After leaving Jinjiang County, the jeep we took was southeast along Provincial Highway S1973 and walked to the end. Then the jeep took another combat sand and stone war preparation road to the end, and arrived at Dongshantou, the place closest to the Jiang bandit area in Jinjiang, and then abandoned the car and walked for a kilometer or two to climb a small hill near the sea. The two small bunkers that were eroded by the sea breeze were our destination. The thirteen sisters female militia sentry in Jinjiang County, Fujian Province.

Next to the outpost is the ruins of the fortress built during the Qing Dynasty, witnessing the humiliating history that this land once suffered. On the outpost, a bright five-star red flag fluttered in the wind, witnessing the youth and faith of the female militia here.

It is located on the cliff on the east side of the Ori River estuary, facing Yinmen Island across the sea. When the weather is good, it is almost visible to the naked eye. It guards the Ori River Bay from a high place. The famous Ori River militia are stationed here, who are responsible for sea-to-air reconnaissance and patrol tasks in surrounding areas.

The five girls on duty that day were greeted by the door. Unlike the militias built by factories and mining enterprises, they did not have a unified uniform, they wore sunshade hats, blue cloth clothes, wide black pants, slippers, and carried five or six rifles.

The butt on the back of the post commander was also engraved with the words "National Militia Conference". This was the first post commander of the Thirteen Sisters' female militia post who attended the National Militia Conference held in the capital for 60 years. The Chairman personally presented it to all the militia representatives attending the meeting. It is of special memorial significance. Therefore, although more than 30 years have changed the militia in the post, this gun and the female militia are as good as men and self-reliant as men, and the spirit of defending the country has been passed down from generation to generation.

They are the most beautiful flowers in Omi Prefecture, silently sticking to them and blooming silently. Their red faces are like kapok flowers blooming on the mountain. This kind of flower is also called "hero flower".

When I reported to Bai Siwen in the morning, I had already expected that the interview activity schedule arranged by the Omi Prefecture Armed Forces Department in Omi was mainly about interviewing local militias.

A few years ago, there was a beautiful melody and melodious interlude "The Fisherman Girl on the Sea" and the movie "Haixia", which caused a sensation at that time with its fresh artistic style. It was considered to be one of the few excellent films in those years, along with the same period of films such as "Entrepreneurship" and "Shining Red Stars". "Haixia" is adapted from the novel "The Female Militia of the Island". The prototype of the positive characters in the story contains the shadow of Omi female militia. This is also a banner that the local people's armed forces work in the country, so people's work is really done well. It is impossible to say that Omi will not interview the advanced deeds of being a female militia.

Although we are concerned about our real tasks, we are not slacking off in this hero group. We have never eaten pork and watched pig run. We are all cultural people. We pretend to be reporters and ask questions to take photos. Moreover, there is also Xiao Yucheng, a "big writer" who has written many books but has not finished a single one. As a text reporter, it is simply a waste of talent. As for taking photos, I am an expert, and I have systematically learned photography skills. Although the shooting techniques and angles we learned are not for news shooting, but for accurate and quick access to information, as a young man who loves literature, I have not done any discipline violations of using spy equipment such as micro-photo cameras to take photos with each other. As for Lu Qiujian, it is enough to be responsible for our security and protection work. After all, this place is very close to the enemy-occupied area, and you can swim with two basketballs.

And to be honest, when I was studying at the Young Officers Political Academy, I took courses in news interviews, photography and videography, special writing, etc., and learned the news writing methods of "Our Army in the Central Plains Occupy Nanyang", "My 300,000 Army Victoriously Crossing the Yangtze River", appreciated news pictures such as "Death of the Republican Warriors", "Shooting the Viet Cong", read the "big poisonous weeds" and banned books such as "Public Opinion", "On Freedom of Press", and also studied the seventeen techniques asked by reporters, and mastered the use of photography and video equipment such as Seagulls to Lycra, from JVC to Hitachi.

The reason I need to learn these is because journalists are simply the best, most suitable and ideal cover identity and profession in the entire intelligence industry in the world. There is no more like agents like journalists. They are under the banner of the protection of freedom of the press, and are wearing the guise of the fourth right to supervise public opinion, and are exploring news clues everywhere. It is difficult for outsiders to tell whether they are spying on intelligence or "making a big news", or both, such as "Red Spy Master", Richard Zorg, and the Soviet Rev. who has come into our sight.

