In order to expand the influence of the Red Army, Huang Gongluo proposed to lead the second column to make a surprise attack on the important border town of Tonggu and Liuyang, and asked Pan Xinyuan to help solve the difficulty of insufficient ammunition. Pan Xinyuan went down the mountain overnight to find the Liubei guerrillas and mobilized the guerrillas to collect more than 1,700 rounds of ammunition in Yong'an, Jiaoxi, Zhentou, Puji, Yuelong, and other places. Three days later, Pan Xinyuan led a few guerrillas who pretended to be selling firewood and visiting relatives, dressed in stars and moons, hungry, and dragging their tired legs, to try to deliver the more than 1,700 rounds of precious bullets to Huang Gongluo in bamboo baskets. With these bullets, Huang Gongluo led the second column and local guerrillas to successfully attack the port, and then won several successive victories, wiped out a number of "door-to-door regiments," and suppressed many local tyrants and shoddy gentry.
On 20 November, the county party committee convened the first congress of workers, peasants, and soldiers of the first district of Liuyang County in Renhedong, at which the Soviet government of the first district was formally established, with 12 townships under its jurisdiction, and the Soviet governments of each township were established. This was the first political power in Liuyang County in which workers, peasants, and soldiers were the masters of the country, and it opened the prelude to the Soviet movement in Liuyang County.
For the Soviets, Huang Gongluo has long been in love. After the failure of the Guangzhou uprising, he hid the Soviet banner in his heart, and in the poem "The Banner of the Failure of the Guangzhou Riot is Here, Establish the Red Army Soviet," which he gave to Peng Dehuai after returning to Nanxian County, he revealed his infinite yearning for the Soviets. Today, Huang Gongluo saw with his own eyes the bright red Soviet banner raised at the place where he fought, and his heart was very excited, and he strengthened his confidence and courage in the victory of the revolution.
In the winter of 1928, the snow seemed to be unusually heavy and the weather seemed to be unusually cold.
The guerrillas were besieged in the mountains. Heavy snow covers the mountains, the weather is cold, the snow in the mountains is more than a foot deep, and there is a silvery white world everywhere. What worries everyone even more is that there is a great shortage of oil and salt in the mountains, and the Red Army is about to run out of food.
In this time of extreme hardship, the strength of the Party is boundless. In an ancient temple on Jiufeng Mountain, Huang Gonglue, secretary of the special committee, presided over a meeting of party members and called on all party members to bear hardships and charge ahead, play an exemplary role as pioneers, and unite the troops as one person under extremely difficult circumstances. He was strict with himself and used his actions to influence and educate the troops.
One day, the traffic officer disguised himself as a peasant visiting relatives, passed through several blockades, and finally found Huang Gongluo in the ancient temple. "Ah, old man, you're here on such a cold day!" Huang Gong was slightly overjoyed, and hurriedly slapped the snowflakes on his head and body for Lao Yu.
I haven't seen Huang Gongluo for half a month, and Lao Yu almost didn't recognize him. I saw that Huang Gongluo's rectangular face was even thinner, his bright eyes were bloodshot, there was a black circle under the eye sockets, and his hair was thick and long, like a pile of grass.
Lao Yu's eyes flashed with tears, and he said distressedly: "Captain Column, you have suffered hardship. ”
Huang Gongluo patted Lao Yu's shoulder and smiled calmly: "Revolution, there are always difficulties. Look there!" He pointed his hand and saw a group of Red Army soldiers in the snow, some training to fight bayonets, some of them
used the tree right as a horizontal bar, turning it up and down, and there was hot air on his head, but he was still wearing a single coat. As soon as he looked at him, Huang Gongluo was also dressed in single clothes.
Lao Yu shook his head, sighed and said, "In the cold winter, I am still wearing single clothes. As he spoke, he took off the torn cotton jacket on his body and insisted that Huang Gongluo put it on.
Huang Gongluo refused and said, "Old Yu, put it on quickly, don't suffer from the cold." We're used to it in the mountains. ”
At this time, Lao Yu saw that Huang Gongluo was not only wearing a pair of trousers, but also a pair of wounded trousers, with a tattered gray cloth that only covered the knees, a pair of his own straw shoes under his feet, no socks, and many cracks on his feet.
Lao Yu was very sad, pointed to his shorts, and asked what was going on.
Huang Gongluo smiled and said, "Hey, walking around in the mountains and forests, the branches are hanging, the stones are grinding, and the buttocks of the pants will be two eyes in a few days." I adopted a 'flexible strategy' and tore off the trouser leg to mend the crotch, and the trousers became shorts. It's funny to think about. With that, he burst out laughing.
At this time, the guard Xiao Fang held a pair of long military pants in his hand and said, "Column leader, I got you a good pair of military pants!"
"Where did it come from?" Huang Gong asked a little puzzled.
"The day before yesterday, we went down the mountain and killed some bandits. I remembered that you were still wearing shorts, so I stripped them from a bandit officer. I've washed and dried it, so put it on. ”
Huang Gongluo smiled, touched the guard's head, and said praiseworthily: "Ah, I didn't expect you little ghost to be smart." I wear it, I wear it. ”
In fact, Huang Gongluo didn't wear it, he spread out the notebook, rested it on his lap, and wanted to talk about the situation.
