Reward a revolutionary story, two or three thousand words. The plot should be tense and the story should be strong. Don't just be touching stories, or celebrity stories that everyone knows.

Huang Jiguang was born in a mountain village in Zhongjiang County, Sichuan Province in 1931. His family was extremely poor since childhood. When he was six or seven years old, his father died because of being oppressed by the landlord. Huang Jiguang carried long-term jobs for landlords, mowed grass and herded cattle since he was a child. In the winter of 1949, when his hometown was liberated, a peasant association was organized in the village. Huang Jiguang not only became the first member of the peasant association and actively fought against the landlords, but also became a militia in the village.

after the war to resist U.S. aggression and aid Korea began, demobilization stopped in China and a large number of soldiers were recruited. In March 1951, when Zhongjiang County recruited volunteers, Huang Jiguang was the first to sign up in the village. During the physical examination, he was not selected because of his short stature. The battalion commander who came to recruit was moved by Huang Jiguang's enthusiasm for joining the army and agreed to make an exception.

after arriving at the front line of Korea, Huang Jiguang was assigned to be the correspondent of the second battalion of the 135th regiment of the 15th Army for six consecutive terms. In April 1952, the troops went to the frontier position of Wusheng Mountain to take over the defense, but Huang Jiguang, who wanted to make meritorious deeds, was assigned to the logistics of the company. After careful ideological work by the assistant instructor, Huang Jiguang understood the importance of logistics work and did everything well. With the approval of his superiors, he won the third class merit once and joined the Youth League.

On October 14th, 1952, the Battle of Shangganling began. On the night of October 19th, Huang Jiguang's 2nd Battalion was ordered to counterattack the enemy who occupied the surface position of 597.9 highland. When attack force was blocked and suffered heavy casualties, Huang Jiguang, who had been a battalion correspondent, stepped forward and volunteered to destroy the enemy's shelters. When his comrades were wounded and sacrificed, and his ammunition was used up, Huang Jiguang resolutely blocked the enemy's loophole with his own body, which opened the way for the victory of the stormtroopers. He was only 22 years old when he died.

Qiu Shaoyun

On March 25th, 1951, Qiu Shaoyun, as a member of Chinese people's Volunteer Army, crossed the Yalu River.

One day shortly after arriving in North Korea, the troops were resting in a village when they were bombarded by enemy planes. The whole village immediately became a sea of fire, and the soldiers immediately put into rescue work. Qiu Shaoyun rushed into a burning shack regardless of his life, only to find that a woman had died tragically. Qiu Shaoyun picked up two poor children around the deceased and rushed out of the fire ... Seeing the aggression and atrocities of American imperialism, Qiu Shaoyun's chest was full of angry flames, and he made up his mind to contribute everything to defeating the American aggressors.

in October, 1952, Qiu Shaoyun's company accepted a glorious and arduous task to wipe out the enemy forces in the 391 highland between Pingkang and Jinhua. However, the 391 highland has a unique terrain, which is easy to defend but difficult to attack. There is also an open area more than 3, meters wide between the enemy and our positions, which is the enemy's artillery blockade area. The impact under such long-distance artillery fire will inevitably lead to heavy casualties of our army and affect the smooth progress of the battle. The superior decided to use covert operations, and the night before the attack, the troops were lurking in the front of the enemy's position and caught the enemy off guard. It's an arduous task for this biological world to make hundreds of people hide under the eyes of the enemy for more than 2 hours without exposing a target. Qiu Shaoyun and his comrades-in-arms did not fear, and rushed to be well-documented. Before he left, Qiu Shaoyun made an iron oath: I would give everything to win the battle.

In the middle of the night, more than 5 soldiers wearing camouflage grass nets lay in ambush in the open field where Artemisia grass grows with lightning speed.

in the early morning of 11th, the layers of barbed wire and clusters of enemy on the 391 highland did not reveal our hidden secrets, so the commander in the observation post made a decisive decision and ordered the enemy to be completely annihilated by artillery fire.

Perhaps the enemy was suspicious of the situation in this open area. Soon, several enemy planes dropped incendiary bombs on the positions of the volunteers. A firebomb landed on the grass two meters away from Qiu Shaoyun. Soon, wormwood inserted in Qiu Shaoyun's leg was lit and the flame was rising. Behind Qiu Shaoyun is a ditch. Just roll into the ditch and you can put out the fire. However, this will expose the target to the enemy, the whole battle arrangement will be abandoned, and more than 5 comrades will face great danger. The commander in the rear is worried about this. Qiu Shaoyun, a good steel warrior, let the flames burn more and more fiercely. He endured great pain unimaginable to ordinary people, gritted his teeth and did not move with extraordinary perseverance. The fire is getting worse. The comrades around him could even smell the burnt flesh, but Qiu Shaoyun still lay there quietly until the whole flame swallowed him up ... < P > For the safety of all his comrades, for the final victory of the battle, Qiu Shaoyun gave his precious life.

