On a snowy night in December 1992, more than five months had passed since I came to the headquarters of the Construction Corps in Qinghai. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Thinking back to signing up for the army on campus, I miss Hu Yang's assignment a little bit.

Goose feathers and heavy snow flew outside, and the bleak wind blew through the flat tile house, blowing the snow on it all over the sky, but fortunately it was still warm in the house, and a few of our recruits were bragging and farting around the stove, and I sighed and thought that the comrades who were standing guard at the entrance of the department would be miserable when they encountered heavy snow for several days, and then I withdrew my eyes from the window, and I heard someone calling me behind me.

"Hey, Bamboo!"

The swarthy man put on a military coat and roasted his hands and shouted: "Why are you hiding over there alone, come over and talk about the fire together, don't be so unsociable, we are not bullied by that group of veterans enough, come on, discuss the matter of huddling together for warmth." ”

This person's name is Pang Zhi, originally a white and fat person, and he became like this in less than a month after coming down to the company, I heard that his father was an official in the capital, so he came down to experience the experience of gilding or something, when he first came, he was more arrogant, and no one looked down on him, and he was directly trained a lot by the geographical environment of Qinghai in a few months.

"Don't listen to Pang Zhi."

The one who spoke was a thin black man sitting on the bed wrapped in a quilt, named Zhang Yuan, also a recruit, his hometown is Yixing, Hubei, and his personality is quite good, except for his quick temper. He said: "He's getting his father's bad fault, there shouldn't be intrigue in our barracks, it's all bloody men, just fight back." But you still come and listen, the story told by Qi Jianguo just now is good, it's very exciting. ”

I shrugged my shoulders, walked over and sat down by the stove, roasted my hands and asked, "What kind of story can scare people in broad daylight?" ”

"Just listen to it." Qi Jianguo said and retold the story again.

It turned out that the story was told to him by a letter from a good brother of his, who was a soldier in Anyang, Henan, and said in the letter that there was a strange story circulating in their troops, saying that in 82 years, the military region was preparing to train militia live-fire exercises in Linxian County, but there was a strange incident, and the comrades in the patrol squad came to report at breakfast, and all their weapons were gone, including bullets and grenades.

You know, no matter what time period, any country, these are very big things, not to mention that this is a country with weapons control. So the matter was big, and before the instructions were given, the guard company was followed by the sentry company, and the news that all the weapons and bullets were missing came from the sentry post one after another, and suddenly the camp seemed to explode, and you must know what it was to lose weapons in the entire military camp, and the squatting number was light.

The chief of staff and the commander who were notified hurried from the hotel, and before they entered the camp to appease the soldiers, they found that the gun in the holster on their waist was missing, and knowing the seriousness of the situation, they hurriedly called the commander of the ordnance department and opened the armory.

Machine guns, mortars, dozens of boxes of ammunition and grenades are all gone.

Soon at noon that day, a secret force came from above, isolating all of them for review and news blockade, and even blocked the entire Henan traffic arteries as quickly as possible, checking passing vehicles, and even setting up cards for investigation on the large and small mountain roads in the mountains, but there were no clues whether it was the scene or other surrounding digging.

To this day, this is still a headless public case, and it is also a supernatural incident in Anyang that many people don't know.

After listening to the story told by Qi Jianguo, even Zhang Yuan and the others, who had heard it once, couldn't help sighing, Pang Zhi rubbed his hands and said, "Good guy, you must have encountered a ghost." ”

Zhang Yuan wrapped himself in a quilt and shook his head: "I don't think it like, where are there any cows, ghosts, snakes and gods after breaking the four olds, and besides, the barracks are all hot-blooded heroes, and the yang energy is so heavy, what kind of ghost dares to approach?" What's more, he unknowingly removed all his weapons? We are soldiers in the new century, and we are all soldiers of the people, how can we believe in superstition? I'm willing to believe that aliens did it. ”

"Yo, I can't see that our Zhang Yuan is still a science fiction fan." Pang Zhi glanced at him in a strange way, it was obvious that this guy was used to others revolving around him, and he couldn't see anyone objecting.

