On the grass that was scorched by the sun, Wei Ran and his team formed a column. Under the leadership of the young lama and squad leader Liu, they kept a distance of 5 meters from each other and stepped on the grass like spring beds.

Dian, moving forward with difficulty, following the traces of mud left by the large troops in front of them when they passed by.

Along the way, the low temperatures last night and morning had been completely driven away by the scorching sun, and even the clothes on my body were exposed to a layer of sweat.

But this did not make everyone feel much comfortable. The high temperature brought with it the more pungent stench of the swamp, and in order to avoid the bites of the mosquitoes that covered the sky, they had to apply the stinky mud on the exposed skin of the whole body.

Discomfort and doubled stench.

Of course, compared to these, we need to save the rainwater in the kettle for drinking, and there are not many wild vegetables that can be found along the way.

The greater danger lies at the front of the team, in the quagmire that from time to time will swallow up all the wooden sticks in the hands of the young lama and squad leader Liu to explore the way, but still cannot find the bottom.

Even so, it was thanks to the branches and sticks that appeared from time to time along the way to indicate dangerous areas.

These branches and sticks were left by the troops at the front. Without these road signs, Wei Ran and others would not have been able to move so fast.

But at the same time, these simple road signs often also play the role of tombstones. Under each wooden stick less than two meters long, there is more or less a Red Army soldier who sacrificed his life buried here - this is what we are walking on.

Li Zhuang behind him told him when he was resting halfway.

Wei Ran casually picked out two yellow but not rotten grass stems, and skillfully pinned them to his belt, keeping them for making straw sandals when he rested in the evening.

"Comrade Wei Ran, Comrade Wei Ran."

Zhang Erwa, who was walking at the end of the team, passed Li Zhuang, who was also carrying a pick, and came next to Wei Ran.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran turned around and asked, "Would you like some water? I still have..."

"I'm not thirsty"

Zhang Erwa, whose lips were obviously already chapped, waved her hand and said, "Comrade Wei Ran, I'll help you pick out the things. Can you take out the harmonica and play a few tunes to cheer everyone up?"

Before he finished speaking, he involuntarily lifted Wei Ran's pole and put it on his shoulders.

Seeing this, Wei Ran did not refuse, but pretended to put his hand into his pocket and took out the harmonica from the metal book.

"What do you want to hear?" Wei Ran finished speaking and played a nice melody casually.

"whatever"

Li Zhuang, who passed by Wei Ran, responded quickly, "We like to listen to all kinds of music!"

"Then let me try..."

Standing on the meadow, Wei Ran squinted his eyes and looked up at the scorching sun hanging in the sky. When Nurse Ji carrying a wooden stick also walked past him, he finally put the harmonica to his lips again.

Deep in the plateau grassland, which was as quiet as a dead zone, he played an old song that he had heard countless times in later generations. Although he could not sing it well, it was like a national anthem, and the lyrics were engraved into his DNA.

melody.

Stepping on the soft grass, stepping on the knee-deep mud that would absorb the straw sandals if not careful, Wei Ran followed behind everyone, following the memory, following the abilities given to him by the metal book, and finished blowing the song completely.

A song.

“This song is really nice”

Nurse Ji, who was walking in front of Wei Ran, sighed and said, "What's her name? Why have I never heard of it?"

"Yes, Comrade Wei Ran, what's the name of this piece? It's really nice." Li Zhuang and Zhang Erwa asked in no particular order, and even Squad Leader Liu who was further ahead turned his head curiously.

"Call my motherland." Wei Ran paused and continued, "It's the melody of a song."

"Can you sing?" Nurse Ji asked, "Sing it for us? This song must be nice."

"I...I can't sing well, I sing out of tune." Wei Ran answered truthfully, "But I remember the lyrics."

"What are the lyrics?" Nurse Ji immediately asked.

"A big river has wide waves, and the wind blows the fragrance of rice flowers on both sides..."

"The lyrics are so good..."

Wei Ran had just said the first verse of the lyrics, and Squad Leader Liu who was walking in front said subconsciously.

When he came to his senses, he slowed down a little and explained with a smile, "My home is on the edge of the Yangtze River. When the rice is ripe, the wind makes a rustling sound. Standing on the ground, you can really smell the fragrance of the rice."

That smell, just smelling it can fill your stomach."

"Gulu..."

Zhang Erwa couldn't help but swallowed, "It would be great if I could have a bowl of rice now. I...I miss home, I want to go home."

Hearing the cry in Zhang Erwa's tone, Li Zhuang said sternly, "Missing home? Why do I miss home? I don't miss home!"

