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When did the Tiger die in 1938?

Salt

——A "self-narrative" ghostwritten for a Red Army martyr

■Jiang Zi

1

I was once an ignorant young man in Taojiang County, Hunan, a boy running and playing in the paddy fields in the south.

One of my friends served as a district official in Jiangdao, Hunan. This may be what makes me different from other rural children. He is a member of the China Alliance and participated in the Xinhai War and the Xinhai War. I admit that I knew very little about him when I was a child, and I often felt melancholy because I could not remember his appearance, because it was difficult for me to meet him, and even if I did, I would say goodbye in a hurry, as if something big was waiting for me. he. He always looked tired and moved mysteriously, which left a strong impression on me. He died of illness in 1917, when I was only 15 years old, but his influence on me lasted a lifetime.

When I grew up, I naturally chose to join the army to serve my motherland. I was admitted to the Hunan Military Academy, and after graduation I participated in the anti-warlord struggle, but I suffered setbacks every step of the way. Until later, I found mine, China.

That year, when I was in my early twenties, I was admitted to the first class of Huangpu Military Academy. Before I graduated, I went to the Guangzhou Agricultural Movement Training Center to become a trainee and a teacher and student. I didn't expect that we would become comrades in life and death.

With my eye-catching military academies and good military talents, I was promoted to military rank. Frankly speaking, I am not very keen on fame. I was born in a rural area, and I think China is absolutely right in treating farmers as its allies. China's suffering is too great. Only by mobilizing all the proletarians at the lower levels can the clouds clear up. It was based on this understanding that I resolutely joined this then-weak camp and became a Chinese.

In September 1927, I participated in the autumn harvest on the border of Hunan and Jiangxi. During this battle, I became the commander of the 1st Battalion of the 3rd Regiment of the Workers' and Peasants' Army. According to the order, we started to attack Tonggu guys in Jiangxi on September 11, and quickly occupied Baisha Town and Dongmen City in Liuyang for a time. I am a good fighter, I can command with ease, and my soldiers are also very brave. However, they were too strong and we lost.

We left Wenjia City and retreated south. On the way we were chased by soldiers again and again. My old regiment leader and commander-in-chief Lu Deming died in Luxi. This is really a pity. Exhausted, we adapted it in Yongxin Sanwan.

In this way we arrived at Jinggang Mountain in the middle of the Luoxiao Mountains. A few years later, this place was called the cradle and land of China.

2

In Jinggangshan, we have a rare opportunity to recuperate. In order to open up and expand our base area, we attacked everywhere. One morning in October, while we were camping in Dafen, Suichuan, we were suddenly attacked by a powerful force. We are not familiar with the terrain and have insufficient knowledge, but the opponent is obviously familiar with the terrain and has strong firepower. Our team was divided into two halves. We later found out that they were the private armed forces of the local landowner Xiao Jiabi.

In the rush, the troops I led were separated from the main force. I ordered the soldiers to retreat while fighting, walking in circles in this unfamiliar mountainous countryside, and I couldn't tell the direction at all. We came to a county town, and the locals told us that this was Guidong, Hunan. There, we were fortunate enough to meet the Nanchang troops in the Fan Shisheng barracks of the Yunnan Army. I was a classmate of the Yunnan Military Academy with Fan Shisheng, and they had a good relationship, so the remnants of the Nanchang Army he led had a place to stay, and we also obtained legal status in Guidong. In this way, we spent more than a month in Guidong. News came that Jinggangshan troops had occupied Chaling. So I led the team to bid farewell to Guidong and hurried to Chaling. When the Hunan Army was besieging Chaling, I led my troops to attack. The rest and training during this period doubled our combat effectiveness, and the enemy troops besieging the city immediately retreated.

Soon, I returned to Jinggangshan. Red flags are everywhere in Jinggangshan, and the walls are covered with slogans promoting workers’ and peasants’ policies. I actually know nothing about Jinggangshan, but I feel as close to it as a wanderer returning to his hometown.

From January to March 1928, my soldiers and I were on alert every day. I don’t even remember how many battles we fought.

I often watched the sun rise in the trenches and the moon waxed and waned. The gray military uniforms we wear are often dirty, and sometimes we don’t know whether it’s rain or sweat. My warriors are good. Jinggang Mountain is extremely cold and the living conditions are difficult. They still wear single clothes and single trousers, eat red rice, pumpkin soup, dried chili peppers, sleep on straw bunks, and only have a few cents in their pockets. However, when fighting, they all risk their lives. hero.

