My Kunmu plus
Wang Cungui
Chapter 1:
In Suide , whether it is a big show on the seventh and two or two or five small show on the five, many people in the countryside get up early to make some food, change some decent clothes, and pack their luggage. Go to the market in the city.
Most people have Aries' belly towels on their heads, smooth shoulders, and whip rods on their hands. Younger men and women are wearing colorful clothes, carrying baskets of eggs and roosters tied in baskets. Some of them carry yellow rice , soft rice , beans and other grains, onions and garlic, etc., and take them to the market for money, cut some meat, weigh pounds, pour oil, or buy some red and green paper, white grape paper, and come back to cut window flowers and write pairs for the New Year.
People at home are digging yellow buns, and they are pushing tofu. They clean the kiln and paste windows and are busy doing this and that for the New Year.
The 22nd day of the twelfth lunar month in 1968 was the day of Suide's gathering.
On the road after breakfast, most of the people who took this to the market with their legs. Some rich people also ride a bicycle and carry some mountain steamed cabbage and other things in the back. Fortunately, I was lucky enough to sit in the donkey cart driven by my neighbor's house. In this way, people rushed straight to Suide City in groups of three or three.
Suide in the twelfth lunar month, there are many people and cars.
From the streets and alleys of Nanguan, to the deserted grass beach in Guiaoshuimen, from the streets of Weiyao to the roadside of Xishanjiao, at a glance, there were dense crowds of people. They had to buy this and sell it, and there were shouting and shouting everywhere...
Seeing that the sun was approaching the top of the West Mountain, the crowds of people in the market were still slow to retreat. It was really that the city people would not light the lights and the country people would not get up. However, I made an appointment with a young man from the same village to go home early.
When we just walked less than a mile from Dongmentan, a PLA came towards us with a smile and asked us: "Comrade, are the stores in your county closed?"
"What do you buy?"
"I just had a meal and didn't eat well. I want to buy something."
"Then don't go, they're closed early!"
After saying that, the PLA turned around and walked on the road back, chatting with us while walking.
Seeing the young soldier who was not very elegant and elegant at all, I boldly said, "Where did you eat?"
"Commune, Xindian Commune."
"Then are you here to receive troops from Xindian Commune?"
"Yes! Which commune are you from?"
"Sindian Commune. Comrade: What's your name?"
That A young soldier turned around and looked at us and said with a smile, "My name is Wu Nianxi."
Wu Nianxi looked me from top to bottom curiously and asked with a smile, "How old are you this year? Do you want to join the army?"
"Eighteenth! I think I'm afraid you don't want me."
"What do you say? If you want to join the army and sign up for your production team. If you pass the review, you will be fine..."
We and Wu Nianxi were about joining the army and walked and chatted at the intersection of Xindian Commune. He parted ways with Wu Nianxi.
In fact, I have never had hope for military service. I always feel afraid that I can't go. Even if I sign up for a celebrity, I may not want me. So, I didn't plan to sign up for the army at all.
Since I met Wu Nianxi, I have become interested in joining the army. When I returned to the production team, I asked the brigade accountant to sign up for it.
After a while, shortly after the various physical examinations and reviews, the commune sent me a notice of enlistment .
A few days later, all of our enlisted young people gathered in the Sui Normal University courtyard in the county and were preparing to start serving in the army.
On May 1, 1969, my newly enlisted comrades and I finally arrived at the headquarters of the army, Zhadong, Tibet, after more than a month of bumpy hardships.
At 11:00 in the morning, we were assigned to Kunmujia and Junjia in Zadong. More than 100 new recruits and the company commander who came to lead the troops. They took four large trucks and drove towards Kunmujia and Junjia in the garrison camp.
Ruila Mountain is the only way from Zhadong to Junjia. The terrain here is complex and dangerous, which is conducive to ambushing and setting up attacks.
The bandits who hold a grudge against our garrison, who are only a few of us who have weapons, plot to choose and ambush them on both sides of the road in advance, attempting to use sudden attacks to kill all of us, the new recruits who are still bare-handed in the company, here.
