In the autumn of that year, Zhang Weiping returned to the compound of the military region from the Fangmagou Brigade. The sunshine in the autumn of that year had been very good, shining warmly on Zhang Weiping's body. He was wearing a white-washed military uniform, and the mask was pinned to the clothes on his chest, and the snow-white mask straps were clearly crossed on his chest. It was not yet the season to wear masks, but in 1975, almost everyone in urban and rural areas, men and women, as long as they were fashionable young people, had a white mask, not to wear it on the face, but to hang it on the chest, completely for a necessary embellishment.

In the autumn of 1975, Zhang Weiping, a young man from the countryside, was already the director of the Revolutionary Committee of the Fangmagou Brigade, and Zhang Weiping had just turned 20 years old this year. Zhang Weiping was filled with an unprecedented passion in his heart that autumn, and he stood in the military compound that had been separated for three years, feeling that the military compound that used to be very big in his heart had become much smaller in his eyes at this time. His heart is big, big. He remembered the words of the old man Mao: The countryside is a vast world and there is a lot to be done. At this time, Zhang Weiping looked at the military compound that gave birth to him and raised him with the mentality of a successful person.

He looked at everything in front of him, both familiar and unfamiliar, small two-story buildings made of red bricks, the front and back of the houses were overgrown with creepers, the creepers at this time were no longer green, the leaves were withered and withered, and only the branches of the creeper were still stubbornly attached to the walls. The leaves of the sycamore trees in the courtyard also fell to the ground, and only the willows still had the last hints of green.

It has been three years, and this is the first time that Zhang Weiping has returned to the military compound. Three years ago, when he was escorted out of the military compound by his father's guards and secretaries, he was determined never to return to the compound, which suffocated him. His father, Deputy Commander Zhang of the Military Region, also annoyed him. At that time, when the car drove out of the military compound, he did not look back. He left the military compound before graduating from junior high school, and he was not yet 17 years old that year, but his body was already full of blood. At that time, the place he longed for the most was Vietnam, and although the slogan "Resist US Aggression and Aid Vietnam" had not yet been openly put forward, he could still smell such a breath at all times when he grew up in the compound of the military region.

His father, Deputy Commander Zhang, was a man with little education and could barely read any documents, so he asked his secretary to read them to him at home. It was at that time that Zhang Weiping began to understand the battlefield in Vietnam, and finally he began to be fascinated by Vietnam. The Vietnamese people, under the leadership of Ho Chi Minh, launched an exciting guerrilla war in the jungle and in the villages.

Zhang Weiping, like all boys in that era, yearned for a hot and passionate war! In the eyes of adults, war is a struggle between blood and fire, life and death, but in the eyes of children, it is an exciting and mysterious game. Zhang Weiping was deeply attracted by the Vietnam War. Since he was in elementary school, he began to read comic books, such as "Little Hero Rain", "Little Soldier Zhang Ga", "Plain Guerrilla", "Railway Guerrilla", and "Honghu Red Guards", etc., there are heroes in all revolutionary stories, such heroes make the young Zhang Weiping excited and imaginative. At that time, he lamented that he was born at the wrong time, if he was born 20 years earlier, maybe there would be no "rain coming" and "Zhang Gazi", and he would also become a little hero.

Zhang Weiping was very dissatisfied with the name given by his father, Wei Ping, the meaning of defending peace. It's all peaceful, and there's no point in war without it. When he was very young, the troops were preparing for war, today they practiced defense, and tomorrow they will pull the troops to the mountains to conduct drills, at that time, Zhang Weiping was excited, and the situation of war was about to break out in his eyes, but day by day, year after year, the days were still peaceful. The war didn't really start. The most recent war was in North Korea, when his father, a deputy military commander, also went majestically, and his father accidentally gave birth to him after returning from North Korea. Before he was born, he already had two brothers and two sisters, and it stands to reason that four children were enough. But with the end of the war, his father gave birth to him again in a fit of excitement, and he called Xiao Wu at home. He wasn't happy with this sorting, but what could he do?

The war in Vietnam made his blood boil, and he learned about Vietnam and the years of artillery fire from his father's papers. The eldest brother, Zhang Xiangping, was 28 years old that year, served as a soldier in the Kunming Military Region, and was a company commander of an antiaircraft artillery battalion. Zhang Xiangping went to Vietnam, hid in the jungle of Vietnam, and used anti-aircraft guns to hit American planes. The eldest brother was injured by the American bomb in the jungle, and died of excessive bleeding before he could be sent back to China.

When my father listened to his secretary read the documents to him, a picture of my brother hung on the wall, and my brother was wearing a military uniform, with a grim expression and bright eyes, as if my brother had seen an American plane.