"You don't want to go home?"

"In no mood"

Li Zhuang asked firmly, "So what if we go home? Aren't we going to farm the land for the landlords and be exploited and oppressed by them? Is it possible that you can eat white rice when you go home? What good things are you thinking about?

?”

"Li Zhuang is right."

Squad leader Liu took two puffs of the pipe pot which was not lit at all and had no leaves. "If you want to eat white rice, you must first overturn the three mountains that are pressing on you, and you must also fight off the stubborn little boy."

devil invaders,

By then, if we are all still alive, we will definitely be able to eat white rice!"

"Then I don't want to go home!"

Zhang Erwa wiped the corners of her eyes carelessly, "Actually, I don't know who to look for when I get home. My parents are starving to death, my brother was beaten to death by the landlord, and the land was robbed. Go back...go back

I still can’t eat white rice.”

"We must have eaten white rice someday!"

Nurse Ji said very firmly, "Comrade Wei Ran, please tell me what else is sung in the lyrics?"

"well..."

Wei Ran, who was walking at the end, nodded, suppressing the soreness in his throat, and recalled the rest of the lyrics.

"When friends come, there is good wine. If the jackal comes, he will be greeted with shotguns. Okay, these lyrics are really good!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Nurse Ji silently familiarized herself with the lyrics she just heard from Wei Ran, then took out the water bottle and took a sip of water, then turned around and said, "Comrade Wei Ran,

You can play the song again and I will try to sing it."

"good!"

Wei Ran nodded vigorously, took out the harmonica again, and played the melody he just played again.

I have to admit that Nurse Ji has a naturally good voice and memory, as well as a sense of music that Wei Ran can only hope to achieve.

If there was no war, if the country was prosperous and stable, she might not need to be a nurse at all. She might have the opportunity to stand on the stage, under the spotlight, in front of the audience and in the camera, sing attentively, and accept cheers and applause.

It's a pity that there is no if. In this era when the motherland is weak and has internal and external troubles, this young girl who is obviously very talented in music is just like the girl named Kona from Leningrad.

They chose to abandon their talents without hesitation, take up weapons to fight, and sacrificed everything they had to give it to more people with or without talents to create a world without war, rich, strong, stable, and able to pursue their dreams.

only...

It's just inevitable that when this song from a not-so-distant later generation comes out of her mouth, the scenes described in the lyrics are all full of deep expectations, and are no different from those of later generations of singers.

love.

Gradually, Li Zhuang and Zhang Erwa, who were walking in front, started to sing along, and Monitor Liu also started to sing along. Even the little lama at the front was humming along in a low voice just like last night.

In this song that they had never heard or sung before, everyone's footsteps became more and more powerful and determined.

At the end of the team, Wei Ran quietly took out his camera and hung it around his neck. After making some adjustments with one hand, he pressed the shutter towards the ragged five-person team in front and the boundless grassland and swamp around it, and took a picture.

Third photo.

This song, which was more like a portrayal of their dreams, was sung over and over again, and Wei Ran, who served as the accompanist, also led them to sing a song that truly belonged to this era by changing the song.

From the Internationale to the National Salvation Army Song, from the Unite of Workers, Peasants and Soldiers to the August 1st Uprising and even the March of the Volunteers, to those songs and minor tunes that Wei Ran had never heard before, these songs injected vitality into this hungry and tired team again and again.

The power to break free from the mud.

"Look! We see someone!"

Following the exclamation of Squad Leader Liu at the front, the singing and harmonica accompaniment stopped, and everyone saw several Red Army soldiers sitting around on a meadow not far away.

"Hey——! Comrade——! Hey——!"

Squad leader Liu was the first to take off his bamboo hat and shouted, and at the same time he also quickened his pace and ran over.

The rest of them looked at each other, quickened their pace, and ran after Squad Leader Liu's footsteps. At the end of the team, Wei Ran subconsciously took out his camera again and pointed it at Squad Leader Liu and others, as well as the Red Army soldiers sitting around in the distance.

Soldiers, prepare to record the moment when both sides charge.

However, Wei Ran was the first to notice something was wrong as Squad Leader Liu called one after another. No one among those sitting around responded, and no one even turned around to look at them.

Could it be...

Wei Ran sighed silently, but at the same time he couldn't help but press the shutter, recording the joy of reunion that was about to disappear.

As the distance got closer, Squad Leader Liu and others who were running at the front also discovered something was wrong.

When all of them stumbled through the mud and climbed onto the meadow, the wooden sticks inserted next to the Red Army soldiers sitting together actually gave the answer.
To be continued...