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The Soviet Red Army troops marching in the depths of the swamp grassland did encounter some difficulties, and the most serious thing was that Comrade Trotsky, the founder of the Soviet Red Army, was ill! I barely supported it for two days, but I always felt sick and felt weak-my head was as heavy as pig iron, my pain was unbearable and I was buzzing. Finally, I had to be lifted up by the guard stretcher and walked hard on a road where the life of the soldiers in front came out.
After two weeks, the supplies have been almost consumed, and there are no people in the grassland, no villages and no cities to get enough supplies
In the harsh environment, the troops suffered heavy casualties, and the Red Army troops walked slowly. Fu Longzhi was supported by a guard Rove with a stick. Trotsky was carried by two strong soldiers behind the stretcher, but even the strong soldiers were very tired after such a long journey.
Fu Longzhi struggled to drag his weak body and turned his two stiff and disobedient legs upside down like a dream. He felt that shamil’s pleading and frightened eyes seemed to be far away … shamil was a ten-year-old lean elf boy in Fu Longzhi, with golden curls and deep blue eyes full of loyalty to the revolution
Shamil said voice also like from afar "you ride a horse, chief, did you hear that? Please ride a horse, knowing that you are a leader and a patient! "
However, Fu Longzhi didn’t listen to shamil’s words and tried to insist that it was precisely because he was the leader that he couldn’t let himself fall because Trotsky had a case, and he couldn’t fall again, otherwise the morale of the troops would disperse.
Fu Longzhi has been tortured and exhausted in this grassland, and typhoid fever is attacking him in an attempt to levy him. He is now persisting with a will.
Some strange and very familiar sounds seem to be noisy somewhere outside, but they can’t enter his consciousness. shamil’s crazy and frightened eyes seem to twinkle somewhere in the distance. Trotsky is surprisingly big. His eyes are shaking and spinning. It feels as if there is a thin curtain separating him from the whole marginal and erratic world. This erratic world seems to stand upside down and make a sound like a dream from his feet. Then Fu Longzhi is cut to the ground and muddy and stepped out of the path by several feet.
Shamil turned Fu Longzhi over, held his head, and slapped his broad hand on his hot purple face. He felt that Fu Longzhi’s eyes were oozing blood.
"Don’t ride a horse! I can’t pour … wait! Where are the troops now? Who are you? ….. Where is Comrade Trotsky now? What happened to him? He is the mainstay of the revolution. He can’t have an accident … We have to rush out of the grassland to save the revolution and save the Soviet Union … We have to wipe out China’s invading army-shoot at my command! Aim at them and shoot! Wait a minute! I feel too hot! ….. "He muttered huskily, twisted his head and pulled his hand out of shamil’s hand and waved it to the sky like he did during the speech.
Everyone has no strength. shamil Shuji made a stretcher and put Fu Longzhi on a stretcher for the horse to drag. But after walking for a day, even the horse was tired, and the guards could take turns dragging it.
Fu Longzhi was in a daze. For a while, he could still smell a mixed and unpleasant swamp smell. He was terrified and tried to keep himself awake and control himself-but then he slowly sank into the swelling darkness.
After walking for five or six days, a village miraculously appeared in front of the grassland. It was a beautiful village like a paradise. It was in a desperate situation. In people’s eyes, there was a small piece of this village dyed in sky blue, and there was a golden flash, which flashed with twists and turns and crossed with fluctuations.
"We’re saved. We may have walked out of the swamp!" Shamil shouted and shook Fu Longzhi.
"How about Comrade Trotsky?" Fu Longzhi confused said 1.
"He’s fine and he survived!" Shamil said with eyes flowing.
This is a village with one person. There are several thatched huts in a house, but it brings hope to the tired people. Because there is a village here, there is no swamp around. At least there will be a way to the outside of the grassland. Soldiers explore their precious lives in the swamp.
Fu Longzhi lived in this village until he recovered. It was another week before he walked out of the thatched house where he lived. It was drizzling outside the eaves, and the thatched house was stained with yellow drops of water, and the glass fell from the eaves like a crisp sound. It was a humid and sultry rainy weather, and the village was full of puddles. There are two cows with long hair wandering in the alley, smelling sparrows chirping and pecking at a pile of branches in the yard like in spring.
There is a pile of frozen animal dung at the gate of the courtyard. A hairy goat tramples on the front. A lamb is taller than a ewe. The ewe wants to eat milk. Its head is straight. It drives it away. There is a horn next to it. The black-haired castrated sheep column tickles the door. The door is covered with a layer of yellow clay. A dirty, yellow-browed male dog shrinks in the rain. From time to time, a drop of water shakes violently and is thrown around.
Shamil, a diligent soldier, was chasing the horse that ran out of the yard in the rain. This is a meritorious horse. This horse dragged Fu Longzhi out of the swamp. shamil played with it. The horse cocked up like a hemp bundle, its tail shook in the wind, its mane was tangled and the mud was kicked out far away. It took a few laps in the grassland, and then the low wall of the yard slowly stopped to smell the wall bricks. It let the owner come near, purple eyes squinted at the bridle in his hand, and stretched his back and ran wildly. Fu Longzhi smiled at the corners of his mouth.
It’s a wet and stuffy weather. Fu Longzhi is looking forward to the rainy day and letting his troops pass through the swamp smoothly. His place is on the edge of the swamp, but at least half of his troops are still in the swamp grassland. The bad weather has caused more difficulties and dangers
Fu Longzhi eaves for a long time looking at the falling rain, there is a mountain next to the grassland village that seems to swell up, and there are piles of new soil on the pasture by the river. Trotsky, the founder of the Soviet Red Army, finally didn’t survive and died, and he was buried on the hillside with more than 300 soldiers.
