I was born in a small town called Boketu in the Inner Mongolia Autonomous Region, which is the border between China and Russia, and there are four mountains in the town, south, east and west, which enclose the town into an iron bucket, and the town is located at the bottom of the barrel. The town is not big, it is more like a village, and "East and West Ditch, Upper and Lower Ridges, Maozi Tomb, and Youth Point" constitute the whole of the village.

The village has a population of less than 10,000, and several narrow dirt roads connect the houses of the village, and after the rain, the smell of mud and cow dung wafts through the air, and it smells a little fragrant. In addition to a few units of the railway, there are only agricultural production cooperatives, there are no minerals here, there are no resources, and the common people face the loess and turn their backs to the sky in the fields at sunrise and sunset.

When I was a child, because my parents were busy with work, I grew up in the grandparents of Boketu, and I was a troublemaker in the village, going up and down the mountain and down the river, chasing cats and dogs, and picking sticks and practicing martial arts with a few friends every day.

Xiaobing is my bare-cheeked doll, a black and strong boy, we are inseparable every day, I like to read books when I am a child, read more, understand more, so there are many eyes, some bad ideas are I came up with, Xiaobing is honest and honest, and listen to me the most, I have an idea, he didn't say a word and I go, we have planned and implemented a series of exploratory activities such as plugging the water outlet, fishing for chickens, stealing iron, etc., so in my hometown, we are honorably called "two evils", only 12 years old I have not understood what it means, When I grew up and listened to the story of "eliminating the three evils everywhere", I realized how much trouble our existence brought to the small village.

My grandfather has a yard where I have to grow my own beans every year, and I need trees to make bean racks, and I have often gone up the mountain with my grandfather to cut down trees since I was 10 years old, and that has become the time I look forward to the most, and legend has it that there are tigers, bears, wild boars and wolves and other fierce beasts on the mountain, but I have not seen it once.

We often went to Beishan, which was closer to home, to cut down trees, pick birch bark, tie a bundle of small trees with ropes, and carry them back to build a bean rack, and we grew up in this mountain with our grandfather when we were children. Later, when I got a little older and became more and more courageous, Xiaobing and I and a few friends began to climb the mountain by ourselves, and Beishan became an amusement park for us children.

At that time, the material was poor, of course, I and Xiaobing did not eat anything good, my neighbor raised more than 20 chickens, scattered in the yard, I stared at it for not a day or two, that day, I called Xiaobing, took a fishing hook from home and tied it to the fishing line, strung a snake, also called an earthworm, we were lying outside the fence, through the gap, looking at a big rooster, male and energetic steps, walking in the yard, I saw it closer, from outside the fence into the hook, just landed not far from the rooster, the snake on the top of the red and bright, Twisting on the ground, the big rooster saw that his eyes were straight, drooling, flapping his wings, and jumping over to peck.

We looked at the big and drooled, I slowly pulled the fishing line back, the big rooster followed the hook to approach us little by little, close, the big swallowed the snake, I pulled the fishing line upward, the fish hook hooked in the throat of the chicken, let it cluck, just can't make a sound. As soon as I tried to reel in the line, the chicken was dragged by me, and by this time the soldier had already pulled out the fence and took out the prepared nylon bag, and we both stuffed the chicken into the bag and ran straight to the north mountain.

There is a bunker on the top of the north mountain, I heard my grandfather say, there were Japanese devils at that time, and there were machine gun holes around the bunker, and we often played war games there, carrying wooden guns, imitating soldiers to charge into battle. The bunker was broken, but it was on the top of the hill, and when the wind rose, we hid in the bunker and looked through the machine gun hole at the trees outside and the river below the mountain.

We stole the chickens, called a few friends, everyone ran to the bunker to get the fire to roast the chicken, the soldier brought knives from home, some of the other friends took matches, some went to pick up branches, one kid even stole a handful of salt from home, I praised him for being thoughtful.

We plucked the feathers and lit the fire, and the blood was cleaned, and the naked ones were skewered with branches and roasted on the fire. A few of us sat in a circle around the fire, no one spoke, and a few pairs of little eyes stared directly at the chicken, and no one spoke, except for the crackling of burning branches and the unconsciously gurgling of our stomachs.

Because there was no oil, the skin of the chicken was a little mushy, but the meat inside was still bloodshot, but we smelled it really fragrant back then, and at that time, we didn't care about hygiene, so we went up and tore a piece of meat, chewed and chewed, and the little faces were blackened by smoke, with a mouthful of small white teeth, and we ate straight fingers.

After eating for a while, a little friend went out to relieve himself, and after a while, he ran back in a panic, shouting in his mouth, there are wolves!

The others had not yet arrived, but we were scared enough, and I could see through the hole of the machine gun that the sky was still bright outside, and the grass was twisted by the wind, and there was no shadow of a wolf at all.

