On this day, correspondent Xiao Liu played his role again.
As the saying goes, the mountain is different, I don’t know how Xiao Liu made it. He used a few scrap walkie-talkies, walkie-talkies, etc., and then disassembled them and then installed them like this, and it became a radio.
Hey... the soldiers were excited that night, and everyone shouted around the radio.
"I'm talking about Xiao Liu!" Chen Guoxin widened his eyes and pointed at the radio, saying, "What kind of magic did you... have you changed? How could anyone talk here?"
"Yes, Xiao Liu... there are still people singing!" Xiao Shitou also asked curiously: "Are you not doing ventriloquy or what? You are still full of appearance? You have a skill..."
"Oh! How can I do anything to vent my skills?" Xiao Liu replied proudly and helplessly: "This is called a radio... it's the machine that receives the sound... forget it, you don't understand it even if you say it!"
I couldn't help but feel a little dizzy when I heard the soldiers' words. Speaking of which, I was so poor in this era... Even radios are rare things. If they came out of the country, there were really many people who didn't know what radios were.
So I couldn't help but sigh that if they were to modern times, they would go crazy looking at mobile phones, computers, Internet, etc.
It's only been more than thirty years, and the gap is really from heaven and the other from earth to earth.
However, Company Commander Luo and the scholars were not surprised. He laughed at the side as he listened to Xiao Shitou and others.
With this radio, we have a lot of fun. Isn't that... Xiao Liu transferred to a singing channel. While listening to Teresa Teng's He Rijun come back, he started the game again with a slogan. It's really that a little bit The taste of the gambling hall.
"Hey..." Captain Luo secretly touched me next to him and said, "Give me a few more cigarettes and let me have another one..."
"Company Commander, I owe several packs of them!" I said, "You can't even pay back the cigarettes for several months!"
"Go..." Commander Luo said angrily: "Who said I can't pay it back for several months? Isn't it just a war?"
"That's not necessarily!" I said, "You didn't see that all the Japanese invaders were poor... They didn't even have to eat, and even if they were in war, you wouldn't be able to pay a few cigarettes!"
"Stop talking nonsense, do you give it to me?"
"Give it...why don't you give it?" I laughed.
Actually, this is all boring and joking. Why do I take such a cigarette by myself? I don’t bring it to life and death. I can’t finish it. I take it to fight and take it to war. If I accidentally get wet by water, I will All wasted.
I grabbed a handful of cigarettes from the waterproof cloth and handed them to Company Commander Luo. I moved away from the position and started to rush Xiao Liu's radio.
By the way... I wouldn't have made this mess if I were in modern times.
Radio... This has long been eliminated! I have never heard of this since I was a child...
But now it’s boring, right? No matter what you are bored, it will be attractive, not to mention that this thing can at least listen to some news.
Slowly, twisting frequently, after a flash of noise, a clear and bright voice suddenly came: "Comrades of the People's Liberation Army! My name is Wu Huixing, I am a military doctor..."
As soon as he heard this, the soldiers stopped their hands and raised their ears. We soldiers were always particularly sensitive to news about the troops.
At first I thought it was a veteran who came back from the counterattack and introduced his experience in the war, but as I listened, I quickly felt something was wrong.
"I interspersed with the troops on the night of February 16. Because it was dark, I got separated from the troops and unfortunately became a prisoner... We were unwilling to fight, and the leader forced us to fight with Vietnam..."
"Cāo, what's the point?" Captain Luo cursed: "Closed that thing!"
"Bang!" Xiao Liu immediately pressed the power supply.
But after a while, Xiao Liu hesitated and said, "Company Commander... This may be because he received a Vietnamese program, so it doesn't matter if he listens, but he can't tell what else he can hear!"
"Yes, company commander!" The scholar also said: "Why are we fighting? We are in a bright heart... We don't believe those traitors say a few words!"
The company commander thought about it and felt that something was right, so he nodded with a stern face.
The radio turned on again, and the voices of captured people came from it: "I am a soldier from a certain company of the XXX unit. Unfortunately, I was captured by the People's Army. I am in good health at present. Please rest assured..."
Later we learned that this was a special program "Reporting peace to relatives" arranged by the "Voice of Vietnam" of the Hanoi Radio Station in Vietnam. Needless to say, its purpose... It is coercive and lured the captured soldiers to say something on the radio.
If it is reactionary, it is attempted to use this to disrupt the morale of our army.
