The volcano under the river bed began to move.
Something happened suddenly.
Everyone was caught off guard and almost fell down.
I hurriedly climbed up a relatively gentle slope, sat down and took a few breaths.
I was still shocked, but I saw that the shaking underground was getting more and more violent, and the mountain wall made of volcanic rocks might collapse at any time.
Luo Ning said that there will not necessarily be a volcanic eruption.
It should be just the periodic activity of the volcano.
The time of this activity cycle is uncertain.
It may occur once in a few days, or it may only occur once in hundreds or thousands of years.
There are many types of volcanoes, the most common ones are This kind of inverted trumpet chimney-shaped volcano is formed after a large-scale eruption.
Although some volcanoes are not extinct volcanoes, they have never erupted for tens of thousands of years and have been buried deep underground, with occasional vibrations.
But no matter how many years it is active, we are unlucky enough to catch it just in time.
I wanted to look for an exit along the underground river, but the water below was boiling.
If I went down, I would become a dumpling boiled in a pot.
It seemed that I couldn't go down anymore.
When I was at a loss, Gawa pulled my clothes. , pointing upward for us to see.
A few hundred meters away from my head, a slender white light appeared.
My eyes were dazzled and my eyes stung.
What was that?
Could it be some long-extinct creature?
Luo Ning was filled with surprises: "It's the sky, it's the sky."
The shaking of the underground volcano caused an earthquake, and a big crack opened in the ground above me.
It had been so long since I had seen the sky outside.
I almost forgot what the sky looked like, whether it was blue or white.
I said to the rest of the people: "Comrades, there is no end to the road.
If you persist to the end, you will win.
For the sake of New China, move forward."
The four people who were already exhausted suddenly saw the hope of escape.
Infinite strength emerged from the flat ground.
They pulled their legs apart, rounded their arms, and climbed up the slope desperately.
The vibrations below became more and more intense, the heat wave was overwhelming, and the strong smell of sulfur made people's foreheads ache.
We were worried that the crack would be closed again by the earthquake.
Everyone wanted to get out as quickly as possible, and they all sprinted for 100 meters on the 45-degree steep slope.
The higher you go up, the more crumbly the volcanic rocks are.
Some of them are like sand, making it difficult to stand on.
I climbed up three feet and then fell back two feet.
The skin on my hands was worn away.
I ignored the pain and gritted my teeth.
Pedaling and planing at a height of five to six hundred meters is as difficult as a long march across a snow-capped mountain.
After all his energy was exhausted, he finally returned to the ground.
Blue sky and white clouds, with undulating mountains on both sides.
The place we climbed up is a section of the Kunlun River Valley, which is also the area with the lowest altitude in the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
It is only a few kilometers away from the Bufrog Spring Military Station in Toudaoban.
Luo Ning was not strong enough, and Gawa had an injury on her foot.
The two of them fell behind at the last moment.
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I didn't care about rest, so I hurriedly strung the two people's armed belts and load-bearing belts together with the big man, and hung them down for Luo Ning.
Ning them hold on.
The earthquake became more and more violent, and the one-meter-wide crack could collapse at any time.
Luo Ning and Gawa could only hold on to the straps tightly, and they would slide down one step at a time, unable to climb up even half an inch.
The big man and I tried our best to pull up, but no matter how strong the two people were, it was impossible to pull them up at the same time.
At this time, Gawa let go of the belt and supported Luoning from below.
With us pulling from above, she was pulled up from the crack in one go.
When I wanted to throw the belt down again to save Gawa, a violent vibration came, and the earth came together again, and Gawa was squeezed alive in the middle.
At a low temperature of more than 20 degrees below zero, our coats and hats were long gone.
The three of us forgot about the cold and wore only thin clothes.
We cried and dug in vain at the sand and gravel on the ground with our hands and bayonets.
Three days later, I was lying on the bed in the hospital of the military region.
The chief of staff of the military region held my hand and expressed cordial condolences: "Comrade Xiao Hu, you have acted very bravely this time.
On behalf of the Military Commission, I would like to express my condolences to you and hope you will recover soon." , make new contributions on the road of revolution.
How do you feel now?"
I replied: "Thank you, chief, for your concern.
I will pay it back."
