"boom!"

The crisp sound of gunshots woke Wei Ran up, causing him to subconsciously turn over and look around. Then there was a sudden spin, and he stumbled to the ground, knocking over the piles of pots, pans, and other items.

At this time, the oil lamps and horse oil candle lamps in the tent had been extinguished. The damp and cold tent seemed extremely dark, and there was even a puddle under the feet.

Fortunately, despite the poor lighting, he could finally hear the even breathing of the other three people.

"boom!"

Just at this moment, another gunshot came from outside, and he finally realized that the sound just now did not come from a dream, but someone really fired a gun!

Thinking of something clever, Wei Ran picked up Little Lama's cannon box from the puddle, took out the 20-round magazine from his pocket that he had casually put in last night, and put it in the box with a "click"

On the cannon, he didn't even care about the things he knocked over, nor did he notice the two glass medicine bottles and the iron-legged horse that fell into the puddle at the entrance of the tent. He stumbled out of the tent, pointed it above his head and pulled the trigger!

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After three consecutive gunshots, Wei Ran, who was still standing unsteadily, had time to look around.

He saw the white fish belly on the horizon, the morning star in the sky, and even saw a winding fire dragon in the direction they should be heading! Those were torches!

"The main force! The main force! We have found the main force!"

Wei Ran fell into ecstasy after being stunned, shouting at the top of his lungs towards the tent behind him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Just at this moment, three gunshots were fired in the direction of the long torch dragon!

"Bang! Bang!"

Wei Ran fired two more shots, then stumbled into the tent and shouted to the three people who were awakened by the gunfire, "The big army! We are following the big army!"

After being stunned for a moment, the faces of Li Zhuang and Nurse Ji became animated. The little lama seemed to have noticed something, and almost climbed out of the tent, and cheered after a moment.

"Oil lamp, we have to light the oil lamp!"

As Wei Ran spoke, he picked up the oil lamp and shook it. Fortunately, there was still kerosene in it. It went out just because the wick was burned out.

"Match..."

Nurse Ji pointed to the cloth bag hanging on the oil lamp, "There's a match in there."

Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately opened the cloth bag and took out the small glass medicine bottle inside.

Unscrew it with force, and there are only two matches and a small ball of white cotton inside.

Trembling, Wei Ran picked up a match, took out the kettle from his arms, and swiped it hard on it.

"laugh!"

The match successfully lit up a yellow flame.

However, before Wei Ran could place it against the wick of the oil lamp, the wind blowing in from outside blew out the match like a prank.

Gritting his teeth and wishing that the sky would explode, Wei Ran picked up the last match. Nurse Ji and Li Zhuang also climbed over with difficulty and used their bodies to help him hold up a wind wall.

"laugh!"

The second match was successfully lit, and Wei Ran held it in his hand, carefully moved it to the oil lamp, and lit the wick inside.

Looking at Li Zhuang and Nurse Ji who were in tears, Wei Ran adjusted the brightness of the oil lamp to the maximum, "Let's... let's go out and take a look."

"good!"

Li Zhuang responded to Wei Ran's suggestion in the loudest voice, grabbed a rifle and stood up with difficulty. Together with Wei Ran, he helped Nurse Ji stand up and staggered out of the tent.

He handed the oil lamp to the little lama, who immediately lifted it up with a wooden stick. Wei Ran also returned the box cannon with a few bullets left to him, and then pointed to the top of his head.

Taking the pistol, the little lama showed a familiar bright smile to Wei Ran, raised the box cannon and aimed it at the morning star above his head.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

"Cooking class! Roll call!"

Li Zhuang, who was supporting Nurse Ji, managed to stand up straight after the gunshots and yelled out names one by one, "Liu Youxiang!"

"Yes!" Wei Ran and Nurse Ji responded.

"Zhang Erwa!"

"have!"

"Jiang Yu!"

"have!"

"Ji Chunlan!"

"Yes..." The weak Nurse Ji tried her best to respond to the roll call.

