The battle was coming to an end, sporadic gunshots were still heard one after another, gunpowder smoke was everywhere on the position, and the trenches were filled with corpses.

There were about six or seven remaining Vietnamese troops in the tunnel. I led my people to block all the exits. I shouted to the inside at the entrance of the tunnel: "Yebu Songgongye, Songkuan Hongdu soldiers are inside!"

The rest of the soldiers also shouted together: "Yebu Songgongye, Songkuan Hongdu soldiers inside!" There are also pine leaves, wide pine leaves and red poisonous soldiers inside! "(Vietnamese: Don't kill if you surrender your gun, treat prisoners preferentially. At that time, front-line combat troops were issued a field manual, which contained some commonly used Vietnamese words with pronunciations in Chinese characters, such as: Gangdu Nailai, which means Put your hands up, Bu Ku Dai Yi No Lai, which means don¡¯t move your hands. These are used to capture the enemy and persuade them to surrender. There are also some that are used to promote our military policies and are said to the Vietnamese people. In fact, they are used in Vietnam. In the north, there are many ethnic groups, and the official language of Vietnam is not as popular as Chinese. Most Vietnamese soldiers can speak Chinese.)

The Vietnamese, who were surrounded by groups, responded with a hail of bullets deep in the tunnel.

I threw the helmet on the ground and cursed: "Fuck your ancestors, you still won't let me capture you alive." I turned around and gave an order to the soldiers standing behind me: "Cluster grenades, flamethrowers, all at once. Fuck him." Cluster grenades and flamethrowers are the most effective means of dealing with stubborn enemies in tunnel bunkers. First use a large number of grenades to suppress them, and then use flamethrowers to kill them.

Bundles of grenades were thrown into the tunnel. After a series of violent explosions, the Chinese soldiers used flamethrowers to spray against the entrance of the hole.

The smell of fireworks and burnt human flesh was so thick that people couldn't open their eyes. I took the lead into the tunnel with a submachine gun. I wanted to see with my own eyes how these little Vietnamese guys were burned to death.

In the tunnel, more than a dozen charred corpses of Vietnamese soldiers were scattered inside. At this time, it was impossible to tell whether they were killed by bombs or burned to death.

I found a large bundle of unexploded cluster grenades in the innermost part. I quickly led the soldiers to run out, but it was too late. There was a dull explosion, and my body was knocked down by the impact of the air wave, and my eyes were black. , I felt like my eyes were covered with a layer of mud and I couldn't see anything.

I scratched desperately with my hands, feeling unspeakable panic in my heart. At this time, my wrist was grabbed by someone, and someone said to me: "Comrade, wake up, are you having a nightmare?"

I opened my eyes and looked around. The two train attendants and the passengers in the carriage were all staring at me. Everyone had smiles on their faces. Only then did I realize that I was dreaming just now. There was a long pause. He sounded still frightened by the nightmare just now.

I didn¡¯t expect that I could even dream about riding the train home. This time I was completely embarrassed. I smiled awkwardly at everyone. This was probably the ugliest smile I've ever made in my life. Fortunately, there was no mirror and I couldn't see my face.

When the flight attendant saw that I was awake, he told me that I was arriving at the terminal soon and was ready to get off. I nodded, carried my luggage and squeezed to the connection between the two carriages, put it on my luggage bag, lit a cigarette and took a few puffs, still thinking about my comrades on the front line.

Wearing a military uniform without a cap badge would be awkward, and you wouldn't be able to walk. How should I explain to my father when I go back? If the old man knew that I was driven back by the troops, he would beat me to death with a belt.

I arrived at the station ten minutes later. I walked to the door of my house and walked around, not daring to go in. I walked aimlessly on the street, thinking about how I could make up a lie and fool the old man through.

It was getting late and dusk. I went into a restaurant and wanted to eat something. I was shocked when I saw the menu. I haven't eaten out in these years. Why are the dishes so expensive now? A plate of fish-flavored shredded pork costs six yuan. It seems that my demobilization fee of more than 3,000 yuan is just enough to eat 500 servings of fish-flavored shredded pork.

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I ordered two bowls of rice, a plate of Kung Pao chicken, and a bottle of beer. The young waitress insisted on recommending some stuffed prawns in oil. I didn¡¯t want it. She cursed in a low voice and rolled her eyes. He hummed and turned around to serve me the food.

I don¡¯t want to be like her. I have been a soldier for ten years, sweated and bled, and am worth five hundred servings of shredded fish-flavored pork. Thinking of this makes me laugh or cry. But then I thought about it, compared with those comrades who died in the snowy mountains on the battlefield, what qualifications do I have to be dissatisfied?