At this moment, I heard him wail, and then there was no sound. A few of us looked at each other, but did not dare to move, the little soldier got up with a knife in his hand, trembling to look, I gritted my teeth, also pulled a stick from the fire, and followed.

The entrance to the bunker was a secret passage, barely a man tall, but at that time we were small and short, and it was very spacious to walk, but this secret passage was extremely dark, and although we walked many times, we walked carefully every time.

The little soldier held a flashlight in one hand and a knife in the other, and walked over slowly, and suddenly, a hole appeared in the ground of the dark passage in front of us.

"It's a flap!!"

There is a board hanging under the hole, we have walked in this secret passage dozens of times, the first time we know that there is a trap flap in this tunnel, it seems that the kid was scared just now, ran too fast, too hard, and touched the mechanism all of a sudden, and then fell. We have all seen this thing on TV, and generally there are guns underneath, and people have to be tied into hedgehogs when they fall.

The friends around me are very afraid, if someone dies, we all have to follow the lawsuit, I grabbed the flashlight and shone it downward, only to see that the people below were still moving, making a sighing sound.

We don't know how deep this tunnel is, and the children are timid and overwhelmed to get together. The soldiers and I were a little bolder, and we ran to the outside of the bunker, where was the shadow of a wolf? We dragged a dead tree trunk nearby, carried it to the dark passage, stretched it down, the little soldier was bold, he took a flashlight, climbed down the trunk, after a while, the little friend who fell and injured let the little soldier push up, but the little soldier did not come up for a long time, I lay on it and shouted to him for a long time, the little soldier climbed up, holding a bullet casing in his hand.

In our hometown, bullet casings are common, and although the village is small, it has been an important military town since ancient times, an important place connecting the Russian-Mongolian border, and there were battles here during the Russo-Japanese War and the War of Resistance Against Japan. When I was a child, this small village of less than 10,000 people still had a division headquarters stationed there, complete with tanks and artillery. Therefore, we have almost every military product such as bullets, bayonets, helmets, and military pots, and to this day, my grandfather's house still has three bayonets, all of which are left over from the anti-Japanese period.

When we saw the bullets, we didn't take it seriously, but the soldier said that it was too dark down there, it seemed to be a tunnel, and he didn't dare to stay longer, but he felt that there was a door faintly visible below, a particularly high door.

As soon as we heard that there was a Daomen below, we were all excited, the children of our generation, who grew up watching "Double Gun Li Xiangyang" and "Tunnel War", all had a dream of carrying a gun and fighting devils in their hearts. Bayonets and bullet casings are not uncommon in the village, but no one has ever seen the real guy, and it is said that we also have a militia here, and I think that his father was the militia captain in this village, and he was still one of the best sharpshooters. In the early years, every family had a gun, and then the militia was canceled, but the hunters in the mountains had double-barreled shotguns in their hands, and the I-shaped air guns could be bought in sporting goods stores. But the feel of a small caliber and a real gun pulling a big bolt is different, and we boys want to have a good time with a real gun.

"Let's bring a flashlight from home tomorrow, and then come over early, remember, don't tell Liu Xu and the gang." I commanded.

I was the head of the bunch, even though I wasn't the oldest, and I wasn't the tallest. But I love to be clever, and I can always think of some messy ideas to lead them around, so in the small village back then, these boys listened to me. Of course, this is also related to the small soldier's size, strong and calf-like, which little partner dares to question my authority, must first go through two tricks with him, this kid can lift the manhole cover by himself when he is 12 years old, and can afford a wheelbarrow wheel, just this time, the name shocked the village.

Liu Xu is my primary school classmate, his family lives on the other side of the mountain, he is the head of another group of children, and he is also one of the few children who can afford to go to school, because he is educated, he can count to 20, plus he has stayed three levels in a row, so he is very authoritative in that group of children.

The village is surrounded by mountains, our group lives at the foot of Beishan, Liu Xu and they all live on the other side of Beishan, most of their parents are farmers in agricultural production cooperatives, and their family conditions are poor.

And Xiaobing and I are both children of railway workers, although we are also quite poor, but we can finally wear clothes and afford to go to school, which has become a thorn in Liu Xu's side. Those children were ruthless at a young age, and once when we went up the mountain to steal potatoes, we had a fight with them, and we didn't take advantage of the advantages in size, age, and numbers. Later, I analyzed it, and we didn't have such hard guys as sickles, axes, and hammers, and we didn't dare to call on the head when we fought. I asked my children who had the guts to let him pick the big one the next time he ate baked potatoes, but everyone agreed that they didn't have that guts, only Xiaobing was sharpening kitchen knives at home alone, and I pulled them back, so we completely confessed, and rarely went to the mountains to play in the future, so as not to run into them and be beaten again.

It's just that Liu Xu and they rarely go up the mountain, and we can occasionally sneak over to play for a while, but we discovered the secret of the iron gate, and there will be treasures in it, and Liu Xu and them must not know about this.