The full text of Jiang Jie

On a quiet night, two secret agents took a notice from the women's cell. Under the dim light near the iron gate, a female comrade of medium height walked steadily to the black painted iron gate near the high wall. Isn't she Jiang Jie? What's the enemy up to taking her out so late?

Jiang Jie, whose name is Jiang Zhujun, was born as a child laborer. He joined the Party in 1939 and has been working in the White District. In the summer of 1947, Chongqing Underground Party sent a group of comrades to East Sichuan to support the Party's activities in rural areas and launch an armed uprising to welcome liberation. Jiang Jie asked the Party to take part in this work. Organizationally, considering that she just gave birth to a child, she didn't approve it; Only her husband, Peng Yongwu, a member of the Chongqing Municipal Committee of the underground party, was allowed to lead a group of comrades to East Sichuan. When they parted, they encouraged each other to work better for the party. In order to avoid exposure, they decided to temporarily cut off communication.

a few months later, with the development of rural work in eastern Sichuan, Chongqing underground party sent a group of comrades to support it. Jiang Jie accepted the task assigned by the Party and set out. When she arrived in Wanxian, the party organization told her that the situation was urgent and ordered her to contact Comrade Peng Yongwu there in Fengjie.

Jiang Jie disguised himself and went to Fengjie County with excitement. It was a rainy day, and she walked along the muddy river with an umbrella. There was a large crowd around the city gate, and she also stepped forward. It turned out that there was a row of wooden cages hanging on the head of the city, and there were heads in the wooden cages. She knew that many revolutionaries had died again, and she felt very sad and couldn't bear to see it. On second thought, no, we should know who died so that we can report to the party. But the head was rotten and unrecognizable, so I had to go to the side to read the notice. A series of names on the notice were marked with a red pen. She only glanced at it and saw a few words that shocked her: "Peng Yongwu, the gangster ..."

What a cruel blow! Jiang Jie felt black at the moment, and ChengTou and wooden cage seemed to be spinning in the air. She wanted to cry bitterly, but there was a row of enemies standing at the city gate, so she had to let her tears swallow. She knows that she can't hesitate and should leave at once. She looked up, suppressed her inner grief, took one last look at the wooden cage, and walked away silently on the muddy road.

Jiang Jie soon found the Party and made a report to the Party organization. She didn't cry, her lips trembled slightly, and she calmly spit out something that seemed to have been considered a thousand times: "This is nothing! Please tell my superiors that I request to stay where Lao Peng works. " The party agreed to her request. The enemy got wind of Peng Yongwu's wife's activities in this area and searched everywhere. A few months later, a traitor betrayed her. She was arrested in Wanxian County and immediately sent to Chongqing Zhazidong concentration camp.

The enemy learned from the traitor that Jiang Zhujun was a prefectural committee member of the underground party. In order to get what she needed from her, the agents of SACO have not interrupted her torture trial for more than a month. It seems that taking her out at night will be no exception. Comrades clung to the prison gate and watched quietly.

The torture room is not far from the cell. At night, everything is silent, and the sound there is particularly clear.

"will you say it or not? Say or not? " The spy roared wildly.

Jiang Jie replied, "I know the name and address of the superior; I also know the names and addresses of subordinates. However, these are the secrets of our party and cannot be told to you. "

comrades know that the enemy is going to do it again. Everybody listen with bated breath. First heard the voice of the spies torture, Jiang Jie stubborn yelling. Then, a spy shouted, "Bring bamboo sticks!" Bamboo sticks were nailed in Jiang Jie's fingers one by one, and in the hearts of his comrades one by one. Jiang Jie probably fainted. After a while, I heard a horrible sound of pouring cold water.

"will you say it or not? Say or not? " The spy screamed in despair, but didn't hear Jiang Jie's voice.

it's another horrible sound of pouring cold water.

But I didn't hear a moan from Jiang Jie.

On this night, the people in Zhazidong prison stayed up all night, and everyone had a heavy heart.

the morning glow passes through the mountain peak, and the sunshine overflows the valley. When the black painted iron gate near the high wall rang, people gathered at the wind gate to look around. I saw two spies dragging Jiang Jie, who was unconscious, to the women's cell. She suffered a night's torture and bled so much that she was completely unconscious.

Jiang Jie hasn't woken up yet. The notice from the women's cell bandaged her wound. At this time, it was found that when she was tortured by the enemy, she gritted her teeth and even bit her lips because of the pain.

The comrades in the concentration camp are all concerned about Jiang Jie's health and are proud of Jiang Jie's heroic behavior. Many condolence letters and poems were secretly sent from each cell to the women's cell. Comrades in one cell collectively wrote a letter, which said:

"Dear Jiang Jie, more than a month of torture failed to make you yield. We deeply know that all cruel punishment will be effective for those cowards and weak people; For a real * * * party member, won't play any role. When we swallow moldy rice at every meal, when we are awakened by the knocking in the middle of the night, when listening to the howling wind in Gele Mountain, when we are brought to trial, we think of you, dear Jiang Jie! We want you to promise that we will be as brave and strong as you, and we will not be weak, waver or surrender before the enemy! ..... "

Jiang Jie woke up, and her comrades' care and sympathy made her excited. She asked someone to write a ghost letter and answered a letter to her comrades. Comrades remember it best, and there are these words in the letter:

"Comrades are so kind. This is nothing! ..... torture, that is too small a test. ..... Bamboo sticks are made of bamboo, but the will to produce party member is made of steel! "