Death
In 1934, situation had become more and more dangerous, Qu could not stay at Shanghai any more, so he went to the Central Revolutionary Base, Ruijing in Jiangxi province. When Red Army decided to begin the famous Long March, Qu stayed in the south to lead bush fighting. Arrested in Changting in 1934, Qu was put into a prison of Kuomintang a year later. During arrest, Qu suffered from torture by the KMT government, the KMT government also adopted various means to induce him to capitulate, but Qu still persisted in his belief, he refused. In June 18, it was the day of his execution, Qu walked calmly toward the execution place, Zhongshan Park, Changting, singing "The Internationale", the "Red Army Song", shouted "Long live the Chinese Communist Party", "Long live communism" and other slogans. After reaching Luohanling, a small hill in Zhongshan Park, Qu choosed a grass to sit down, smiled and nodded to the executioner, said: "very good here!". Qu was shot to death when he was only 36 years old.
During arrest, Qu wrote a book named "Superfluous words" to express his political thinking and hard mentality experience from literati to revolutionist. The book became a great controversy after Qu’s death.
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