In the first month of 1929, the Red Second and Red Sixth Armies led by General He laozong were stationed in Songzi County, Xiangxi Province. The day before the troops passed the Spring Festival and prepared to move to their new garrisons, a young man of short stature, no taller than a gun, and a dirty face followed him, who pulled the arm of the old chief secretary and twisted it softly to become a Red Army.
"We are the Red Army, not the old mother!" The people of the Mafban strongly opposed his admission. The child's father, fearful of adding trouble to the Red Army, took the child's hand.
Late the next night, the shouts and cries in the groomsmen of the new garrison of the Red Sixth Army were full of noise. It turned out that the child sneaked out of the house after his father was asleep, followed the Red Army, and came to the new garrison of the Red Sixth Army.
The military commander, General He, came and said, "Be well, accept it, and go to the Propaganda Department to pick up the paste bucket." ”
The 16-year-old little Red Army did not cry bitterness or tiredness in the army, was not afraid of death and did not waver, grew up very quickly, and became a guard squad leader the following year.
One day in late July 1930, the Red Army fought the White Army at The Mouth of Qianjiang Haozikou. Early in the morning, guns rumbled and smoke shrouded the sky. At noon, the fierce battle between the two sides reached a fever pitch. In order to win the decisive battle, General Manager He decided to take the Red Sixth Division of the Red Sixth Army reserve when the White Army was exhausted, and punched the recalcitrant White Army from the rear. So he asked the Little Red Army to convey orders to the Red Sixth Division.
"Yes, mission accomplished!" The little Red Army was like a sharp arrow off the string, pulling out its legs and running.
The Red Sixth Division entered the battle, the White Army was hit on the abdomen and back, and the Battle of Haozikou was soon victorious. After the battle, he did not see the little Red Army return for a long time. Boss He immediately asked the guard company commander to look for it.
It turned out that when the Little Red Army had delivered the letter and passed through the position of the Red Sixth Division, it saw that its comrades were fighting with vigor, and their hearts were itching and panicked, so they picked up a grenade from the ground and threw it at the White Army, and several White Army soldiers were immediately blown up.
At this time, the charge horn sounded, and the Red Army soldiers shouted like tigers descending the mountain and rushed into the enemy group.
The little Red Army wanted to rush up with his comrades-in-arms, but knew that his task was to go back and defend Boss He. So he dismissed the idea of participating in the battle, picked up a few grenades and inserted them into his waist, carrying a shell gun to copy the path and rush back.
He hurriedly walked down a dirt slope, but he encountered dozens of White Soldiers who had slipped out of the encirclement, and he hurriedly flashed behind a large tree. The White Army was anxious to run for its life, did not find anyone, and only rushed to drill into the reeds. These dozens of white armies have penetrated into the vast reeds, just like mud cattle entering the sea, and it is difficult to find them.
We must not let the enemy slip through the net! The little Red Army didn't think much of it, jumped out from behind the tree, blocking the way of the White Army. He clutched the shell gun in one hand and raised the grenade in the other, his eyes widened in anger, and he shouted, "Don't kill the gun!" The Red Army gave preferential treatment to prisoners! ”
The enemy had a hard time sneaking out of the encirclement of the Red Army, and he had already lost his soul, but he did not expect to encounter "Guan Yunchang" halfway through, and he was stunned.
Without waiting for the enemy to wake up, the little Red Army pointed to the dry pond in front of it and loudly ordered: "Put your guns on the pond and go into the pond, hurry!" ”
One of the prisoners, who was an officer, found that the Red Army in front of him was alone, and that he was still a half-grown child with a milky voice, so he raised his gun and shot at the little Red Army. The little Red Army was quick in his eyes, pulled the trigger, and knocked down the officer who was plotting to resist.
As soon as the gun was fired, several White Soldiers who wanted to flee took advantage of the chaos and ran.
"I told you to run!" The Little Red Army took advantage of the situation to throw a grenade, blowing up three or four fleeing enemies to the ground. The rest of the enemies were so frightened that they lay on the ground and did not dare to move.
"Get up, go into the pond!" fast! Taking advantage of the enemy's panic, the little Red Army pulled out another grenade, pulled out the lead, and angrily ordered, "No matter how dishonest you are, Lao Tzu will also send you to the Western Heavens!" ”
The enemy who remained obediently laid down his weapons, raised his hands, shrugged his head and squeezed into the dry pond, listening to the fall of the little Red Army.
The Little Red Army counted the White Army standing in the pond, a total of 47 people. How did so many prisoners get back into the army? When he was scratching his ears and scratching his cheeks in a hurry, he suddenly remembered the old soldier's practice of disintegrating the enemy, so he pulled up his throat and learned the look of General He's report, and shouted with great energy: "Brothers of Jiang Jun!" Many of you are poor, so poor that you can't eat or get dressed before you are forced to become soldiers..."
Revolutionary ideas, simple truths, and sentences touched the hearts of captives. Obediently at the mercy of the Little Red Army, the three of them stood in line and walked under his escort toward the Red Army garrison...
The Little Red Army was he Bingyan, the founding general who later shook the northwest and made the enemy feel frightened on the battlefield.
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