Thinking of this, I also thought of an extra thing. I remember that when our photography skills and image intelligence analysis professor in school, he showed us many domestic and foreign photos, all kinds of which were not necessarily of intelligence value, and needed to guide us students to analyze and judge. When talking about one of the photos of an American official shaking hands with a boy on the street when he visited the Soviet revisionist, it caused heated discussions among the students, and everything was said, but nothing was mentioned. The professor finally interrupted our speech with a smile, please pay attention to the man with a camera on his chest at the corner of the photo! Everyone still didn't see the reason, but an ordinary tourist or reporter was accidentally framed in by the photographer, which completely gave people the feeling of being a passerby.

The professor analyzed for us that although he had a typical Slav face, had a little bald hair, and was dressed inconspicuously, just like an ordinary journalist who was tired of his work but had to be busy with his livelihood, even more than that, even in the crowd, he still seemed to be in a cone, standing out in a flock of chickens. No matter how he dressed up, he could not hide the dazzling light he shining out. Although he didn't know what to call him, he must be an important member of the KGB with a promising future. Please remember this face, maybe we will see this person again in our future work.

The professor's decisive speech immediately shocked us students and was incredible, because the KGB is a dangerous and mysterious existence to the whole world. Except for some official figures, other members are only in this mountain, and the clouds do not know where they exist. The professor can analyze such important information from a small photo, and quickly asked how he could see it. Should he start from his expression and standing posture, or infer from his body language or micro movements, whether there is any secret, how can he know that this is an elite-trained and highly valued KGB agent.

The professor took a long time to show his airs, and only then did he reveal the answer when the class was about to be over: According to the Soviet revisionist system we know and the daily habits of KGB intelligence work, in important and sensitive occasions such as the American important American visits the Soviet revisionist to perform on the streets, even passers-by must have arranged in advance. The one who can even pretend to be a reporter with a camera must be an important figure in the KGB. The KGB people do things so dogmatic and rigid, which is just a very simple logical reasoning problem.

After the professor finished speaking, he proudly said, why are your brains so hard to turn? Why are you still the intelligence officers at this level? You are really the worst class I have ever taught, and then he laughed out loud.

However, after I actually participated in the intelligence work, I found that our own approach is not much smarter than the KGB.

I once saw an internal information in the bureau. The American Ministry of Defense stipulated in the "Guidelines for the Law of War" that journalists generally belong to the civilian category. However, journalists may also be "members of the armed forces, personnel allowed to accompany the armed forces or those who do not enjoy privileges." In another document, the Pentagon emphasized that journalists should be protected if they "have not engaged in activities that do not match civilian status." According to the explanation, "people who do not enjoy privileges" participate in sabotage such as providing intelligence to the enemy, like "illegal combatants", can be listed as military "targets".

If our army hadn't started to cultivate so-called "dual-use talents for military and local governments" at that time, our intelligence department would have had a tendency to develop towards the news department.

At the outpost I took a few photos that I felt more satisfied with. One was a female militia man who was wiping a gun in the outpost, and there was a propaganda poster "We must liberate the treasure island" on the wall behind me. The other was a female militia man who stood on the post to introduce the investigation work to the tenth deputy section chief who accompanied us.

“Is there anything new happening recently?”

"The weather is good today, and there is a southeast wind. According to the rules, a batch of air may float over the Yinmen."

"We must pay close attention to surveillance. If we fly low, we will knock them down. How is the situation at sea?"

"The day before yesterday we had a commune ship approaching a little while fishing, and the bandits on the island fired their guns."

"Hmm?! Didn't the one who hurt us?"

"No, they just warn the shooting, and they didn't hurt anyone."

"It's good if not, where is it?"

"On there, you see, that area of ​​sea."

Just as the female militia was indicating the direction and the tenth person was watching with a telescope, I took the photo.

We interviewed the thirteen sisters and female militia outposts, and visited and comforted the old militia in the village. We heard them tell the story of fighting wits and courage with the Jiang bandit army and how to investigate and capture the lurking spies sent to Baodao. It was very rewarding. If you add some information, you can write a pretty good newsletter, which basically completed the task of protecting your identity.

