In the spring of that year, because they felt the threat of international hostile forces, the top level of the Chinese Government constantly carried out strategic readjustments, expanded the size of the armed forces, prepared for war and famine, dug deep holes, and stockpiled up a large amount of grain.

When I went back to the city to visit my relatives, I was told an inside source that my parents' problems would soon be clarified by the organization, proving that my grandfather was not a landlord, but that he was a middle peasant, so it was only a matter of time before they were released. At this time, due to a large number of conscriptions in the People's Liberation Army, an old comrade-in-arms of my father asked me to enlist as a "back door soldier".

My father's comrade-in-arms, Uncle Chen, was the chief of staff of the military division. In that year, the Ninth Corps entered the Korean War, and on the icy Gaima Plateau, more than 100,000 volunteers surrounded the 1st Marine Division, the most elite of the US Army. The large number of aerial bombs and napalm dropped by the US air force turned the sky in the middle of the night into daylight, and braving the fire barrier formed by the US steel barrage, the volunteers launched wave after wave of charges......

In that brutal battle, my father braved the low temperature of minus 20 degrees Celsius to carry the seriously injured Uncle Chen out of the pile of dead, and when they arrived at the ambulance, their bodies were frozen together by the blood on their bodies, and the nurse used scissors to cut the flesh and skin before separating. The friendship between them can no longer be measured by the words "friends of life and death", and the historical problems of my parents are almost solved, and now it is not difficult for a divisional chief of staff to arrange for the son of an old comrade-in-arms to join the army.

Uncle Chen asked me what kind of soldier I wanted to be a soldier, and I said that I wanted to be an air force, and I heard that the pilots had good food. Uncle Chen smiled and gave me a brain adze: "How can a fighter plane be so easy to drive." You kid will send me to the field army, train hard for a few years, and then transfer you to work in the military region organs when you are promoted. "I said that I would go back to work in the agency, forget it, I am still willing to stay in the grassroots army, and I am not used to staying in the office.

I wanted to go back to the Ganggang camp and say goodbye to the little fat swallow, but time did not allow it, so I wrote a letter to them, and I felt that I was sorry not to go, and I went to the army to be a soldier, leaving a good friend to cut the queue in the ravine. But I didn't have this feeling after three months, and then I realized how comfortable it was to be an educated youth in the mountains.

I was assigned by the conscription office to a unit that was about to be reassigned as an armored division, but I didn't expect to make a mistake, and just after three months of hard work in the recruit training camp, the Central Military Commission ordered this unit to be transferred to the 62nd Dao Squad Station in the Kunlun Pass on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, and the whole division was reorganized into an engineering unit.

Actually, it is not surprising to say that the situation at that time was that the troops of the whole country were digging holes to carry out civil air defense construction, and all kinds of holes -- air defense, ammunition reserves, strategic concealment, and so on, and there were almost no units in the whole army that did not dig holes. Our mission is to build a huge underground combat readiness facility in the depths of the Kunlun Mountains, and although the purpose of this facility is not clearly announced to the soldiers, anyone with a little brain should be able to guess it. There are secrecy regulations in the army, so everyone never talks about it. It is also rumored that after completing this engineering mission, we will be assigned back to the sequence of the field army.

Kunlun Pass, also known as Kunlun Pass, is 4,767 meters above sea level, and belongs to the "permafrost desert landform" from a geological point of view, which is composed of complex metamorphic rocks that were strongly corroded in ancient times. From top to bottom, our division knew nothing about civil engineering construction except for digging trenches, so the unit sent many engineers and technicians to guide the work and conduct intensive training for the commanders and fighters for five months. As an advance team, one of my squads took the lead in heading south through the Frozen Spring into the deepest part of the vast Kunlun Mountains, and our task was to find a suitable hidden place for construction.

The unfrozen spring is located on the north bank of the Kunlun River, also known as the Kunlun Spring, the granite slab circles the pool wall, the clear spring water in the pool gushes out continuously for ten thousand years, even in the harsh winter it never freezes, no one knows where the spring leads underneath. The higher authorities conveyed discipline and ordered the soldiers not to bathe here, because the local Tibetans regarded the unfrozen spring as a sacred spring and often worshipped the spring water. In the past, when Tibet was first liberated, the army entering Tibet passed through this place, and at that time these regulations had not been issued, and three soldiers bathed in the spring, and they all drowned in the spring, and the cause of death was said to be because the spring water contained a large amount of sulfite, and their tombs were placed at the military station not far from here, and the last supply station of our team was also located there.