I wanted to say it was okay, but when I thought of those comrades who left me forever, Xiao Lin, Ga Wa, the instructor, and the second squad leader, the word "good" stuck in my mind.
It hit my chest and I still couldn't say anything.
As Churchill said, there are no permanent friends or permanent enemies in the world, only eternal interests.
In 1969, due to the needs of the international situation, my unit was sent to the depths of the Kunlun Mountains for construction.
Due to the harsh environment, the progress of the project was slower than expected.
In three years, dozens of commanders and soldiers died on the construction site. , however, the military facility we are building is only two-thirds complete.
At this time, the world situation was reshuffled.
In 1972, Nixon visited China and Sino-US relations thawed.
China's strategic deployment has undergone large-scale adjustments, and the projects in the Kunlun Mountains have been stopped.
Those of us engineers who became monks halfway have been reorganized into the battle order of the field army and are affiliated with the Lanzhou Military Region.
Day after day, year after year of training, military camp life of drills, exercises, study, and evaluations is not only monotonous, but also difficult.
A few years later, the Cultural Revolution ended.
The Party Central Committee promptly brought order to the chaos, and the Gang of Four was crushed.
After ten years of catastrophe, social order finally returned to normal.
But the army is a special environment that is out of touch with society.
I didn't feel any big changes in the military camp.
I just don't need to recite Chairman Mao's quotations as soon as we meet as before.
But whenever new recruits enter the camp, , we still need to provide them with revolutionary education.
This morning, as soon as I came back from a meeting at the battalion headquarters, the correspondent Xiao Liu ran over breathlessly: "Report to the company commander, there is a platoon of new recruits coming to report today, but the instructor went to the military area to study, so please go and tell the new recruits Revolution and tradition.”
Talking about revolution and tradition is actually telling the recruits the history of the company.
I am really a layman about these things, but at least I am now a company leader and the instructor is not at home, so I have to bite the bullet.
I took these more than 30 recruits into the company's honor exhibition room, pointed to a banner embroidered with the words "Spelling Hero Company" and told them that this was the honor achieved by our seniors of the Sixth Company in the Huaihai Campaign. , this title has been retained to this day.
I told the story of that tragic battle with added detail, how our Sixth Company saw red with its bayonets, and how we used our bayonets to repel the crazy attack of an entire regiment of Kuomintang reactionaries when we ran out of ammunition and food.
Honorably completed the blocking mission assigned by superiors.
Then I pointed to a broken black iron pot in the glass cabinet and told the recruits: "Comrades, don't underestimate this broken pot.
On the battlefield of the Huaihai Battle, our revolutionary predecessors from the Sixth Company They just ate it and cooked it in this broken pot After the pork was stewed with vermicelli, he went to the battlefield to kill the enemy and perform meritorious service.
You see, the cracks in this pot were exploded by the reactionary artillery fire of the Kuomintang reactionaries.
To this day, it still silently tells the deeds and stories of the heroes back then.
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The bestiality of the reactionaries.”
That's all I can say.
After all, I am not professionally responsible for ideological work, but I think my speech is pretty good, and it is more than enough to fool these new recruits.
I dismissed the recruits and went to the cafeteria to eat.
I walked behind them with Xiao Liu.
I asked Xiao Liu: "Just now, my company commander talked about revolution and tradition.
How good was it?"
Xiao Liu said: "Oh, company commander, what you said is very good.
It makes me laugh out loud.
How can we learn from the revolutionary martyrs and improve the food, but we still eat pork stewed with vermicelli?"
I swallowed my saliva and gave Xiao Liu a slap in the face: "I haven't heard anything about the revolutionary traditions.
I only heard about pork stewed with vermicelli.
Go and get me some food in the cafeteria.
Today the cafeteria seems to be eating steamed buns." , if you go late, all the new recruits will be snatched away.
I order you to run forward."
Xiao Liu agreed, walked away and rushed towards the cafeteria.
Suddenly I remembered the most important thing I had forgotten to tell him, so I quickly shouted from behind: "Pick some big fillings for me."
I was lying on the bed, eating steamed buns, and reading the letter that had just been sent from home.
Everything was fine at home, and nothing important was mentioned.
After reading it twice, I put the letter aside and picked up the broken book that was passed down from my family.
Those experiences in the past few years made me very interested in the knowledge of Feng Shui, so I took it out and read it when I had time.
