Survivor of the Battle of Tierekti (novella) Zhang Baotong 2015.11.25

preface

This year, the purchase price of small red peppers has risen to four yuan a catty. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 However, in the year when the purchase price of the small red pepper was still one yuan, I had a big business with the sole survivor of the Sino-Cycadic Lekti War. It was during that business that I listened to him tell the whole story before and after the Sino-Sutie Lekti War. And it's this story that led to our hundreds of tons of sale.

July is the hottest season of the year in Changsha, and it is also the golden season for chili pepper purchases. Hunan, Sichuan and Guizhou are the largest provinces in terms of chili pepper consumption, so Changsha, Chengdu and Guiyang have become the top three markets for chili pepper purchase and wholesale in the country. The Changsha Mawangdui Agricultural Products Wholesale Market is the largest distribution center for the purchase and wholesale of chili peppers in Hunan Province, and almost more than 80% of the peppers in the province have to pass from here.

That year, I happened to be exporting a batch of good quality red peppers to Japan, ranging from hundreds of tons to nearly 1,000 tons. I calculated that if the business is doing well, I can make at least two or three hundred thousand.

That afternoon, I sat in my office at Agricultural Products Co., Ltd., smoking a cigarette and drinking tea, looking online at the purchase prices of small red peppers across the country. At this time, a man in his forties and fifties came into my office. I asked him who he was looking for. He said he was looking for me. I saw that this man was about 1.7 meters tall, his expression was no different from that of an ordinary peasant, his appearance was simple and honest, and he spoke with a strong Henan accent, so I asked him what he was looking for me. He said he had a large batch of small red peppers that he wanted to sell to me. I asked how the quality was. He said that they are all of Shangcheng quality, which is produced in Zhecheng, Henan. As he spoke, he took out a small plastic bag from his purse and showed me the small red pepper inside.

As soon as I saw that the quality of this little red pepper was really good, and it was produced in Zhecheng, I asked the price. He said it would cost at least one yuan a pound. I shook my head and said no, at most nine dimes a pound. He said that if it was nine dimes a catty, he would not be able to make money, because the goods had to be transported from Shangqiu, Henan, to here, and it would cost a lot of freight.

When we are in the chili business, we usually have to let the buying station gnaw some bones when we eat meat, and then let the pepper farmers drink soup. But I can't let you eat the meat, let me gnaw the bones. I don't think so, but our locally produced red peppers don't need to be transported long distances. So, the price should have an advantage over yours. But he said that their little red peppers are better quality than our local small red peppers, and they are also famous. I said about the same, even some people can't see it. Who eats chili peppers and asks where they are produced?

He thought about it, and said to me in a pleading tone that what he bought in Henan was seven dimes a catty, and if he sold nine dimes to me, and the wages and car wages were planed, it would be equivalent to being busy for nothing, and he didn't make any money. I said I don't care where you got it from, I only charge nine dimes, and I don't want more.

Perhaps my tone was more resolute and made him feel non-negotiable. He hesitated for a moment, sighed, and left.

However, it wasn't long before he returned. He said he walked around the market and thought he still wanted to do this business with me. As soon as I heard this, I sat him down on the couch and poured him a cup of tea.

He picked up the cup, took a sip of tea, and said to me in a sincere tone, it is not easy for everyone to do business, you let a little, I also let a little, how about we take a middle number? I said you want nine corners and five points? He nodded and said, I'm gritting my teeth and earning hard money.

I'm totally okay with the price, but I want him to keep haggling. Because a pound loses five cents, one ton is 100 yuan, and 100 tons is 10,000 yuan. I said, nine and a half cents is still a bit too expensive. The price we buy locally is only star anise at most. He said, no, I've asked everything, and the purchase price here is nine jiao. It's just that the amount you want here is relatively large.

I still shook my head and said, no, I won't ask for less than nine dimes. Moreover, there have been calls from several purchasing stations, scrambling for me to collect their goods.

I saw that he still didn't want to go, so I knew what he thought. So, I drank tea and ate betel nut again, and made a calm and careless appearance to show him. I thought, if you don't leave, we'll soak up time to see who can hold the position in the end.

