[Online media changed] Revisit the touching story of the Long March： Peng Dehuai killed the war horse and He Long fished.

　　Aba Prefecture, China Economic Net, September 13th (Reporter Ma Changyan): The Long March is a marvelous miracle in human history, a heroic epic with great vigor and vitality, and a precious spiritual wealth for the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation. Eighty years ago, the kindling of the Long March United the sons and daughters of all ethnic groups in China and made unremitting efforts for national independence and freedom. Among them, there have been too many touching stories. This year marks the 80th anniversary of the victory of the Red Army’s Long March. The large-scale theme interview activity of "Running towards a Well-off Society on the Long March" came to Malkang City, Aba Tibetan and Qiang Autonomous Prefecture, Sichuan Province, and went into the Marcand Red Army’s Long March Memorial Hall to relive those revolutionary stories.

　　Peng Dehuai kills horses.

　　On the way to the Long March, the troops were about to stop cooking, so Peng Dehuai had to call the breeder and ask, "How many animals are there?" The old breeder replied, "There are six horses, including the black mule of the head of the army." Peng Dehuai ordered, "Kill them all." The old breeder resolutely refused to kill the big black mule. Peng Dehuai said, "I can’t bear to part with it either. Now I don’t even have any wild vegetables to eat. Only by killing the animals can I get out of the grass. As long as there are people, animals and enemies will send them. " In this way, when the animals were killed, only a little chop suey was left in their corps headquarters, and all the meat was distributed to the companies.

　　He Long fishing.

　　At that time, the wife of Xiao Ke, the deputy commander of the Red Second Army, was going to give birth. He Long quietly made a hook with hemp rope and needle, so he threw it into the water grass and actually caught a fish. He Wenxie, his cousin, recalled: "Perhaps it was moved by the spirit of the Red Army, and fish also contributed. He Long told the cook to cook the fish soup and send it. Later, Mrs. Xiao Ke successfully gave birth to a baby boy. Because she was born in a local bunker of the Red Army, He Long named the baby bunker … …”

　　The legendary "one bowl"

　　In July 1936, when the Red Army passed the Kehe River, several Tibetan herders met a seriously injured and dying female Red Army with a little boy on their way home. The female red army struggled to say something in a weak and trembling voice. The herdsmen did not understand Chinese, but it could be seen from the expression of the female red army that the general idea was to ask them to adopt children. When the herdsman Solang knowingly picked up the baby and nodded to her, the female Red Army closed her eyes peacefully.

　　Herdsmen quickly buried the body of the female Red Army and took the children home to hide. Since then, kind herders living on the poverty line have extended a helping hand, and you have raised the Red Army dolls together with a bowl of Ciba and a lump of ghee. Gradually, "a bowl" became the name of the herdsmen for the Red Army doll, and also became the official name of the Red Army orphan. Later, the grown-up "one bowl", together with the Tibetan villagers in Kusha Township, ushered in the liberation of Aba and lived a happy life.

　　The Story of a Ciba Box

　　In Muerzong, Marcand, I heard that the Red Army was coming, and all the men, women and children in the village ran away. There was an old Lama in his sixties in Aszu’s family. Because of his frail health and inconvenient movement, he was unable to leave with the crowd, but he was still driven by fear and wanted to go out and hide in the nearby Smith Village. When he was walking hard on the path with crutches, he was greeted by a Red Army soldier, who was caring and attentive and enthusiastically mixed.

　　Since then, the Lama has been cared for by the Red Army soldiers stationed in the village, which is better than the care of his relatives. He was placed on a comfortable felt bed, and he was given tea, steamed buns, and talked about the policies and revolutionary principles of the Red Army. Under the persuasion of the Lama, the fleeing people all returned to the village, eliminating their worries, leading the way for the Red Army, and being a general manager, raising food, engaging in transportation, and expanding the Red Army. When the Red Army left the village in the north, it specially sent a box of precious Ciba to the Lama. The Lama looked at the retreating figure of the Red Army soldiers with tears in his eyes, chanting in his mouth that it was really a Bodhisattva army. This zanba box has been handed down.

　　Since then, there has been a story about the Red Army in Muerzong Township, Marcand.

　　Zhengchang potherb

　　When the seven people of the Gongliu Corps Security Bureau crossed the grassland, they had been out of food for several days because of the deserted population, and their bodies were about to collapse. In order to fill their stomachs and get out of the grass, they picked some wild vegetables separately, but they couldn’t tell which ones were poisonous and which ones were edible, so they decided to hold a party group meeting, select one person to taste first, and identify non-toxic wild vegetables for everyone to satisfy their hunger.

　　At the meeting, four party member asked to taste it first, and three activists asked to join the Party to taste it, the old and the young. They all wanted to leave the danger to themselves and the survival to others. The scene was touching. Finally, by voting, Chen Yunkai, the youngest and most resistant, was selected to try it first, on the grounds that he could resist the toxicity of wild vegetables. Unknown potherb, bitter, sour, hemp, spicy, astringent and full of taste, when he tasted the seventh kind of potherb, he finally fainted from poisoning. Chen Yunkai was rescued by his comrades, who ate non-toxic wild vegetables and walked out of the grass.

　　Never forget sisterhood.

　　When she was sixteen years old, Sister Zelang of Siniao Village in Caodeng Township, Marcand, one day, a Red Army team of workers and peasants came from the direction of Xiaaba. She had never seen such a large number of teams with such good discipline and order. She went to the Red Army, and a female Red Army with a broken left hand lived in her house. She was kind to people and cared for her like a eldest sister. They were sisters, and she became a representative of women in the village. The head of the Red Army also trusted her and kept bundles of guns and a lot of ammunition in her house.

　　Soon, some neighbors came to ask her many times to steal some "fast fire" of the Red Army. Sister Zelang never promised them, and the guns and ammunition stored by the Red Army were intact. More than a month later, when the Red Army left, the head held her hand and thanked Sister Zelang for her loyal help to the Red Army. She was given half a pack of horse tea, three buckets of highland barley, four buckets of corn and an old military coat. Before leaving, Sister Zelang embraced her Red Army elder sister warmly, sobbing and reluctant to part. This shining history is often recalled by Sister Zelang, which is unforgettable and fresh in my memory.