What is history: it is the echo of the past to the future, the reflection of the future on the past. - Hugo
With a thud, Wang Shusheng landed on his knees and knelt down.
To whom does the general kneel?
A desolate mountain depression in the Hexi Corridor of Gansu Province. There are several earth-gray tents in the middle of the depression, which are temporary shelters for herders to graze cattle and sheep. Several herders folded their hands in their robes and looked in horror at what was happening around them. Wang Shusheng turned his back on them, and he was obviously not kneeling to the herders.
More than twenty camels stood around the mountain, and the hump towered like a battlement. On the humps, there were machine guns or rifles, and hessen's muzzle sneered at Wang Shusheng. A pair of greedy eyes were already aimed at the crosshairs.
The kneeling Wang Shusheng did not look at them, and it was obvious that he was not kneeling down at the bandits who coveted him. Generals who are in the limelight on the battlefield do not have the habit of kneeling to the enemy. The deputy commander-in-chief of the Red West Road Army, the third commander after Chen Changhao and Xu Qianqian, was kneeling to whom?
He knelt down to his comrades and subordinates. Opposite him stood Du Yide, director of the Fourth Bureau of the Western Route Army Headquarters and commander of the Cavalry Division, with his subordinate commander and guard soldiers at his side. Wang Shusheng pleaded with them for something.
It turned out that the general had encountered a difficult problem, so he had to use such a frightening gift.
After the defeat of the Western Route Army, Wang Shusheng led the right detachment to fight a guerrilla attack at Qilian Mountain. After a few days of wandering, the right detachment was all lost, leaving only him and more than twenty commanders and fighters led by Du Yide, who made a difficult breakthrough in the South Mountain of Qilian Mountain. The night before, they had jumped from the south mountain to the north mountain, shrugged off the rearguard enemy, and wandered into this mountain valley, leaving only eight generals. Hungry and tired, they asked the herdsmen in the tent for something to eat and paid for their meals with a gold ring. After eating, Duyed proposed to set off immediately in case of a surprise enemy attack.
After all, Wang Shusheng was a little older, and the burden on his shoulders was heavier, and the rout and repeated setbacks had crushed him, and the savage life in Qilian Mountain for more than ten days had tormented him, and he was exhausted and exhausted, and he wanted to take a breath and rest in a warm tent. He was also a little paralyzed, thinking that if he had escaped from the Ma Family Army, he was out of danger. Unexpectedly, a bright gold ring triggered the greed of a herdsman. In order to grab the equivalent of more gold rings, he sneaked out of the tent to collude with armed camel caravans grazing nearby.
While Wang Shusheng was resting comfortably, the armed camel caravan had quietly surrounded them. They rushed out of their tents and swept their eyes up, full of humps, muzzles of gunfire and greedy eyes. Duyd and the guard soldier brushed and pulled out their pistols. Resistance is the only reaction of a warrior to the enemy. Wang Shusheng also pulled out his gun, but he measured the strength of the two sides, swept the pistol with only a few bullets, and silently stuffed the pistol into the holster.
"'Communists, put down your guns, we will not kill you!' The people behind the hump shouted. "Fight! Call me! Duyd also shouted with a gun. The soldiers also raised their guns and waited for the deputy commander-in-chief's fierce orders.
"Comrades, put down your guns!" Wang Shu whispered the command in a hoarse voice, and his voice trembled. How could the deputy commander-in-chief give such an order?
"Fight! Never be a prisoner! Du Yide of the acute son loudly resisted. None of the warriors were willing to carry out Wang Shusheng's orders, preferring to die rather than surrender.
However, they also knew the majesty of the order, and only held up the gun and did not pull the bolt. "If you don't put down your guns, we'll fire!" More than twenty voices roared in unison, and the roar was tinged with the smell of blood.
"Deputy Commander-in-Chief, give orders, right?" We are not afraid of death! "Du Yide was in a hurry and rushed into the deputy commander-in-chief." Put the gun down! Comrades put down their guns! Wang Shusheng threw the gun aside, obviously in pain, and covered the corners of his eyes with his thick left palm that oozed tears.
"No! We must not be captives! "Duyed and the warriors protested." Execute the command! Wang Shusheng was also anxious, his sword eyebrows were upside down, his green tendons were swollen purple, and his face was full of "tauts" and swollen red.
Wang Shusheng's face was full of wine thorns, and he loved to be excited. When he was in elementary school, his classmates often teased him with anxiety, and his face was full of wine and prickly purple, like a taut pedicle, and everyone gave him the nickname of "taut hemp" in the local vernacular. He later became a general, and did not change his excited temper, and when his old comrades-in-arms or old subordinates saw that his "taut hemp" was red, he knew that it was not good. He did move the liver fire now, and his face was full of "tauts" bulging, "Comrades, I am not afraid of death, but when a fight starts, the bullets do not recognize people, and the people in the tent are injured." He gently advised. He realized that his orders were unconventional. You must tell your comrades what you think, so that you can act in unison, "I beg you, put down the gun!" He threw himself to his knees.
The comrades froze. The chief knelt down, where they could afford it, and the pistol they were holding was hanging down. "Deputy Commander-in-Chief, please get up!" What do we do? Did you let the bandits be kidnapped? Du Yide tucked up his pistol and stretched out his hands to help Wang Shusheng.
Wang Shusheng stood up, patted the snow clippings on his knees, glanced at the muzzles of the guns around him, and calmly analyzed: "Comrades, this is a gang of economic bandits, they want our gold bars, they will not want our lives." If they were enemies, they would have opened fire earlier, and we would have died long ago. If you think about it, why don't I want to resist, but how many bullets do you have in your gun chamber? Our mission is to return to northern Shaanxi and report to the Party Central Committee. Revolutionary fighters are not afraid of death, but is it worth dying here?! "
This reasonable and far-sighted remark persuaded the comrades-in-arms. They also threw their guns to the ground in pain, and some of them covered their faces and wept. For soldiers to lose their weapons, the Red Fourth Front had the most severe punishment regulations. Therefore, the Red Fourth Front has always had the tradition of loving guns as much as life. However, it has failed now.
They hung their heads heavily and glared at the bandits who were coming. The leader of the camel caravan walked over to Wang Shusheng and searched his whole body. When he retrieved a handkerchief of yellow gold bars and gold rings from Wang Shusheng's pocket, his eyes were as big as black dates, and he sighed in amazement and satisfied. Wang Shusheng and his comrades-in-arms let go of their hanging hearts. The right detachment is gone, and these funds are not of much use, as long as they save their lives and beg for food, they can return to northern Shaanxi. They calmly asked the bandits to search for the treasure without pity.
The leader held the handkerchief and watched for a while, glanced at the eight ragged and yellow-skinned Red Army soldiers in front of him, moved his heart, and picked out more than ten small gold rings from the handkerchief and returned two to each Red Army soldier.
"Mr. Red Army, I'm sorry! We are not bad people, forced by life to have no way. These gold rings also pay for you. The bandit leader who had achieved his goal said politely.
It seems that they are not professional bandits, but just armed camel caravans. Arming is used to protect camels, and when the opportunity arises, they also engage in robbery in order to make money without killing people.
"We know you are the Red Army that fell into distress, and we will not hurt you. Mr. Red Army, it is not safe for you to walk in groups during the day, or you must disperse and hide, and hide during the day at night, and the Ma family army in front of you has more miles, take care! The leader of the camel caravan, who had taken the gold and the gun, bid farewell.
Half-surprised and half-happy, Wang Shusheng and his party, each carrying two golden drama fingers, quickly left this place of right and wrong and continued to embark on the vast wandering road.