Luo Shengjiao

Luo Shengjiao, a native of Xiangzi Village, Xinhua County, Hunan Province, was born in a poor peasant's family in 1931. He joined the People's Liberation Army of China in 1949, the New Democratic Youth League of China in 195, and Chinese people's Volunteer Army in 1951, and served as a document of the 141st Reconnaissance Team of the 47th Army of the Volunteers. He held high the banner of resisting U.S. aggression and aiding Korea and defending the country, held his head high and set foot on the land of North Korea, and marched south to meet the baptism of war. At that time, he took part in defensive operations.

in January, 1952, snow and snow filled the stone fields in Chengchuan County, South Pyongan Province, North Korea, and the temperature dropped below minus 2 degrees Celsius. On the 2nd, a North Korean teenager, Cui Ying, skated on the oak marsh river, accidentally fell, broke the ice, fell into a 2.7-meter-deep ice hole, and lost his head in an instant. Luo Shengjiao, who had just returned from bombing training, rushed forward without hesitation as if he had received a combat order. He took off his cotton-padded coat while running, jumped into the ice cave and dived into the water to find someone. In the bone-piercing ice water, Luo Shengjiao sank to the bottom twice in a row, touched Cui Ying and lifted him out of the water several times, because the ice around the ice cave was too thin for Cui Ying to climb up and collapsed into the ice water. Luo Shengjiao dived into the water for the third time and touched Cui Ying. With his feet on the gravel at the bottom of the river, he used his last strength to push Cui Ying out of the water with his head, and his comrades came to help rescue him. Cui Ying was saved, but Luo Shengjiao was washed under the ice in the distance and never came out.

Respondent: miaomiao75-Juren Level 4 1-13 11:35

The War to Resist U.S. Aggression and Aid Korea was the request of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea, and the Chinese government sent volunteers to crush the invasion of the Democratic People's Republic of Korea by the U.S.-led "United Nations forces" and safeguard China's security.

Respondent: 39866956-Scholar Level 2 1-13 2:1

Listening to American Soldiers Telling the Story of China Volunteers

I saw a new world ...

This black American soldier named Hall was a superior soldier of the Black Engineer Company of the 25th Division of the United States. In the second battle, the Black Engineer Company collectively surrendered to the 39th Army of the Volunteers. This process was very thrilling. At that time, they raised the white flag, and the volunteers moved forward, ready to accept weapons. Unexpectedly, at this time, an American soldier fired a shot because of excessive tension, knocking down a volunteer soldier. All the blacks immediately realized that there was a danger of total destruction. Surprisingly, however, other volunteers not only did not shoot, but tried to stabilize their mood, went up to shake hands with them and explained the prisoner policy to them. Successfully completed the surrender. A thrilling scene was saved because of the high degree of calmness and reason and strict discipline of the volunteers. At that time, the brothers who moved the whole black company shouted wildly, cried and knelt down to pray desperately. . . . . .

After this incident, the American ruling class was not at ease with all the black troops. Since then, the American troops on the Korean battlefield have no separate black troops, and all the black troops have been dismantled and mixed with whites.

This Hall was the one who was crying at that time. He said: That's when I got to know the people of China for the first time. After all kinds of things, I realized more and more clearly that the people of China are great people and great people, and you are really unusual!

The following is the voice from the heart of this black American soldier: China Volunteers have always been very polite to our prisoners and called us Sir, but in my heart, they are not only regarded as enthusiastic friends, but also as comrades fighting. I think, in today's world, only they are the people who understand our black people's suffering best. It was also in the volunteer camp that I was treated as a human being for the first time in my life, as a comrade, not as an animal! . . . . .