Finally entering the Kunlun Mountains, almost all of them developed severe altitude sickness. Everyone's faces turned purple, their eyes blurred, and we all seemed to hallucinate. The majestic hills and ravines of Kunlun are like silver-gray dragons rolling forward, and our team of more than ten people is not as good as a small ant in this majestic mountain range.

On the way to the march, I remembered the book handed down by my grandfather, which once said that the Kunlun Peaks 5,000 are the ancestors of the dragon veins in the world, and these mountains from the ancient times to the present, I don't know how many secrets are buried in them, and according to legend, the mausoleum of King Gesar, the hero of Tibetan myths and legends, and the gate to the demon kingdom are hidden in these undulating mountains.

The task of the advance team was to find a suitable site for the construction, accompanied by two engineers, a surveyor, and a geological surveyor, who abandoned the car and marched in the mountains for two whole days, and the next day at dusk everyone set up tents to rest, and scattered snowflakes fell on the lead-clouded sky, and it seemed that a heavy snowfall would fall in the evening.

The four engineers were all intellectuals with glasses, and one of them was a woman. They were far from adapting to the harsh environment of the plateau, lying in the tent panting, and listening to the sound made people worry about their little bones.

The company instructor and the squad leader were busy pouring water and medicine for them, persuading them to eat something, and the more they didn't eat, the more they would feel deprived of oxygen.

The soldiers are physically strong, and when they joined the army, they have experienced the training of ten kilometers of armed cross-country training in the new barracks every day, and their ability to adapt to the environment is very strong, and they have basically adapted to the hypoxic environment at this time. The fighters lit a campfire with special white briquettes fuel, gathered around to keep warm, and ate half-cooked somen noodles and compressed biscuits, because the altitude was too high for the water to boil, and the noodles could only be boiled until half-cooked.

Some of my comrades-in-arms who were familiar with me were the "big man" from Heilongjiang in northeast China, the Tibetan soldier "Gawa" who had enlisted in Tibetan areas, and Xiaolin, a 16-year-old Jilin communications soldier. We finished eating the noodles in two bites, gasping for breath and resting, feeling that the strength exerted by eating a meal on the plateau was simply greater than that of an armed cross-country march on the plains.

Xiao Lin rested for a while and said to me: "Brother Hu, you joined the army in the city and know a lot of things, can you tell us a few stories?" ”

The big man also echoed: "Oh, I said Lao Hu, it's too rare to listen to your chatter, the thief pulls hard, anyway, I have to do something in the class meeting for a while, and I can't rest in advance, so I will give the comrades a chat first." ”

Gava's Han dialect is not good, but he can understand it, and he wants to say something, he opened his mouth for a long time, he didn't remember how to say it, he just waved his hand at me, I guess he probably meant it, you can talk about it, and I will listen to it too.

I stuck out my tongue and said, "The air is so thin, why are you still so spirited?" Come on, since the comrades want to hear it, I'll talk in the vernacular first, and when the class leader starts to put on small shoes for me at the class meeting, you have to help me intercede. ”

Why do I say that, because our squad leader doesn't like me very well, he enlisted in the army from the countryside, and like a little daughter-in-law, he stayed in the army for five years before becoming a small squad leader. He especially can't get used to me as a ** "back door soldier", as soon as the class has a meeting, he asks me to speak, and he criticizes me a lot by seizing the loopholes in my speech, almost all of which form a fixed law, and make me angry, don't mention it.

But what should I say? I have read less than ten books combined, including four by Mao, one quotation, one dictionary, one "Red Sun", and one "Young Guard". But all of this is gone to them, and there is also this Feng Shui secret technique, I don't think they can understand it.

I searched my stomach, and finally remembered a book borrowed from Tian Xiaomeng when I went to the countryside to go to the countryside, which was a very popular folklore manuscript at that time, the content of this manuscript was mainly based on the deeds of the Plum Blossom Party, and also added a lot of anecdotes in the society at that time, including a story of a hundred beautiful women's skins, which left a deep impression on me.

