In the spring of that year, because they felt the threat of international hostile forces, the top brass of the Chinese government continued to make strategic readjustments.
They expanded the army, prepared for war and famine, dug deep holes, and accumulated food.
The people actively carried out nuclear and chemical defense.
Three defense drills for air raids.
When I returned to the city to visit my relatives, someone told me inside information that the issue of my parents would soon be clarified by the organization, proving that my grandfather was not a landlord but a middle peasant, so it was only a matter of time before they were released.
At this time, due to the large-scale recruitment of soldiers by the People's Liberation Army, an old comrade of my father asked me to join the army as a "back-door soldier".
My father's comrade-in-arms, Uncle Chen, was the chief of staff of the military division.
When the Ninth Corps entered North Korea to participate in the war, hundreds of thousands of volunteers surrounded the 1st Marine Division, the most elite Marine Corps in the US military, on the ice-covered Gaima Plateau.
The large number of aerial bombs and napalm bombs dropped by the US military aviation turned the late night sky into daylight.
Braving the fire barrier composed of US steel barrages, the volunteers launched wave after wave of charges like a tide.
In that cruel battle, my father braved the low temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero to carry the seriously injured Uncle Chen out of the pile of dead people.
When they arrived at the rescue center, their bodies were frozen with blood.
Together, the nurse used scissors to cut the skin and flesh apart.
The friendship between them can no longer be measured by the words life and death, and the historical issues between my parents are about to be resolved.
Now it is not difficult for a division chief of staff to arrange for the son of an old comrade to join the army.
Uncle Chen asked me what branch of the military I wanted to be in.
I said I wanted to be in the Air Force.
I heard that pilots have good food.
Uncle Chen smiled and gave me a brainchild: "It's not that easy to fly a fighter jet.
You go to the field army and train hard for a few years.
When you are promoted, I will transfer you to the military region agency to work."
I said I could just go back to work in the government agency.
I would still like to stay in the grassroots army because I couldn't get used to being in an office.
I wanted to go back to Gangggang Yingzi to say goodbye to Little Fat Yanzi and the others, but time didn’t allow for it, so I wrote them a letter.
I felt so sorry that I couldn’t let it go.
I went to the army and became a soldier, leaving my good friends to join the queue in the valley.
What should I say?
There is also a feeling of being unable to share the same adversity.
But I no longer felt this way after three months.
Only then did I realize how comfortable it was to be an educated youth in the mountains.
I was assigned by the Recruitment Office to a unit that was about to be transformed into an armored division.
Unexpectedly, by some strange combination of circumstances, just after three months of hard work in the recruit training camp, the Central Military Commission issued an order and the unit was transferred.
At the 62nd Squadron Station at Kunlun Pass on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, the entire division was reorganized into an engineering corps.
In fact, it is not surprising to say this.
The situation at that time was that troops across the country were digging holes for civil air defense construction, including various holes for air defense, ammunition storage, strategic concealment, etc.
There were almost no holes in the entire army that did not dig holes.
The difference is that the army I am in has changed from amateur digging to professional digging.
Our mission is a first-class secret.
We are to build a huge underground combat readiness facility deep in the Kunlun Mountains.
Although the soldiers are not explicitly told the purpose of this facility, anyone with a little bit of brains should be able to guess it.
There are confidentiality regulations in the army, so everyone never talks about it.
There are also rumors that after completing this engineering task, we will be reorganized back into the field army.
Kunlun Pass, also known as Kunlun Pass, is 4,767 meters above sea level.
From a geological point of view, it is a "permafrost desert landform" and is composed of complex metamorphic rocks that were strongly corroded in ancient times.
From top to bottom, our division knows nothing about civil engineering construction except for digging trenches.
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Therefore, the army sent many engineers and technicians to guide the work and conduct intensive training for the commanders and fighters for five months.
As an advance team, one of my classes took the lead in heading south past the Freezing Spring and into the deepest part of the vast Kunlun Mountains.
Our task was to find a hidden location suitable for construction.
The Freezing Spring is located on the north bank of the Kunlun River, also known as Kunlun Spring.
The granite plates form the pool wall.
The clear spring water in the pool has been gushing out for thousands of years.
Even in the severe cold winter, it never freezes.
No one knows what is under the spring.
Where it leads.
The superiors conveyed the discipline and ordered the soldiers not to bathe here, because the local Tibetans regard the ice-free spring as a sacred spring and often worship the spring water.
When Tibet was first liberated, the army that entered Tibet passed through this place.
