Chapter 7: After the Capture

"I have thought many times that I would be honored and become a hero in battle; I also thought that if I died on the battlefield and became a martyr, I would make my parents and family glorious, but I never thought that I would be captured by the Soviet army. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Even if I had thought that I would be captured by the Soviets, I would have died with the enemy by detonating the last grenade.

However, no one knows the outcome of the battlefield. It often unfolds in front of your eyes in unexpected ways, leaving you surprised and surprised, but also frustrating and helpless.

I was hit on the head by a Soviet shell on an unnamed high ground and fell unconscious on the spot. I don't know when, my mind seems to be a little conscious, and I still have the scene of a fierce battle between the two sides, and I feel like I am still fighting on the nameless heights. Gradually, I heard the sound of a huge machine engine and felt my whole body vibrate. I

When I tried to open my eyes, I was surprised to find that I was being lifted from a helicopter by some Soviet soldier wearing a large cap. The Soviets put the stretcher that carried me on the platform, and on either side of the platform were the rails. I didn't understand what the Soviets were babbling in Russian. It was then that I came to my senses: I had been captured by the Soviet Union.

I was in terrible pain, especially the corners of my mouth and face, and the right side of my chest, as if I was picking at it with a sharp knife. I realized that I had wounds to my face, the corners of my mouth, and my right chest, and that the blood had soaked through all four layers of clothing I was wearing. It was early afternoon, and the weather was unusually hot, so hot that I couldn't breathe, and my throat and eyes were smoking.

So, I said to the Soviet soldier standing next to me, 'Comrade, give me some water.' As soon as I finished speaking, I heard someone next to me struggling to speak to me in a very difficult tone. Say, 'Don't call them comrades, they are our enemies.' As soon as I heard this, I realized that it was Wen Binglin, a cameraman from the Central News Documentary Film Studio, who was speaking to me. He was wounded all over the waist and covered in blood, but his mind was still clear. Hearing this, I felt very ashamed: How can I not distinguish between enemies and enemies, and call the enemies of the Soviet Union and Xiu comrades?

Next to us were two wounded men who were being carried by the Soviets: Pei Yingzhang, the 38-year-old deputy station chief, was the most seriously wounded, his neck was pierced by bullets and his body was soaked in blood, but he never made a sound. Another is a veteran, Jing Changxiong, who has a serious brain injury and keeps shouting 'water, water, water', apparently, he is in a semi-comatose state.

The Soviet soldier brought me water from a cup and lifted me up to give me a drink. I was so thirsty that my lips were so dry that my throat and eyes were so dry that I couldn't speak. However, what Brother Wen just said echoed in my ears. I thought of the strong and unyielding revolutionary spirit of Sister Jiang and Xu Yunfeng in "Red Rock", so I kept my mouth shut and resolutely refused to drink the enemy's water.

When Mr. Wen saw that I did not drink the enemy's water, he stroged vigorously and said to me in a praising tone, 'Good job, young man. Hold on, you have to fight Su Xiu to the end! Victory is ours. I have great admiration for this Wen reporter, who is 10 years older than me, and I feel that people's ideological consciousness is high and their revolutionary stance is firm, and I want to learn from him. I replied in a firm tone, 'I know, I must fight Su Xiu to the end.' ’

After a while, a train came, and we were carried onto the train. Also carried onto the train were dozens of wounded Soviet soldiers. The train runs through the endless mountains and forests. I was also asleep in a dizzy coma. I was in pain and couldn't move, but my thoughts were more painful than my wounds. I really didn't expect that I would be captured, and that I didn't end my life with the enemy. It's a pity, it's sad! I really want to die quickly, otherwise, if I am still alive, what face will I have to meet my comrades and relatives?

The train clattered day and night, as if it would never reach the end. I don't know how long it took, but the train finally arrived. I saw me, along with three comrades-in-arms, and dozens of wounded Soviet soldiers, being lifted off the train and onto the military vehicle. The military vehicle pulled us to a nearby field airfield, where we were put on a large helicopter. The helicopter flew for about an hour before it slowly landed, and then we were taken by military vehicle to a large hospital along with the wounded Soviet soldiers.