“Jianpa Kelsang!”

"have"

"Wei Ran!"

"have!"

While Wei Ran responded, he quietly stepped back and raised the adjusted camera.

He used the viewfinder to frame Li Zhuang and Nurse Ji who were supporting each other, the little lama holding an oil lamp high in one hand and a box cannon waving in the other hand, and also framed the torch that had begun to move towards them in the far distance.

Long dragon.

"Squad leader, I took them out of the grass..."

Before Li Zhuang finished speaking, his feet gave way and he fell to the ground with Nurse Ji who he was supporting. Wei Ran even saw that the pair of cigarette pots and cigarette holders that belonged to Squad Leader Liu were thrown out of his pocket.

.

Not only that, even the little lama who subconsciously wanted to help them fell into a ball and slipped down the slope.

"Hey! Be careful..."

Wei Ran only had time to remind him, but he also sat down on the tent while the world was spinning, and then his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

When he woke up again, he found himself lying on a stretcher, and next to him was Li Zhuang, who was also lying on a stretcher.

"Comrade..."

Wei Ran weakly asked the young Red Army soldier carrying the stretcher, "Nurse Ji... Where is Nurse Ji? And where is the little lama?"

"They are on the stretcher in front." The little soldier smiled and raised his chin forward.

"You..." Wei Ran thought for a while and asked, "Are you a large force?"

"We came back specifically to look for sick patients."

The little soldier explained, "Last night, we heard a gunshot and concluded that the patient team must be nearby, so we set out before dawn, but we didn't expect..."

It turned out to be the reinforcements brought in by the little lama's gunshot...

Wei Ran looked at the two stretchers in front of him with difficulty, then at Li Zhuang who was still awake on the stretcher next to him, and asked the little soldier again, "Have you brought our things with you?"

"Bring it with you, bring it all."

The little warrior replied, "You have brought your weapons, blankets, oilcloths, lunch boxes, water bottles, medicine jars and oil lamps."

"Have you brought those two small glass bottles with you?" Wei Ran quickly asked, "One is brown and one is blue."

"Small glass bottle?"

The little warrior looked confused and said, "Maybe there is. I will help you look for it when you have a rest."

"Thanks..."

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, everything he could see was swallowed up by strong white light.

In this white light, he vaguely saw the high ground where he lived last night.

I saw two glass bottles and a pair of iron-legged horses reflecting the dazzling sunlight in a small puddle.

"Sure enough, we still fell...but...you...must survive..." Wei Ran sighed regretfully, letting the white light occupy his entire field of vision.

When the white light faded, the surrounding environment had turned into a hotel room. Wei Ran, who was so hungry a second ago that he was so hungry that he was palpitating and dizzy, once again felt the long-lost physiological feeling of satiety.

Wei Ran couldn't help but shiver, and looked at the metal book in front of him.

Perhaps it was waiting for him, but until this moment, the metal quill began to write lines of golden handwriting in a hurry:

long march

Liu Youxiang, the leader of the cooking team, died while collecting food while crossing the grassland in July 1936.

Zhang Erwa, a cook, died in a mire while exploring the grassland in July 1936.

Li Zhuang, the acting squad leader of the cooking class, joined the party gloriously after leading the team out of the grassland in August 1936. In November of the same year, he died heroically in the Battle of Shancastle.

"How... why did you sacrifice..." Wei Ran was startled, feeling that breathing became extremely difficult, "Didn't you walk out alive... how..."

When he was absent-minded, the metal quill did not stop and continued to write the following story:

The young lama (Jianpa Kelsang) followed the footsteps of the Workers' and Peasants' Red Army and entered the grassland to join the army in July 1936.

After walking out of the grassland in August of the same year, he formally joined the army under the pseudonym "Jiang Yu" and applied to join the party in November of the same year. He was honorably admitted to the party in 1937 and participated in the Anti-Japanese War and the Liberation War.
To be continued...