At that time, these regulations had not yet been issued.
Three soldiers bathed in the spring and they all drowned in the spring.
The cause of death was said to be because the spring water contained a large amount of nitrate and sulfur.
Their tombs are located at the military station not far from here, and the last supply depot of our team is also located there.
Finally entering the Kunlun Mountains, almost everyone suffered from severe altitude sickness.
Everyone's face turned purple from holding back, and their eyesight became blurry.
We all seemed to be hallucinating.
The thousands of hills and valleys in the majestic Kunlun Mountains are like giant silver-gray dragons rolling forward, and our small team of more than ten people is no better than a tiny ant in this majestic and boundless mountain range.
On the way to the march, I remembered the book passed down by my grandfather.
The book once said that the five thousand peaks of Kunlun are the ancestors of dragons in the world.
There are countless secrets buried in these mountains from ancient times to the present.
According to legend, Tibet The mausoleum of the legendary hero King Gesar and the gate to the Demon Kingdom are both hidden in the rolling mountains.
The task of the advance team was to find a suitable construction site.
They were accompanied by two engineers, a surveyor, and a geological prospector.
After abandoning the vehicle, they marched in the mountains for two full days.
At dusk on the second day, everyone set up tents to rest. , scattered snowflakes floated on the lead-clouded sky, and it seemed that a heavy snow would fall in the evening.
The four engineers and technicians were all intellectuals wearing glasses, and one of them was a woman.
They were far from adapting to the harsh environment of the plateau.
They were lying in the tent panting heavily, and the sound made people worry about their little bodies.
The team leader's company instructor and squad leader's health worker were busy pouring water and dispensing medicine for them, and persuading them to eat something.
The less they ate, the more they would feel hypoxic.
The soldiers are physically strong.
When they joined the army, they had experienced the ten-kilometer armed cross-country training in the recruit camp every day.
They had a strong ability to adapt to the environment.
By this time, they had basically adapted to the hypoxic environment.
The soldiers lit campfires with special white briquette fuel, gathered together to keep warm, and ate half-cooked noodles and compressed biscuits.
Because the altitude was too high, the water could not be boiled, and the noodles could only be cooked half-cooked.
A few of my comrades who were relatively familiar with me were the "Big Man" from Heilongjiang in Northeast China, "Gawa" a Tibetan soldier who enlisted in the Tibetan area, and Xiao Lin, a 16-year-old Jilin communications corpsman.
A few of us finished the noodles in three or two bites and took a breather to rest.
We felt that the effort required to eat a meal on the plateau simply exceeded the armed cross-country march on the plains.
Xiao Lin rested for a while and said to me: "Brother Hu, you joined the army in the city and know a lot.
Please tell us a few stories."
The big man also echoed: "Oh, Lao Hu, I really don't want to listen to your chatter.
It's so annoying.
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Anyway, I have to hold a class meeting later, and I can't take a break early.
I'll chat with my comrades for a while."
Gawa didn’t speak Chinese very well, but she could understand it, and she wanted to say something.
She opened her mouth for a long time, but couldn’t think of what to say, so she just waved her hand at me.
I guess what he meant was, “Just tell me.” , I also listen to it.
I stuck out my tongue and said: "The air is so thin, how can you be so energetic?
Since the comrades want to listen, I will talk in plain words first.
When the class meeting is held later, the squad leader will give me some shoes, so you have to give them to me."
Help me to intercede.”
Why I say this is because our squad leader doesn’t like me.
He joined the army from a rural area and stayed in the army for five years like a little wife before becoming a small squad leader.
He particularly disliked me, a "back-door soldier" who was a junior of high-ranking cadres.
As soon as the class had a meeting, he would let me speak, and he would criticize me after seizing on the loopholes in my speech.
This almost formed a fixed pattern, and I was If you're angry, don't mention it.
But what should I say?
The total number of books I have read is less than ten, including four selected by Mao, one on Quotations, one on Dictionary, one on Red Sun, and one on Young Guards.
But I didn’t explain all this to them, and I don’t think they understood the secret technique of Feng Shui.
I was scratching my head, and finally remembered a book I borrowed from Tian Xiaomeng when I went to the mountains and countryside.
It was a folklore manuscript that was very popular at the time.
The content of this manuscript was mainly about the deeds of the Plum Blossom Party, and also included I read a lot of strange things in the society at that time, among which there was a story about a hundred beautiful women’s skins, which left a particularly deep impression on me.
The beginning of this story happened on a train from Beijing to Nanjing.
