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- At noon, in northern Guangxi, the sky above the Xiangjiang River was shrouded by black clouds, lightning and thunder, and heavy rain. The cold rain poured down like a waterfall.
Due to the continuous rain, the water in the Xiangjiang River surged and rolled like a tide.
In the heavy rain, a figure walked along the bank of the Xiangjiang River.
He was wearing a large bamboo hat, a coir raincoat woven from palm tree hair, and a pair of straw sandals.
Visibility was extremely low in the heavy rain, and the man was wearing a bamboo hat, so it was impossible to see his appearance clearly, and he could only be vaguely seen.
It¡¯s Chen Fan.
While using his hand to slash the Yan family's echelon with a butcher knife, Lu Sen and his party left the East China Sea after negotiating specific cooperation matters with Aoxiang Group, and he arrived in Ruijin alone with the ashes of Mrs. Chen, The Long March started from Ruijin and arrived in northern Guangxi today.
In the heavy rain, he didn¡¯t know how long he had been walking. Chen Fan stopped and stood on a rock. Looking at the rolling river under his feet, he couldn¡¯t help but think of the battle that took place on this river nearly eighty years ago.
The Battle of Xiangjiang River.
This was the first battle of the Red Army after the Long March began.
"Old Master, back then, you relied on the spirit of holding your head as a urinal and fighting the enemy. Although you suffered heavy casualties, you broke through the fourth blockade carefully set up by the enemy, crossed the Xiangjiang River, and completely shattered the enemy's attempt to defeat the enemy. The conspiracy of the Central Red Army east of the Xiangjiang River won a strategic victory and provided an opportunity for the first great turning point in the history of the Kuomintang."
Looking at the river rolling away under his feet, Chen Fan seemed to be able to imagine the tragedy of that stop, and his expression became extremely solemn.
"Old Master, your brothers suffered heavy losses at this stop. Many people lost their lives here. Eighty years have passed. I guess they all want to see you, right?"
" Chen Fan said, took off his hat, then took out Mr. Chen's ashes from his backpack, grabbed a handful, and sprinkled them into the river.
After finishing all this, Chen Fan put the urn of Mrs. Chen back into his gold backpack, then stood up straight and saluted a standard military salute in front of the rolling river.
Then he put on his bamboo hat again, started again, and started heading southwest.
At the end of October, that important meeting came to a successful conclusion, and the Yan family echelon suffered heavy losses. Most of the third and second generations of the Yan family were taken away by the Central Commission for Discipline Inspection. Yan Qinglai failed to defend the nine-member team, citing physical discomfort. , admitted to the hospital, deputy director Wei Ming temporarily replaced Yan Qing to take charge of the work.
Chen Fan didn¡¯t know about all this, butthis result was destined as early as the end of his European trip!
At the beginning of November, winter had entered and the weather turned cold, so he came to Zunyi in the southwest.
He still wears a bamboo hat and a raincoat
, wearing straw sandals, like a refugee walking out of a refugee camp.
The straw sandals were originally very strong, but In the past ten days, Chen Fan only spent a small part of the time walking along the Long March Road, thinking and imagining what the red army would be like when they walked along this red zone. The rest of the time He always walks as fast as flying, and travels with terrifying speed.
If not, he would not have arrived in Zunyi in such a short time.
At noon, many tourists came to the Zunyi meeting site.
When they saw Chen Fan arriving at the meeting place in a weird dress, they all looked at Chen Fan like an idiot, as if they thought Chen Fan was a lunatic who escaped from a lunatic asylum.
Facing those strange looks, Chen Fan ignored them. He seemed to be petrified and stood quietly in front of the door of the conference site, looking at the six characters "Zunyi Conference Site" on the door plaque.
"Old man, this is the place where you held the meeting that changed the Dang and the Red Army. I remember you came here once when you were seventy years old. Does it feel familiar?" Looking at it, Chen Fan stretched out his hand and took it. Take out the urn from your backpack.