Unfortunately, the local people immediately came to the county camp headquarters to report the information to battalion commander Li Huarong in a timely manner.
Li Huarong, who received the information, immediately drew forces from one platoon of the cavalry company and two platoons of the fifth company, and set out quickly towards Ruilashan.
Our recruits are led by instructor Mao Jianguo. When the car left Zhadong for more than four hours, less than three kilometers away from Ruila Mountain, Mao taught that the car parked on the side of the road for everyone to rest and have some convenience.
The fifth company commander Zhang Xingcai and the cavalry company commander Tong Zongshuang saw that the sixth company commander Li Sitong introduced the terrain to their company's recruits, they also lined up the recruits from their company to give a field knowledge speech.
In this way, everyone relieved the fatigue of riding. After a while, instructor Mao directed everyone to sing the song "Three Disciplines and Eight Points of Attention".
At this moment, more than 20 rebels ambushed in Ruila Mountain suddenly found that the troops led by Battalion Commander Li were pressing towards them. Seeing this, the bandits fled everywhere.
When the troops arrived, they saw that only the specific fortifications they dug and the pile of broken bones they had just eaten after dinner.
Twenty minutes later, instructor Mao directed everyone to get on the bus and rush. When the car drove to Ruila Mountain, we saw the battalion commander standing on both sides of the road with our troops to welcome the arrival of our new comrades. The instructor
was puzzled and stepped forward to ask the battalion commander: How did you come here to welcome us?
Battalion Commander replied: Come here to "Welcome" You guys have just been driven away by us.
We newly enlisted recruits never dreamed that they almost fell into the ambush of the bandits before they arrived at their company.
At five o'clock in the afternoon that day, we were assigned to Kunmujia twenty-five new recruits, led by deputy instructor Li Zongsen, and took a bus to Kunmujia.
Kunmujia is a border post on the Sino-Nepal border line in the southwest of Zhongba County, Tibet, my country. It has a height of 4,900 meters and is less than 4.5 kilometers away from the border pile. The annual temperature is less than 5℃. The air oxygen content is only one-third of that in the mainland. It is a life forbidden area for alpine and cold oxygen deficiency.
To the south of Kunmujia is the steep Daolagi snow peak of Nepal, with an altitude of 8172 meters and the terrain is particularly dangerous.
is affected by it, and the east is Qu Kangyi, which is separated from the chin of Xiukoura and the Chin of the east, and the west is the Kori Pass, which does not melt all year round. This ice and snow vein that never melts all year round, makes the climate of Kunmujia change a lot every year and is very bad.
Kunmujia is northward, connected to the Dulpi Pass and Shadao Gully located next to Lizi. At the foot of icebergs of snow peaks, the slums and grass coexist only in a few freshwater lakes and canyon hills. There are no trees and forests here, only many strange wild animals survive hard in this forbidden zone of life.
Our recruits just arrived in Kunmujia. Because of the mountain reaction, the climate environment was not adaptable, most of them were dizzy, nausea and vomiting, and they really couldn't eat and sleep.Instructor Ran Longjun repeatedly told us that the new recruits should exercise less, walk slowly, ban running, eat enough early, eat well lunch, eat less late, and raise the pillow when sleeping. After hearing this, we felt very curious and really came to another world.
The next day at noon, the lunch horn sounded. When we stood up and walked towards the canteen, Du Shengquan, a new soldier from the third squad, ran two steps to catch the team and suddenly fainted on the ground. His hands and feet were cold, his face turned blue, his mouth was white, and he lost all consciousness.
Learning the situation, military doctor Li Benliang took the oxygen bag as fast as possible and immediately gave Du Shengquan oxygen. It took him more than half an hour to return to normal.
was in Kunmujia, and this vicious cycle was gradually adapted after a month. One week after we arrived in the company, we were led by veterans and began to learn to stand guard and observe on duty.
