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Listen to a red story and step into a magnificent historical time. Behind every story, there is a silent power. Spreading the red story and inheriting the spirit of the Red Army, the Sichuan-Shaanxi Revolutionary Base Museum launched the "Red Story Collection" column to tell you the story of the hero, let us cross the long river of history from the voice and text, and review the footprints of history together.
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Pu Wenqing, a female Red Army soldier, took care of Song Yiming' chief
1 Snow-capped mountains
When the Red Fourth Front crossed the Dangling Snow Mountain, Pu Wenqing, a female nurse at the Fourth Branch of the General Hospital of the Army, had already suffered from snow blindness, her eyes were red and swollen and she was constantly in tears, and she was still carrying a stick in one hand and a stretcher in the other. Pu Wenqing, who was short and short, and the other female Red Army soldiers carried Song Yiren as the commander of the army. During a battle, he was strafed by enemy machine guns in the thigh, and his flesh was torn apart, revealing white bones.
It was so cold, and the slower I walked, the colder I felt. Pu Wenqing and other female Red Soldiers chewed sea peppers and touched the Song camp commander on the stretcher from time to time. Seeing that the cold wind was getting stronger and stronger, several little girls were scrambling to take off their sweaters to cover The Song Camp Commander, but the Song Camp Commander's body was so wide, and the girl's sweater was so small, and several sweaters were draped over, and the Song Camp Commander's arms were still not blocked.
As the party climbed halfway up the mountain, suddenly the wind roared and snow drifted, and a hailstone fell from the sky. Pu Wenqing immediately conveyed the previous order, put down the stretcher, and stopped advancing. Everyone quickly gathered around a pair of stretchers. Pu Wenqing and a few of them also pounced on Commander Song, blocking the orange hail with their thin bodies. Commander Song was shivering with cold, only to see him shake his head and say in a very weak voice, "Leave me alone!" You have completed your mission. I'm afraid I won't be able to catch up..." Before I finished speaking, I saw Commander Song pulling on the clothes covering his body.
Pu Wenqing asked him what he was going to do. Commander Song closed his eyes, his face was blue, and his lips were unable to speak. A little ghost put his ear to his mouth and listened hard, only to know that he was going to uncover the clothes that covered his body and let the little ghosts put them on, for fear of freezing them. From the gap between several sweaters, Pu Wenqing vaguely saw that the blood oozing from The wound of Commander Song had frozen into ice. Pu Wenqing touched The body of Commander Song with his hand again, cold and cold.
When Pu Wenqing cut the ice from Commander Song's wound and tucked the clothes covering his body tightly, they found that Commander Song had stopped breathing. I saw that one of his hands was still pushing up the clothes that had been covered, and the other was unbuttoning the clothes. The tears of Pu Wenqing and the little sisters melted the blood of the battalion commander, who had frozen into ice, and dripped to the snow-white ground.
After the hail passed, Pu Wenqing and several warriors buried the fierce soil with their almost frozen hands, holding white snow, and picked up a few dry branches to insert on the snow pile. Everyone gave a military salute to The Commander of the Song Battalion, who was sleeping on the snowy mountain. Crossing the Dangling Mountain was the most memorable experience experience experienced by the Red Fourth Front after it went south.
A touching story of the Red Army
It will not be forgotten with the passage of time
A history written on paper and an indomitable spirit
It will also be sung by future generations forever
Source: Sichuan-Shaanxi Museum