As he talked, Huang Gongluo sometimes turned his head to look at him, and sometimes used a pencil to write something in his notebook. Lao Yu became more and more energetic: "According to the instructions of the column commander, the guerrillas, together with the party organizations in the border areas, established the Soviets, the Red Guards, the Young Pioneers, and the Children's Regiment. The enemy was also divided and disintegrated, one was called for positions, the second was to give preferential treatment to prisoners, and the third was to send propaganda materials by sea, land, and air. ”
Hearing this, Huang Gongluo asked with interest: "Ah, what sea, land, and air?"
Lao Yu said with great interest: "'Hai' is written with slogans on bamboo pieces and door panels, placed in a small river or Miluo River, and flows all the way to Pingjiang County; 'Lu' means going deep behind enemy lines, scattering leaflets, pasting slogans, and painting murals; 'Kong' means making Kong Ming lanterns out of paper, tying propaganda items to the lanterns, putting them in the air, and drifting them to the white zone with the wind. These methods were all devised by the military and civilians in the border areas, and they quickly produced results!"
Speaking of this, Lao Yu took out a piece of crumpled yellow paper from his pocket, spread it flat on his knees, and handed it to Huang Gongluo. Huang Gongluo read softly:
Welcome White Army soldiers,
The rich and poor classes must be clear.
The Kuomintang of the rich class,
The poor class, workers, peasants, soldiers.
Welcome to the White Army brethren,
It's sad that the officials oppressed.
Only to go back and drag the gun and run,
Drag the gun and come back to the Red Army.
Welcome to the White Army brethren,
Landlord exploitation is sad.
Only the division of the field is the way out,
Hurry up and divide the fields.
Huang Gongluo handed the leaflet to several other people in charge and praised: "Well written, well written!" No wonder the enemy soldiers dragged their guns in batches to serve as the Red Army, and your propaganda and agitation were meritorious!"
Lao Yu was gushing about the victory of the guerrillas, while watching Huang Gongluo's pen move rapidly, suddenly, Huang Gongluo tore a piece of paper from his notebook and handed it to him: "Lao Yu, this is a combat order for the Second Squadron, you arrive tomorrow, and start before dawn the day after tomorrow." ”
Lao Yu originally thought that he was recording and reporting, but he didn't know that Huang Gongluo was writing instructions.
is an honest man, afraid that Huang Gongluo didn't write down his words, he couldn't complete the task, and he couldn't hand it in when he went back, so he said embarrassedly: "Captain Column, you are in the office, what I just said...... ”
"Remember, I was writing and listening at the same time, and the time was too short! I call this a combination of hands and brains, and I was forced out of guerrilla fighting. ”
Lao Yu breathed a sigh of relief and deeply admired Huang Gongluo's intelligence.
"Let's go, Lao Yu, let's eat!"
Huang Gongluo invited Lao Yu to come to a Ding pot, and the soldiers prepared to eat around the "stove" erected by three stones. Huang Gongluo opened the lid of the pot, and suddenly a sour and bitter musty smell came to his nose.
"Eat, eat!" Huang Gongluo grabbed a handful of rotten sweet potato shreds, and said, "Are you afraid of the smell?" Just hold your nose for a while. Comrades, these rotten shredded potatoes were not easy to come by, and they were sent to the mountains by the people of the border areas at the risk of their lives. Now, the people of Pingjiangsu District are also hungry if they want to eat this kind of rotten shredded potatoes...... ”
Under the inspiration of Huang Gongluo, the soldiers' appetite suddenly improved, and they chewed it in large gulps, and said in unison with a smile: "The column commander can eat, can't we still eat?" Eat!"
Huang Gongluo took advantage of the break between meals to tell the soldiers the good news that Lao Yu had just reported to him. The fighters were overjoyed. Lao Yu was also very excited in his heart, he couldn't imagine that Huang Gongluo's memory was so good!
On a snowy night, Huang Gongluo and his soldiers huddled together in a heap, under the cliff, using leaves and thatch as beds. He added bamboo roots and bamboo tips to the bonfire, so that the fire burned vigorously. The warriors camped out in the mountains back to back, taking advantage of their body temperature and the heat of the campfire. There are no houses in the mountains, except for bamboo forests, which are rocks.
The weather is cold and frozen, and the dripping water turns into ice. However, these soldiers were still in the attire of the Pingjiang Uprising, and only a few soldiers wore torn cotton jackets. The guard was small, huddled in a ball, and slept sweetly. Huang Gongluo liked this little red ghost very much, so he put the military blanket on his body and said lovingly: "Xiao Fang is sixteen or seventeen years old, and if a child like him had graduated from middle school after the victory of the revolution, he might have to be coquettish in front of his father and mother." As for Xiao Fang, his father was killed by the reactionaries, his mother was wandering, and his sister was starved to death......"
