Trace the red memory and look back at the beacon journey. In order to celebrate the 100th anniversary of the founding of the Communist Party of China, co-sponsored by the Institute of Party History of the Shanxi Provincial CPC Committee, the Political Work Bureau of the Shanxi Provincial Military Region, and the Shanxi Radio and Television Media Group, and undertaken by the Shanxi Radio and Television News, the editor compiled and sorted out the stories of their own revolution dictated by 100 party members and veterans who had undergone the baptism of the revolutionary beacon years, recalled the red glory days of that year, and lamented today's peaceful and happy life.
The hundred-year journey is magnificent, and the original intention of the hundred-year journey has lasted for a long time. These "stories of the original heart" are the simple memories of party members and veterans of their own road to joining the army, one true story after another, full of their firm belief in loyalty to the party and their unity with the party, the spiritual outlook of Hao Shou Dan's heart and the old age and strength, and the noble feelings of always maintaining the original heart and keeping the mission in mind, which is not only a tangible positive energy, but also a living value. The stories are all dictated by the parties, and the characters and events are full of flesh and blood, so that readers can get emotional resonance from the story, produce action consciousness, let the red gene and the revolutionary flame be passed on from generation to generation, continue the spiritual blood of the communists, and take the long march road of the new era.
Special planning of Shanxi Radio and Television News
Memories of the horses that cannot be erased
Hao Weilie, born in November 1923 in Qinyuan County, Shanxi Province, joined the Communist Party of China in March 1938, joined the army in October of the same year, and retired from the army in March 1982. During the War of Resistance Against Japanese Aggression, he participated in the Battle of the Hundred Regiments, the Battle of Guanjia'an, and the Battle of Huangyadong. During the Liberation War, he participated in the Pinghan Campaign, the Northern Henan Campaign and the Xinxiang Campaign. In the War to Resist US Aggression and Aid Korea, he participated in the first, second, third, and fourth battles, breaking through the "38th Line" to participate in the Wonju and Hengcheng Blockade Battles. He was awarded the North China Liberation Medal, the Commemorative Medal for Resisting US Aggression and Aiding Korea, and the Independence and Freedom Medal.
I was born in November 1923 in Yuping Village, Qinyuan County, Shanxi Province, and my ancestors were simple and dedicated farmers. On July 7, 1937, the "Lugou Bridge Incident" broke out, and the iron hooves of the Japanese invaders trampled on my hometown. Watching the villagers being forced to live a life of displacement, hunger and cold, and no worries, I secretly resolved that I must follow the Communist Party in the revolution! I became the leader of the children's regiment, stood guard, publicized the anti-Japanese resistance, and attracted the attention of the party organization. In March 1938, at the age of 15, I secretly joined the Communist Party of China. Later, I got two books, "On Protracted War" and "The Communist Manifesto," from the person who introduced me to the party, and I loved them like the most precious treasures. Since then, he has strengthened his conviction to follow the Communist Party.
At that time, I was thinking of going to the front line to fight and fight devils, but after all, I was still a teenage doll, and the general troops were reluctant to accept it, for fear of not being able to carry a gun, and becoming a burden. Coupled with the fact that I was the only boy in the family, no one in the family wanted to let this "only seedling" run away. One day in October 1938, I sneaked out on the pretext of visiting my grandmother, walked dozens of miles with my fellow villagers, found the Eighth Route Army, and stayed in the army as a service officer.
The first time I joined the battle was after I joined the army for more than a year and worked as a hygienist in the second battalion of the special task force regiment of the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army in Taihang. In 1940, the Japanese army occupied the city of Changzhi. At that time, my unit was active along the Xiangyuan Highway and carried out a sabotage campaign to open up a new anti-Japanese base area. One night, the troops took advantage of the night to dig trenches and cut roads, cut wires, and plan electric poles to block enemy transportation and communications. In order to prevent the enemy from attacking, the troops temporarily formed a combat squad to monitor the surrounding environment. The next day, just after dawn, the enemy came and launched a siege attack on the combat squad. After receiving the situation reported by the correspondent of the combat squad, the troops assembled urgently and all threw themselves into battle. At that time, the heavy machine guns we used normally required 3 people to lift, and as soon as our heavy machine gun platoon leader saw the enemy coming, he set up the heavy machine gun alone. This battle was fought for a whole day, and the soldiers fought hard, and finally repelled the enemy and severely damaged the Japanese army.