I was a little unaccustomed to this guy's tone, glared at him, and said: "Everyone eats in a pot and sleeps in a room, don't bring your bad problems in the capital, we are comrades-in-arms, the kind that fights back to back, it's best not to hurt your feelings, if you have any opinions, say them directly, don't turn around and talk." ”

The carbon in the stove popped a few times, and the room suddenly fell silent, and Pang Zhi pouted and didn't open his mouth with a stinky face. At this time, Zhang Yuan poked out his head and laughed to break the silence, and said: "Why don't I tell you a story, it's our Qinghai, it's absolutely true, I also overheard the old company commander talk about it, don't be more mysterious about the supernatural incident in Anyang, but if you want to be specific, you have to ask the company commander in person." ”

"Speak quickly, speak quickly! I'll hear it. Qi Jianguo dragged his chin and urged vigorously.

Zhang Yuan organized a sentence before he began to speak: "Everyone knows what our construction corps is doing, in the early years, it was still laying tracks on the Qinghai section of the railway, that is the plateau laying tracks, not to mention the length of the whole line, and the altitude sickness is very strong, what the old company commander said happened in those years, saying that after the laying was completed, but because it was not able to overcome the problems of frozen soil, lack of oxygen and fragile ecology, it was suspended for a period of time, and during that time, people who inspected the railway often heard the unnatural shaking of the tracks. It's like a train coming by, it's not just one person who is aware of it, it's hardly a person on the night shift who doesn't know it.

If it's just like this, it's not surprising, it can also be explained by the geographical environment, but one night, when the rails shook again, I thought it was similar to the original, so I didn't feel at ease, but then the next scene, so he almost couldn't breathe, on the other side of the distant mountain, a pair of white tile train headlights, roaring along the railway, when the body rumbled away from him, I saw with my own eyes that the carriage was pitch black, and the position where the flashlight had been illuminated, only a strange black shadow was crowded.

The train came and went quickly, and the patrol members who came to their senses hurriedly called the station, but the reply they received was that even Xining currently has no train to Lhasa, Tibet, let alone leaving the station. The next day, the patrolman fell ill, and in a vague way, he was still convinced that the train he had seen was real. ”

I didn't know if the room was getting stuffy or if I was scared, but there was no story more terrible than what happened to me.

"That's it?" Pang Zhi said disdainfully.

Zhang Yuan said: "Not mysterious enough? Okay, I'll tell you the story of the Tibetan corpses. ”

"Don't!" Qi Jianguo covered his ears and said: "I'm on duty tonight, just bypass me, I'm afraid to think about these strange things in a daze." ”

The door creaked open, and the cold wind outside the door squeezed the snow through the crack in the door, and everyone in the cold room shivered. The person who pushed the door in was the squad leader, He Miao.

"Excuse me from telling your story?" Seeing our bitter and hateful expressions, He Miao laughed, threw the cotton gloves on the table, poured a glass of boiling water and held it in the palm of his hand, and then drank solemnly: "All of them, stand up." ”

As soon as he heard the order, everyone stood up reflexively, Zhang Yuan put his head on the bed board of the upper bunk, rubbed his head and grinned crookedly in the aisle.

"The company commander has given us a mission." After a pause, He Miao smiled and said, "This is the first task of our class, we must complete it!" Everyone packed up and set off at three o'clock in the afternoon, aiming for Huahaizi. ”

"Yes!" There was a roar in unison in the dormitory.

After the disbandment, I lay on the bed, feeling a little excited, I had been in the Qinghai company for so long, and I could finally go out on a mission.

My name is Xia Zhu, and I come to Sichuan, which is known as the land of abundance, and today will be my first day as a soldier in Qinghai in the true sense of the word, and it may be an unforgettable experience for me.

PS: Burial of the dragon is reopened, and strive to write a book that can be understood by both new and old readers. Again, this is a novel where tomb robbery and mythology coexist.