I shouted "report" at the door, and only when I heard the battalion commander shout "come in" did I push the door in. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

The battalion headquarters is very large, and on the upper floor of our recruits' dormitory, there are two bedrooms as large as the downstairs, which are used as offices, and there are four tables facing each other against the wall, and there is a small door next to it, where the battalion headquarters chief sleeps on the night shift.

The battalion commander stood near the window, the instructor sat at a desk with his back to the window, and in front of the two desks opposite him sat two cadres with four pockets.

I have never seen the two cadres, one in his early thirties and the other in his early forties, the one in his early thirties has a murderous face, and he looks like a more arrogant full-time cadre, while the one in his early forties is kind and kind, a bit like the secretary general or other deputy cadres.

I walked up to them in unison, "snapped" upright, and gave them a military salute.

"Hmm," the instructor gestured to me with his gaze, and asked me to sit down on one of the four desks that had been prepared in a wooden chair, "Sit down." ”

"Yes. I walked up to the chair and sat there with my waist straight.

In contrast to the tall and burly battalion commander, the instructor was small and thin, with a pair of short-sighted glasses on the bridge of his nose, but the two glances that shot at me through the lenses were like two sharp swords at a glance, as if they could penetrate my mind at any moment and make me shudder.

The instructor held a stack of materials in his hand and asked me, "Are you Zhang Zichen from the second class of the first platoon?"

I got up from my chair and said, "Yes!"

"Well, just sit down and talk. ”

"Yes. Again, I sat down with my back straight.

The instructor looked at the stack of materials and asked coldly, "Do you know Zhang Daoling?"

I was stunned for a moment, and quickly searched through all my memories in my mind, as if I had heard of this name, but I couldn't remember who it was, so in order not to cause trouble for myself, I replied decisively: "I don't know." ”

The instructor's sharp eyes moved from the stack of materials in his hand, stared at me with three points, and asked again, "Where is Zhang Songtao?"

The name was so familiar to me that even when the instructor mentioned it, I immediately had in mind a tall round and pointed hat on the head of an obscene-looking old man with the words "Filial sons and grandsons of the decaying feudal dynasty".

The old man also hung a rectangular sign on his chest, with a small line of words on it reading "Cow Ghost, Snake God, Hooligans", and below it were three big characters "Zhang Songtao", and he also made a big cross with a red pen.

That old man named Zhang Songtao is my second master.

However, before the liberation, my grandfather separated from him and cut off contact, otherwise I would not have passed the political trial of joining the army.

Hearing the instructor ask the name of the second master, I immediately shook my head and said, "I haven't heard of it, I don't know it." ”

The instructor closed the materials, and I only had to glance at them to see what they were, but at this moment I was sitting upright, and I didn't dare to squint at the instructor, because we had learned the rules of secrecy, and we didn't look at what we shouldn't see.

The instructor moved his chair forward, looked at me, and said, "Then you can tell me in detail about the situation of standing guard at Sentry No. 3 yesterday." ”

I immediately repeated, without reservation and without omission, everything that was said yesterday to the battalion commander.

After hearing this, the instructor glanced back at the battalion commander, but the battalion commander was silent.

I think the instructor is still asking the battalion commander to verify what I said to him today is different from what I said to the battalion commander yesterday, and the battalion commander's silence undoubtedly proves that there is nothing wrong with what I said.

The instructor turned around and got up and said to me, "Come, come with me." ”

I immediately stood up, and waited for the instructor to walk in front of me, and then I turned around, and then the two cadres also got up and walked towards the door, and I was about to wait for the battalion commander to leave before going out, but the battalion commander signaled me to go ahead, and when I walked out of the battalion headquarters, the battalion commander closed the door and walked last.

At the entrance of our barracks was a playground where we trained in a platoon of three squads of recruits, each squad was originally eight people, but our second class now has only six people.

Seeing me walking among the four cadres, my comrades-in-arms all threw puzzled and strange glances at me, and I also felt like I was being escorted to the execution ground, and I felt very uncomfortable.

There are four two-story barracks in the battalion headquarters, the battalion headquarters is directly opposite the gate, the upper floor is the office of the battalion commanders, and the downstairs is our row of three class dormitories.

The first building on the left side of the battalion headquarters is the dormitory for the recruits of the second and third platoons, the second is where the veterans of the canteen, cooking squad and guard platoon live, and the one near the right rear side of the battalion headquarters is the storeroom.

There are a total of three sentry posts in the whole battalion headquarters, the No. 1 sentry is the gate of the camp, the No. 2 sentry is the gate of the ammunition depot under the back slope, and the No. 3 sentry is the sentry on the top of the back hill where Fu Xiaojun and I stood guard yesterday.

In addition, there is a sentry at the entrance of each dormitory barracks.

I was surprised that the instructor led the way and did not lead us to the site of Sentry No. 3, but towards the storehouse on the right rear side of the battalion headquarters.