At that time, I was working as a hygienist in the second battalion of the Special Task Force regiment of the Eighth Route Army Headquarters and experienced the whole process of the battle. There was a hygienist, a hygienist, a doctor in a battalion, and my task was to bandage the wounded with some simple bandaging. At that time, medicines were in short supply, and our hospital used the salty salt we bought, mixed it with water for use as brine, washed and washed with bandages, and reused it.
My first wound was at the Battle of Guanjia'an. In the autumn of 1940, the Japanese devils who "swept" the Taihang base area entered Guanjia'an and prepared to take the road back to their nests. After receiving the information, the Eighth Route Army took advantage of the night to touch the enemy's eyes and surrounded the enemy, but was unexpectedly discovered by the devils, and the battle began. On the second day of the battle, enemy planes exploded wildly. The ambulance station where I was located was only a dozen meters away from the heavy machine gun fire point, and suddenly a bomb exploded between the ambulance station and the heavy machine gun fire point, and the heavy machine gunner was killed on the spot, and I was blown out more than ten meters away, just falling onto the freshly cut grain stubble, the grain stubble penetrated the clothes, pierced the skin and flesh, and the person fell unconscious. I was in a coma for five or six hours, and when I woke up, I threw myself into the fierce fighting again.
The most memorable battle for me was the Battle of Huangya Cave. Huangyadong is located in the middle of Wuxiang, Xiangyuan, and Liaoxian (now Zuoquan), and the Huangyadong Arsenal, the largest arsenal of the Eighth Route Army behind enemy lines in North China, was built here. In November 1941, more than 5,000 well-equipped Japanese troops attacked Huangyadong, our Taihang base area, in an attempt to destroy our arsenal and cut off the supply of weapons and ammunition to our army. In order to crush the enemy's attempt, our army desperately resisted, and the battle was particularly fierce. The fiercest battle took place at the south entrance of the Yellow Cliff Cave. The south entrance is a necessary place to enter the arsenal, the terrain is dangerous, we built a strong fortification, relying on favorable terrain, repelled more than 10 enemy attacks, killed and wounded more than 100 devils. In one of the enemy's attacks, a shell hit the position of seven companies, and the company commander was killed on the spot; a young soldier, rushing to the protruding edge of the cliff, condescending to the heights, threw more than 100 grenades at the enemy in one breath; a soldier was wounded in the abdomen, but still insisted on fighting, and finally pulled a grenade and died with the enemy... After 8 days and 8 nights of fighting, we annihilated more than 1,000 enemy people, creating a miracle of winning more with less and defeating superior equipment with inferior equipment.
In 1942, The Japanese devils carried out a brutal "sweep" against the Japanese base areas, and the life of the military and the people became even more difficult. At that time, I was participating in the training camp in the military sub-district, and after the "sweep" began, the troops were to be transferred, and I could not go back to the camp. The troops were reduced to pieces, and we went into hiding in groups, and the task at that time was to protect ourselves, and not to be wounded or captured was victory. During the day, it was hidden in the cave, and when it came out at night, it was short of clothes and food, and it was cut off for many days, so it had to pick wild fruits and eat mulberry leaves to fill the hunger, and the bark in many places was stripped away, so it persisted for more than 40 days.
As a result of the frequent "sweeping" of Japanese devils against the Japanese base areas day and night and the implementation of economic blockades, the Taihang Mountains have been desolate and drought for many years, locust plagues have occurred, many places have not harvested grains, and the lives of the military and the people have entered the most difficult period. In order to overcome the difficulties, we do it ourselves, cultivate the land, feed the pigs and raise cattle, and some do small business and run transportation. I've spun yarn, twisted thread, knitted gloves, sold chickens. The crops were ripe, and the military sub-district organized us to work with the militia to harvest grain. After more than two years of hard work, the dawn of 1944 came, and my comrades and I put on the newly issued uniforms.
Born into death, through the rain of bullets and bullets, I have experienced too many life and death partings, but for my choices that year, I still have no regrets.
Materials are written | Han Feng Fan He Tian Qiaozhen
Footage collection | Zhao Xincheng Yuan Bingjie Yu Xiaofeng