At three o'clock in the morning one day, I was awakened by a veteran named He Liansheng, and he led me to stand guard. I quickly put on my clothes and carried my weapons on my back, and followed Mr. He to my post.
A quiet night, the full moon hangs high, the bright moonlight is drizzling by the biting cold wind, and the snow on the ground looks cold and cold.
When He saw me holding the gun tightly and looking forward nervously, he lowered his voice and said to me, "The territory of the Nepal country is ahead. We cannot cross half an inch of land on the border."
When He saw that I heard it very seriously, he said to me again: " The small hillside in front is Mustang. There are rebel bandits who have been driven out of foreign countries and have been entrenched on the border for a long time when we suppressed the rebellion. They are supported by international anti-China forces and attempt to return and harass our troops at any time and destroy the construction of Tibet.
His old soldier continued: This is the frontier of the border defense. You should be a hundred times more vigilant when standing guard. There are sentries around ten meters away. Once you find the situation, contact them immediately and shoot them immediately. "
An hourly sentry ended soon. Although the biting cold wind kept roaring and screaming, I kept shaking and sweating.
The veteran took the post for a week, and we started standing alone.
That night, the night was still so quiet. The biting cold wind blew the bayonet's tip into sparks, and the snow on the ground flew everywhere with the wind. I was quite nervous. After less than ten minutes of working, I suddenly found a black shadow walking back and forth in the second iron net.
I shouted "password", and the other party walked towards me without answering. I immediately turned on the insurance and pushed the bullet on the bolt, aiming at the black shadow and slamming the board machine. With a "bang", the black shadow stopped moving.
The gunshot alarmed all the outposts.
In less than half a minute, all the commanders and soldiers of the company quickly entered the position with full armed forces.
It turned out that the first time I was standing alone, I was so panicked that I couldn't hold back at all. Even though the cold wind was howling wildly, I was sweating all over, afraid that the bandits would touch me.
Due to the overly nervous and dark night, a dog rushed into the insider of Tiezi.com without making any judgment, and shot a "chaos".
" Where did you shoot the gun?" Captain Pan Huachun asked the sentinel at Post No. 2.
"Outside Post No. 3" sounded. Sentinel No. 2 answered.
Captain Pan came to the post of the third place and asked, "Is the gun going out?"
I was still staring at the motionless black shadow and said,
"It seems that I was beaten to death."
Captain Pan shone the flashlight in the direction I pointed, and immediately said angrily: "It's like playing the piano randomly, and even people and dogs can't tell clearly." As he said that, he turned around and gathered the troops, saying that the exercise would be over and the position would be scattered.
in Kunmujia, our recruits only walked less than ten minutes in the first ten days of morning exercise. I started jogging for half a month, and it was only a month later that I gradually adapted to the climate and went out to patrol and camp with the veterans.
Kunmujia is the frontier of border defense in my country.It has no common people's residence, and only a small number of Nepalese herders rely on grazing to survive. There are also many Nepalese merchants who drove yaks and sheep in from the Keri Mountain Pass, passed through the Kunmujia armed forces and the intelligence station to the Zadongyan Lake. They relied on yak and sheep transportation tools, used barley to exchange for salt and went in and out every day.
Tibet was peacefully liberated in 1950, and then the troops entered Tibet while building roads. The Dalai Lama rebelled in 1959 and was quelled by the troops in the same year.
After the Dalai clan was exiled, the two bandit leaders, led by Baba Yixin and Pubuwangdui, gathered bandits who defected abroad for a long time entrenched in Musitang, separated by Kunmujia, and often raided our troops.
In Kunmujia, we have been in a combat environment where we deal with rebels.
One morning one month after our recruits arrived in the company, captain Pan Huachun led us to patrol at Xiukou. Passing through the northern end of the boundary pile No. 25 to 26, we accidentally saw some bones on the deserted beach.
After returning to the company, I asked the squad leader curiously what was going on? The old squad leader told us several new recruits about the little-known love story of Xiukoula Annihilation Battle and Yang Xiaolin and Li Yanmei.