my life is full of humiliation and suffering. In my opinion, my biggest sin is to be born black in America. The color of my skin is the root of all my misfortunes. . . . . . When I was a naive child, walking in the street, my mother held me tightly and forbade me to leave, for fear that I might bump into a white man and bring disaster. My parents had to put me in an orphanage because my family was poor. Once, my mother sent me a new coat. As soon as she left, the white boy ordered me to take off my coat and put on a torn one. I cried at that time. My brother also put his arm around me and rolled out of tears. Others pulled him away, surrounded him, slapped him in the face, and later he became deaf. This is my childhood experience. Later, when I grew up and became a worker, the situation didn't change much. In order to enter restaurants and cafes, I was insulted and beaten. Gradually I learned my lesson. If the food is not served within half an hour, I have to get up and leave. Once on a bus, I sat with a white man. He ordered me to leave, so I stepped aside. The white man said angrily, I have already said that one of us must leave! I endured and gave way to the side. Then the white man stood up and kicked me off the chair. Other white people laughed. Insult lashed my heart at countless whips, and my head seemed to crack, and my whole body seemed to explode at once. I dragged the white man down the aisle, which was the first time I dared to resist a white man. I was fired. Later, I went to be an agricultural worker. Here I do the same work as white people, but I am not allowed to eat in the house with others, and I am treated like an animal. Soon, I lost my job again. I've been wandering around for a year, boxing in an amusement park and a cheap gym, but in fact I just got beaten to get others' laughter. Once I competed with a white man. Before the game, a man gave me 1 yuan money and told me to lose to the white man, or he would kill me. This is the worst beating I have ever received, which kept me in bed for half a month. I am married, but I can't support my wife and children. I barely got up, so I went to boxing again to earn some change. With so little money, I feed my wife and children and fight hunger myself, sometimes once a day, sometimes once a few days. I did all this without telling them. It was under such circumstances that I joined the army. . . . . . This is my life as a black man. It made me suffer humiliation, sadness, disappointment and pain. It made me ask myself more than once: Why do human beings suffer so much? Why are some people so poor and others so rich? Why is a person's skin color a shame? Is there any place in the world that doesn't discriminate against blacks? . . . . . . I didn't get the answer. I think that human beings may have always been like this, and there is no place that does not discriminate against blacks.

However, I finally found the answers to these questions, and I found the truth. Is there any place in the world that doesn't discriminate against blacks? There is. This is here in China, with the volunteers. Only here can I see a new world that I have never seen before! . . . . . . Of course, frankly speaking, after I was captured, my first observation was to see if China people discriminated against blacks. I have carefully observed the actions, words and even eyes of the volunteers. Indeed, the volunteers are sincere, sympathetic and loving to us blacks. There is no such cursed phenomenon as that in our country. Moreover, whenever the white people are impolite to us, whenever they refuse to play games with us and warm themselves in a brazier with us, the volunteers always patiently and kindly use their thoughts to educate the white people and convince them. It was at this time that the high wall between us was gradually dismantled; The friendship between us, like a healthy seed, quickly germinated and grew up through the hands of China Volunteers. Perhaps these are just trivial things to the volunteers, but they are infinitely precious to us. Because in my life, in the life of my unfortunate black brother, it is the first time to live the life of a master. . . .

I also want to talk about one thing that moved me very much. Last summer, a black partner went swimming in the river and was in danger. At this time, a weak teacher in the prisoner camp immediately jumped into the river and swam to the rapids to save him, regardless of his own life. Finally salvaged him. At that time, we saw the thin body of the teacher, and all the black people present cried. You know, in America, no one cares about the death of a black man. And here, a black man is more valuable than his own life. So I say that the people of China are great people and noble people. I think that the ideals that the China Productive Party and the people of China are striving for are completely well-founded, and can really eliminate exploitation and oppression and change the unfortunate fate of black people. In the prisoner camp, I also carefully read some books on Marxism-Leninism and Mao Zedong. I think these are the only weapons to achieve the complete liberation of black people. I also think that Mao Zedong is a very outstanding and great figure. Under his leadership, China Volunteers will achieve complete victory. My wish in this life is to fight side by side with the people of China, as a loyal comrade of the people of China, and fight for the complete liberation of the proletariat and blacks!

An American veteran who invaded North Korea commented on a volunteer soldier. The American veteran said that in a battle, he and more than 2 comrades-in-arms were beaten down by volunteers who looked like a group of savages in bloated cotton-padded jackets. When they became prisoners, they all thought to themselves that they would die this time. However, the volunteers who pursued the victory failed to manage them, but only handed them over to some officers and men of the North Korean People's Army who came behind and pursued them all the way.

He said that he felt a sense of security when he saw these North Korean soldiers with neat military appearance, good equipment and civilized manners. However, when he and his captured comrades were driven off the road by these North Koreans, they were taken to an uninhabited ravine and ordered to stand in a line. He peeked and found that these North Koreans had set up machine guns on the other side, and their eyes showed hatred. He suddenly understood: Oh, my God! They are going to slaughter the prisoners.

Just as he kept praying to God in despair, God really appeared. A little volunteer soldier who happened to pass by this place discovered the tragedy that was about to happen. This little soldier was also ragged and sloppy. The little soldier seemed to be very excited. He kept saying things that neither the American prisoners nor the Korean People's Army could understand, but they all understood what he meant, because he stood under the mouth of the machine gun and protected the prisoners with his body.

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