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Not far away, several tourists were watching Chen Fan. When they saw Chen Fan taking out the urn in shock, they screamed in fright and dispersed.
Chen Fan ignored this and did not scatter the ashes. Instead, he put the urn into his backpack again and saluted at the gate of the venue.
After doing all this, he turned around and strode away.
¡°Throughout the whole time, they looked at the tourists who thought he was crazy.
After leaving Zunyi City, Chen Fan looked up at the sky, glanced at the red sun, squinted his eyes slightly, exerted his strength in vain, disappeared like a whirlwind, and began to go north.
"The five ridges are meandering and the waves are flowing
Wumeng majestic walking mud pill. GoldThe clouds and cliffs are warm when the water hits them, and the iron cables across the Dadu Bridge are cold. "
In the days that followed, Chen Fan followed the Long March Road, crossed Chishui, Jinsha River, Dadu River, crossed the Marco Polo Bridge, and arrived at the foot of the insurmountable Dajin Mountain.
Along the way, wherever he went, he would scatter Mr. Chen¡¯s ashes and salute.
When Chen Fan arrived at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, winter had completely entered. The sky was freezing, snowflakes were falling from the sky, and the cold wind blew through, causing pain like an ice knife scraping his face.
Chen Fan stood at the foot of the mountain and looked around. The mountains were covered with snow, and the sky was covered with snow. It was a world of snow.
Seeing all this, Chen Fan finally understood why when people mentioned the Long March, the first thing they thought of was the Snow Mountain. In his opinion, not only with the physique of those martyrs back then, but also with the physique of the top player on his list, without It is not an easy task to cross the snow-capped mountains without sufficient food and preparation.
"Old man, Dajin Mountain is called Immortal Mountain by the local people. Back then they told you and your brothers that only immortals can climb Dajin Mountain. If you can open your mouth on the mountain, the mountain god will strangle you to death. In short, Dajin Mountain is It¡¯s an incredible mountain that even birds can¡¯t fly over. It¡¯s best for people not to get close to it. But you have to fight against fate for no reason!¡±
Chen Fan reached behind his back and touched the urn of Mrs. Chen. While feeling respectful, he also felt a surge of pride! "Old Master, you and your brothers can cross the snow-capped mountains and create miracles, and so can your descendants!"
After the words fell, Chen Fan took a deep breath, put on the newly bought straw sandals from Sichuan, and began to conquer the snow-capped mountains.
For Chen Fan, who has now entered the stage of transforming energy, he can not only control his body freely, but also control the energy, spreading the energy all over the body, shrinking the pores, and preventing the cold air from entering the body. If this were not the case, With his outfit, he might not be able to withstand such cold weather.
Feeling the cold and stiff feeling under his feet, Chen Fan admired the courage of those martyrs to fight against fate even more.
Climbing the mountain went smoothly at first, but later, Chen Fan found himself entering a world of ice and snow. Looking around, he saw a vast expanse of white, and the white snow stung his eyes.
Fortunately, he had received snow training when he was in Longya, so he was able to adapt to it.
Even so, Chen Fan couldn't help but feel that the road ahead was getting harder and harder to walk. To be precise, there was no road ahead at all. The ground was all frozen into ice. If someone walked on it, he would fall if he was not careful, and it was possible. He fell straight down the snowy mountain, leaving no trace of his body.
"Old man, old man, I finally understand why you and your brothers were able to defeat more with less, drive away the Japanese, and successfully establish a new life after the Long March." Chen Fan once again took out the old man Chen Fan urn, sighing: "You can even defeat such a harsh environment, what else in this world can't you defeat?"
"Martyrs, the descendants of the Chen family have brought your brothers to see you!"
Chen Fan was full of energy and roared at the endless snow-capped mountains. Then he grabbed the ashes of Mrs. Chen and scattered them. The ashes were blown away by the cold wind in an instant, and mixed with the ashes, they fell on the white-capped snow-capped mountains.
