To be honest, I was very curious about this "sound spectacle" on the mountain, and on two occasions, I deliberately chose a thunderstorm day and stayed in a small chain express hotel at the foot of the mountain, in order to listen to the kind of shouting and killing on the ancient battlefield hundreds of years ago.

But the effect is very bad, is to be able to faintly hear the sound of drums, shouting, but because the thunder and rain were too loud at that time, and the hotel is still far away from the place where the battle really took place, so the feeling is not too obvious, but I heard a tattered old man nearby said that he was stupid and bold when he was young, and he had climbed to the mountain on a thunderstorm day to listen, the sound was terrible, like there were really thousands of troops and horses, fighting and shouting around you, and there were terrible screams, but you could only hear the sound, but you couldn't see anything, It was a weird feeling, and it was terrible.

However, the old man who collected the tatters also reminded me very kindly, don't rush up the mountain in a thunderstorm, that place is a high lightning strike rate area, his only thunderstorm on the mountain, he saw a fireball fall from the sky, fell not far from him, and scorched a large area of trees and grass, that is a lightning strike. Every time after a thunderstorm, trees or grass on the mountain are scorched by lightning strikes.

Sister Li's cousin agreed with my conclusion that the reason why the blind man chose to appear on the mountain on a thunderstorm day may be related to the extremely tragic war, and he further explained that according to the psychology of war, the psychological impact of a tragic war on people is extremely profound.

There are many World War II veterans in the United States who suffer from Alzheimer's disease, and their illness is very serious, and they don't even know their relatives around them, but when they mention the tragic war they experienced back then, many of them will still have a deep impression.

If the blind man had participated in that tragic war, it would have left a deep imprint on his memory, which would have had a series of effects on his behavior. In the event of a thunderstorm, he is likely to go up the mountain because of special emotional factors.

To my creep, the tall blind man may be hiding in the vicinity, and with his masterful camouflage skills, maybe someone who passed us by. The reason why he has never been far from the local area is because he is guarding the loyal bones of the Ming Dynasty soldiers here?

I really want to go to the mountains on a thunderstorm day and wait for the blind man to appear, get close to him, see if he is the grandfather Gao I have been in close contact with, and ask him about the experience of this strange person, which will be 10,000 times more wonderful than any novel or movie in the world. But I also know that this is just a thought, and there is no possibility of it being realized.

Although you can't go to a thunderstorm, it's okay to go on a regular basis.

One day, Sister Li and I made an appointment with my cousin to go to the mountains to find out. I've actually been to this mountain once or twice, but when I learned more about this mountain and the blind man, all of them seemed to feel different.

In fact, because of the war between the Ming and Qing armies, because the age is too old, there are no traces of it. Although it is recorded in the history books, at that time, this mountain almost became a "corpse mountain", and the corpses covered the entire mountain. The maggots on the corpses were piled up more than a foot high, and the maggots on the top layer often fell down and made a rustling sound like fried beans. It was hell on earth.

The wonderful thing is that although the war at that time has left no other traces, it has "recorded" the sound of the live battlefield on the stone. There is a large cemetery on the mountain, which is indeed the tomb of the local anti-Japanese generals and soldiers, and it has nothing to do with the Ming army and the Qing army for a long time.

The scenery on the mountain is very good, Sister Li and I and my cousin, while walking in the shade of the trees in the mountain, enjoying the cool mountain breeze, and listening to my cousin talk endlessly, telling all kinds of interesting historical allusions, very comfortable.

We walked into the cemetery of the anti-Japanese soldiers and martyrs and sat down to rest in a pavilion. Sister Li thoughtfully took out a few cans of drinks from her bag and distributed them to my cousin and me.

Although my cousin is over seventy years old, he is in very good shape because he exercises regularly, and he has walked in the mountains for so long without a trace of tiredness.

"Your old man's body is good enough, better than mine, I've been tired after walking for so long, and you're still in good spirits," I said sincerely.

My cousin just smiled faintly: "Actually, my health has not been very good, when I was young, I was frail and sickly, until the first two years, my body was getting worse, and I had a mild cerebral hemorrhage, but thanks to that person, I have been less sick in the past two years, and my body has been getting better and better."

I looked in the direction of my cousin's finger, and it turned out to be a tombstone not far away, and the tombstone said "Tomb of the patriotic general Wang Zhengkui" Wang Zhengkui? Isn't it the Kuomintang general Wang Zhengkui mentioned when my cousin told the story of the blind man last time? Could it be that he later died on the battlefield of resistance against Japan?