On the afternoon of October 3, 1959, Ren Yulong, who was the captain of Kunmujia, convened a symposium in the conference room to celebrate the first anniversary of Kunmujiazhou. At the meeting of
, Captain Ren announced: According to the superior's notice, a group of rebels have recently fled from Kunmujia, requiring our entire team to prepare for combat at any time, strictly guard the border defense of the motherland, and never allow rebels to escape from one soldier.
After the meeting, everyone wrote a letter of determination and a letter of request for battle, and said: strictly guard the frontier and must eliminate the reactionary remnants of attempting to escape.
Captain came to Class 3 to learn about everyone's ideological situation before the war, and casually chatted with everyone.
New soldier Yang Xiaolin carefully gave the captain an opinion: "I have been in Kunmu for more than two months and have not eaten a bun. Can I ask the cook to give us some Shaanxi steamer steamed buns?"
captain said: "Oh, do you want to eat buns?"
"Why don't you think? I really can't get used to the rice." Yang Xiaolin blurted out.
Captain understands that northerners like to eat pasta. But most of the company are from southerners, and southerners are not interested in pasta. Therefore, the company's food is mainly fried with rice.
Since Yang Xiaolin proposed to eat steamed buns, Captain Ren ordered the kitchen team to adjust the food and try to satisfy the dietary tastes of northerners. After
, several northerners in the company had to go to the kitchen team to find steamed buns to eat at the meal time.
More than ten days later, I was chased and suppressed by my 160th regiment in the county, and was fleeing towards Qu Kangyi, attempting to defect and leave the country in the area of Keri Mountain Pass.
In order to prevent this remnant from fleeing, the 160th Regiment, which participated in this battle, decided to: the troops should fully pursue the remnant, and dispatched the 10th Company of the Third Battalion to rush to Kunmujia by car, and together with Kunmujia, set up an ambush at Xiukou to encircle the rebels, and wiped out the rebels.
The tenth company commander Liu Yabao led the 10th company to Kunmujia quickly, and the officers and soldiers of Kunmujia led by Ren Yulong quickly rushed to Xiukoula, lying on both sides of Xiukoula Mountain Pass, waiting for the rebels to appear at any time.
October's show is full of white snow fields. The biting cold wind attacked every officer and soldier frantically. The 160th regiment rushed to Xiukoura Mountain Pass like a duck. But when I first arrived at Xiukoula Mountain Pass, I was driven into the "pocket" set by Kunmujia and Tenth Continent...
Suddenly, Xiukoula Mountain Pass was filled with a sea of fire. The sound of gunfire and the sound of killing resounded through half the sky.
The rebels fought desperately, and Kunmujia and the officers and soldiers of the 10th Company fought hard to block them. After nearly an hour ago, the fierce battle of blocking and pursuing all sides was finally wiped out all the remaining thugs who suppressed the bandits and suppressed the rebellion on this deserted beach.But our side suffered heavy casualties, with only one company remaining with more troops.
This Xiukou Annihilation Battle also showed many heroic stories: Wang Yongquan, the commander of Kunmujiaxx, heard the charge order after he ran out of bullets, quickly stepped forward and stabbed two thugs in a row with a bayonet, and used the only grenade on his body, dying with the bandits... Yang Xiaolin, the protagonist of the story, was shot several times in this battle, and was bleeding profusely, and continued to stand up and fight the bandits to death...
When the battle ended, Captain Ren saw Yang Xiaolin who was already unconscious in blood and blood. He couldn't help but burst into tears and shouted loudly: "Sanitation officer! Health officer! Where did the health officer go? Health officer...."
Soon, Yang Xiaolin and a group of injured comrades were quickly sent to Shigatse "August 1" Hospital for emergency treatment.
A month later, Yang Xiaolin received careful treatment from the doctor and his mind gradually became clear.
Because multiple shrapnel on the body were removed by surgery, the body still could not move. The hospital leaders appointed nurse Li Yanmei to take care of Yang Xiaolin.
