Urban youth Lin Xiao woke up and his soul traveled to Wang Shugen, a young Red Army soldier on the eve of the Long March. Seriously injured, company commander Li Tiezhu's hoarse instructions could be heard in his ears: "The fire of revolution cannot be extinguished!"
Before he had time to adapt, he set off on the journey. During the bloody battle on the Xiangjiang River, he crawled on the pontoon where bullets were raining and desperately rescued his injured comrades. For the first time, he came into contact with the heavy price of life behind the "fire". Hunger, cold, and sacrifice followed us all the way, and confusion and fear were deeply rooted in our hearts.
The turning point occurred in Zunyi. When he heard the cry "Revolution is for millions of poor people", his heart suddenly became chaotic. Those sacrifices were made for the countless creatures who yearned for dignity on the land beneath their feet. Faith is quenched into steel at this moment.
However, the most cruel test is Jiajin Mountain. The thin air, biting cold wind, and knee-deep snow swallowed up life. When his comrade-in-arms Lao Zhao was on the verge of collapse, Wang Shugen took out the last half of the life-saving Qing'e cake he had collected in his arms and resolutely stuffed it into Lao Zhao's hands.
"Eat it... Move forward... Don't stop..."
The power goes away. He fell down the snowy slope, and the biting cold brought him peace. In the blurred vision, the team that was tenaciously moving upward in the violent snowstorm, lighting torches and meandering forward, was like an unyielding fire dragon, tearing through the darkness.
The corners of his mouth raised with difficulty.
This kind of fire... Will eventually start a prairie fire...
The wind and snow gently covered his young body. He paid with his life, fulfilled his oath to guard the fire, and lit the way to the dawn.