But what the Japanese devils didn't know was that these soldiers said in the radio were inconsistent, and even the numbers in many newspapers did not exist... So it is actually clear whether they were saying the truth.
At this time, we felt a strange feeling of desolation in our hearts: I don’t know what kind of abuse these captured comrades were suffering from in Vietnam, and I don’t know if they can come back alive. If their families listened
After this news... what would you think?
So as they listened, the soldiers were no longer interested in listening. In the end, Xiao Liu simply put away the radio.
That night, the soldiers didn't even want to play cards, and they all thought about their worries silently, and were in a heavy mood. Only I think this is normal...
When fighting, isn’t it normal to have a few prisoners? The battlefield is a ever-changing place, and sometimes many soldiers are even in a coma, and they don’t even have the chance to “kill and become a good person”. Just like the Vietnamese army... they are also as strong as they are
I would rather die than surrender, but I have let us capture many prisoners? Some countries, such as the United States, can even regard returning prisoners of war as heroes...
But the soldiers didn't think so. In this era, they talked about the spirit of "fighting for the motherland and dedicating themselves to the people", and the determination to "better die in battle than be a prisoner of war"... So when I heard these prisoners of war
When you feel a sense of shame and anger.
I don't want to say anything... because I know very well that this is the generational difference between me and people of this era, and it is not something I can change in just a few words.
At noon the next day, just as we were gathering outside the cave chatting and gnawing compressed biscuits, we saw the correspondent responsible for sending letters from the regiment headquarters to wave to us with a stack of letters...
Several soldiers gathered around with a coaxing sound, took the letter and ran back immediately.
This time, the soldiers did not win their own letters as before, and read them... Because we were hard and bored in this tunnel, we made a private rule, that is, no matter who comes from home, we would read them in public.
listen.
If you want to say what kind of person this letter is... then go to hell! In this tunnel, we are all "fair and honest" and have no secrets, and some people even don't even have the shame of not raising such a man.
hide.
For example, a group of Yu Juncheng often sighed and said to his comrades: "Oh! Our family inheritance is not good... If it is glorious, it will be over!"
The comrades comforted him: "Don't worry, go back to see the doctor and you can take good care of it!"
"It's not that I haven't seen it... I've been like this for several years, and my wife has run away with others..."
"That's because I didn't find a good doctor..."
"Have you seen me pulling the flag these days? Have you ever drawn a map?"
...
My comrades didn't know how to persuade him, but no one ever looked down on him. The reason was very simple... Here we are all our own people, and his business is ours.
Just like reading letters now, there is no individual. If you care about the letters from your mother, everyone will feel warm in their hearts, just like their mother is saying things to care about; if your lover says a few intimate words, everyone will feel
It's sweet, just like your wife or girlfriend is around you...
"Hey! There is a letter from the platoon leader..." The scholar saw my name in the letter at a glance.
I couldn't help but have an accident and immediately thought that it was sent by Zhang Fan.
"Drive the platoon leader first!"
"Drive the platoon leader first!"
...
The soldiers started to make a fuss, and they were having fun in their hardships. Every time they liked to hear letters from their lovers or girlfriends, so of course they would not let me go.
The scholar lived up to everyone's wishes, tore open the seal and took out the letter and started reading: "Yang Xuefeng... I really live like a year without you..."
"Okay..." The soldiers cheered.
The scholar continued to read with an ambiguous look on his face: "As soon as I arrived, I immediately asked about your news. I didn't expect that your troops had just returned and were sent to the front line again. Yang Xuefeng... Don't worry, I will arrange it... I
I don't want to see you on the front line anymore..."
After reading this, scholars can't continue reading, and the soldiers all lost their voices as if they were dumb. They looked at me and I looked at you, and the expressions on their faces were very strange.
"Platform leader..." The scholar handed me the letter awkwardly.
I took the envelope casually and tore it apart without looking at it... Although, in curiosity, I also wanted to see what else there was, but I finally chose to give the soldiers one with my actions.
Explain.
This letter is really not the time... The Vietnamese Japanese will attack us at any time, but Zhang Fan's letter said that he wanted to transfer me away with connections... This is undoubtedly a serious blow to the morale of the army, if so,
I feel like a deserter.
Thinking of this, I couldn't help but smile bitterly... I don't know when it started, but I have regarded deserters as a shame. You know, when I first came to this world, I wanted to be a deserter again and again.