The owner of this hut is Ivan Tatar, who is in his sixties and still in strong health. He cleans the stable with bare arms and is going to hold the horse who has made great achievements. He goes in and out of the thatched shed and wears a white fur hat on rainy days, and his forehead is covered with strands of sweat and stiff hair. Ivan is dirty and smells like animal manure, and the back of his hand pulls his hair behind his head.
Mirren, chief of staff of the army, came out from the opposite room and looked at Ivan with curious eyes. Ivan went to several stacks of hay and was about to rake to hug the wheat straw that had been torn by sheep, but then he heard outsiders say that he threw the rake into the haystack and walked to the yard.
A woman in her forties poked her head out of the kitchen and muttered a few words. This is Ivan’s wife’s guess. She asked him to have dinner. Ivan said that she washed her hands in the puddle in the courtyard, and then she didn’t go to the hall to sit on a long bench and put out one foot on the other bench. She embroidered a beautiful cigarette bag for him, took out a piece of yellow paper between her two fingers and got some coarse broken tobacco cigarettes.
Mirren, chief of staff of the army, probably heard begging, and hurriedly ran to the eaves of Fu Longzhi to help the guards handcuff Fu Longzhi to a bench next to a dark dining table in the hall.
Mirren, the chief of staff of the army, took out greasy cigarette paper from his pocket and asked Ivan for some "tobacco". Ivan also rolled a cigarette, and Ivan’s cigarette butt lit up. His shaved face showed a satisfied expression, apparently forgetting the nightmare experience he had just experienced in the swamp.
"Sleep well last night, Comrade Ivan!" Fu Longzhi said softly that his voice was a little hoarse, which was due to typhoid fever.
"TOEFL TOEFL bosses!"
Fu Longzhi took out a white cigarette from his pocket. "Come and smoke. This is a high smoke barrier. I have been reluctant to smoke until now."
"God bless me, this cigarette is good. It smells strong enough to grow it yourself."
Fu Longzhi took off his hat and cut it, and his white hair stood up and smiled. "Don’t worry, Comrade Ivan. We are people in the People’s Army, the Red Army and our relatives …" Ivan once again looked at Fu Longzhi from head to toe and didn’t immediately answer. He took out a piece of paper to dig out the tobacco leaves and put them out. First, he spit and soaked them for a long time, and licked them back and forth like cows. When the cigarettes were ready, he said rudely, "I planted the tobacco leaves myself. If the bosses like, we can get some, but we can go to cattle and sheep
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Ivan’s wife came in with a big pot of food, a big pot of potatoes and a little cream. Fu Longzhi and chief of staff Mirren both nodded to thank her, and Ivan’s wife went out quietly.
"Comrade Ivan, just like we eat your potatoes, we will give you the thread when we leave!" Fu Longzhi said, "We are the people’s army …"
"Give some roubles? Don’t worry about our fellow villagers. I hope you will leave me one or two lambs for planting or they will become extinct next year, "Ivan said very stubbornly."
"We don’t want anything. We want Comrade Ivan to go out and ask for information for us and find out where China people have gone?" Fu Longzhi said kindly.
"You want to spend me and then eat my cattle and sheep and kidnap my wife?" Ivan said warily
"How can this be?" Fu Longzhi said.
"Ask your department whose thigh he slept with last night?" Ivan’s hand refers to Mirren, chief of staff of the army, to be continued.
Chapter 72 Out of the swamp
Mirren, chief of staff of the army, shamefully said to Ivan, "Your wife is a * * I am taking care of her for you. This is also a goodwill between the army and the people."
Fu Longzhi scolded with a cold face, "Comrade Mirren, this is a very serious problem. You made a mistake in the mass line!"
"Don’t always say anything wrong or wrong …" Mirren said so-called, "We are not doing ideological mobilization on the way to March now. Comrade Fu Longzhi asked me to do so. She said that she had a lot of lice biting her and needed me to catch it for her. Nothing happened!" Mirren smiled and said, "Old Ivan, your wife is really red with lice …"
"So what?" Ivan asked, "Is that why you share a bed with her?"
"Of course you have to take off your clothes to catch lice!" Mirren smiled and recognized that the root did not take Ivan’s old man’s accusation seriously.
"Comrade Mirren, please shut up! What’s your attitude? Don’t you know you made a mistake? " Fu Longzhi severely criticized and said.
"I really didn’t know this was a mistake!" Mirren swear tone said "heaven and earth conscience comrade Fu Longzhi I really don’t know what mistakes have been made. Is it wrong to help the people catch lice? It’s a pity that Comrade Trotsky can’t. If he pays me back, can he let the Chekas arrest me and hang the beam for torture? "
"It’s a pity that Trotsky is dead. His minions-the chekas who will treat their comrades have also died. Do you want to know how they died? Comrade Fu Longzhi, I don’t think you don’t know? "
Fu Longzhi didn’t want everyone to know that purges would be unpopular with the officers and men of the Red Army, especially when the war was unfavorable and they had to bear the persecution of Cheka people … After Comrade Trotsky’s case, those Cheka people were in jeopardy. The soldiers vented their anger on them. After Comrade Trotsky died, their situation could be imagined.
During Mirren’s March, many inappropriate remarks were criticized by Comrade Trotsky, but for the desperate grassland, I am afraid he would have been investigated by Cheka.
"Comrade Trotsky is a revolutionary creator, and I will never allow you to slander him!" Fu Longzhi said solemnly.
"I want to know if we are still marching to Kazan according to the central command. There are a large number of Chinese teams, and it is impossible for us to fight against Chinese teams in this state."
"This is the central command!" Fu Longzhi said.
"This is obviously a wrong order. They are joking about our lives. Now that Comrade Trotsky is dead, we don’t need to carry out this wrong order again!"