The two rooms at the end of the first floor of the storehouse were closed rooms, and only when there were soldiers in them were closed, a sentry would be placed at the door.

When the instructor led us towards the first confinement room, I was confused: Okay, why should I be locked up?

The instructor walked to the door of the confinement room and said to the veteran of the guard platoon, "Open the door. ”

"Yes. ”

When the veteran unlocked the door of the confinement chamber, the instructor shook his head at me, and although I was not convinced, I did not dare to say a word, but walked towards the confinement in unison.

As soon as I walked to the door, I was even more confused, because I found that Fu Xiaojun was sitting on the bed in the confinement room, and after looking at me with a somewhat dull gaze, he turned his face out of the window again.

"This ......" I looked at Fu Xiaojun, then at the instructor, and finally at the battalion commander, and said busily: "How is this possible? I swear to the chairman in the name of a revolutionary soldier that Fu Xiaojun will ...... He ......"

I was going to say "he did die", but now I can't say that it's the next step anyway.

The battalion commander, the instructor, and the two cadres all looked at me with blank expressions, as if they were looking at a class enemy with ulterior motives.

To be honest, I was even dying.

People Fu Xiaojun sat here in a dignified manner, but I said that he was dead, and I also said that he seemed to have been scared to death after seeing something terrible, and now it is a rumor and slander, but in that era, I was tantamount to propagating feudal superstitious activities, which was a new trend in the class struggle!

I hurriedly turned around and rushed over, grabbed Fu Xiaojun's two arms and asked eagerly, "Xiaojun, what happened last night? Didn't you run away by yourself after scaring me away?"

Fu Xiaojun didn't dare to look at me, smiled bitterly undeniably, and turned his face to the side.

I really can't help it, especially in the battalion headquarters, the instructor has already mentioned the name of my second master, although my grandfather's generation has cut off relations with him, but if the army goes online and insists on linking me with the second master, I will die.

At worst, he will be criticized every day, and at worst, he may be expelled from the military and sent home.

If it weren't for the chiefs around, I would have really raised my fist and beat Fu Xiaojun up.

Then the instructor came up to me and said, "Let him go." ”

I had to hang my hands and stare at Fu Xiaojun with hatred.

The instructor then said, "Let's go next door." ”

I bowed my head and followed the instructor to the confinement room next door, where the veteran locked Fu Xiaojun's closed room, and the battalion commander and the two cadres followed into the confinement room next door.

"Tell me," the instructor stared at me coldly and asked, "What's the matter with you and Fu Xiaojun?"

I, who was already six gods and no master, was so anxious that my face flushed and explained, "Instructor, I ...... What I said was true, he ......"

Before I could finish speaking, the cadre in his early thirties coldly kicked me from the side, and I stumbled down on the wall and almost fell.

"Zhang Zichen, if you kid is not honest, I will arrest you now!"

In normal times, I would have to shout "why hit someone", but now I am speechless.

After all, I was a soldier of the battalion commander and the instructor, and before I figured out the situation, when I saw that cadre directly acting rudely to me, the instructor and the battalion commander frowned almost at the same time.

The instructor introduced to me: "Zhang Zichen, this is a senior officer of the security department of the regiment headquarters, I hope you can honestly explain the crimes of you and Fu Xiaojun, confess leniently, and resist the strict policy without me explaining to you again."

When I heard the word "crime", my calves were already trembling, and I thought to myself: Even if I spread rumors to confuse the public and say that a living person is a dead person, at most I am making a mistake and not a crime, right?

After seeing that the senior officer was actually from the security office of the regiment headquarters, I thought this matter was a big problem.

"Instructor," I pleaded with a sad face, "I ...... I really didn't lie to you, I ......."

Before I could speak, the senior officer raised his head and slapped me again, and said to me viciously: "You kid is not honest, I will handcuff you now!"

With that, he reached out and removed a pair of handcuffs from his waist.

I almost peed at the sight of those handcuffs.

People who lived in that era knew that once someone made a mistake, people first had to distinguish between the contradictions among the people and between the enemy and ourselves.

And in the locality, even if they criticized the bullfighting ghosts, snakes, gods, and the rich people against the bad right, and even escorted them to the execution ground to be executed, they were only tied up, and this high-ranking official actually used glittering handcuffs on me, and the contradiction between the enemy and us was certain, and I don't know what heinous crime he had committed.

I really cried, after all, I was just eighteen years old, and I was a member of the Komsomol before I joined the army, so how could I become an enemy of the people in a daze?

"First ...... Long, I really didn't do anything bad...... What's bad?

Senior officer's eyes widened, and he raised his hand to grab my wrist, but the battalion commander, who had been silent, couldn't stand it anymore, and he patted Senior Officer on the shoulder: "Old Gao, wait a minute." ”

Only then did the senior officer retreat to the side with a fierce expression.

Suddenly, I saw a stream of blood flowing out of the brim of the officer's hat, like a thick stream of red paint, but he didn't realize it.

This book was first published in Reading Books