The beginning of this story happened on a train from Beijing to Nanjing, and the female college student Zhao Pingping took the train to visit relatives in Nanjing, and the passenger sitting opposite her was a young and handsome PLA officer, and the two chatted intentionally or unintentionally. Zhao Pingping was overwhelmed by the young officer's demeanor and conversation, and during the conversation, she also learned that he had a good family environment and was highly educated, and Zhao Pingping even began to fantasize about marrying each other. Before he knew it, the train arrived at Nanjing Station, and the officer invited Zhao Pingping to sit in a restaurant near the train station, and during the meal, the officer went to make a phone call, and when he came back, he took out a letter and asked Zhao Pingping to help deliver it to his home in Nanjing, because he had an urgent task to rush back to the army first, so he couldn't go home first. Zhao Pingping agreed without hesitation, and then the two reluctantly parted.

The next day, Zhao Pingping went to the officer's house to deliver the letter, and it was an old woman who received her, and the old woman took out the letter and read it, and then warmly invited Zhao Pingping to her home and poured her a cup of tea. Zhao Pingping drank a few sips of tea and chatted with the old woman, when she suddenly felt the Venus in front of her spinning around, and she fainted and fell to the ground.

A bucket of cold water doused Zhao Pingping to wake her up, and she found herself naked and tied to a peeling stool, and the walls were covered with human skins. There were several people standing around, none other than the old woman and several of her men. She took the letter to Zhao Pingping and let her see it, and there was only one sentence on the letter: "Send the hundredth beautiful skin, please check." The old woman sneered and said, "You are dying, let you know that we are all hidden spies, and we skin women in order to fill them with explosives." A total of 100 human skins have to be prepared, and today I finally have enough of them. As he spoke, he took out a brake knife and handed it to one of his subordinates, the brake knife was a special knife for peeling, and the big man used the knife to cut the top of Zhao Pingping's head, in her screams......

As soon as I talked about Xingtou, I was interrupted by the second squad leader who came over: "Don't say anything, don't say anything." Hu Bayi, you're making nonsense again, now our class has a class discussion meeting, don't you like to say that little mouth, let's let you speak first this time? ”

I stood up and stood upright, and replied to him in the accent of the squad leader: "No, no, why am I wrong?" It's also the turn of the Ga Wazi to say that equality for all is the principle of socialism. ”

The second squad leader said: "Comrade Xiaohu, why are you talking so much?" I asked you not to learn to speak, I am the class leader, I let you say it, don't talk about what is wrong in absolute egalitarianism? ”

I looked at a few of my comrades-in-arms around me, they were all sitting solemnly waiting for me to speak, and Gawa stuck out her tongue at me while the squad leader was not paying attention. These pieces of material are too unrighteous. Now I can only find a step for myself: "Report to the squad leader, what are we discussing today?" You haven't said it yet, you don't say how can we speak? ”

At this time, the instructor came over, the instructor Li Jian was in his thirties, of medium stature, a very gentle person, a veteran of more than ten years, he treated the officers and soldiers very well, there was no arrogance, he came over and said to everyone: "Comrades are in a meeting? I'll listen to it too. ”

The second squad leader hurriedly saluted the instructor, and the instructor waved his hand and said that you continue, don't affect your discussion because of me.

The level of the second squad leader is very low, and he is very nervous when he sees the instructor next to him, and he doesn't know what to say, he may think that singing is relatively simple, so he said to the soldiers: "Comrades, let's sing a revolutionary song together to boost morale. ”

The warriors replied in unison: "Swollen! The instructor almost laughed when he heard it, and quickly pretended to cough twice to cover it up.

The second squad leader didn't hear anything ridiculous, raised his hands with a stern face, and made a musical commanding motion: "Comrades, I'll start first, Erlang Mountain, prepare, sing." ”

"Erlang Mountain, even if you are ten thousand feet tall, the People's Liberation Army is an iron-clad man, you are determined to break through, you are not afraid of the wind blowing, not afraid of the snow drifting, you want to build the highway to Tibet."

The snow in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, and the chorus of more than a dozen soldiers echoes in the white snow flying in the Kunlun Mountains, and I don't know whether it is the vast mountains and snows that set off the majesty of the military songs, or the songs of the soldiers embellishment the desolation and loneliness of the Kunlun Mountains.