The bloody battle at the Xiang River wiped out the Eighth Red Army Corps.
Li Xingguo, a fifteen-year-old commander of a young assault company, crawled out of a pile of corpses. All that remained around him were child soldiers.
Where should they go?
Northwest, where the Red Army was.
Along the way, he took in wounded Red Army soldiers separated from their units, young Red Army soldiers crying as they clutched their rifles, and a female medic who had fallen behind.
Someone asked him, "You can't even keep yourself alive. Why bother with the others?"
He said, "The Red Army must not be scattered. If one gets separated, I'll bring one back. If a hundred get separated, I'll bring back a hundred."