The female college student Zhao Pingping took this train when she returned to Nanjing to visit relatives.
The passenger sitting opposite her was a young and handsome PLA officer.
The two of them were interested in each other.
We started chatting accidentally.
Zhao Pingping was fascinated by the young officer's demeanor and conversation.
During the conversation, she also learned that he had a good family environment and a higher education.
Zhao Pingping even began to fantasize about marrying him.
Unknowingly, the train arrived at Nanjing Station.
The officer asked Zhao Pingping to sit in a restaurant near the train station.
During the meal, the officer made a phone call.
When he came back, he took out a letter and asked Zhao Pingping to help deliver it to him.
At home in Nanjing, he couldn't go home because he had an urgent mission and had to rush back to the army first.
Zhao Pingping agreed without hesitation, and then the two reluctantly parted.
The next day, Zhao Pingping went to the officer's home to deliver the letter.
She was received by an old woman.
The old woman took out the letter and read it.
Then she enthusiastically invited Zhao Pingping to her home and poured her a cup of tea.
Zhao Pingping drank a few sips of tea and chatted with the old woman for a few words.
Suddenly she felt stars spinning in front of her eyes and fainted to the ground.
A bucket of icy cold water woke Zhao Pingping up.
She found herself tied naked to a human skinning bench and the walls were covered with human skins.
There were several people standing around, it was the old woman and several burly men under her.
She brought the letter to Zhao Pingping and showed it to her.
There was only one sentence in the letter: "The hundredth beauty skin has been sent, please check it."
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The old woman sneered and said: "You are about to die, let you You know it, we are all latent agents, skinning women is for We need to prepare a hundred human skins in total, and we finally got enough today."
He took out a Ksari knife and handed it to one of his men.
The Ksari knife is a special knife used for skinning.
He cut Zhao Pingping's head with a knife, and as she screamed, As soon as I started talking, I was interrupted by the second squad leader who came over: "Don't say anything, don't say anything.
Hu Bayi, you are making things up again.
Now our class is holding a class discussion meeting." , Don’t you like to talk with your little mouth?
Let’s let you speak first this time.”
I stood up and stood at attention, imitating the monitor's accent and answered him: "No, no, it's my turn again, it's my turn, it's my turn to say it, everyone's equality is the principle of socialism." " The second squad leader said: "Comrade Xiao Hu, why do you talk so much weirdly?
I asked you not to imitate me in speaking.
I am the squad leader.
Just say what I tell you to say.
Don't talk about absolute egalitarianism."
I looked at the few comrades around me.
They were all sitting seriously and waiting for me to speak.
Gawa stuck out her tongue at me when the squad leader wasn't paying attention.
These pieces of material are so dishonest.
Now I can only find the next step for myself: "Report to the squad leader, you haven't said what we will discuss today.
How can we speak if you don't say it?"
At this time, the instructor came over.
Instructor Li Jian was in his thirties, of medium build.
He was a very gentle man and a veteran for more than ten years.
He treated the officers and soldiers very well and had no airs.
He came over and said to everyone: "Comrades I’m in a meeting and I’ll come and listen.”
The second squad leader quickly saluted the instructor, and the instructor waved his hand and said you continue, don't let me affect your discussion.
The second squad leader's level was very low, and he seemed very nervous when the instructor was around.
He didn't know what to say.
He might have thought singing was easier, so he said to the soldiers: "Comrades, let's sing a revolutionary song together to encourage them."
Fighting spirit, hit or miss" The soldiers replied in unison: "Swollen."
The instructor almost laughed out loud when he heard this, and quickly pretended to cough twice to cover it up.
But the second squad leader didn't hear anything funny.
He raised his hands with a serious face and made the gesture of a music conductor: "Comrades, let me start first, Eryama Erlangshan, get ready, sing."
"Errama Erlang Mountain, even if you are ten thousand feet high, the People's Liberation Army's iron-clad men are determined to break through.
They are not afraid of the wind blowing or the snow drifting.
They must build the road to Tibet."
The snow in the sky is getting heavier and heavier, and the chorus of more than a dozen soldiers echoes in the white snow flying all over the Kunlun Mountains.
I don’t know whether it is the falling snow on the vast mountains that sets off the majestic military songs, or whether it is the singing of the soldiers that embellishes it.
The desolation and loneliness of Kunlun Mountain caused even several engineers in another tent to be attracted by the singing.
They forgot about altitude sickness and looked at the endless mountains in the distance with their thoughts rising in the singing
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