We spend most of our time marching and fighting on the road, with positions everywhere, ready for new battles at any time. I am already familiar with the smell of thatch and vegetation in Jinggang Mountains because we are often in their company. My ears are filled with the sound of charging horns, the sound of gun bolts being pulled, the chirps of guns, and the sounds of gunfire every day. We have always been the frontline troops in Jinggangshan and the sharp knife and barrier of the Jinggangshan base area. In order to support and lead the remnants of the Nanchang Army and the Shonan Peasant Army to the Jinggang Mountains, I went to Shonan in April 1928. This time, we met our opponent - the Hunan Army assembled three regiments to occupy Lingxian County, Hunan, in an attempt to block the throat of the troops going up the mountain. When the two armies fight, the brave one wins. I commanded the entire regiment to respond calmly and repelled more than ten enemy charges. There is a place called Xiangshan that is a strategic highland. We compete with each other, gaining and losing again, and losing again and again. In the end, I adopted the tactics of frontal attraction and roundabout raids, and finally eliminated the enemy defenders in Xiangshan and completely controlled this strategic location. The battle resulted in a decisive victory.

However, two of them hit my left foot. I suddenly fainted from the pain.

Three

, the troops and the Autumn Harvest troops met victoriously in Jinggangshan. It is early summer, everything in Jinggang Mountain is green and the vegetation is luxuriant. After the meeting, Jinggangshan is full of vitality that complements this season. But unfortunately I became a wounded person.

I used to be very lively, but at the meeting between the two armies, I was forced to lie on a stretcher and was carried into the venue by the soldiers. All the people cheered for me, because I am a warrior who fought through life and death for the two armies to join forces, and the louder one must be my comrades. I leaned forward on the stretcher and waved to them, but my foot injury made me grin in pain.

After the Fourth Red Army was established, I served as the commander of the 11th Division and the commander of the 31st Regiment. At a party meeting on the Hunan-Jiangxi border held later, I was elected as a special committee member. But these positions are nothing but honor to me. I can't fulfill my duties. I spent almost all of my time in the hospital, with other people doing the work.

I was admitted to the Red Army Hospital. I thought my gunshot wound was not serious. It was on my ankle and was not a serious injury. I want the doctor to take it out. I want to take it out and keep it for a while before I can go back to the battlefield. At that time, the conditions of the hospital were very primitive. Not to mention the lack of Western medicine, there were even no operators. But in order to go to the front line, I asked the doctor to cut open my feet without any medical treatment. But after the doctor cut open my foot, he searched for a long time with rough tweezers made from bamboo slices, but couldn't find the two pills.

My blood flowed all over the floor. What makes me very dissatisfied is that they are not bright red, but black and purple, and have an unpleasant fishy smell. My body is undergoing terrible changes.

I thought fate would just take away my right to walk. I thought I would become one at most, but I didn't expect that the repeated incisions had already taken place.

My face is getting thinner and paler, while my legs are getting swollen and thicker, and their color is deepening, as if they are as golden as a bronze sculpture. Finally, the swelling even reached the lower abdomen. My body became extremely ugly. The swollen leg couldn't be accommodated by any wide pants, so I simply cut open the pants to expose the swollen leg. Those were strong legs that should be worn on the march in leggings, but now, they could only stay in the ward.

Battling injuries is an even more brutal battle.

Four

I finally want to talk about salt.

In Jinggangshan, salt, an ordinary thing in ordinary people’s five-flavor boxes, has become an extremely precious crystal. Many checkpoints were set up on the road leading to Jinggang Mountain. They clamored that even if they tied a grain of salt to the bird's leg, they would knock it out of the zone. Even the frost in autumn and the snow in winter have to be tasted to see if they are salty. They tried to trap the Red Army in Jinggangshan by destroying salt and medicine.

Many soldiers in the army have become swollen and unable to move because they have not eaten salt for a long time. I heard that during the march, some soldiers fell down and never got up again. As for the more soldiers, their uniforms were soaked with sweat from the march, and there was no salty taste at all. Salt is also an alternative medicine for sterilizing, preventing infection, and cleaning wounds when anti-inflammatory drugs are not available. I saw with my own eyes that there were many wounded people whose gunshot wounds had begun to fester in large areas because they had not been cleaned with salt.

To a certain extent, what we are fighting in Jinggangshan is actually a war with salt.

In order to win this war, all the soldiers and civilians in Jinggangshan became warriors to defend salt. Everyone worked together to boil nitrate salt from the soil of the old wall to replace edible salt. This kind of boiled nitrate doesn't taste very good and is very bitter, but it can finally relieve the temporary emergency. There are also comrades who risk their lives and find ways to secretly transport salt from the controlled area to the base area. They put the salt in bamboo tubes, in the salesman's bag, under baskets, in the bottom of double-bottomed buckets, etc., but in the end they were all discovered by the soldiers. There was a Jinggangshan woman named Nie Huaizhuang who had an even better method. She dissolved the salt in a pot and soaked the cotton-padded clothes in it. After the cotton-padded clothes had absorbed all the salt water, she dried them and put them on. She put on a coat and crossed the line after dark. She climbed the mountain and passed the col to find the Red Army station and took off the clothes. Dilute cotton clothes with water and boil them dry, and you can get a lot of salt at one time. But in the end, like many other comrades, she aroused the suspicion of the soldiers and was arrested. She was only 21 years old when she died.

