1929, when his father led him to capture Songzi, Hubei Province, where the Red Fourth Front Army in western Hunan and Hubei started, He Yanbing was still a child, a small blacksmith of 16 years old, clamoring to be a Red Army with his father. His father He, with a pole in his hand, drove him all the way. He never left. This scene happened to be seen by my father, so he stopped him curiously and said, son, you were too young when the Red Army was going to fight for bayonets. Come back when you grow taller. Knowing that my father is the biggest officer of GongSiJun, He pulled out a broadsword behind him and said, I know that you are He Long, and I want to be a Red Army with you, but my father won't let me, saying that I am a villain. But I am a blacksmith, and I have enough strength. Look at our ancestral broadsword, He Jia. I have been practicing for seven or eight years, and one or two people are no match for me. My father also practiced martial arts since childhood. Seeing He's indomitable spirit, he seemed to see his own shadow and fell in love with him at once. Then I asked him with great interest, son, have you ever played iron? Can you play horseshoe? He Yanbing said that of course I can play, and I can also play broadsword. My father said, well, I approve you to be the Red Army.
He Yan Bing became the Red Army. Because of his short stature, his father left him in the guard class and asked him to sweep the floor to feed the horses and run errands to deliver letters.
He only stayed in the guard class in Yan Bing for a few months, and then he did something earth-shattering. This is1July, 929, when the Red Army met the enemy forces at Bobokou, Qianjiang, Hubei. In the fierce battle, his father sent him to give orders to the troops to ask the division to attack from behind enemy lines. He Yan Bing filed a broadsword and hit the road. The troops immediately went into battle after receiving the letter from their father. The enemy was caught between Scylla and Charybdis, and soon abandoned his helmet and armor and fled. On the way back to the army, He Yanbing skipped around, picked up some grenades and pinned them to his waist. Walking into a canyon, he suddenly saw dozens of enemies drilling into the reeds in a panic. He immediately raised his broadsword and shouted angrily, "Don't kill me!" " ! Scared off the enemy. The officer headed by him came to his senses and saw that he was only a child. He immediately ordered a counterattack. He Yanbing tore off a Grenade and threw it at the enemy group. He flew down from the cliff and killed the enemy officer with one knife. Looking at the lotus flower flying all over the sky, the enemy knew that he had met a "practicing family" with stunts, and he was too scared to move again. He seized the opportunity to wave a broadsword and ordered people to take down the crossbow and hold it in their hands. Count, 47 enemies, 47 bolts, many.
A few years later, his father died heroically in Hefeng. My father told the army to choose a place to bury him. He was moved to cry in my father's arms, saying that I have no parents, and you and the Red Army are my relatives. No matter what my fault is, you can't kick me out! The father hugged him like a son and said, wretched, I was just about to use you. How can I kick you out? From now on, we will revolution to the end, live and die together.
Since then, he Yan Bing like a duck to water, has been promoted to GongSiJun guard squadron mid-team leader, battalion chief, cavalry company commander and political instructor, the more fierce the battle, more and more famous for being good at fighting. What remains unchanged is that he can't live without that broadsword, and he takes the lead in every battle and works hard.
He's most tragic and thrilling feat took place in1935,65438+February, 1 1. At that time, my father led the Red Second and Sixth Army Corps to March for less than 1 month, and just broke through the blockade line arranged by the Kuomintang along Lishui and Yuanjiang rivers in Hunan, and marched into Xinhua and Xupu. When the team approached Xinhua, they found that the enemy had laid a heavy interception here. Father immediately decided to change the marching route and turn around and go west to Guizhou. In order not to let the enemy know the intention of going west, the troops approaching Xinhua immediately went south, resulting in the trend of crossing the east to throw water immediately. The Kuomintang army got into the trap set by his father and rolled towards the capital. At this time, my father ordered the troops to sprint to the west, go straight to Wawutang in Yunnan along the foot of Xuefeng Mountain, and then cross Xuefeng Mountain from Wawutang into Guizhou. On this day, He of Gongwu Division was the pioneer, and He led the Gongwu Group. Unexpectedly, when the Red Fifteen Regiment entered the East Mountain of Wawutang, it was blocked by the enemy crazily. Judging from the fierce firepower, the other side is the regular army of the Kuomintang. He Yanbing found out the enemy's situation and sent Wang Shangrong, head of the Red Fifteen Regiment, to report to my father and direct the Red Fifteen Regiment to fight. In the fierce battle, his right arm was unfortunately hit by a powerful dum-dum bullet, and his bones were blown to pieces, and his whole arm hung on his arm like a drooping loofah. The pain was unbearable because of a lot of blood loss, and he fainted at once.