He saw that I refused to bargain, and seemed to be in a hurry, but he didn't want to leave, so he talked to me about something else while drinking tea. He asked me, "Have you ever been a soldier?" I asked, "How do you know?" He said, "Look at the way you talk and walk." I said, I have been an armed policeman for two years, in Mianyang, Sichuan. He immediately said, I also served as a soldier, but I was in Tacheng in northern Xinjiang. I saw that his sitting posture with his chest slightly held was far from the demeanor of a soldier. But I heard that he served as a soldier in Tacheng, so I said that in 1969 there was a border conflict called the Battle of Tierekti. Because of this, ** was very annoyed, and scolded Long Shujin for insulting our military prestige and insulting our country's prestige. I heard that this matter has been kept strictly secret for many years and has not been known to the people, but after the 9.13 incident, Long Shujin was implicated, and the Tielekti incident gradually became known.

As soon as he heard this, he lowered his head for a long time, sighed, and said, I am the only survivor of that battle. When I heard this, I was amazed and asked, "What's your name?" He said, My name is Yuan Guoxiao. As soon as I heard this, I looked at him carefully for a while, and said, "Are you the only survivor of that battle?"

He nodded affirmatively and said, yes. To convince me, he pointed to a scar on the corner of his mouth and said, "Look, I have shrapnel here, and it's been removed." Then, he pointed to a scar next to his nostril and said, "But the shrapnel is still there." Then he lifted his clothes again, pointed to a large bullet mark on the right side of the rib for me to see, and said that it had been pierced by a bullet. I was wearing four layers of clothing, but all of my clothes were soaked with blood.

I looked at the bullet marks on his face and body, listened to his story, and said in great amazement, "You are really fatal, you will not die!" He said, "I fainted right then." When I woke up and saw that I had become like this, I thought I was probably alive. However, I didn't expect it to be a big disaster. That's why we are today. However, for many years, I thought that it was better for me to live than to die.

Why do you think that? I looked at him with a look of surprise and bewilderment, and I thought that even if it was a soldier, there was no one who wanted to die or live. I know that the root cause of the Tierekti incident was a military retaliation orchestrated by the Soviet army after its defeat on Zhenbao Island. It is said that after the battle of Zhenbao Island, Chairman Mao gave instructions to Xinjiang, saying that there might be an accident in the direction of Xinjiang, but it failed to attract Long Shujin's attention. In fact, ** had privately confessed to his subordinates that it would be good to maintain a moderate degree of tension on the border to increase the prestige of the army. Therefore, Long Shujin, commander of the Xinjiang Military Region, did not pay much attention to the tense situation on the Sino-Soviet Tielekti border at that time, thinking that it was just a threat from the Soviet army, and did not take decisive measures, which eventually caused such a tragedy.

He said: Due to the large number of Soviet troops, more than 300 infantrymen, more than 10 armored vehicles and some T-62 tanks, and two helicopters were dispatched to besiege our positions and carry out heavy artillery bombardment of our positions. Our border guards are equipped with light weapons. Because the open terrain of the patrol area was unfavorable to us, on the top of a small hill on the bare and unnamed high ground that was only seventy or eighty meters high, there were neither fortifications nor vegetation to cover it, and the position was clearly exposed to Soviet fire. Soviet artillery fire was constantly shelling our positions, and we had to rely on rifles and submachine guns to return fire. Our center-wing cover group and patrol numbered 29 men and were besieged on unnamed heights, while the left-wing cover group, right-wing cover group and reserve were separated by enemy armored vehicles on other hills and could not be reinforced. We were left in a situation of isolation, and under the bombardment of the enemy's heavy artillery fire, the empty nameless heights turned into bloody slaughterhouses.

I said that the situation at that time was a one-sided massacre, but you did your duty as a soldier, you are worthy of the country, and the people will not forget you.

Hearing this, he was not comforted, on the contrary, tears welled up in his eyes at once. After a long time, he let out a long sigh and said, "My comrades have all died, but I was captured after I fell into a coma." As he spoke, he bowed his head deeply and said sadly, at that time, I really wanted to die on the battlefield and sacrifice my life for the country, but fate did not give me such an opportunity.

I was a former soldier, and of course I know what it means to be captured as a soldier. But I still persuaded him to say, don't think so much, everyone else is dead, and you can be considered lucky in misfortune that you survive.

But he shook his head and said, people must live with dignity and face, but I live, what I feel is humiliation, how many years, who to tell with a stomach of grievances and bitterness?

I continued to persuade him that it was better to live than to die. People die, everything is gone. Otherwise, you won't be able to do business with me. As I spoke, I said to him in a very respectful tone, "Brother, tell me what you were doing." With that, I handed him a cigarette. He lit a cigarette, took a deep breath, and began to tell me about the battle.