As the battle drew to a close, sporadic gunfire continued, the positions were filled with gunsmoke, and the trenches were littered with corpses.

There were about six or seven remnants of the Vietnamese army in the tunnel, and I led people to block all the exits, and I shouted at the mouth of the tunnel: "Ye Bu Song Gong Ye, Song Kuan Red Poison Soldiers!" ”

The rest of the soldiers also shouted together: "Also Bu Song Gongye, Song Kuan Red Poison Soldier!" Also Bu Song Gong Ye, Song Kuan Red Poison Soldier inside! (Vietnamese: surrender the gun and do not kill, preferential treatment of prisoners, at that time, the front-line combat units were issued with a field manual, which contained some commonly used Vietnamese words with Chinese characters indicating pronunciation, such as: Gang Du Nai Lai, which means to raise your hands, and Bu Ku Stay Yi Nai Lai, which means to raise your hands and not move.) These are used to capture the enemy and persuade them to surrender, and some of them are used to propagate our army's policies and speak to the Vietnamese people, in fact, in northern Vietnam, there are many ethnic groups, and the official language of Vietnam is not as popular as Chinese, and most Vietnamese soldiers can speak Chinese. ）

The Vietnamese, surrounded by clusters, replied with a shuttle bullet in the depths of the tunnel.

I threw the steel helmet on the ground and scolded: "his little *** ancestor, and he still refuses to let Lao Tzu be captured alive." Turning his head to the fighters standing behind me, he gave the order: "Cluster grenades, flamethrowers, all together to the little ***." "Cluster grenades and flamethrowers are the most effective means of dealing with a recalcitrant enemy in a tunnel bunker, first with a large number of grenades and then with flamethrowers.

Bundles of grenades were thrown into the tunnel, and after a series of violent explosions, the Chinese soldiers pressed flamethrowers against the hole and slammed into the hole.

The smoke and the smell of burnt human flesh were so smoky that I led the way into the pit with my submachine gun in hand, and I wanted to see with my own eyes what these little skinny chicken-like Vietnamese cubs were burning

In the tunnel, more than a dozen charred corpses of Vietnamese soldiers were scattered inside, and it was no longer possible to distinguish whether they had been killed by the explosion or burned to death.

I found a large bundle of cluster grenades in the innermost part that had not yet exploded, and I hurriedly ran out with my soldiers, but it was too late, and with a dull explosion, my body was shaken down by the wave of impact, my eyes were dark, and I felt that my eyes were covered with a layer of mud, and I couldn't see anything.

I was desperately clutching with my hands, and I was in an indescribable panic, when my wrist was grabbed, and someone said to me, "Comrade, wake up, are you having a nightmare?" ”

I opened my eyes and looked around, the two train attendants and the full carriage of passengers were staring at me, all with smiles on their faces, and I realized that I had just dreamed, and let out a long breath, still haunting the nightmare just now.

I can't imagine that I can dream when I take the train home, and this time I will lose my face. I smiled awkwardly at the group, this was probably the most ugly smile I've ever had in my life, but luckily I couldn't see my face without a mirror.

When the flight attendant saw that I was awake, he told me that I was about to arrive at the terminal and that I was ready to get off the train. I nodded, squeezed my luggage to the place where the two carriages were connected, made it on my luggage, lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, still thinking about those comrades on the front line.

Wearing a military uniform without a collar badge and cockade, not to mention how twisty it is, you can't walk anymore. How will I explain to my father when I go back? If the old man had known that I had brought the troops back, he would not have beaten me to death with a belt.

Ten minutes later, I arrived at the station, I walked to the door of the house and walked around, did not dare to enter the door, wandered aimlessly on the street, thinking in my heart how to make up nonsense, to confuse the old man.

It was getting late, twilight, I went into a restaurant to get something to eat, and I was shocked when I saw the menu, I hadn't eaten out at all in all these years, why is the food so expensive now? A plate of fish-flavored shredded pork costs six yuan, and it seems that my demobilization fee of more than 3,000 yuan is just enough to eat 500 servings of fish-flavored shredded pork.

I ordered two bowls of rice and a plate of diced chicken, and asked for a bottle of beer, and the young waitress insisted on recommending me some stuffy prawns, I didn't want to live or die, she scolded in a low voice, rolled her eyes and snorted and turned to serve me food.

I don't want to be like her, I've been a soldier for ten years, I've sweated and blooded, born and died, it's worth 500 pieces of fish-flavored shredded meat, and it's a bit laughable to think of it. But then I thought about it, compared with those comrades who died in the snowy mountains on the battlefield, what qualifications could I have for not being satisfied?

