Autumn 1988. 301 Hospital of the People's Liberation Army.
One Sunday morning, the patient He Shenggui, a patient with twelve beds in the fourth ward of the South Building, was quietly waiting and waiting...
"Squeak!" The door opened, and He Shenggui's wife, Li Xin, came in with four children and a grandson and a granddaughter. Happy family reunion.
During the conversation, four-year-old grandson He Xin and five-year-old granddaughter Jiang Nan, lying on the side of the bed and pulling Grandpa's arm affectionately and caressing, suddenly Jiang Nan's small hand stopped on He Shenggui's left arm, staring at a pair of shining eyes, looking at the long scar on the old man's arm, deep nest, curiously asked: "Lord, what's wrong with this?" ”
"I'm injured."
"How did you get injured?"
"The little devils hit."
"How did you fight?"
"Gangnam." Jiangnan's mother, He Shenggui's second daughter He Jiangyan, saw that the younger daughter wanted to break the casserole and ask the end, and hurriedly stopped and said: "You still don't understand, little child, don't bother the old man, wait until the old man is discharged from the hospital and then tell you." ”
"No, I'm five years old."
He Shenggui looked at the mother and daughter, looked around the family again, took his granddaughter's hand and coaxed him: "Don't cry, don't cry, the old man will tell you." ”
"Daddy—" He Jiangyan was not happy.
He Shenggui's wife, Li Xin, took over the words of his daughter He Jiangyan and said, "Okay, the four of you sisters and brothers have not all pestered your father to talk about it from the moment they understand things." ”
"Jiang Yan, your mother is right, your mother and I are both people from the war, and it is necessary to tell you and your children about the events of the war."
"I'm afraid of you—"
"It's okay, I'm tired." He Shenggui said, quietly, sorted out his thoughts for a while, and slowly spoke.
On April 1, 1938, after the 359th Brigade of the Eighth Route Army recaptured seven counties in northwestern Jin, it was ordered to march into the Hengshan area to open up anti-Japanese base areas. At this time, He Shenggui served as the commander of the second battalion of the 718th Regiment of the 359th Brigade, and led the activities of the troops on the line from Datong to Guangling.
In September, in order to destroy the Jin-Cha-Ji anti-Japanese base area of the Eighth Route Army, the North China Front of the Japanese Invasion army gathered tens of thousands of horses and divided into 25 roads to besiege the Jin-Cha-Ji anti-Japanese base area centered on Mount Wutai.
In order to crush the Japanese siege, Wang Zhen, commander of the 359th Brigade, ordered He Shenggui and his instructor Ye Shude to lead their troops into the mountains west of Guangling to Lingqiu Road, south of Zhiyu, and north of Zhangjiawan to form a blocking position, and take advantage of the favorable terrain on both sides of the highway to take turns to block, ambush, and attack at night to carry out counter-siege operations.
On September 25, more than 300 people from the 2nd Independent Mixed Brigade of the Japanese Army, under the cover of aircraft and artillery, set out from Zhiyu to attack Lingqiu. At noon, the domineering ghost soldiers, in a dozen cars, shouted wildly into the ambush area of the Eighth Route Army in Zhangjiawan Beishan, and He Shenggui saw the situation and ordered Liu Sheng, the commander of the Eighth Company: "Quick, Lalei!" ”
The "boom" mine exploded, and the Japanese cars that entered the minefield flew into the sky with the sound of thunder. The head car was destroyed, and the rear car did not have time to brake, so they climbed up one by one, stacked the car, stacked the luohan, and caught fire and exploded. The devilish soldiers hugged their heads and scurried around, making a mess.
"Fight! Fight hard! He Shenggui shouted.
The grenades of the soldiers of the second battalion crackled and blossomed in the enemy group. The Japanese were ambushed, and the cars behind them quickly turned around and fled along the same path.
"Rush!" The soldiers of the second battalion, led by He Shenggui, rushed into the valley, divided by two by three, annihilated the besieged ghosts, and quickly withdrew from the battle.
On the 26th, He Shenggui and Ye Shude led their troops to move west through Niejiagou and encountered the Japanese army on the western road when they entered the Yuding Ridge in the northern mountain of Jiliugou. The Japanese army took the lead in shooting, and Liu Sheng, the commander of the Eighth Company, was unfortunately shot and killed.
"Comrades, come with me and avenge Commander Liu!" He Shenggui shouted and led the warriors to rush to another hill to seize the commanding heights.
The Commander of the Japanese Army, seeing that the Number of the Eighth Route Army was small and that the mountain it had seized was not as high as theirs, ordered the devils who had already withdrawn from the mountain to turn back and join forces with the devils on the mountain to fight a decisive battle with the Eighth Route Army.
Jin Wuxi fell, He Shenggui saw that it was difficult to solve the battle, his left hand raised the telescope to observe the terrain, ready to lead the troops out of the battlefield, a stray bullet flew in, hit the radius of his left hand, exploded a finger-thick hole, causing a crushing fracture.
"Doctor He Jun, Commander He is injured!" Instructor Ye Shude shouted.
He Xinggui, a military doctor named He Xinggui, is He Shenggui's uncle and brother, who became a hygienist after joining the Red Army in 1932, and grew into a doctor who had not entered the class after a long time. He heard the instructor shouting, rushed up, and grabbed the battalion commander and brother's left hand to stop the bleeding urgently. Unexpectedly, the medical officer did not even have a tourniquet, and after stopping for half a day, the blood was still spraying outside. He was in a hurry, and "snapped" a piece of cloth from the leggings and tied He Shenggui's left arm from his armpits. The bleeding stopped, but there was no blood oxygen to the entire arm.
