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

There were about six or seven remaining Vietnamese troops in the tunnel. I led my men to block all the exits. I shouted to the entrance of the tunnel: "Yebu Song Gongye, inside the Songbunhong Poison Soldier!"

The other soldiers also shouted, "Yebu Song Gong leaves, the red poisonous soldiers! Yebu Song Gong leaves, the red poisonous soldiers!" (Vietnamese: Stop the gun and do not kill them, and give preferential treatment to prisoners. At that time, the front-line combat troops had to issue a battlefield manual, which contained some commonly used Vietnamese words with Chinese characters, such as: Gang Dai Nailai, which means raising his hands, and Bu Ku Dai Nailai, which means raising his hands and not moving. These are used when capturing the enemy and persuading surrender. In addition, some are used to promote our military policies and speak to the people of Vietnam. In fact, in northern Vietnam, 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 surrounded by a group of bullets answered in the depths of the tunnel.

I threw my helmet on the ground and cursed: "Fuck him, the ancestor of the puppy day, and I still refuse to let me capture it alive." I turned my head and issued an order to the soldiers standing behind me: "Cluster grenades, flamethrowers, and puppy day together." Cluster grenades and flamethrowers are the most effective means to deal with the enemy who is stubbornly resisting in the tunnel bunker. First, use a large number of grenades to suppress them, and then use flamethrowers to kill them.

Bales of grenades were thrown into the tunnel. After a series of violent explosions, the Chinese soldiers used flamethrowers to hit the entrance of the cave and sprayed violently.

The fireworks and the smell of burnt human flesh made people unable to open their eyes. I took the submachine gun and took the lead into the tunnel. I wanted to see with my own eyes what these little thin chicken-like Vietnamese cubs were burned.

In the tunnel, more than a dozen burnt Vietnamese corpses were scattered inside. At this time, it was impossible to tell whether they were killed by bombing or burning.

I found a large bundle of cluster grenades that had not yet exploded in the innermost part. I quickly led the soldiers to run out, but it was too late. With a dull explosion, my body was shaken down by the impact of the air waves, my eyes turned dark, and I felt a layer of mud in front of me, and nothing could be seen.

I tried my best to grab it with my hands, and I felt indescribable panic. At this time, my wrist was grabbed and someone said to me: "Comrade, wake up, are you having a nightmare?"

I opened my eyes and looked around. Two train attendants and passengers in the car were staring at me, with smiles on everyone's faces. Only then did I realize that I was dreaming just now, and I breathed a long sigh, and I was still scared of the nightmare just now.

I didn't expect that I could dream when I took the train home, but this time I was completely disappointed. I smiled at everyone in awkwardly. This may be the ugly one I smiled in my life. Fortunately, I didn't have a mirror and couldn't see my face.

When the flight attendant saw that I was awake, he told me that I was about to reach the terminal and prepare to get off the bus. I nodded, carried my luggage and squeezed to the place where the two cars were connected, put it on my luggage bag, lit a cigarette and took a few sips, and my mind was still concerned about my comrades on the front line.

I was wearing a military uniform without a collar seal and hat badge, so I wouldn't be able to walk. How could I explain to my father after I went back? If the old man knew that I had been driven back by the army, he wouldn't have to use a belt to kill me.

After more than ten minutes, I arrived at the station. I walked around at the door of my house and didn't dare to enter. I walked around the street aimlessly, thinking about how to make up a lie and confused the old man's secret.

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 hadn't eaten outside for 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.

I ordered two bowls of rice and a plate of diced chicken and a bottle of beer. The young waitress insisted on recommending me some oily shrimp. I don't want it. She cursed quietly, rolled her eyes and turned around to serve me the dishes.

I don't want to be as familiar with her. I have been a soldier for ten years, sweating and bleeding, and through life and death, it is worth 500 portions of fish-flavored pork shreds. It is a bit ridiculous to think of this. But then I thought, what other comrades who died in the snowy mountains on the battlefield, can I have any other qualities to be insatiable?