Yang Xiaolin's heroic deeds have been widely circulated in the hospital as early as possible. Every day, many doctors and nurses come to the hospital bed to visit and greet. She was also extremely proud of Li Yanmei's injuries to Yang Xiaolin when she was taken care of this time.
Li Yanmei, 19 years old, has a slim and elegant figure, and has a hydrated and white skin. She is a beautiful and good girl. In the past two years since joining the army, she has worked diligently in the hospital and has been praised by many doctors and patients.
However, every time Li Yanmei feeds Yang Xiaolin, Yang Xiaolin always swallows the rice with difficulty, and shakes his head and stops eating it after taking a few bites.
Li Yanmei thought the food was unsavory, so she brought better food with her next time and even cooked herself. However, Yang Xiaolin still couldn't eat a few bites.
At dinner that day, Li Yanmei had just stepped into the ward door with her food. When Yang Xiaolin saw it, she shouted to her: "I want one bun, I want one bun, I want one bun."
When Li Yanmei heard the patient shouting to "touch", the girl's heart suddenly beat violently. She blushed and sat next to the bed, barely feeding Yang Xiaolin.
The next morning, Li Yanmei stepped into the ward with food again. When Yang Xiaolin saw that it was rice and stir-frying, he kept shouting: "I want - steamed buns - I want one bun."
Li Yanmei wanted to "touch" again when she heard it, and blushed her face to feed Yang Xiaolin, but Yang Xiaolin said that she would not eat anything this time.
Li Yanmei was angry, took the lunch box, and went directly to the dean's office to complain, asking the dean to change her to take care of other patients.
Unexpectedly, after hearing Li Yanmei's request, the dean said disapprovingly: "They bleed and sacrificed in front of him, and almost gave his life. Now he asked to touch you, so let him touch him! Let me be honest with you, if the patient doesn't eat again, he will be hungry and gets hungry, I have to punish you seriously!"
Li Yanmei had to come to the ward with the food again. When Yang Xiaolin saw it, he shouted angrily: "I want steamed buns, I want steamed buns, I want steamed buns, I want steamed buns one by one."
Li Yanmei's face turned red like an apple. She slowly walked to him, put the lunch box on the table, and started taking off her clothes...
However, Yang Xiaolin was even more angry. He patted the bed with his hands and shouted like gritting his teeth: "I want one bun, I want one bun, I want one bun, I want one bun, I want one bun!..."
Now, Li Yanmei heard that the words were wrong, so she hurriedly put on her clothes and came to the dean's office, and told the dean everything about Yang Xiaolin's abnormal experience just now. After hearing this, the director of the department immediately found a Shaanxi native to translate in the hospital. Finally, he understood that Yang Xiaolin had been shouting that he wanted to eat steamed buns.
More than a month later, Yang Xiaolin, under the careful care of Li Yanmei, was supported by Li Yanmei and could walk around the hospital.
One day, Captain Ren Yulong came to the district for a meeting and went to the hospital to visit Kunmujia's comrades injured in Xiukoula battle.
Coincidentally, the military district leaders led a cultural performance team to the hospital and gave condolences to the wounded and wounded on the front line. Ren Yulong drove him right away.
"Little Yangzi, how is his health recovering?"
"Captain, I can be discharged from the hospital. Look at my face now, I can walk and run, and my body is so strong!"
"Captain, everything is fine, he just disobedient. You have to take good care of him!" Li Yanmei interrupted with a smile.
"Oh, this doesn't work. When you come to the hospital, you have to listen to others. How can you be disobedient? Let's go and find a good seat early."
Captain and Li Yanmei helped Yang Xiaolin to the auditorium. There were three empty seats in the middle of the front row, and Captain Ren and Li Yanmei sat down on both sides of Yang Xiaolin. The performance of
has begun. A young and beautiful actress took the stage to read a letter of condolences from the military chief to the injured and sick.
