The battle is coming to an end, sporadic gunshots are still coming one after another, the battlefield is full of smoke, and the trenches are filled with corpses.
There were still about six or seven remaining Vietnamese troops in the tunnel. I led my people to block all the exits. I shouted to the inside at the entrance of the tunnel: Yebu Songgongye, Songkuan Hongdu soldiers are inside.
The rest of the soldiers also shouted together: Yebu Songgongye, Songkuan Hongdu Soldier Nei Yebu Songgongye, Songkuan Hongdu Soldier Nei. Vietnamese: Don’t kill if you surrender your gun, treat prisoners preferentially. All front-line combat troops at that time required
It comes with a field manual, which contains some commonly used Vietnamese words with Chinese characters indicating the pronunciation, such as: Gangdai Nailai, which means to raise your hands, Buku Dainai Nailai, which means to raise your hands and do not move. These are all
They are used when capturing enemies and persuading them to surrender. There are also some that are used to promote our military policies and are spoken to the Vietnamese people. In fact, in northern Vietnam, there are many ethnic groups, and the official language of Vietnam is not as popular as Chinese. Most Vietnamese soldiers know it.
Speak Chinese.
The surrounded Vietnamese responded with a hail of bullets deep in the tunnel.
I threw the helmet on the ground and cursed: Fuck his little ancestor, he still refuses to let me capture him alive. I turned around and gave orders to the soldiers standing behind me: cluster grenades, flamethrowers, fuck him together. Cluster grenades
And the flamethrower is the most effective way to deal with the stubborn enemies in the tunnel bunker. First use a large number of grenades to suppress them, and then use the flamethrower to kill them.
Bundles of grenades were thrown into the tunnel. After a series of violent explosions, the Chinese soldiers used flamethrowers to spray at the entrance of the tunnel.
The smell of fireworks and burnt human flesh made it hard to open your eyes. I took the lead into the tunnel with a submachine gun. I wanted to see with my own eyes how these little Vietnamese guys were burned to death.
In the tunnel, more than a dozen charred corpses of Vietnamese soldiers were scattered inside. At this time, it was impossible to tell whether they were killed by bombs or burned to death.
I found a large bundle of unexploded cluster grenades in the innermost part. I quickly led the soldiers to run out, but it was too late. There was a dull explosion, and my body was knocked down by the impact of the air wave, and my eyes were black.
, I felt like my eyes were covered with a layer of mud and I couldn't see anything.
I scratched desperately with my hands, feeling unspeakable panic in my heart. At this time, someone grabbed my wrist, and someone said to me: Comrade, wake up quickly, are you having a nightmare?
I opened my eyes and looked around. The two train attendants and the passengers in the carriage were all staring at me. Everyone had smiles on their faces. Only then did I realize that I was dreaming just now. There was a long pause.
He sounded like he was still frightened by the nightmare just now.
I didn’t expect that I could dream about riding the train home. This time I was completely embarrassed. I smiled awkwardly at everyone. This was probably the ugliest smile I’ve ever made in my life. Fortunately, there was no mirror, so I couldn’t see myself.
face.
When the flight attendant saw that I was awake, he told me that I was about to arrive at the terminal and was getting ready to get off. I nodded, carried my luggage and squeezed to the connection between the two carriages, put it on my luggage bag, and ordered a cigarette.
I took a few puffs of cigarette, and my mind was still thinking about my comrades on the front line.
Wearing a military uniform without a collar badge makes me look awkward, and I can't even walk. How will I explain to my father when I go back? If the old man knew that I was kicked back by the troops, he would beat me to death with a belt.
I arrived at the station ten minutes later. I walked to the door of my house and walked around, not daring to go in. I walked aimlessly on the street, thinking about how I could make up a lie and fool the old man through.
It was getting late and dusk. I went into a restaurant and wanted to eat something. I was shocked when I saw the menu. I haven't eaten out in recent years. Why are the dishes now so expensive? A plate of fish-flavored shredded pork costs so much.
Six yuan. It seems that my demobilization fee of more than 3,000 yuan is just enough to eat 500 portions of fish-flavored shredded pork.
I ordered two bowls of rice, a plate of Kung Pao Chicken, and a bottle of beer. The young waitress insisted on recommending some stuffed prawns in oil. I didn’t want it. She cursed in a low voice and rolled her eyes.
He hummed and turned around to serve me the food.
I don’t want to be acquainted with her. I have been a soldier for ten years. I have sweated and bled. From birth to death, I am worth five hundred portions of fish-flavored pork shreds. Thinking of this makes me laugh or cry. But then I think about it.
Compared with my comrades in the snow-capped mountains on the battlefield, what qualifications can I have to be dissatisfied with?