In Zhang Weiping's eyes, his brother Xiangping is almost tall and perfect, his brother is more than ten years older than him, his brother has been an adult since he can remember, and the year his brother left as a soldier, he left him a slingshot. My brother is a master of playing with slingshots, and even birds in the sky can shoot down. He remembered that once, his brother used this slingshot to knock down a sparrow in the sky, and his brother didn't even return his head after beating the sparrow, and when he picked up the sparrow, the sparrow's head was bleeding and it was still carrying body temperature. At that time, the elder brother in Zhang Weiping's eyes was simply a hero. Later, my brother left as a soldier. My brother came back a few times during this period, and my brother was an adult in the real sense of the word, wearing a military uniform, and his collar badge and hat badge were reflected on his face. When my brother returned home, he always talked to his father and the adults, and didn't say anything to Zhang Weiping. Sometimes he put a big hand on Zhang Weiping's head and patted it caressingly, and then said: Little brother, when you grow up, go with your brother to be a soldier. He listened to his eldest brother and cheered.

Once, when my brother came back from Kunming, he brought Zhang Weiping a whistle made of anti-aircraft machine gun shells, several shells were welded together, and my brother could blow beautiful tunes, such as "Song of the Guerrillas" and "March of the People's Liberation Army", but Zhang Weiping couldn't blow it, so he could only blow the sound of "woo". The elder brother came and went, and when Zhang Weiping got the news of the eldest brother again, the elder brother had already sacrificed.

The people from the Kunming Military Region brought my brother's military uniform with bullet holes, as well as a group photo of the whole family. The photo had been stained red by my brother's blood, and it was a family photo from my brother's last visit to the house, which my brother always carried. My mother was a military doctor in the outpatient department of the headquarters, and my mother fainted from crying that day, and was carried to the outpatient department for infusion and rescue. His father locked himself in the house alone, and Zhang Weiping heard his father's cow-like cry through the crack in the door. At that time, he couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was.

After a few days, the family returned to normal, saying that normal was not normal, and the mother was often in a daze and cried alone. The father seemed to be preoccupied, walking around the house alone with his hands behind his back, and Zhang Weiping found that there were many more gray hairs on his father's head. His brother died, Zhang Weiping hid in the bed and shed tears for his brother, he made up his mind to avenge his brother. From that moment on, Vietnam became the place he was most fascinated by.

Zhang Weiping, who was in junior high school, had already learned to read maps, and in the textbook he saw that Vietnam was very close to Kunming, and if he wanted to go to Vietnam, he had to go to Kunming first.

In the summer of his second year of junior high school, Zhang Weiping climbed on a train. After coming to Kunming, he realized that there was still a long way to go to Vietnam. But he met several children like him in Kunming. These people are from Beijing and Chengdu, they are all children of the army, and their idea is the same, that is, to set up a death squad after crossing the border to shed the last drop of blood for the early victory of the Vietnamese people.

They were found in the jungle on the way to Vietnam by PLA fighters and sent back. Zhang Weiping returned to the military compound after leaving home for a month and five days, when the school was already on vacation, and when he returned to the compound, many classmates came to watch, and they could hardly recognize his former classmate Zhang Weiping - his hair was very long, and he had lice, he was black and thin, and his clothes were in tatters. It was that day that his father, Deputy Commander Zhang, beat him to tears with a loud slap. The sins and grievances he suffered for so many days did not make him cry, and his father's slap completely shattered his dream of going to Vietnam. Shocked, puzzled, and confused, he didn't think he was wrong. Why did his father beat him, he wanted to avenge his brother, he wanted to avenge those Vietnamese, he wanted to liberate the Vietnamese people in dire straits, what was wrong with him?

After that experience, the parents urgently consulted, and the result of the negotiation was that he would no longer be allowed to go to school. They were going to send him to his father's hometown and let him go to the countryside. According to his mother's words: Wei Ping can't stay at home anymore, and I don't know what will happen if I stay any longer!

There is only one reason why his parents did not send Zhang Weiping to the army, that is, he is still too young. My father said that the army is not a kindergarten, so don't throw your face at me to the army. In his father's imagination, Zhang Weiping would do many embarrassing things. Send him back to his hometown, where the meat rots in his own pot, and no one else knows. In the summer of that year, his father's secretary and guards escorted Zhang Weiping to his father's hometown Fangmagou Brigade, and Zhang Weiping became an intellectual young man who settled in the queue.

As a result, my father's prophecy was wrong. Three years later, Zhang Weiping has grown into the first director of the Fangmagou Brigade.