"Click, click, click!" Suddenly, machine guns and rifles sounded on the hill behind the Japanese side. It turned out that the first and third battalions had arrived. The crazy Japanese army was hit in the abdomen and back, did not dare to love the battle, and withdrew in ashes.
At the end of the battle, He Shenggui was sent to the 359th Brigade Hospital at Yanmen Gate. When Pan Shizheng, the deputy minister of health of the brigade, examined the injuries, he asked in surprise, "Who tied this up?"
"Doctor in the camp."
"Playing the piano randomly, tying it so tightly, if it is sent a few hours late, the muscles will die, and it must be sawn off."
He Shenggui secretly rejoiced.
Pan Shizheng looked at He Shenggui slyly and asked, "Commander He, do you remember hitting me with a stick?" ”
"Remember—I can't remember."
"You don't remember, I do."
That was before the Red Army's Long March, when He Shenggui was also a battalion commander, and during a battle in Xiang'echuanqian, he was wounded in his right leg and sent to an ancestral hall full of wounded. He had just been laid down, and the situation was urgent, and the medical staff and stretcher bearers all snatched the door and drove to the front. The wounded who remained in the ancestral hall were left unattended, and those who could walk left the ancestral hall and went up the mountain to hide, while He Shenggui and several people with leg injuries could not walk, so they had to knock on the ground and pat the wall, shouting "Help!" The shouts flew out of the ancestral hall, were heard by the passing Red Army, who carried them out of the village, onto the hillside, and went to fight again.
In the summer of Jiangnan, the sun was hot and the flames were scorching, and it was not long before He Shenggui and the wounded were roasted to dry mouths and sweat like rain. Everyone wanted to hide from the hot sun, but their legs did not listen, so they had to watch the sun be exposed. The sun set, and after the battle, Pan Shizheng led the stretcher bearers to the hillside, He Shenggui was angry, and without asking, he picked up his stick and smoked it on Pan Shizheng's leg.
Pan Shizheng was about to reveal the old bottom and talk about the past of He Shenggui beating him with a stick, He Shenggui hurriedly said: "Okay, I remember, don't say it soon." ”
Surgery begins. Pan Shizheng said with an embarrassed face: "You have seen the situation in our hospital, lacking -"
"Don't explain, I can hold on, or leave that poor anesthetic to the wounded who need it most."
"Okay, let's get started."
Pan Shizheng grabbed He Shenggui's left hand and deftly caught and searched for broken bones over and over again in the wound. Next to him was a rectangular white enamel plate, "Dang" a piece of broken bone was taken out and thrown on the plate, "Dang" another piece of broken bone was taken out and thrown on the plate... In this way, I "dangd" 17 times in a row. The broken bones were as small as mung bean grains, as large as half an inch long leek leaves.
After the operation, Pan Shizheng looked at the sweaty He Shenggui, first relieved, and then apologetically said: "Let you suffer!" ”
"It's nothing, blame the little devil for being too cruel." He Shenggui endured the pain and said: "I also blame our China for being too backward, such a big country makes people bully." ”
"That's right, we Communists must fight for the Chinese nation."
"Oops! Comrade nurses don't go first. He Shenggui stopped the nurse who was going to dump the broken bones on the plate and demanded to Pan Shizheng: "Vice Minister Pan, please leave these broken bones to me, if I can survive, I will let future generations remember this historical lesson and invigorate the national spirit." ”
"Okay, that's a good idea." Pan Shizheng asked the nurse to wash the broken bones, wrap them in gauze and give them to He Shenggui. Later, He Shenggui suspected that the gauze wrapped in broken bones was not "original", and specially left the gauze stained with his own blood and wrapped it with broken bones.
The situation of the war was ever-changing, but He Shenggui always took this small bag with him, sleeping under his head, and carrying the march in his arms. During the battle, he discarded clothes, backpacks and activity funds given by his superiors, and almost lost the small bag with broken bones, and almost lost his life to retrieve the small bag.
It was the spring of 1945, the Eighth Route Army's southward detachment returned from the south to the north, into the Eight Faces Mountain, the Japanese and pseudo-stubborn troops blocked and chased after, the southward detachment was walking hard, every day was either marching or fighting, He Shenggui was the commander of the second brigade at the time, one night, he led the troops to camp, in the middle of the night, the gun was loud, he rolled over and got out of bed, carrying the barge gun and rushed out, just rushed outside the village, suddenly remembered that the small bag was lost in the landlord's house, and then turned back to look for it. The guard was going to get it, and He Shenggui said, "You don't know where it is, I'll go." "Say goodbye drowning in the night. As soon as he stepped into the landlord's house, the Japanese army surrounded him. As soon as he saw that the front door was blocked, he threw the small bag into his arms, pushed open the landlord's back window, and escaped.
When He Shenggui said this, he looked fondly at his granddaughter Jiang Nan, who seemed to understand non-understanding, and then looked at his wife Li Xin and his children.
"Jiang Ping, Jiang Yan, did you hear that?" Your father told your child again, does his mind know? ”
"Knowing, is to let not forget the national hatred." He Shenggui's eldest son, Jiang Yuan, said.
"There is also the need to revitalize China." If we are strong, no country will dare to bully. ”
Xiao Jiangnan blinked his eyes, jumped off the old man's hospital bed, took Grandma's hand and said, "Grandma, you go home with me, take my knife, I will kill the little devil's waist." ”
"Haha" Everyone present was amused.
On October 9, 1990, the old general He Shenggui died of illness at the age of 75.