"Huh" Wang Zijun squatted on the top of the mountain, smoking the "seized" Chinese cigarettes like an addict. I haven't tasted it for a long time, and a puff of smoke enters the trachea from the nasal cavity, making it so refreshing that Wang Zijun feels like eating ice cream on a hot day in August.

The place where Wang Zijun was located at this time was the closest to the mainland in the area controlled by the Kuomintang. On the opposite side is Xiamen Jiaoyu, the distance between the two sides is only two kilometers, shouting can be heard without a loudspeaker, and it doesn't take long to swim past.

It's not that no one has swam.

Not long after the Kuomintang retreated to Taiwan, the mainland took the lead in setting up a radio station to shout messages to this side, and it also brought many orphans and widows to cry over there. As a result, in the cold winter, there were really Kuomintang soldiers on the island who could not resist the temptation of their families, so they used the upside-down cauldron as a steel helmet and swam over regardless of the rain of bullets.

Of course, these people who returned to the mainland had to be criticized as spies of the national army during the special period.

"When will I be able to set foot on that land again?" Wang Zijun looked at the other side stupidly, and felt an indescribable homesickness.

"The Yangtze River, the Great Wall, the Yellow Mountain, the Yellow River,

In my heart a thousand pounds,

whenever

Everywhere,

The same as ...... heart"

Wang Zijun sang in a low voice, and couldn't help sighing: Alas, they are all descendants of Yan and Huang of the same clan and clan, why do you need to make trouble with me?

"Good song." Stationmaster Jin stood behind Wang Zijun, looked at the other side with his eyes, and said in a low voice.

Wang Zijun was shocked, and the stationmaster Chongjin smiled: "It's getting dark, and the broadcast is about to start, right?" Quite a few words"

"It seems to be raining tonight, I'm afraid it won't be sown." Stationmaster Jin looked at the sky, sat down next to Wang Zijun, got a piece of Jinhua ham for Wang Zijun, opened the bottle of Moutai, and said, "Taste it, it tastes very positive." The brothers over there were also reluctant to eat, so they brought it to us, so we didn't waste it. ”

Wang Zijun said curiously: "Collect the things on the opposite side like this, don't you care about it?" ”。

Stationmaster Jin smiled: "It's just a matter of opening a blind eye, didn't we also send them?" ”。

Wang Zijun became more and more curious and asked the reason. After stationmaster Jin's explanation, I learned that since the initial confrontation, the garrisons on both sides of the strait have gradually become familiar with each other, and the language used in broadcasting has also become civilized. Since the beginning of the previous year, at the request of Premier Zhou, the People's Liberation Army (PLA) has also increased its weather forecast program, and after each broadcast, it will say: Taiwan compatriots, I wish you a good night.

Finding that the general shouting was useless, the Nationalist army first used balloons to distribute leaflets, and later did not distribute leaflets at all, and directly distributed daily necessities, especially during the difficult period on the mainland, the rice "airlifted" by Kinmen to the opposite broadcasting station was almost worth the supplies there.

The People's Liberation Army advocates self-reliance, and naturally refuses to show weakness, and after reporting to the superiors, it began to return the gift, but most of the "mail" is some local specialties, and only once or twice a year can it be brought to Moutai and China.

"So Mr. Wang, you're lucky," Stationmaster Jin said, "Moutai wine and Chinese tobacco are the most expensive, and I think I just had supplies over there, so I have to give them a radio another day." The commander said that he couldn't lose the face of the national army, so he had to press that side. ”

Wang Zijun laughed when he heard this, he really didn't expect the relationship between the national army and the communist army here to be so good.

Station Chief Jin said: "It's not easy over there, many fishermen and some soldiers can't afford to eat, so they have fled to Hong Kong." ”

Wang Zijun asked, "How many years has Stationmaster Jin been here?" ”

Stationmaster Jin said: "More than ten years, I came here in the third year of the communist army's bombardment of Kinmen. ”

"I haven't been back to Taiwan in between?" Wang Zijun asked.

Stationmaster Jin smiled: "What are you going to do when you go back?" My wife is on the other side of the sea, and my wife is the aboriginal of this island. ”

"Have you ever thought that one day you will be able to go back to the mainland?" Wang Zijun asked.

"Shhhh ”

Wang Zijun nodded and said, "I can save it." ”

At this moment, the sea breeze was fierce, and Wang Zijun felt a few raindrops falling on his neck. The voice of the People's Liberation Army on the radio on the opposite corner island sounded: "It's thundering, it's raining, the brothers of the national army on the other side, come out and collect your clothes." ”

"It's raining, Mr. Wang, go back quickly, so as not to catch a cold." Stationmaster Jin stood up, and after speaking, he ran to the broadcasting station, complaining while running, "Return his ** weather forecast, it will rain before the forecast, Lao Tzu already knows." ”…,

Wang Zijun ran with Stationmaster Jin, and halfway through, he heard Qiu Xuemei's voice on the radio on his side, but it was Chairman Jiang's "Letter to the Military and Civilian Compatriots of the Whole Country": "The military and civilian compatriots of the whole country ......"

It's raining today, and the effect of the radio is not good, so it stands to reason that you will not use the radio to shout.

However, as soon as Qiu Xuemei broadcast here, the other side of the strait also took action, calling on the brothers of the national army to revolt and surrender, swim over to ensure personal safety, and those who are willing to go home are also responsible for the travel expenses. After finishing speaking, he began to play songs such as "Dongfang Hong" and "On the Golden Mountain of Beijing".

