Reading and speaking to read the text and then answer the questions. Taking looting bridge adapted from red star over china by edger snow, some four hundred to the west of unshu shine, there was looting bridge, the last possible crossing of the other river of tibet. Toward this, the barefoot red army men now set out. If they captured looting bridge, the whole army could enter central situation. If they failed, they would have to fight their way westward. Towardly john, a detour of more than a thousand day and night. The red army moved, pausing only for brief ten minutes rests in meals. Victory was life, said pond of why defeat was certain death. On the second day, White army reinforcements appeared, Carrying the looting for a whole day, these troops raised, each other were on the stream, but gradually the leading red soldiers pulled away from the enemies tired soldiers looting. Bridge was built centuries ago. Thirteen heavy iron chains with the span of some one hundred yards or more were stretched across the river. The rends embedded on each side under great piles of cemented rock beneath the stone bridge heads, thick boards lashed over the chains, made the road of the bridge. But upon their arrival, the reds found that half of this wooden floor had been removed, and before them, only the bare iron chain swing to a point midway in the stream at the northern bridge had an enemy machine done. Next face them. And behind IT were positions held by a regiment of White troops. The bridge should, of course, have been destroyed. But the situation ese were sentimental about their few bridges. IT was not easy to rebuild them, and they were costly. And who would have thought the red army would insanely try to cross on the chains alone? But that was what they did. No time was to be lost. The bridge must be captured before enemy reinforcements arrived. Once more volunteers were called for one by one, red soldiers ventured forward to risk their lives, and of those who offered themselves, thirty were chosen, and grenades and mothers were strapped to their bags. And soon they were swinging out above the boiling river, moving hand over hand, clinging to the swing iron chains. The red army's machine guns sprayed ed the bridge head with bullet. The enemy replied with machine gunning of their own, and snipers shot at the reds I above the water, working slowly toward them. The first warrior was hit and splashed into the current below a second fell and then a third, but as others drew near to the center, the bridge flowing somewhat, protected them. And most of the enemy bullets get or ended in the Cliff on the opposite bank. Probably never before had the situation ese seen fighters like these men, for whom soldiering was not just a rice ball and was ready to sacrifice themselves to win. Were they human beings or madman? Was their own morale affected? Did they perhaps not shoot to kill? Did some of them secretly hope that these men would succeed in their attempt? At last one, red crawled up over the bridge, flowing and tossed a good nut with perfect game into the enemy position. Nationalist officers ordered the rest of the planking torn up. IT was already too late. More reds were crawling into sight, wax was thrown on the planking, and IT began to burn. By then, about twenty reds were moving forward on their hands and knees, tossing god after good nut into the enemy machine gun nest. Suddenly, on the southern shore, their comrades began to shot with joy. Long live the red army, long live the revolution, long live the heroes of the dodo river. For the enemy was withdrawing, running full speed over the remaining planes of the bridge. Through the flames leaking toward them, the red army soldiers hopped into the enemies. Now they can position and turn the abandoned machine gun against the shore. More reds now came over the chains and arrived to help put out the fire and replace the boards. And soon afterwards, the red division that had crossed on shanghai came into site, opening a flank attack on the remaining enemy positions, so that in a little while, the White troops were completely in flight, either in flight, that is, or with the reads for about one hundred fifty ones, soldiers here throw down their rifles and turn to join the reds. In an hour or two, the whole army was happily singing its way across the data river into situation far overhead roard the planes of john jeshua, the ridds yelled out in chAllenge to them for their bravery. The heroes of unshu shine and looting bridge were awarded the gold star highest decoration in the red army of china.