After the Red Fifteen Regiment captured Dongshan at high altitude, He Yanbing lay unconscious in the position abandoned by the enemy. Father heard that Yan Bing was seriously injured and unconscious, so he flew to Dongshan. He Biao, the health minister who is rescuing He in the temporary first-aid shed, reported to his father that He's right arm could not be saved and had to be sawed off. Father was in a hurry and asked He Biao how Yan Bing's right arm could be sawed off. Did you know that his right arm is as good as one of my soldiers? But He Biao insisted, I know how important Mr. He's right arm is, but it can hurt to this extent, and the gods can't come. If he doesn't amputate his leg quickly, the muscles in his upper body will die quickly and even lose his life. My father was speechless. Finally, he had to respect He Biao's opinion and agree to amputate his leg. Father said to He Biao, Minister He, if you have any requirements, I will fully cooperate. He Biao said, I only have one request, please ensure the time of my operation. My dad said, how long will it take? He Biao said, at least three hours, because the medical equipment of the Ministry of Health of the Legion has been transferred, and even the surgical tools can't be found. Father said, just do as you say, and I ordered the frontline troops to fight for another three hours.
He Yanbing's amputation was carried out in the wilderness. He Biao unloaded a broken board from a ruined temple nearby and tied He to the door panel. I borrowed a saw for sawing wood from my hometown and put it in a pot of boiling water for disinfection. He Yanbing was about to use morphine instead of anesthetic for preoperative anesthesia when he woke up. Father leaned down and told him what had happened, which showed that his right arm had to be cut off. A tear flowed from the corner of He Yanbing's eye. He said with difficulty, since the commander-in-chief has made a decision, let us see it, but don't use morphine.
He Biao and another doctor stood aside, like sawing wood, and everyone present was frightened. He Yanbing closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, sweating like rain, and blood trickled down his right arm and both ends of the saw, like water dripping from the eaves. The operation lasted for 2 hours (16 minutes), and He Yanbing chewed all the towels that the medical staff put in his mouth.
After the operation, my father took out his handkerchief, carefully picked up some broken bones, wrapped them in his arms. He Yan Bing, like mud, collapsed on the door and didn't understand his father's intention. He lost a lot of blood and asked my father, commander-in-chief, weakly that my whole right arm had been sawed off. What's the use of picking up these broken bones My dad said, wretched, I want to raise them. The Long March has just begun, and I will encounter greater difficulties in the future. Then I'll take them out and tell you what kind of bones they are. They are human bones. Look how hard they work! He Yanbing added, Commander-in-Chief, I don't have a right arm. Can I fight with you in the future? My father said, why not? You still have an arm. As long as I am in He Long, there will be a battle between you and He Yanbing.
Six days later, He Yanbing couldn't wait to slide off the stretcher and began to walk and ride by himself, dealing with everything he had to deal with after losing his right arm. At the same time, I also learned from the beginning to practice guns and knives with my left hand, which always feels awkward, and to practice things that must be readjusted in the harsh war. War is no joke. War is when two strong men meet and the brave win. The moment is a life-and-death struggle. It takes a person's reactions and feelings to be 100% attentive. The difficulty and survival rate of a man who completely lost his right arm and was forced to fight with his left hand can be imagined in the war. Besides, after the victory of the Long March, the troops immediately went into War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression, which was even more tragic, facing the Japanese aggressor army ten times more brutal than the Kuomintang army. However, he Yan Bing did it, and he did it with the same power and prestige as when he had his right arm.