Qiu Xuemei also got up and played her own song "Unforgettable".

Someone on the People's Liberation Army side immediately shouted on the radio: "Brother of the National Army on the other side, please change the song "Serving the Country with Loyalty", this song sounds soft and boring." ”

Wang Zijun happened to return to the broadcasting station at this time, and almost burst out laughing when he heard the words of his uncle in the People's Liberation Army, but he didn't know that Qiu Xuemei in the broadcasting room was so angry that she almost smashed the microphone.

Songs were played on the radio on both sides of the strait, and a "symphony" began to be sung, but Wang Zijun felt that what he saw and heard was very warm, and it was much more cordial than the political propaganda of the Kuomintang and the Communist Party.

Put it on, the People's Liberation Army is estimated to be the record player broken, and there is no movement after a piercing friction sound, Wang Zijun even vaguely heard a low curse on the radio: "Damn, why is there something wrong with this shitty thing?" ”

Qiu Xuemei immediately shouted on the radio: "The communist soldiers on the other side, abandon the darkness and turn to the light, as long as you come over, the government of the Republic of China will give each of you a brand-new record player." ”

The People's Liberation Army on the opposite side replied: "Sisters of the national army on the other side, the record player doesn't want you, let's sing a song for you, comrades, sing with me: ** All soldiers should keep in mind, three disciplines and eight points of attention." First, all actions should be commanded and marched in unison in order to achieve victory. Second, I don't take a stitch from the masses, the masses support and like me......"

There were four or five big men on the radio with the rough sound of broken gongs, and there was also the piercing hum of the inferior horn, and the announcer here covered his ears and shouted: "It's hard to hear it, it's hard to hear it."

I wipe, this is the legendary sonic attack Wang Zijun covered his ears and sighed.

When I arrived at the broadcast studio, I saw Qiu Xuemei's face full of iron. The live singing on the opposite side completely covered the momentum here, and she naturally couldn't compete with the big men on the opposite side as a woman, and she didn't know what to do for a while.

"Zijun, you can take charge of it, I'm a little tired." Qiu Xuemei saw Wang Zijun coming in and immediately kicked the ball to him.

Wang Zijun walked over and sat down with a smile, patted the microphone and coughed twice: "Hey, hey, hey, the communist brothers opposite, can you hear me?" Hey, hey, hey......"

After repeating both sides, the terrifying singing over there finally stopped, and one person said in Sichuan dialect: "Can you hear it, you baby is new?" Does it sound familiar? ”

Wang Zijun was happy, and replied in Sichuan: "Hello Sichuan fellow, my name is Wang Zijun, and I sang "Serving the Country with Loyalty". ”

"It turns out that you're wow, you sing hey, do you want to sing "Dongfang Hong"?" Asked from the other side.

How dare Wang Zijun say that he can: ""Dongfang Hong" can't be sung, or I'll sing something else for you." ”

"No, no, you don't know how to sing "Dongfang Hong", I'll teach you, I'll learn it in two ha." The opposite side induces.

"Count the ball, if you sing "Dongfang Hong", you want to cut off the skull, and I will throw it to the skull to eat the Jinhua ham you sent. Sichuan folks, listen well, I'll sing you my new song, called "Men Should Be Self-Improvement". Wang Zijun sang in the broadcast studio as he spoke, "Arrogant in the face of thousands of waves, hot blood is like the red sun, courage is like iron and bones like steel, the mind is hundreds of feet, and the vision is thousands of miles." I work hard to be a good man, to be a good man, to be self-reliant every day, hot-blooded men are brighter than the sun......"

Heavy rain was falling on the silent sea, and it was pitch black all around, except for the light from the radio stations on both sides of the river. Wang Zijun's heroic and powerful singing voice crossed the strait and the rain, and clearly transmitted to the other side of the sea.

In addition to the PLA, local fishermen also got up from their beds and ran to the windows to listen carefully. For them, in addition to fishing and farming, the biggest entertainment is to listen to the beautiful songs on the radio opposite.

"Good, good, good, this song sounds good, it's sung by a man. Come here, fellow of the communist army, I will teach you to sing "Dongfang Hong". You are so good at singing, come here, maybe Chairman Mao and his old man will meet you. The other side continued to flicker.

Wang Zijun said with a smile: "No need, Dean Jiang has already met me, so don't bother Chairman Mao and his old man." Why don't you bring someone over, I have more than 10 big houses in Taipei, and one person will give you one. Drink wine and eat meat every day, you can also sing and watch movies, and you have to listen to dramas, and there are also Sichuan operas in Taipei. ”

"Capitalists are all black-hearted, I can't imagine that you are also a capitalist. I advise you to behave in your own way, not to be the class enemy of the people, to strive to change your mind, to become a glorious proletariat, and to make your own contribution to the great cause of human liberation. The other side shouted.

Wang Zijun said with a smile: "I'm sick, I don't have to become a proletarian if I have money." Isn't life bad over there, I'll fly you some good things over another day, keep them for you, and let you open your eyes. ”

"Bourgeois enjoyment is a depraved way of life, it is on the opposite side of the people, fellow countryman, you are careful to be happy and sad."

"Eh, don't play curses, I have money that I earned with my hard work, come here, I'll entertain you."

Wang Zijun and the PLA opposite complained to each other in Sichuan, especially Wang Zijun from time to time to make a funny "Trump", which made the people in the broadcast room laugh.

This political task does not seem to be as difficult as he imagined, Wang Zijun thought to himself......