As the battle drew to a close, sporadic gunfire continued, the positions were filled with gunsmoke, and the trenches were littered with corpses.
There were about six or seven remnants of the Vietnamese army in the tunnel, and I led people to block all the exits, and I shouted at the mouth of the tunnel: "Ye Bu Song Gong Ye, Song Kuan Red Poison Soldiers!" "
The rest of the soldiers also shouted together: "Also Bu Song Gongye, Song Kuan Red Poison Soldier!" Also Bu Song Gong Ye, Song Kuan Red Poison Soldier inside! (Vietnamese: Surrender the gun, don't kill, give preferential treatment to prisoners.) At that time, the front-line combat units were issued with a field manual, which contained some commonly used Vietnamese words that were pronounced in Chinese characters, such as "Gang Du Nailai", which means to raise your hand. Buku stays for a while, which means that you are not allowed to move your hands when you raise your hands. These were used to capture the enemy and persuade them to surrender, and some of them were used to propagate the policies of our army and 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, and most Vietnamese soldiers can speak Chinese. ）
The Vietnamese, surrounded by clusters, replied with a shuttle bullet in the depths of the tunnel.
I threw my steel helmet on the ground and scolded, "Fuck his puppy ancestor, and he still refuses to let Lao Tzu be captured alive." Turning his head to the fighters standing behind me, he gave the order: "Cluster grenades, flamethrowers, let's fuck the doggy." "Cluster grenades and flamethrowers are the most effective means of dealing with a recalcitrant enemy in a tunnel bunker, first with a large number of grenades and then with flamethrowers.
Bundles of grenades were thrown into the tunnel, and after a series of violent explosions, the Chinese soldiers pressed flamethrowers against the hole and slammed into the hole.
The smoke and scorching smell were so smoky that I took the lead into the pit with my submachine gun.
At this time, I found a large bundle of cluster grenades in the innermost part that had not yet exploded, and I hurriedly ran out with the soldiers, but it was too late, and with a dull explosion, my body was shaken down by the impact of the air wave, my eyes were pitch black, and I felt that my eyes were covered with a layer of mud, and I couldn't see anything.
I was desperately clutching with my hands, and I was in an indescribable panic, when my wrist was grabbed and someone said to me, "Comrade, wake up, are you having a nightmare?" "
I opened my eyes and looked around, the two train attendants and the full carriage of passengers were staring at me, all with smiles on their faces, and I realized that I had just been dreaming, and let out a long breath, still haunting the nightmare just now.
I can't imagine that I can dream of taking the train home, and this time I will lose my face. I smiled awkwardly at the group, probably the most ugly smile I've ever had in my life, but luckily I couldn't see my face without a mirror.
When the flight attendant saw that I was awake, he told me that I was about to arrive at the terminal and that I was ready to get off the train. I nodded, squeezed my luggage to the place where the two carriages were connected, sat on my luggage, lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, still thinking about my comrades on the front line.
Wearing a military uniform without a collar badge and cockade, not to mention how awkward it is, you can't walk. How will I explain to my father when I go back? If the old man had known that I had brought the troops back, he would not have beaten me to death with a belt.
Ten minutes later, I arrived at the station, I walked to the door of the house and walked around, did not dare to enter the door, wandered aimlessly on the street, thinking in my heart how to make up a nonsense and fool the old man.
It was getting late, twilight, I went into a restaurant to get something to eat, and I was shocked when I saw the menu, I hadn't eaten out at all in all these years, why is the food so expensive now? A plate of fish-flavored shredded pork costs six yuan, and it seems that my demobilization fee of more than 3,000 yuan is just enough to eat 500 servings of fish-flavored shredded pork.
I ordered two bowls of rice and a plate of diced chicken, and a bottle of beer, and the young waitress insisted on recommending me some braised prawns, and I didn't want to live or die, she scolded in a low voice, rolled her eyes, and turned to serve me food.
I don't want to be like her, I've been a soldier for ten years, sweat and blood, birth and death, it's worth 500 pieces of fish-flavored shredded meat? It's a bit of a laugh to think about. But then I thought about it, compared with those comrades who died on the battlefield and in the snowy mountains, what qualifications could I have for not being satisfied?
At this time, another guest came in from outside, he wore a big toad glasses that imitated those imported from the United States, and I saw that he was very fashionable at the time, so I looked at it twice.
The man saw me, too, looked at me for a long time, and came over and sat down across from my table.
I thought to myself, what's the matter with this person, so many empty tables don't go, if you have to come and squeeze something with me, is it a hooligan trying to find me trouble? Fuck your grandma, it's tickling me, I'm holding my breath, and I'm trying to get someone to fight, but he looks a little familiar. Most of his face was obscured by a large toad mirror, and I couldn't remember who it 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." "
I said in my heart why this word is so familiar, so I replied casually: "Pagoda Town River Demon." "
The other party asked again: "Why is your face red?" "
I gave a thumbs up and replied, "I can't find my daughter-in-law in a hurry." "
"Why is it white again?"