1937 10 The Eighth Route Army 120 Division, which was adapted from the Red Second Front Army, crossed the Yellow River eastward and went deep into the anti-Japanese battlefield in Shanxi. He, the head of the 7 16 regiment, was ordered to lead his troops to Yanmenguan. The troops marched for 3 days and arrived at Qinzhuang and Wangzhuang, 5 kilometers southwest of Yanmenguan. 65438+ 10 65438+July, He learned that the Japanese army had assembled more than 300 cars in Datong, full of weapons and ammunition, ready to be transported to Xinkou. He was so happy that he decided to ambush the Japanese team. On the morning of 18, the Japanese army entered the encirclement, and the officers and men of the 7 16 regiment ambushed on the hills on both sides of the road like thunder, hail and hurricane, and fired at the vicious invaders with all kinds of firepower. The Japanese fought back and refused to surrender. He Yanbing took the lead and came down from the mountain with a broadsword in his left hand. In the smoke and fire, he fought hand-to-hand with the Japanese army, killing the Japanese corpses everywhere and bleeding into rivers. When cleaning the battlefield, the officers and men saw He Yanbing covered in blood and thought he was injured. He Yanbing touched his whole body from head to toe, but he was unscathed.
Less than 1 month after crossing the Yellow River eastward, He Yanbing fought the first battle at Yanmenguan, annihilating more than 500 Japanese invaders and destroying more than 30 cars, breaking the myth that "the Japanese imperial army is invincible", winning awards from the national government and even being reported by overseas newspapers. 10 year 10 On October 25th, when Mao Zedong met with British journalist Beirante in Yan 'an, he took this as an example to show that the Eighth Route Army played a very important role in the anti-Japanese battlefield. After the victory of Yanmenguan, He Yanbing's reputation as the "one-armed sword king" was widely circulated among the anti-Japanese soldiers and civilians, and it also made the Japanese army frightened. 1in the autumn of 938, the troops turned to guerrilla warfare, and He Ren 120 Division was the detachment leader of the third detachment, leading the team to consolidate and expand the anti-Japanese base area on the north bank of Daqing River. In just a few months, he expanded his troops from 304 to 3 regiments, 3 independent camps, and nearly 5,000 people, thus repelling many "sweeps" by the Japanese army. In the winter of the same year, He Yanbing entered Jizhong and successively hit Lianzikou and Beibanqiao, smashing the three-way encirclement of the Japanese army. It is said that on hearing He's name, he flew into a rage, clamoring to fight to the death with his troops, to see whether people are alive or dead!
At this point, he Yan Bing not only became the darling of his father, but also became the darling of Mao Zedong. 1in April, 945, he went to Yan' an to attend the Seventh National Congress of the Communist Party of China as a representative of the army commander, raised his left hand and saluted Mao Zedong in an unusual way. Mao Zedong said: "Comrade He Yanbing, you are a one-armed general, and you are free."
From 1929 joining the Red Army to the founding of People's Republic of China (PRC), He and my father fought together for 20 years and suffered 1 1 injuries, leaving 16 scars on their bodies. 1955, He was awarded the position of commander of Chengdu Military Region and was the founding general of the Republic. My father, He Long, received the Medal of the Founding Marshal of the Republic personally awarded by President Mao Zedong in Huairentang, and rushed to Chengdu non-stop and personally decorated him.
I believe this is a chance, even a fate: from the day my father recruited me to this team while I was working while the iron was hot, I never shared joys and sorrows with my father He Long. In the 20-year war of blood and fire, they appreciated each other and depended on each other, not father and son, but better than father and son. Only they can realize how cordial and precious the relationship between the commander-in-chief and the commander-in-chief is. In peacetime, they stopped fighting. Although they violated each other, they still cared for each other and comforted each other, and gradually formed affection, brotherhood and kinship that no one could forget. This is rare among commanders and famous generals at all times and in all countries.
1 July, 9601day, He died of illness on the birthday of the Party, aged 47, the first among the founding generals. On July 5, Chengdu Military Region held a public sacrifice in Beijiaochang, and 200,000 soldiers and civilians saw him off in the rain.
In those days, I remember my father's eyes were foggy and full of sadness. He sighed and muttered from time to time. Later, what a pity! What a pity! He is so young that even his children have not grown up. Then he said, no wonder he was born for the revolutionary war in China. After 20 years of bullets, he hit and hit, and he drained his blood and strength.