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Long March 11: The Power behind the Throne
(1934-35; age 40-41)
By mid-December, Chiang had steered the Long March into Guizhou, the first province he wanted to bring under control. As he had foreseen, the arrival of a Red Army 40,000 strong threw the local warlord into a panic. Chiang ' has long wanted to take over Guizhou', the warlord recalled feeling at the time. 'Now, the Central Government Army is coming hot on the heels of the Red Army, and I could not possibly turn him down. . . I was really in turmoil. Under the circumstances, I decided to place myself under Chiang's command.' On 19 December, eight divisions of the Central Government Army marched into the provincial capital and at once started building an airport and roads. Soon afterwards, they took over key positions and, as the warlord put it, 'turned themselves from guests into masters'.
Chiang then funnelled the Red Army northwards to his next target, Sichuan, by blocking off other routes while leaving this passage wide open. Chiang's plan was to repeat his Guizhou takeover here, and then propel the Reds further north into Shaanxi. But here things began to deviate from the planned scenario, as Mao started to behave in ways Chiang could not have predicted. Mao was determined not to move into Sichuan. His motive, however, had nothing to do with Chiang, but with his struggle for power within his own Party.
Mao had started taking active steps to seize the leadership of his Party once the marchers entered Guizhou. This required splitting his Party foes from within. In particular, he had been cultivating two key men with whom he had not previously been on the best of terms: Wang Jia-xiang, nicknamed the 'Red Prof', and Lo Fu, the man who had taken away his job as 'prime minister'. Mao had crossed swords with them in the past, but now he buttered them up, as they both had grudges against Party No. 1 Po Ku.
The two had been students in Moscow with Po, who was the younger man but had leapfrogged over both of them to become their boss, and had sometimes excluded them from decision-making. Po 'sidelined me', Lo Fu said years later, and this drove Lo into Mao's arms. 'I felt I was put in a position completely without power, which I resented bitterly,' Lo recalled. 'I remember one day before the departure, comrade Tse-tung had a chat with me, and I told him all my resentment without reserve. From then on, I became close to comrade Tse-tung. He asked me to stick together with him and comrade Wang Jia-xiang - so that way a trio was formed, headed by comrade Mao.'
The trio travelled together, usually reclining on litters. Bamboo litters were authorised for a few leaders, each of whom was also entitled to a horse, and porters to carry their belongings. For much of the Long March, including the most gruelling part of the trek, most of them were carried. Mao had even designed his own transportation. Mrs Lo Fu recalled him making preparations with the Red Prof, and showing off his ingenuity. 'He said: "Look, we have designed our own litters. . . we will be carried." He and Jia-xiang looked rather pleased with themselves showing me their "works of art": their kind of litter had very long bamboo poles so it would be easier and lighter to carry climbing mountains. It had a tarpaulin awning. . . so [the passenger] would be shielded from the sun and the rain.'
Mao himself told his staff decades later: 'On the March, I was lying in a litter. So what did I do? I read. I read a lot.' It was not so easy for the carriers.
Marchers remembered: 'When climbing mountains, the litter-bearers sometimes could only move forward on their knees, and the skin and flesh on their knees were rubbed raw before they got to the top. Each mountain climbed left a trail of their sweat and blood.'