There is a tunnel in the village, now looking from a distance, there is only a low earthen wall in front of the tunnel, and the weeds around the earthen wall are overgrown.

It was a period of modern history in the village, when there was a war and chaos, and the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere, and the flames of war burned all the way to our village.

In the northwest, it was ruled by Ma Bufang, who was known as the "king of the northwest" at that time. In order to fight, Ma Jiajun searched everywhere for people's fat and ointment, and made chickens and dogs jump everywhere and complained. Our village is called "Majiawan", but it has nothing to do with Ma Bufang.

Ma Bufang's army did not spare the mutilation of our villagers because of the name of our village, and after several lootings, these bandits brought the village to a mess. Killed people, set fires, robbed us of food. They have guns in their hands, and our villagers are unarmed and can only let the bandits run their way.

In desperation, the villagers began to find ways to save themselves. They came up with a way to survive, and that was to dig a tunnel in the village that could be defended and attacked. No one in the village objected, and most of the villagers had been persecuted by Ma Jiajun, and they hated and feared Ma Jiajun.

The matter of digging tunnels is imminent, and the villagers have taken out young adults to fight day and night in the work of digging tunnels. For the sake of secrecy, the digging of the tunnels is basically carried out at night, taking advantage of the dark of the night, the men dig inside, and the women and children are responsible for moving the soil. Under the bright moonlight, under the scorching sun, in the wind and rain, they did not dare to stop. The wife wiped the sweat from her husband, the grandson brought dry food to his grandfather, and the whole village participated in the effort to dig tunnels before the next bandits entered the village.

10 meters, 20 meters, 30 meters...... The tunnels are gradually advancing deeper. In just one month, more than 200 meters of tunnels have been dug. When you get tired of digging, you sit down and smoke a cigarette, and then dig after you finish the cigarette. In this way, a tunnel more than 1,000 meters long was excavated under the action of manpower.

Finally one day, with the hoe of the old man surnamed Jing, the tunnel was dug through. Through that hoe, everyone saw the sky. Everyone happily high-fived each other and celebrated each other. They couldn't believe that their strength was so great, they had heard about Meng Jiangnu crying about the Great Wall, but they couldn't believe that they could dig this mountain range.

This is the first step to success, the bandits have not been here for a few days, and according to the time, the bandits should sweep the whole village again in the near future. The villagers set up clay kang and stoves in the tunnel in case of emergency. Hidden passages and side passages were dug and mainly used for ambush operations. Everyone began to transfer some of the remaining food and materials to the tunnel, and some people began to use camouflage to cover up the existence of the tunnel. They built an earthen wall at the entrance of the tunnel, and a lot of vegetation was transplanted on the outside of the earthen wall, and if you didn't look closely, you couldn't find the tunnel from a distance.

A few days later, the bandits came again. They rode into the village on scrawny horses, but they found it empty. No, there is also an old man surnamed Ma who doesn't want to evacuate at all, lying on the kang and smoking. In order to deter the villagers, they pulled the old man to the entrance of the village and fired his gun into the sky. The villagers heard the crackling gunshots and lurked quietly in the tunnels. There was silence in the tunnels, so silent that you could hear the sound of a heartbeat.

It is said that the old man surnamed Ma relied on his Ma family to have a relationship with the horse bandits, so he was spared death. There was a horse bandit who was in a hurry to urinate and ran to the tunnel to solve it. The young man surnamed Zheng, who was crawling at the entrance of the tunnel, panicked and was about to climb back into the tunnel, but was unexpectedly discovered by horse bandits. The curious horse bandit tiptoed up with a gun, he found the tunnel, and was about to call out to his accomplices, when he was pulled into the tunnel by the villagers who were ambushed at the entrance of the cave, trampled on it, and finally died of exhaustion.

When the horse bandits evacuated, they didn't find that they had lost their companions, and they walked away. This was the last time the bandits entered the village, and they were never seen again.

A year later, an old man surnamed Ma stood on the top of the hill with the captured rifle and fired a shot, which is said to have scared away the horse bandits who were coming.

Another year passed, and the Red Army came. The people of the village did not know whether the Red Army was good or evil, so they all evacuated to the tunnels. Only the old man surnamed Ma did not evacuate, he still lay on the kang and smoked. The Red Army stayed for a night and then left, leaving behind a lot of food and supplies. It is said that there are also letters, which are thank-you letters. From then on, the village knew that the Red Army was a good man.

Later, the whole country was liberated. The tunnel was forgotten, and it lay quietly in the mountains. Until one day, a group of children got in, lit torches, took the iron spoon inside, and smashed the stove inside.

When the children saw a pile of white bones on the ground, they all stepped back in fright. A bold child picked up the white bone and looked at it, saying that it was a sheep's bone, and the children let go of their panic and continued to move forward. But the more they walked, the darker it became, and they saw that there were traces of the tunnel being washed by the water, and part of the ground had collapsed, so the children stopped their exploration and withdrew unsatisfied.

The authentic story is no longer known to the villagers, and it is no longer remembered. It hid quietly behind the low wall, witnessing the great changes in the village.

I don't know if a monument will be erected in front of the tunnel one day to protect this physical object that witnessed the defense of the village. Tell these stories to future generations, so that future generations can understand and remember history in their own land.