When I arrived at the gate of the hospital, the car stopped. Outside the car window, people surrounded the large mouth of the hospital, shouting and screaming, and it was very chaotic. There were also many journalists with cameras and photographic equipment in the crowd, who blocked the military vehicles to see us captured "Maoists". Soon someone dispersed the crowd and the car entered the hospital.

We were lifted out of the car and saw that the hospital's lobbies and walkways were crowded with reporters. They had cameras and wanted to take pictures of me. I covered my face with my hands and didn't let them take pictures. When I got to the hospital, I was carried into a room that wasn't too big. There are two beds in the ward, and there is a table in the middle of the bed. A Soviet soldier was sitting at the table watching over me.

When I entered the ward, before I left the stretcher, several soldiers and female nurses came to take off my military uniform. However, the uniform had long been soaked with blood, and after a long time of coagulation, it had become very hard, and it was very tightly glued to the body, especially the wound on the right chest, and the clothes and wound had been tightly glued together. Therefore, it is difficult to take off the clothes. So, the female nurses began to wring my military uniform with scissors. I tried to stop it, but I didn't have the strength to speak, so I watched helplessly as they cut my uniform into pieces and strips of cloth, leaving me with only a pair of shorts. Then, they brought out a hospital gown for me to wear. But I didn't know it was a hospital gown, thinking that the Soviets wanted me to wear their clothes, so I struggled to wear them. When they saw that I was dead or alive, they refused to wear me, and there was nothing they could do, so they carried me and put me on the hospital bed.

Then a large group of men and women came into my room, some with cameras, some with tape recorders, and some with pens and notebooks, almost filling the room. Before I could see them, someone flashed at me. When I saw so many reporters, I was shocked, thinking that I am now a prisoner of the Soviet army, and if I am thin and small, with a wounded, swollen and deformed face, let them take pictures and publish them in the newspapers, how much face should I give to the Chinese border guards, and it will be too damaging to the dignity and military prestige of the country. So, I immediately put my head in the quilt and covered my head with the quilt to prevent them from taking pictures. When the reporters saw me like this, they stayed in the ward for a while and then left.

There were two people guarding me in the ward, one was an older Soviet soldier, like one of their squad leaders, a big man, with a fierce face. That morning, he brought me some newspapers to read. The newspaper was in Russian, which I couldn't read, but there were a few pictures in the newspaper. The photo shows the submachine guns, bullets, grenades and anti-tank weapons captured by the Soviet army, as well as Chairman Mao's quotations, flashlights, radio stations, briefcases, and group photos of our border guards, and even more than 20 bodies.

Seeing this, I knew that this was my comrade-in-arms who fought together on the hopeless heights with me, and my heart was very sad. At this time, the big man Su Jun pointed to the photo and questioned me in a strong tone. I didn't understand what he was saying, but I knew he was accusing me and questioning me with these pictures. I want to say to him, it's you Soviets who are deceiving the people of the whole world. However, I didn't speak Russian, and he didn't understand Chinese, so I glared at him with disgust and disgust, and then turned my face to the side, ignoring him.

But when he saw that I had not only ignored him, but also glared at him with his eyes, he slapped me on the head and yelled at me. I got annoyed and spat at him. The phlegm spat in his face, and he was also annoyed, and it was a few punches in my face. Because I had just woken up from a coma, I was full of pain and weakness, and I couldn't fight back, or I would have fought him hard. I yelled as hard as I could, 'You shit, Russian hair. ’

The next morning, as soon as I woke up, I heard someone shouting at me, 'Yuan Guoxiao'. I felt a thrill in my heart, wondering who was calling me? However, I saw that there was no one else in the ward, only the big Soviet soldier sitting at the table opposite me, looking at me. I can't help but wonder, how did he know that my name was Yuan Guoxiao? But I suddenly remembered that on the title page of my quotation from Chairman Mao, there was the words 'learn from Yuan Guoxiao' written by Li Lianxiang. That's when he heard about my fearless behavior towards the Soviets while on patrol, and he wrote it like this.