When we went back, two things happened, one happy and one sad. One thing that could be considered happy was that I found a large net bag in the village at some time in the car, which was filled with brand new treasure island products, such as cigarettes, biscuits, beef jerky, canned food, and even two bottles of sorghum wine from Kinmen. The tenth place saw it and was afraid that we would not understand it, so I explained to us that this was the little intention of the villagers. They were all picked up from the hollow balloons that were made from the pierced balloons, because they were close to the treasure island and were considered to be a local specialty. The net bags were all rare things from the treasure island. Those reactionary propaganda materials that were hard to wipe their butts were handed over. Some of them could be eaten and used in the local area, which was considered a local policy.

Lu Qiujian was quick-talking and took out a tape of Teresa Teng's latest album, Yang Yang and said, "Eat the sugar coat and shoot the shells back. We know, it's okay." Xiao Yucheng and I took the opportunity to go down the steps, smiled reservedly, and accepted the good intentions of the village. In order to understand the boredom, we also chatted in the car for a while about the scenery and specialties of the treasure island, the mountains of Alishan, the water of Sun Moon Lake, the oolong tea in Nantou, etc. The final topic was unknowingly turned to why there was no wife in my wife's cake.

On the way back to the city, we passed by a village. We obviously felt that it was much deserted compared to other villages we passed by, and there was no pissing anger.

The tenth place tells us that this is a legendary "widow village". When Jiang Guangtou was defeated on the island, he arrested the people in Fujian Province and captured all the adult men in the whole village, leaving only lonely and helpless elderly people, women and children, creating too many human tragedies. Parents lost their sons, wives lost their husbands, and children lost their fathers. From then on, the world was separated and longing became a river. And there were several such villages in Ori River alone.

After listening to the introduction of the tenth place, the car fell silent and could only hear the sound of the car moving. Xiao Yucheng couldn't help but recite the poet Yu Guangzhong's "Homesickness".

When I was a kid,

Nostalgia is a small stamp.

I'm here,

Mother is there.

When you grow up,

Nostalgia is a narrow boat ticket.

I'm here,

The bride is there.

Later,

Nostalgia is a short grave,

I'm outside,

Mother is inside.

And now,

Nostalgia is a shallow strait,

I'm here,

The mainland is there.

I couldn't help but sigh deeply, thinking about the content about cross-strait relations I saw in the "Butterfly Letter". "Butterfly" said: Until I came back, the two sides of the Taiwan Strait were still unification, and even reached the point where the separation forces on Baodao were rampant, demons danced around, and the Democratic Party fell apart and the end of the day. If we hope for peaceful reunification between the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, the best time is when Chiang Chiang was in power, at least he could sit down and talk. If we could not seize this short window period, then after Chiang's death, under the international situation where the United States and Japan suppressed our country's development, and under the regional background of the pro-US and Japanese forces on Baodao, the pro-US and Japanese forces and separatist forces in Baodao, even if we make more concessions in the future and give up more interests, the hope for peaceful reunification is still slim. We can only wait slowly for our great power to gradually realize Wutong after the rise.

In the letter, "Butterfly" made a lot of noise to the relevant departments responsible for the two sides of the Taiwan Strait, criticizing them to a considerable extent, revealing a lot of dissatisfaction. Of course, "Butterfly" was very dissatisfied with many departments and units, saying many advice or sarcastic remarks, even our army. However, this department is still ranked second, and the one who ranked first will be so annoying in the future era.

Finally, I couldn't help saying in the car, "It's coming soon, it should be soon!" It was a comfort to myself and the villages tortured by pain outside the car window. In another four years, no, with such valuable information provided by the "butterfly", maybe I can't wait for another four years this time, and the wanderers on the other side of the strait can come back to visit relatives, wives can see their husbands again, children can see their fathers again, and only parents who are eager to see them... Maybe they can't wait for the day they see their children again.

And unification may be late, but it will never be absent.

We rushed back to Jinjiang County in a hurry. Because we had already arranged the itinerary last night, we had to conduct an exclusive interview with Minister Xu of the People's Armed Forces Department in the afternoon, and asked Minister Xu to convey his interview request to Secretary Li Datong of the County Party Committee.

But when we arrived at the yard of the armed forces, we heard the news that Minister Xu Licai had no time to accept our visit today. He went to the county party committee to attend the county party committee standing committee (expanded) meeting. It was clearly an appointment yesterday, and I didn't hear that the county was going to hold a meeting at that time. I quickly asked what happened and the reply I received was:

The central inspection team is coming down!
Chapter completed!