Because this book mentions a lot of terms such as Five Elements and Eight Trigrams, such as Jiayi wood in the east, Bingding fire in the south, Wuji earth in the center, Gengxin gold in the west, Rengui water in the north, Gan, Kan, Gen, etc.
There are many things that are confusing about Zhen, Kun, Dui, Li, Wei, etc.
Over the years, I have read a lot of books.
Although my education level is limited, I can still understand about 30% to 40% of them.
The sixteen characters of Yin Yang Feng Shui Secret Technique refer respectively to: heaven, earth, human, ghost, god, Buddha, demon, animal, deterrence, suppression, escape, object, transformation, yin, yang, and emptiness.
I don’t know what age this book is from, nor who wrote it, but the content inside is very profound.
The sixty-four changes of Fuxi’s Bagua should actually be sixteen hexagrams, which were passed down to the Yin and Shang Dynasties, because these sixteen hexagrams were leaked Half of the heavenly secrets were wiped away by the gods, and even the remaining eight trigrams were incomplete.
But those who can understand one or two points are already very powerful.
I think Zhuge Kongming, if he knows a little bit, can keep Liu Bei strategizing and dominate the world; Liu Bowen can only understand three points, so he assists Zhu Hongwu in building the Ming Dynasty.
A century-old foundation.
But I don’t believe this.
Is it really so evil?
The only regret is that this book only talks about the layout and structure of Feng Shui and Five Elements tombs, and the other half about Yin Yang, Bagua and Tai Chi was not available when it was handed down to my grandfather.
When reading the fragmentary copy, some contents are incoherent, and the text is obscure and difficult to understand, making it difficult to understand its deep meaning. in the case of Suddenly, a burst of three long and three short assembly horns sounded, piercing the quiet air in the military camp.
My first thought was: "Something must have happened.
The whole camp will never assemble urgently in broad daylight for no reason."
I Stuffing the remaining two buns into his mouth, he jumped up from the bed and rushed out the door.
Columns were lined up neatly, and I saw not only our battalion gathering, but the entire regiment.
A junior officer like me is not qualified to know what the action is.
All we have to do is obey the orders and follow the instructions.
The order we received was to go to the train station to stand by and set off with our brother troops.
There were more than 10,000 people, like mountains and seas, and tens of thousands of soldiers were crowded at the military train station.
From a distance, they looked like a green tide.
It looked like the entire division was mobilized.
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At that time, it was incredible to have a division mobilized.
A main division like ours had a very large establishment, with three infantry regiments, an artillery regiment, a tank regiment, plus the division's logistics troops.
There are almost more than 20,000 people.
What is the purpose of such a large-scale operation?
It shouldn't be disaster relief.
I haven't heard of any disasters near here recently.
We were dragged by the tin truck all the way to the Yunnan border in a daze.
Only then did everyone realize that this was going to be a war.
Many people cried at that time.
At the same time, Deng Xiaoping, who was visiting the United States, made a shocking statement at the White House: "Children who are disobedient should be spanked."
He also publicly admitted that Chinese troops were massing on the Sino-Vietnamese border.
In the early morning of February 17, 17 divisions of 220,000 People's Liberation Army launched an all-out attack all the way to Lang Son.
On March 4, China announced its withdrawal.
My company was the sharp knife company of the main force division, leading the way, and after ten days of fighting, more than half of the casualties were lost.
During a march, we were ambushed by Vietnamese agents, who used women carrying children as cover to throw explosive packets into our armored personnel carrier.
Eight of my soldiers were killed in the armored vehicle.
I was so jealous that I captured two Vietnamese militiamen alive.
They were an old Vietnamese man in his fifties and a Vietnamese woman in her twenties.
They seemed to be a father and daughter.
One of my subordinates told me that this woman disguised the explosive package as a baby in her arms and threw the explosive package into the armored vehicle as it passed by.
It definitely looks good, she did it.
What I fear most is to watch my comrades die in front of me, and fight in anger, completely forgetting the Three Major Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention as well as our army's policy on treating prisoners.
This incident seriously violated the discipline of the army and even alarmed Mr.
Xu of the headquarters.
If my family had not had a strong background in the military area, I would have been sent to a military court long ago.
My military career was forced to end, and I returned to my hometown with a demobilization order
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