At this time, another customer came in from outside. He was wearing a pair of large toad glasses imported from the United States. I saw that his dress was very fashionable at the time, so I took a second look.
That person also saw me, looked at me for a long time, came over and sat across from my table.
I thought to myself what's going on with this guy? There are so many empty tables. Why don't you come over and squeeze in with me? Is it a gangster who wants to trouble me and fuck you? He's scratching my itch. I'm holding my breath and thinking about it.
I was looking for a fight with someone, but he looked familiar. Most of his face was covered by a big toad mirror. I couldn't remember who this person was for a moment.
The man pushed the big toad mirror on the bridge of his nose and said to me: The king of heaven covers the tiger of earth.
I thought to myself why this word is so familiar, so I replied smoothly: Pagoda suppresses the river demon.
The other party asked again: Why is your face so red?
I raised my thumb and replied: I'm in a hurry because I can't find a wife.
Then why is it white again?
I was frightened by marrying a tigress.
We both hugged each other at the same time, and I said to him: Xiaopang, you didn’t expect that the Central Red Army was back, did you?
The fat man was so excited that he almost cried: Old Hu, our Red Army forces from all sides have finally reunited in northern Shaanxi.
We had corresponded many times in the past few years, but we were thousands of miles apart and had never met in person. Unexpectedly, we met in a restaurant as soon as we returned to the city. What a coincidence.
The fat man’s father was a more senior official than my father. Unfortunately, he was not punished during the Cultural Revolution and died in a cowshed. A few years ago, the fat man returned to the city and found a job. He worked for more than a year because he had trouble with the leader.
During the fight, he became a prostitute, selling tapes of popular songs from our side to the north.
We hadn’t seen each other for many years. We were so drunk that I forgot about making up lies. When I got home, I drunkenly told the truth and told my father what had happened. Unexpectedly, he wasn’t angry.
On the contrary, I am very happy. I thought to myself that this old man's consciousness becomes lower as he gets older. I am happy to see that my son no longer has to go to the front line.
The job assigned to me by the Rehabilitation Office was to be the deputy section chief of the Security Section in a food factory. I stayed in the army for too long and didn’t want to live a regular life of going to and from work anymore, so I didn’t go. I went there in partnership with Fatty.
went to the north to do business.
Time flies so fast, and we are already entering the 1980s. We have three children, but our business is getting worse and worse. Let alone saving money to marry a wife, food is almost becoming a problem, and we often have to find a job.
The family needs money to solve an urgent need. According to the Third Plenary Session of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the country has basically solved the problem of food and clothing. However, I feel that we are still living before liberation, being exploited and oppressed, without enough food and clothing.
The weather was nice and cloudless that day. Each of us wore a pair of sunglasses and big bell-bottom pants. We pushed a tricycle on the streets of Beijing. There was a board on the car, filled with tapes, and a broken tape recorder with two broken speakers.
The Taiwanese pop songs of the time were playing loudly.
A female student wearing glasses came over, spent a long time choosing, and asked us: Do you have Wang Jieli and Xie Lisi?
We had this before, but it was sold out two days ago. The fat man said to her with a playful smile: Oh, sister, what age are we in now? Are you still listening to their songs? Do you want to listen to Teresa Teng, Qianbai Hui, Zhang Aijia, come on?
Play it back and listen to it, it will sound as good as you want.
The female student saw that the fat man did not look like a good person, so she turned around and left.
The fat man was complaining and cursing from behind: This idiot is pretending to be pretty, but he still wants to listen to the golden shuttle, and the silver shuttle looks just like a shuttle.
I said that your accent has changed to a Beijing accent. Can you not speak Mandarin anymore? You are pretending to be an expert in everything. It is too difficult to do business in Beijing now. Let’s go to Xi’an in a few days.
The fat man wanted to argue that his ancestors were from Beijing, but before he could say anything, he suddenly pointed at one end of the street and shouted: "The industrial and commercial people are here to sweep up, run away quickly."
The two of us pushed the tricycle and ran away, twisting and turning into a street. I looked around and saw that we had unknowingly ended up at the Panjiayuan Antique Market.
This street is full of people buying and selling old things. Even old badges and red books are collected. There are all kinds of bottles and jars, old clocks and pocket watches, old embroidered shoes worn by three-inch golden lotuses, and piles of copper coins.
Snuff bottles, all kinds of old furniture, pipes, calligraphy and painting, carved grinding tables, pen and ink yellow paper, old pipes, cricket jars, porcelain, lacquerware, gold, silver, copper, iron, tin, various kinds of jade and various decorations, as long as they are old things,
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