The old man saw me with a puzzled face, and said with a smile: "That's right, it's the Wang Zhengkui I mentioned last time, but he died last year, and in order to commemorate his exploits in the Anti-Japanese War, the provincial ** department specially approved him to be buried here."

"Then you must have had any dealings with Wang Zhengkui? Surely he didn't ask him much about the mysterious blind man, right? Sister Li also asked curiously.

The cousin nodded silently, looking at the tombstone of Wang Zhengkui, as if he was caught in the memories of the past again. In the shady and secluded pavilion surrounded by green hills, Sister Li and I were immersed in the wonderful world told by my cousin.

My cousin and Wang Zhengkui met four years ago. At a commemorative meeting of the victory of the Anti-Japanese Resistance, Wang Zhengkui, as a guest, was invited to speak on the stage, and his cousin, as a person from the cultural circles, also participated in that meeting. When the host reported the name of "Wang Zhengkui", his cousin was immediately shocked, and when he studied the anecdotes of the blind man, he was too familiar with the name "Wang Zhengkui".

Could it be that this Wang Zhengkui is the one recorded in the book who had direct contact with the blind man? Is it the same name and surname? But in terms of experience and age, this Wang Zhengkui is almost completely consistent with the one in the book.

My cousin, in curiosity and excitement, finally managed to get to the end of the meeting. I couldn't wait to go over and say hello to Wang Zhengkui, but coincidentally, Wang Zhengkui was still a loyal reader of his cousin, and Wang Zhengkui had read several books written by his cousin, and he had paid attention to this work as a hometown party very early. And the cousin knocked on the side, asking about Wang Zhengkui's hometown and experience. In the end, it was confirmed that this Wang Zhengkui was the one mentioned in the book.

The two hit it off at first sight and had a good conversation.

After all, my cousin is a cultural person, and his mind is very careful, and he didn't rashly ask about the blind man at the beginning, because this mysterious blind man's body is shrouded in too many taboos and secrets, and he is afraid that if he talks about this from the beginning, Wang Zhengkui will have resistance, and there is no way to further understand it.

To my cousin's surprise, in fact, this Wang Zhengkui has always lived in this small county town! I didn't even know it. Since then, my cousin often visited Wang Zhengkui, and it would take hours for the two old men to meet and chat. But my cousin was very cautious, and always felt that the time was not ripe, so he never took the initiative to ask about the blind man.

It is more about Wang Zhengkui's combat experience on the battlefield and the Japanese army. Wang Zhengkui not only has an education in a formal military academy, but also has so much actual combat experience, so when he talks about fighting, he talks endlessly.

Once, when the two of them were exercising in the park, looking at Wang Zheng's burly figure, my cousin jokingly asked: "General Wang, with your size, is the target relatively large, and if you are also on the battlefield, the chance of being shot is much greater than that of a small soldier, so it is really not easy for you to survive the rain of bullets."

Wang Zhengkui laughed when he heard this, but replied very seriously: "This is the most intuitive feeling, some people think that the smaller a soldier is, the smaller the chance of him being shot." Is that really the case? There is some truth to this.

Once, on the way to the march, when he was swept by Japanese planes, both sides of his padded jacket were pierced by bullets, but because he was thin and small, the bullets only pierced through the fat padded jacket. If his body had been a little stronger, these two bullets would not have just "passed through his jacket".

Thin people are indeed less likely to be shot. For example, Sichuan soldiers who are agile will have a better chance of surviving than tall soldiers from other provinces who are also participating in the war.

But in addition to the size of the person, the emotion during the battle can affect a person's survival on the battlefield even more.

The two extremes of excessive fear and excessive "fear" can easily cause the fighting individual to die before he or she can fully realize his or her combat potential.

I used to have a company commander under him, and for some reason, before the battle, there was a sluggish and sad look on his face. In the course of the battle, he knew that there were Japanese soldiers in a room, but he still rushed in numbly, and was killed on the spot.

If we do a psychological analysis of this company commander, his mental state during the battle is very problematic: there is an inexplicable boredom and sadness mixed with psychology. And this negative mental state will inevitably lead to sluggish reactions, and a decline in concentration and judgment.

When I was studying at CSKA in the past, an American instructor once told us that if we are in a state of great boredom and sadness, we will become absent-minded and sluggish in our reactions to the things around us. The efficiency of work and the error rate will be greatly increased. If there is such a situation on the battlefield, the result is very deadly.