As an old patient in the hospital, I also have the opportunity to join this battle.

The soldiers of the 31st Regiment came to visit their old commander. They brought me a small packet of salt as a gift. I had repeatedly declined. Such a precious thing should be given to the soldiers who were fighting the enemy on the front line, or other sick and wounded patients in the hospital, and should not be given to me, a useless person lying in the hospital bed. But the kindness was hard to refuse, so in the end I still kept this small bag of salt.

My tongue wants to taste this long-lost, mouth-watering salty taste.

My wound, how I want to enjoy a pleasant cleaning.

But I didn't use it. In my eyes, that is no longer salt, that is a box of heavy weapons that can double the combat effectiveness of the entire army.

Soon, this bag of salt came in handy. The hospital had run out of salt. For a week, the wounded were not given salt water to wash their wounds. Water boiled from honeysuckle collected in the wild had no effect. I took out this small packet of salt from under my pillow. I hoped that all the lightly and seriously injured patients in the hospital would recover and go to the front line to fight bravely to defend the Jinggangshan base area.

My feet are becoming more and more swollen. Although I often laughed and sang loudly with the wounded in the hospital, in fact, I often had high fever and the pain kept me awake all night. In order not to affect everyone's rest, I gritted my teeth and never shouted.

But I got promoted again. In early 1929, Hunan and Jiangxi provinces mobilized heavy troops to attack Jinggangshan. The Fourth Red Army decided to direct its main force to southern Jiangxi, while the Fifth Red Army stayed behind in Jinggangshan. And I, a wounded soldier who was only suitable for lying on a stretcher, a soldier who had only fought with his own gunshot wounds for a long time, was left to serve as the chief of staff of the Fifth Red Army, guarding the mountain with the Fifth Red Army, and using what I had learned , formulate a combat plan.

But soon, Jinggangshan fell. The Fifth Red Army broke out of the mountain, and I was escorted by local people to a cave deep in the mountain.

I am hiding in a deserted cave. There was no food except a few dried beans and bamboo shoots. My clothes are thin. I'm cold and hungry.

I often look at the snow flying in the sky. I would ask out loud: Is anyone there? But only the wind was howling, and only the snow was falling from the trees.

Looking at the mountains full of snow, I will have hallucinations. Is this salt sprinkled from heaven to save our team? With this salt, the wounds of our more than 800 sick and wounded patients can be blocked, and our soldiers can charge and fight with all their might. I too can be saved and stand proudly before my soldiers again.

I am waging my own war. I am my comrade and I am also my enemy. There are two me in my body, one is me who is entangled endlessly by cold, hunger, injury, and loneliness, and the other is me who is fearless and full of desire to survive in the hail of bullets.

Many days later, when local comrades found me, I was skinny, bearded, unconscious, and almost dying.

But I know, I won.

Five

The torture in the cave completely destroyed my body. I saw that the trenches of my body were in shambles, and that the city of my life could be overrun at any moment. Every night, I seem to hear the resounding howl from my wound. I was often burned out of my mind.

I was transferred to a place called Jiaolin in Yongxin County. What I looked at was that they were sitting on their thrones, with people worshiping in front of the statue. And I also have one in my heart, which is about my concern and people's livelihood. And I, along with the countless victims, will devote myself to this without reservation.

My vision often becomes blurry. Sometimes I seem to see mine. He was dressed in military uniform and looked majestic. I took a different path from him, and I also have great military exploits. I don’t know if he is satisfied with what I look like today.

I gave the one I had used for many years to my comrades standing by - which meant that I was ready to surrender to fate. I once hoped that the roar in the gun would awaken the bloody spirit of more Chinese people, but now, I hope that my gun can still make my roar and retain the bloody spirit of my lifetime.

Six

My name is Zhang Ziqing. I was called Zhang Ziqing for a while when I was a child. I was born in 1902, born in the year of Tiger, and died in May 1930.

I am the gatekeeper of the Jinggangshan base area. I am a symbol of all the suffering, tragedy and struggle in the Jinggangshan base area.

No, I am actually just a grain of salt, an ordinary salt, a grain of salt refined by the fire of war, which will disappear in the water of time.

A grain of salt in a gray military uniform will melt into the blood of China, become the source of all courage and blood to destroy the dark and corrupt old world, and become a good medicine that can quickly heal the huge wounds of old China.

I have known for a long time that only countless salts melted into China's blood vessels can the aging heart that has been beating for five thousand years be reactivated, and the weak and weak China can be straightened out. body.

In order to make China independent, I am determined to melt. I will die without regrets.

Jiang Zi’s real name is Zeng Qingsheng, a native of Jishui, Jiangxi. Vice President of Jiangxi Writers Association. He has published more than 2 million words of literary works in publications such as "Literature" and "October", and published the long prose "Blue and White Empire", essay collections "Going to Linzhi to See Peach Blossoms", "Cangshan Like the Sea - Past Events in Jinggangshan", etc.

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