"I'm scared to marry a tigress."
We both hugged each other at the same time, and I said to him, "Little fatty, you didn't expect the Central Red Army to come back, did you?" "
The fat man was so excited that he was about to cry: "Old Hu, our Red Army in all aspects has finally met again in northern Shaanxi." "
In the past few years, we have also written many times, but we have never met thousands of miles away. I didn't expect to meet in a restaurant as soon as I returned to the city, which was such a coincidence.
The fat man's father was much more official than my father, but unfortunately he didn't stand up to it during the Cultural Revolution and died in the cowshed. A few years ago, the fat man returned to the city and found a job, and after working for more than a year, because of a fight with the leader, he became a self-employed man, and poured pop song tapes from our side to the north.
I hadn't seen each other for many years, and the two of us were so drunk that my face was red and my neck was thick, so I forgot about making up nonsense, and when I got home, I drank and told my father what had happened, and I didn't expect him to be angry, but happy. I thought to myself that this old man, the older he gets, the lower his consciousness becomes, and he is happy to see that his son does not have to go to the front line.
I stayed in the army for too long, and I didn't want to live a regular life like going to work and getting off work, so I didn't go, and went to the north to do business with the fat man.
Time flies quickly, and we have entered the 80s, and we are all more than three, but the business is getting more and more bleak, not to mention saving money to marry a daughter-in-law, eating is about to become a problem, and we often have to ask the family for money to solve the urgent need.
On this day, the weather was fine and cloudless, and the two of us wore a pair of sunglasses and big bell bottoms, and pushed a tricycle on the streets of Beijing, with a board on the car, full of tapes, and a broken tape recorder to pull the two broken horns to play Taiwanese pop songs at that time.
A bespectacled female student came over, picked it for a long time, and asked us, "Is there a king who is strong with Selis?" "
We have sold this before, and it was sold out two days ago, and the fat man said to her with a hippie smile: "Ouch, I said sister, what age is this, and you still listen to their songs, do you listen to Teresa Teng's thousands of favors and Zhang Aijia?" Let's go back and listen to a few plates, and promise Chairman Mao that it will sound as good as it wants. "
The schoolgirl didn't look like a good person when she saw that the fat man was not a good person, so she turned around and left.
The fat man scolded endlessly in the back: "This idiot, pretending to be fucking stiff, and still fucking wants to listen to the golden shuttle and silver shuttle, and the girl looks like a fucking shuttle." "
I said that how you speak now has changed your accent to Beijing, is it impossible to speak Mandarin, pretending to be a native of the capital. It's too difficult to do business in Beijing now, so let's go to Xi'an in a few days.
The fat man wanted to justify that his ancestors were from Beijing, but before he could say anything, he suddenly pointed to one end of the street and shouted: "Fuck, the industrial and commercial people are here to sweep up, hurry up." "
The two of us pushed the tricycle and ran away, and we ran to a street in a circle, and I looked around, how did we unconsciously run to the Panjiayuan antique market?
This street is full of old things, and even the old Chairman Mao's portrait badge and red treasure book are collected. Like all kinds of bottles and cans, old clocks and old pocket watches, old embroidered shoes worn by three-inch golden lotus, piles of copper coins, snuff bottles, all kinds of old furniture, pipes, calligraphy and paintings, carved research platforms, pen and ink yellow paper, old pipes, cricket jars, porcelain, lacquerware, gold, silver, copper, iron and tin, all kinds of jade and all kinds of jewelry, as long as it is an old thing, there is basically everything.
The fat man has a family heirloom jade pendant, which he wears all the time. This piece of jade was given to his father by a leader of the Northwest Field Army, who led his troops into Xinjiang and eliminated a group of bandits in the Niya Oasis, and this piece of jade was worn by the bandit leader. It is said that it is a jade pendant, but in fact, the appearance is not very similar, the shape is simple and weird, and there are some messy patterns engraved on it, like a map, and like a text, I don't know what it is for.
This piece of jade fat man has shown me many times, I used to have a lot of antiques at home, and when I was a child, I heard my grandfather talk a lot about gold, stone and jade. But I can't see the value of this piece of jade.
The fat man wanted to sell this piece of jade for some capital to do business, but I stopped him, this is what your father left for you, don't sell it if you can, we haven't reached the point of desperation, it's really not okay I asked the family for money, anyway, our old man and old lady paid a lot of wages.
When the two of us saw an empty space on the side of the road, we stopped the three wheels and bought two bowls of braised fire for lunch nearby.
Braised fire is the soup boiled by the pig, which is full of large intestines and the like, soaked in chopped fire, a bowl of more than a dollar, which is both economical and affordable.
I put too much spicy in this bowl, so spicy that my tears and snot came out, and I stuck out my tongue.