On the way, Captain Ren turned his head and saw Yang Xiaolin staring at the actress on the stage motionless, not knowing what she was thinking.
Captain Ren poked Yang Xiaolin and asked, "How is the girl?"
Yang Xiaolin's face turned red, he turned his head to look at Li Yanmei beside him, and then he whispered to Captain Ren, "Captain, although this girl is not as good-looking as a young nurse, it would be great if I could hug her!"
"Yes! Why can't we go to the stage to find her."
Captain Ren did what he said. He and Li Yanmei helped Xiao Yang and came to the stage to find the girl: "Comrade, can you let us comrade hug you?"
The girl was a little confused by this sudden request. She had a red face and refused Captain Ren's request. When Ren captain saw him, his anger suddenly burst out: "Okay, I'll fight the enemy with my life and death in the front line, and escape from death. Now I don't want to hug you. What do you mean?"
Ren Yulong said angrily, while lifting Yang Xiaolin's shirt and saying to a large group of people surrounding the condolence group, "Look at it, the scalpels covered with our comrades are all left behind by shrapnel. He is a hero, a great hero of our Kunmujia! Don't you feel honored to hug such a person? But you still don't do it. If you are my soldiers, I will kill you..."
Yang Xiaolin saw Captain Ren getting angry, and he hugged Captain Ren's waist tightly and begged for mercy: "Captain, my fault, my fault, are all my faults! I'm a bastard! I..."
Suddenly, Li Yanmei, who was standing next to her, hugged Yang Xiaolin's waist and burst into tears and said, "Hug me, Xiaolin, hug me. From now on, , whenever you want to hug me, I will let you hug me enough in this life... ”
April 5, 1970 Qingming Festival After breakfast on that day, Pan Huachun, the captain of the Kunmujia border defense team, organized all the officers and soldiers to come to the martyrs' tomb on the left side of the highway outside the Kunmujia gate to sweep the tombs of the two martyrs who were sleeping on the frontier of the motherland.
Captain Pan during this period told us the heroic deeds of these two martyrs fighting bravely with the bandits and dying in a fight against bandits.
It was at 3 o'clock in the morning on August 6, 1961. After fierce fire with the rebels in the county, our second camp, and about twenty outlaws were fleeing towards Qu Kangyi. The headquarters ordered Kunmujia to block the Xiukoula Mountain Pass and encircle and annihilate the fugitives from abroad.
After receiving the enemy situation, Li Huarong, who was the captain of Kunmujia's border defense team at the time, immediately led two platoons of troops to Xiukou and lurked on both sides of the mountain pass.
At five o'clock in the morning, the officers and soldiers who were ambushing at Xiukou crawled on the snow with their guns and live ammunition, ready to annihilate the group of foreign rebels at any time. Wu Lingui (from Jianyang, Sichuan), the deputy squad leader of the Sixth Class of
(from Jianyang, Sichuan), held the gun tightly and looked forward, whispering to Captain Li beside him: "Why aren't the rebels coming yet?" Captain
lowered his voice and said, "Precaution."
At this moment, a crowd of people were getting closer and closer to each other. The captain told all the officers and soldiers by passing the command: "Prepare for battle!"
When the rebels approached about ten meters, Captain Li Huarong suddenly ordered "Beat! Fight me hard!"
(To be continued)
(Note: All illustrations in this article are from the Internet)
Author profile:
Wang Cungui is from Suide County, Shaanxi Province, born in 1950. He joined the army in March 1969. In May of the same year, he was assigned to the Kunmujia border defense team in the Zhadong Tibet. He was transferred to the acting secretary of the First Battalion of Lizi in July 1973, and retired in March 1975.
The author stayed in Kunmujia for four years and had a simple love for his second hometown. He has also created more than 30 short essays and large-scale albums, including "Stand Guard", "Hometown Kunmujia", "The Man Who Leads the Soldiers", "Mountain Man" and "My Comrade-in-arms Little Green Horse", which are deeply loved by readers.
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