At this time, another guest came in from outside, he wore a big toad glasses that imitated those imported from the United States, and I saw that he was very fashionable at the time, so I looked at it twice.

The man saw me, too, looked at me for a long time, and came over and sat down across from my table.

I thought to myself, what's the matter with this person, so many empty tables don't go, if you have to come and squeeze something with me, is it a hooligan trying to find me trouble? you***, it's scratching my itch, I'm holding my breath, and I'm trying to find someone to fight, but looking at his appearance is a little familiar, most of his face is covered by a big toad mirror, I can't remember who this person is for a while.

The man pushed the big toad mirror on the bridge of his nose and said to me, "The king of heaven covers the tiger." ”

I said in my heart why this word is so familiar, so I replied casually: "Pagoda Town River Demon." ”

The other party asked again: "Why is your face red?" ”

I replied with a big thumb and said, "I can't find my daughter-in-law in a hurry." ”

"Why is it white again?"

"I'm scared to marry a tigress."

We both hugged each other at the same time, and I said to him, "Little fatty, you didn't expect the Central Red Army to come back, did you?" ”

The fat man was about to cry excitedly: "Old Hu, our Red Army in all aspects has finally met again in northern Shaanxi." ”

In the past few years, we have also sent many letters, but we have never met each other thousands of miles away. I didn't expect to meet in a restaurant as soon as I returned to the city, which was such a coincidence.

The fat man's father was much more official than my father, but unfortunately he didn't stand up to it during the Cultural Revolution and died in the cowshed. A few years ago, the fat man returned to the city and found a job, and after working for more than a year, because of a fight with the leader, he became a bad man, and poured pop song tapes from our side to the north.

I haven't seen each other for many years, and the two of us are so drunk that my face is red and my neck is thick, so I forgot about making up nonsense, and when I got home, I drank and told my father what happened, and I didn't expect him to be angry, but happy. I thought to myself that this old man, the older he gets, the lower his consciousness becomes, and he is happy to see that his son does not have to go to the front line.

The job assigned to me by the Rehabilitation Office was to go to a food factory as the deputy chief of the security section, but I stayed in the army for too long and didn't want to live a regular life like going to and from work, so I didn't go. Partnered with the fat man to go to the north to do business.

Time flies quickly, and we have entered the 80s, we are all more than three, but the business is getting more and more bleak, not to mention saving money to marry a daughter-in-law, eating is about to become a problem, often have to find the family to ask for money to solve the urgent need, according to the Third Plenary Session, the whole country has basically solved the problem of food and clothing, but I feel that the two of us are still living before the liberation, exploited and oppressed, not enough to eat and wear.

The weather was fine on this day, the sky was cloudless, the two of us wore a pair of sunglasses, wore big bell bottoms, pushed a tricycle on the street of Beijing, set up a board on the car, filled with tapes, took a broken tape recorder and pulled the two broken horns to play Taiwanese pop songs at that time.

A bespectacled female student came over, picked it for a long time, and asked us, "Is there a king who is strong with Selis?" ”

We have sold this before, and it was sold out two days ago, and the fat man said to her with a smile: "Oh, I said sister, what age is this, and you still listen to their songs, do you listen to Teresa Teng's Qianbaihui Zhang Aijia?" Let's go back and listen to a few plates, and promise Chairman Mao that it will sound as good as it wants. ”

The female student saw that the fat man did not look like a good person, so she turned around and left.

The fat man complained and scolded endlessly: "This stupid, pretending to be fucking stiff, and still fucking wants to listen to the golden shuttle and silver shuttle, and the girl looks like a fucking shuttle." ”

I said, how do you speak now, and your accent has changed to Beijing? It's hard to speak Mandarin, pretending to be a native of the capital. It's too difficult to do business in Beijing now, so let's go to Xi'an in a few days.

The fat man wanted to justify that his ancestors were from Beijing, but before he could say anything, he suddenly pointed to one end of the street and shouted: "**, the industrial and commercial people are coming to sweep, hurry up." ”

The two of us pushed the tricycle and ran away, turning around and running to a street, I looked around, how did we unconsciously run to the Panjiayuan antique market?

This street is full of old things, and even the old Chairman Mao's portrait badge and red treasure book are collected. Like all kinds of bottles and cans, old clocks and old pocket watches, old embroidered shoes worn by three-inch golden lotus, piles of copper coins, snuff bottles, all kinds of old furniture, pipes, calligraphy and paintings, carved research platforms, pen and ink yellow paper, old pipes, cricket jars, porcelain, lacquerware, gold, silver, copper, iron, tin, all kinds of jade and all kinds of jewelry, as long as it is an old thing, there is basically everything.