The fat man took two bites and said to me: "Lao Hu, I wanted to take you out to make a fortune in the past few years, but I didn't expect that now the national economy has been invigorated, and the situation is not a small good, but a big one." Unlike when I first started to practice stalls, there were no more than three pop song tapes in Beijing. It's really a bit of a burden to you, your father was already a division commander before he retired, and he enjoys the treatment of deputy municipal cadres, you might as well go back and let your old man go through the back door and arrange a job for you in the agency, so don't suffer with me. "
I patted the fat man's belly and said, "Brother, I'll also tell you something from my heart, if I really want to go to the agency, I can go at any time, but I don't dare to go, do you know why?" I'm afraid, if I sit still in one place, my mind is full of nothing else, it's all my dead comrades, they are dangling in front of my eyes, and when I see them, my intestines will break. Now we're running around doing some small business, and we can diverge our minds to think of something else, or I'll have to be nervous. "
After so many years in the army, I didn't learn anything else, but I learned to boost morale, and I comforted the fat man: "We're not bitter now, isn't there still stewed to eat?" I thought I was in Kunlun Mountain back then, so the fuck was really bitter. One year, during the Spring Festival, everyone was homesick, and many recruits cried secretly. The division commander saw that this was okay, and hurriedly made dumplings for everyone to improve the food. The dumplings are eaten, you may not believe it, there are no green vegetables in Kunlun Mountain, the vegetables are more expensive than gold, and the meat is all dumplings with meatballs. The altitude is too high, the water can't be boiled, the dumplings are all raw, and the meat filling inside is red. Can you imagine what that tastes like? I ate seventy or eighty of them, and they almost didn't kill me. Gluttony, I haven't eaten anything cooked in those years, and I'm hungry. The next day, I had someone take me to the hospital, I couldn't digest it, and my stomach was like an iron sheet. Do you remember what it says in "Red Rock"? The eve of the victory of the revolution is always the coldest. Our business can't always be like this, audio tapes don't sell well, we can sell something else. "
I turned on the tape recorder, and the two loudspeakers played music.
Because the tape recorder is relatively tattered and the sound quality is very poor, no matter how beautiful the song is broadcast from it, it is like striking a gong.
But the fat man and I didn't find it unpleasant, anyway, it was much better than the two of us. After my in-depth ideological education work, the fat man was also in a cheerful mood, and with the rhythm of the music, he grabbed his calf, opened his throat and shouted: "Take a look, take a look, the original version of Hong Kong and Taiwan, cut off your arms and legs for a big sale, lose money and make a lot of money..."
The passers-by and the people around us who were doing business and setting up stalls all cast curious glances at us, and next to us there was a man who was selling antiques and came to greet us, and a big gold tooth appeared in his mouth when he smiled. The big gold tooth pulled out a cigarette and handed it out to both of us.
I took the cigarette and looked at it: "Yo, the grade is not low, American cigarettes, Marlboro." "
Da Jinya said while lighting a cigarette for me: "Second master, selling pop songs in the Panjiayuan Antique Market, but no third person in these four or nine cities can think of it, you two are really the first one." "
I took a big puff of cigarette and puffed out two white smoke from my nose, this American smoke is strong, I looked up and said to the big gold tooth: "You are squeezing us with this, our brothers and sons are hiding from the industrial and commercial bureau, and they ran here unintentionally, and they will leave after a while." "
As a result, the two sides said that the dare is not an outsider, the big golden tooth's family is on Hainan Island, his father's generation was used when the People's Liberation Army went south, and the roots of the family are all from Sanye, and the relationship between the elders of the family is several verticals and columns, which division and which regiment, the relationship is not far away.
However, the father of the big golden tooth is not a cadre, his father is a craftsman who fights in the people, and later let the national army arrest the strong man, Xu Beng battle, that is, when the Huaihai Campaign, his unit revolted and joined the People's Liberation Army, and he himself has been a cook in the army. After the reform and opening up, he moved from Hainan to Beijing to collect some antique toys and do some business.
It's better to be able to speak than to listen, he said it well, what kind of inverted craftsman, isn't he just a thief who digs graves? No one else can hear this, but I was brought up by my grandfather when I was a child, and he told me a lot about these things.
The connoisseur stretches out his hand to know if there is one. Going deeper, I asked the big gold tooth: "Your old man was a captain who touched the gold back then, did he find any big zongzi?" "Big zongzi" is a code phrase that circulates among tomb robbers, just like the bandits in the mountains can't directly say that they kill people and set fires when they talk to each other, they all have a set of black words. Zongzi means that the corpses in the tomb are relatively well preserved and have not decayed; Touching a big zongzi means that you are in trouble, which refers to unclean things such as zombies and evil ghosts; Dry zongzi refers to the corpses in the tomb that are so rotten that only a pile of white bones remains; There are also meat dumplings, which means that there are many valuable things on the corpse.
As soon as the big golden tooth heard this, he immediately respected me, and insisted on inviting me and the fat man to go to Dongsi to eat shabu mutton, and talk in detail by the way. So the three of them packed their things and ran to Dongsi together.