Chapter 36 lonely silhouette

The class of lone army generals has begun to change.For example, General Chen Maoxiu, the commander of the Khao-Asan Battle, returned to the electrical appliance store he opened on the streets of Chiang Rai after the Khao-Asan Battle. It seemed that he was just an old businessman.Unlike ordinary businessmen, he owns an old and scattered jeep allocated to him by the Thai military.At the same time, he is the lone liaison officer of the 04 Command in Chiang Rai, and he communicates with General Maesle Lei Yutian by telegram every day.He married a Thai wife and lived happily ever after.Sitting across from him, you can't see the heroic posture of fighting the battlefield.However, he is still the most vigorous fighter in the lone army, ready to be recruited at any time. I chatted with him about the past, and I felt a sense of melancholy in my heart.

General Li Wenhuan, the commander of the armed forces, suffers from severe rheumatism and is sick in a luxurious residence in Chiang Mai, making it difficult to move.When talking to me, it was obvious that he couldn’t control his words. He was slow, weak, and his voice was as weak as a gossamer. When he sent me away, he murmured, as if he had a lot to say, but he trembled Almost at any time, you will fall to the ground, which is sad.It is no longer possible to take care of military affairs.His son was stupid and violent. It was absolutely impossible for him to be a willful dandy and rule over his father.It is said that the daughter of General Li Wenhuan is a prodigy. I did not see her, but only got a little information from the lone army, but she seems to be able to maintain the family property financially.

General Lei Yutian, the commander of the Fifth Army, lives in Maesle. Because of General Duan Xiwen's conservative style, he does not do anything, so the Five Armies are more difficult than the Three Armies, and General Lei Yutian's life is also more difficult. Gives a depressing impression.What shocked me the most was the guard in front of his gate. He was dressed in tattered military uniform and smelled. He stood there like a dead tree that could barely move.When I approached him to ask him questions, he stared at me blankly, then ran away in horror.I doubt whether he has the ability to guard against emergencies such as raids.This doubt weighs on my heart, Lone Army, are you so shriveled that it's hard to stand up?In fact, the guards were still strong. In the Battle of Khao Yashan, the third generation of children in the lone army were all conscripted to fight.I didn't see the real person, but I saw some child soldiers with guns taller than people in the photos, and I couldn't help feeling heartbroken.If they were in Taiwan or anywhere in the free world, they would be students in the fifth and sixth grades of primary school, and the first and second grades of junior high school, spoiled by their parents so much that they could climb on the roof and lift tiles.However, in the deserted city in the border area, this group of young flesh and blood of the Chinese nation dragged a gun that he could hardly drag, suffering and facing death.

In terms of foreign relations, visitors will feel that the three armies based in Tangwo are closed and full of keen suspicion.The Five Armies, based in Messler, are open but full of indifference.I once asked a military officer whose two sons were studying in Taiwan. When the battle was over and his wife was beside him, she first cast eyes at him and then gestured at him. Nothing could make her husband shut up. She simply pulled him away.This is only a trivial matter, but it shows a certain phenomenon.Gu Jun and his descendants are like a pile of fallen leaves, piled up in more than 30 refugee villages, large and small, rich and poor. Ethereal and boundless.To send children to study in Taiwan, although all the expenses are fully borne by the Disaster Relief Association of Mainland China - "Rescue General", but only the local "big rich" family can afford it.Over the past thirty years, too much disappointment, too much encouragement and promises passed down from the motherland and rarely fulfilled, made it difficult for them to trust anything.In the refugee settlements in that area, what the primitive life brings is not the tranquility of indifference to the world, but the helpless obedience to fate.

Medical equipment poses a great threat to people. I visited a family in Maesle, a simple three-room house at the foot of the Taihang Mountains in northern China.Just as I was about to step into the door, a man in his twenties—I found out later that he was eighteen—suddenly appeared in front of me. His eyes were as wide as a pair of copper bells, and the eyeballs were covered with red threads. He stared at me, He grabbed my arm like lightning, and when his family stopped and I was about to back away in panic, he yelled, "Uncle, sit down." Then he taught me to sit beside him, pointing to his own nose and asking: "What is this?" I replied in astonishment, "Nose." He pointed to his ear and asked, "What is this?" I replied, "Ear." Repeated this several times, he pointed to his eyebrows and asked what I replied, "Mouth." He laughed loudly and protested, "No, no, you are so stupid." The host entertained me graciously, and this young man named "Mi Meng" held the meal in front of him, Shouted: "Uncle, Hey Mimeng!" The master repeatedly slammed and pulled him, but he struggled to resist. I was afraid that his thick fist would knock me down, so I had to patiently feed it spoonful by spoonful like feeding a baby. His big mouth was fed to the third bowl before the mother dragged him away and apologized to me, saying, "He doesn't know how hungry he is."

This 18-year-old boy is confused, a victim of the lack of medicine. He was just born, as bright and lively as other children-the baby photos make me sigh.But when he was more than one year old, he got meningitis.So his intelligence is still a child over one year old. For seventeen years, his mother bathed him and changed his clothes like a child.My mother's tears had run out, and there was only plain sadness, and she said to me: "What I'm worried about is, what will happen to my child after I die?" No one can clearly say the answer, because the answer is too obvious, we can see the back of an idiot wandering in the deserted city after that time, he is calling for his mother with the mood of a one-year-old child.