After putting the urn into his backpack again, Chen Fan took out the frozen compressed biscuits from his backpack, briefly replenished his energy, and then moved on.
I don¡¯t know how many days passed, but after Chen Fan successfully crossed the snow-capped mountains, he lost weight several times. His bamboo hat and raincoat were all covered with ice pimples, the straw sandals under his feet turned white, and there were several frostbites on his feet.
Originally, Chen Fan could spread his energy throughout his feet, and keep on walking, his feet would be in motion, and he would not get frostbite. However, during the process of climbing over the snow-capped mountains, his feet were cut by ice blades, resulting in frostbite on his feet.
After crossing the snow-capped mountains for several days, Chen Fan came to a village.
At this time, Chen Fan¡¯s hair was messy, his skin was dry, and the bamboo hat on his head, the coir raincoat on his body, and the straw sandals on his feet were all in tatters. He looked like a savage.
"Ah, ghost"
At the entrance of the village, many children were playing. They were shocked to see Chen Fan, who looked like a savage, and fled in all directions.
Only an elderly man did not run away, but looked at Chen Fan with a strange look.
"Young man, where are you from?"
After a while, the old man took the lead and asked.
"Old man, according to my old man's will, I want to walk the Long March with his ashes." Chen Fan said calmly: "I just crossed the snowy mountain."
The Long March Road?
Hearing these three words in shock, the old man seemed to have heard themAs if something incredible had happened, he widened his eyes and said in a trembling tone: "Youyou said you came here alone along the Long March Road? And you just finished climbing over the snow-capped mountains?"
Chen Fan nodded.
"Young man, are you kidding again?"
Even though Chen Fan nodded in confirmation, the old man still had an expression of disbelief on his face.
In his opinion, that red zone is a miracle in human history. No one can complete that road completely!
He didn¡¯t believe that Chen Fan in front of him could walk the road ahead alone!
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When he finished speaking, he suddenly found that Chen Fan, who was standing in front of him just now, suddenly disappeared, as if he had never appeared.
"I won't encounter ghosts in broad daylight, right?"
The old man stayed where he was, rubbed his eyes vigorously, and after confirming that he had seen correctly, he said suspiciously.
Chen Fan was destined not to hear the old man's soliloquy. He left the village as quickly as possible and headed towards the last natural danger on the Long March Road - the grassland.
The Great Grassland is located on the highlands at the junction of Kangxi and Tibet. It stretches as far as the eye can see and is hundreds of miles wide. It is a swampy area with no roads.
At the end of December, Chen Fan came to the grassland.
Standing on the grass, he discovered that there was nothing but the endless weeds, and beneath the weeds was a swamp with murky water several feet deep. Large areas of weeds have grown again on the dead haystacks. No one can say whether it has been like this for hundreds of years. There are no big or small trees. No birds can be seen flying, no insects can be heard, and not even a stone can be found. Less than.
There is nothing here, only endless weeds covered with white snow.
Seeing the scene in front of him, Chen Fan did not feel at all that crossing the grassland was easier than climbing over the snow-capped mountains.
Although the road ahead was difficult and full of dangers, Chen Fan did not flinch at all. He took out the urn of Mrs. Chen again.
¡°The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition, and it can only wait for thousands of rivers and mountains.
The five ridges are meandering and the waves are flowing, and the clouds are majestic and the mud balls are moving.
The golden sand and water are warm against the clouds and the cliffs are warm, while the iron cables across the Dadu Bridge are cold.
"I am even more happy that there is thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain, and the three armies are all happy after the passing." "
On the endless grassland full of dangers, the man who was once known as the sharp fang of the dragon, who now stands at the pinnacle of the underground world and can make the world tremble by stamping his feet, roared loudly for the will of the old man lying in Babaoshan. He wrote the poem "Long March" and continued his Long March.
Under the setting sun, he scattered the old man's ashes and drifted away.
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