At this time, another customer came in from outside. He was wearing a pair of large toad glasses imported from the United States. I saw that his dress was very fashionable at the time, so I took a second look.

That person also saw me, looked at me for a long time, came over and sat across from my table.

I thought to myself what's going on with this guy? There are so many empty tables and he won't go to them. What's the point of coming over to squeeze in with me? Is he a gangster trying to cause trouble for me? Fuck your grandma, you were scratching my itch. I was holding my breath and wanted to find someone to fight, but he looked a bit familiar. Most of his face was covered by a big toad mirror. I thought for a moment. I don¡¯t know who this person is.

The man pushed the big toad mirror on the bridge of his nose and said to me: "The king of heaven and the tiger of earth."

I thought to myself why this word is so familiar, so I replied smoothly: "The pagoda suppresses the river demon."

The other party asked again: "Why is your face so red?"

I raised my thumb and replied, "I'm worried that I can't find a wife."

"Then why is it white again?"

"I'm scared of marrying a tigress."

We both hugged each other at the same time, and I said to him: "Little Fatty, you didn't expect that the Central Red Army was back, did you?"

The monkey was so excited that he almost cried: "Old Hu, our Red Army forces from all sides have finally joined forces in northern Shaanxi."

We have corresponded many times in the past few years, but we are thousands of miles apart and have never met in person. Unexpectedly, we met in a restaurant as soon as we returned to the city. What a coincidence.

Monkey's father was a much older official than mine. Unfortunately, he was not punished during the Cultural Revolution and died in a cowshed. A few years ago, Hou Hou returned to the city and found a job. After working for more than a year, he got into a fight with his boss and became a prostitute, selling tapes of popular songs from our side to the north.

We hadn¡¯t seen each other for how many years. We were so drunk that I forgot about making up lies. When I got home, I drunkenly told the truth and told my father what had happened. Unexpectedly, he wasn¡¯t angry. On the contrary, I was very happy. I thought to myself that this old man's consciousness becomes lower as he gets older. He is happy to see that his son no longer has to go to the front line.

The job assigned to me by the Reinstatement Office was to be the deputy section chief of the Security Section of a food factory. I stayed in the army for too long and didn¡¯t want to live a regular life of going to and from get off work, so I didn¡¯t go. We went to the north to do business in partnership with Monkey.

Time flies so fast, and we are already entering the 1980s. We are now married, but our business is getting worse and worse. Let alone saving money to marry a wife, food is becoming a problem. We often have to find a wife. The family needs money to solve urgent needs. According to the Third Plenary Session of the Central Committee of the Communist Party of China, the country has basically solved the problem of food and clothing. However, I feel that we are still living before liberation, being exploited and oppressed, without enough food and clothing.

The weather was nice and cloudless that day. Each of us wore a pair of sunglasses and big bell-bottom pants, and we pushed a tricycle on the streets of Beijing. There was a board on the car, filled with tapes, and a broken tape recorder with two broken speakers. The Taiwanese pop songs of the time were playing loudly.

A female student wearing glasses came over, spent a long time choosing, and asked us: "Do you have any that look like Wang Jie and Xie Lisi?"

We had put this on sale before, and it was sold out two days ago. The monkey said to her with a smile: "Oh, sister, what age are we in, and you still listen to their songs, do you listen to Teresa Teng, Qianbai Hui, and Zhang Aijia?" Come back and listen to it a few times, and promise Chairman Mao that it will be as good as you want it to be."

The female student saw that the monkey did not look like a good person, so she turned around and left.

The monkey was complaining and scolding from behind: "This idiot, pretending to be pretty, and still want to listen to the golden shuttle, and the silver shuttle looks just like a shuttle."

I asked you why your accent has changed to Beijing accent now? Is it okay to speak Mandarin? What kind of person is pretending to be from the capital? It¡¯s too difficult to do business in Beijing now. Let¡¯s go to Xi¡¯an in a few days.

Monkey wanted to argue that his ancestors were from Beijing, but before he could say anything, he suddenly pointed at one end of the street and shouted: "Fuck, the industrial and commercial people are here to sweep up, run away."

The two of us pushed the tricycle and ran away, twisting and turning into a street. I looked around, how did we end up at the Panjiayuan Antique Market without knowing it?

This street is full of people buying and selling old things. Some people even collect old collections of Chairman Mao portraits and the Little Red Book. Like all kinds of bottles and jars, old clocks and pocket watches, old embroidered shoes worn by three-inch golden lotuses, piles of copper coins, snuff bottles, all kinds of old furniture, pipes, calligraphy and painting, carved grinding tables, pen and ink yellow paper , old pipes, cricket pots, porcelain, lacquerware, gold, silver, copper, iron, tin, jade, and various jewelry. As long as they are old things, you can basically have everything.