Thinking of the Red Army soldiers who were about to eat even the rotten sweet potato shreds, Huang Gongluo was anxious and asked Zhang Qilong, the party representative:
"What to do?"
Zhang Qilong was born in guerrilla, is familiar with people, and is bold and optimistic. This party representative who was born as a literati can be described as both civil and military. He and Huang Gong have a little common language, and the two hit it off at first sight and spoke very well. The two of them were often inseparable, and often slept in the same bed at night, sometimes talking to each other, unconsciously until dawn.
Zhang Qilong inspected the bottom of the mountain and suggested: "Send a team out to fight local tyrants at the junction of Hunan, Jiangxi, and Hubei provinces, and get some money, food, and food." ”
Huang Gongluo thought that this was a good idea, so he decided to send a squadron leader to lead dozens of guerrillas to brave the wind and snow and take the path down the mountain.
However, after the team went down the mountain, Huang Gongluo was secretly worried again. He was afraid that the enemy who would "encircle and suppress" would eat up the detachment, and he was also afraid that the detachment would have problems if it was far away from the column. Since the Pingjiang Uprising, their troops have fought one after another, and many have been killed and wounded, and many have fled. When Peng Dehuai went to Jinggangshan, he left him with only more than 100 troops, but fortunately there was Zhang Qilong's guerrilla force, so that the entire Red Second Column grew stronger again.
It has been a few days since the guerrillas were sent out, and there has not been any news.
On the fifth day, Huang Gongluo was even more anxious. In the middle of the night, he woke up party representative Zhang Qilong.
"Column leader, have you found out about the situation?"
"No, I'm worried about the squadron that was sent out, so I can't sleep. Isn't it going to happen?" Huang Gong whispered to Zhang Qilong about the uneasiness in his heart.
"Sleep in peace! No, it won't. Zhang Qilong was confident, turned over and fell asleep again.
The darkness before dawn was getting colder with the wind.
Huang Gongluo's eyebrows and hair were covered with a layer of ice flowers. He couldn't sleep, so he simply ran in the snow or did pull-ups with bamboo poles hanging from his hands.
Suddenly, he noticed a group of black spots creeping on the snowy slopes, and when he got closer and closer, he saw that it was a guerrilla fighter sent out, and under the leadership of the squadron leader, he had safely returned to the mountain.
Huang Gongluo was overjoyed, woke up the soldiers, and greeted them excitedly.
"Column leader, party representative, we beat three local tyrants!"
"We confiscated 18 guns from the 'door-to-door regiment', as well as bullets!"
"You see, bacon, bacon soaked in tea oil, is enough for us to eat for ten days and a half months."
"We also got wine, Jiangxi rice wine...... ”
The fighters reported the results of the battle in a rambling manner.
"Salt, did you get any salt?" Huang Gongluo was most interested in salt, the salt of white flowers.
A soldier put a pocket made of trousers, slammed it in front of Huang Gongluo, and said, "Yes! That's it!"
Huang Gongluo patted this with a smile, touched that, and said excitedly: "Send charcoal in the snow, comrades have worked hard!"
The cruel winter can't stop the pace of spring.
In the spring of 1929, the Renhedong, Jinkeng, Jinjindong and Dawei mountains on the border of Hunan and Jiangxi were bright and sunny in spring. In the primeval bamboo forest, spring bamboo shoots burrow out of the ground and grow strongly.
But Huang Gongluo and the guerrilla athletes encountered a spring famine again. When the food is gone, there is no rice to cook, how can the team be maintained? Huang Gongluo remembered Napoleon's common words that shouted loudly: "A soldier can only fight when he has his stomach full." ”
Where can I get food? The masses themselves were short of food, and Huang Gongluo couldn't bear to ask the masses for help. It is possible to go to the areas ruled by the Kuomintang to get grain, but it is difficult for the enemy to impose an economic blockade to get it. Even if you get it, you can't carry it much on your shoulder.
One evening after several days of spring rain, Huang Gongluo suddenly woke up in a dream, and when he turned over, he felt something on his back. He thought it was a snake that had gotten under his military blanket. He subconsciously jumped up immediately, stomped a few feet on the top of the place, and then, lifting the blanket, shining a flashlight, unconsciously turned from surprise to joy, it turned out to be a strong spring bamboo shoot out of the ground.
"There's something to eat!" Huang Gongluo shouted loudly, waking up everyone around him. The warriors gathered around to see the gift of the earth, and everyone exclaimed, "There is no way to heaven!"
After a while, it was dawn, and everyone was happy to find that there were a lot of bamboo shoots drilled in the ground, which was really mushrooms after the rain! For breakfast that day, Huang Gongluo and the soldiers had a delicious and full meal of boiled spring bamboo shoots with chili peppers as well as vegetables.
The revolutionary situation has sprung up like mushrooms after a rain, and new developments have taken place. The Soviets, the Peasant Self-Defense Army, the Young Pioneers, the Children's League, and the Women's Federation in all districts and townships have rapidly recovered and grown stronger under the cultivation of the underground party of the CPC and the guerrillas of the Red Army. The seeds of revolution are taking root and blossoming everywhere.
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