Obviously, it is wishful thinking that the Russian Maozi wants to use this method to find out my real name. I acted as if I didn't hear and continued to face the ceiling. Seeing that I didn't react, that Maozi walked up to me and shouted to me, 'Yuan Guoxiao'. I gave him a disdainful look, then turned away from him. He looked bored, yelled at me twice, and walked away.

After a while, the little guard came to change shifts, brought me food, put it on the table, and asked me to sit up and eat. Rice and fried potatoes and fried onions were delivered. It's pretty much the same as the meal we eat at the border station, except that we all have a bowl of vegetable soup when we eat rice. However, I heard that the Soviets ate bread instead of rice. But why did they send me rice and stir-fry?

Because this little man is not much older than me, he seems to be very kind to me, and he is always looking for me to talk to me when he has nothing to do. However, I still ignored him, for I was afraid that he was seducing me and trying to buy me off by getting close to me, so that I could spy on me.

When I had finished eating, he brought me a picture of a Russian girl, who was very young and beautiful, very much like the Tonya I had seen in the film "How Steel is Made". He pointed to the picture and said something to me with a fluttering eyebrow. Because I didn't understand him, I thought he was using beauty tricks on me. Because I've heard that the KGB of the Soviet Union is the best at using beauty tricks to corrupt and win people over. So, I ignored him and turned my face to the side. It's not fun to make him good.

That afternoon, I was staring blankly at the ceiling when suddenly he ran up to me, put his finger in front of me, and gestured to me and said something to me. But I didn't know what he was saying, so I didn't pay much attention to him. Soon, the door was burst open by a group of people, and I saw that the reporters were coming again. I immediately understood that he was reporting to me. I hurriedly got under the covers and covered my head, so that the reporters still couldn't do anything. Through this, I have a good impression of the little guard, but I still ignore him. Because I must always be on revolutionary vigilance, and I cannot lose my revolutionary position just because he is kind to me.

However, as I was asleep that day, some reporters came in. When I heard the movement, I opened my eyes and saw someone taking pictures of me with a camera. I thought that if I was so thin and had gauze on my face, it would be detrimental to the image of our 700 million people if they took pictures and published them in the newspapers, so I hurriedly covered my face with my hands and prevented them from taking pictures. When they saw that I was not allowed to take pictures, they questioned me in Chinese.

A Japanese man said to me, 'You're not a soldier, you're a Red Guard.' I didn't want to reason with him, but when he said this, I couldn't help but answer him, or else I would have acquiesced. I unceremoniously asked him, 'How do you know I'm not a soldier, I'm a Red Guard?' He said, 'You're only a teenager, not yet a soldier.' I pointed to the little Soviet guard and said, 'Ask him if I am a soldier or a Red Guard.' So the Japanese spoke a few words to the little guard in Russian, and then, nodding at me, he said, 'At your young age, you should go to school, not be a soldier.' I said, 'I want to be a soldier and defend my country.'" Then he said, 'You Japanese devils have invaded our country, and I don't know how many of us have been killed and how many things have been robbed of us.' If we don't join the army and defend our country, then our people will once again become your slaves and be shot and killed by you at will. Hearing this, the Japanese shook their heads helplessly.

At this time, another foreigner said to me in Chinese, 'I am a reporter from AFP, and I want to ask you, are you fighting against the Soviets, are you afraid that they will have an atomic bomb?' I said, 'They have atomic bombs, but our spiritual atomic bombs, armed with Chairman Mao's thoughts, are much more powerful than theirs.' ’

Then I was asked, 'How did you get captured by the Soviets?' When I heard this, I felt very humiliated, and I did not want to answer him, so I threw my head into the quilt and covered my head.

When the reporters left, the little guard sat across from me and said to me in very stiff Chinese, 'Your name is Yuan Guoxiao?' I shook my head, said to him in English, 'No, my name is Lee Daozhi.' Because I learned a few words of English when I was in school. The little man Su Jun nodded and said, "Oh, your name is Li Daozhi." ’”