At this time, another guest came in from outside. He wore a large toad glasses imitating imported from the United States. I saw that his dress was very fashionable at the time, so I took a look at it.

The man also saw me, looked at me for a long time, and walked over to sit opposite my table.

I thought to myself what happened to this person? I didn't go to so many empty tables, so I had to come and squeeze with me. Is it a hooligan who wanted to cause trouble for me? **** grandma, I was scratching my itchy spot, and I was holding my breath and was about to find someone to fight, but seeing his appearance was a little familiar, his face was mostly covered by the big toad mirror, and I couldn't remember who this person was.

The man pushed the big toad mirror on the bridge of his nose and said to me, "The King of Heaven covers the Tiger."

I thought to myself that this word is so familiar, so I replied casually: "Pauta River Demon."

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

I raised my finger and replied, "I can't find a wife to be anxious."

"Why is it white again?"

"I was scared by marrying a tigress."

We both hugged each other at the same time, and I said to him, "Xiao Pang, did you not expect the Central Red Army to be back again, did you?"

The fat man was so excited that he almost cried: "Old Hu, our Red Army has finally met in northern Shaanxi again."

We have also passed many letters a few years ago, but we have never met each other thousands of miles away. We didn’t expect to meet them in a restaurant as soon as we returned to the city. This is such a coincidence.

Fatty’s father is much older than my father’s official position. Unfortunately, he didn’t hold him in the cowshed when he was * and died in a cowshed. A few years ago, after the fat man returned to the city, he found a job. After working for more than a year, he became a tyrant and became a self-employed person because of a fight with his leader. He went from us to the north to make tapes of popular songs.

I haven't seen each other for many years. We were so blushed and we were thick-necked. I forgot about making up lies. After I got home, I spoke up after drinking and told my father what happened. I didn't expect that he was not angry, but was very happy. I thought to myself that the older this old man, the lower his awareness, and he was still happy to see that his son didn't have to go to the front line.

The job I arranged for me was to go to a food factory to be the deputy section chief of the security department. I spent too long in the army and didn't want to live a regular life like going to work and getting off work, so I didn't go. I went to the north to do business with the fat man.

Time flies very quickly, and it is almost the 1980s. We are already three more, but our business is getting worse and worse. Not to mention saving money and getting married, eating is almost a problem. We often have to ask our family for money to solve the urgent problem. According to the Third Plenary Session of the 19th CPC Central Committee, the whole country has basically solved the problem of food and clothing, but I feel that we are still living before liberation, exploited and oppressed, and we are not full or wet.

The weather was good today, and there was no cloud. Each of us wore sunglasses and big bell-bottom pants. We pushed a tricycle on the streets of Beijing. The car had a board and was filled with tapes. We took a cracker and pulled two broken horns and played the Taiwanese pop songs at that time.

A female student wearing glasses came over, picked it for a long time, and asked us: "Is there anyone from Wang Jieshi?"

We have sold this before, and it was sold out two days ago. The fat man smiled and said to her: "Oh, sister, what era is this? I still listen to their songs. Do you listen to Teresa Teng Qianbaihui and Zhang Aijia? Come back a few dishes and listen to them, and promise Chairman Mao that it is as good as it sounds."

The female student saw that the fat man was not like a good person, so she turned around and left.

The fat man complained and scolded: "This ****, pretending to be so handsome, and he still wants to hear the golden shuttle, and he looks like a shuttle."

I said, how do you speak the accent now and change it to Beijing accent? Is it amazing to speak Mandarin? I pretend to be a capitalist. Now the business in Beijing is too difficult. Let’s go to Xi’an in a few days.

The fat man wanted to defend himself as saying that his ancestors belonged to Beijing. Before he could say anything, he suddenly pointed to one end of the street and shouted: "****, the industrial and commercial industry is here to sweep it out, run away quickly."

We both pushed the tricycle and ran away, and ran to the street. I looked around. Why did we unknowingly come to the Panjiayuan Antique Market?
Chapter completed!