[Historical military + cute baby survival + slow-burning group portraits + slight healing + addiction to baby care + tempering of faith + real long march]
In 1934, during the bloody battle on the Xiangjiang River, three-and-a-half-year-old Su Xiaomi became an orphan.
When Zhao Tiechui, commander of the Third Red Battalion, picked up the little thing, the whole battalion thought she would not survive more than three days.
"Battal Commander, we don't even have enough to eat, so why don't we bring an oil bottle with us?"
Zhao Tiechui wiped the blood from his face: "I promised her parents to bring the child to northern Shaanxi. Whoever dares to say that she is a burden will be the one I fight for."
Xiaomi bit her thumb and said in a sweet voice: "Daddy... I'm hungry..."
*(¬¬If you don't eat anything, I won't be able to hide the cornmeal in my space anymore)*
The thirteen-year-old trumpeter Gou Sheng carried her on his shoulders: "Don't be afraid, little girl, I will take you to find wild fruits!"
But no one expected that this little dragster who could stagger when walking would always be able to "pick up" half a bag of food in desperate situations, lead a team to avoid bombings, and cry at the edge of the swamp to grab a soldier who almost missed the mark——
Twenty-five thousand miles away, the men of the third battalion protected her with their lives.
And she tried her best to bring these people home one by one.
