Chapter 3 Chapter 3 Pandora's Box

1 One night nearly fifty years ago, a silvery-white crescent moon slowly emerged from the mountain tops of the Shan State Plateau, casting its clear light on the subtropical jungles and deep valleys of the Golden Triangle.On that day, the moon was as beautiful as water, but our domestic historians and experts could not see the crescent moon, because their eyes were blocked by the strict national boundaries. In the old and peaceful woods, under the moonlight, the eyes of the beasts widened restlessly, and the owls cooed in alarm as they saw a strange people who had never been in their world come into their world.

The Kuomintang remnant army, which had finally escaped its fate, took a breather for a while.The national border is a line of life and death, keeping pursuers and death behind.The commander gave the order to camp, and many bonfires were burning brightly, and the valley was full of noise and horses. The soldiers unloaded their weapons, ammunition and other burdens, and the men smoked around the fire, exhaling a long puff of smoke.The woman and the child shared a pot of hot water to wash their face and feet. They talked happily, and the child's loud cry sounded from time to time in the darkness.The porridge in the marching pot began to emit bursts of tempting aroma into the air, and the cook scolded his mother loudly, because from time to time, extremely hungry people came to steal the porridge while he was not prepared, so a kind of relaxation and exhaustion that had not been felt for a long time The happy atmosphere gradually permeated the camp.

Li Guohui wore a military uniform and hadn't shaved for many days. He looked very haggard, old and worried.His wife, Tang Xingfeng, has three children and is still pregnant in July. At this moment, instead of staying with her husband, she is sent to the family team to do women's and children's work.The bonfire flickered on and off, like an asthmatic breathing heavily.Wet branches creaked in the flames, and now and then great clouds of smoke filled the night air chokingly. Many years later, a guard surnamed Niu told me that Li Guohui was actually a mild-tempered person, caring for his subordinates, and never beat or scolded soldiers. In the Kuomintang army, such a good-tempered officer is really rare.But if cornered, any officer would turn into a roaring lion because of his bad mood, so except for the guards who followed the officer closely, the rest quietly hid aside, not daring to disturb him easily.

It can be imagined that although the atmosphere in the camp was temporarily relaxed at this time, everyone knew in their hearts that they had fled the country and no one knew what the future would hold.Where to go?Where is the way out?What awaits them ahead?An army of more than a thousand people must have a home, where is their home? Soldiers take it as their bounden duty to obey orders, and soldiers entrust their fate to the commander. The problem is that the commander doesn't know the way out.Obviously, fleeing the country is only a stopgap measure. They have illegally entered other countries, and armed intruders will certainly not be welcomed by others.The main force of the corps has been destroyed, the army and division commanders are gone, and no one is commanding them. Where should they go to receive orders?To Hainan Island, to Taiwan?Then you have to traverse the entire Southeast Asia, regardless of whether you can get out of the boundless virgin forest, and walk a long distance of thousands of kilometers, it is the sovereign countries that are the masters, do they allow it?What to do if it is not allowed, can it work by force?There are only a thousand people in the area, what should I do if I can't win?For example, right now, if the Burmese government does not allow them to cross the border and disarms them forcibly, what awaits them is labor and hard labor!

The cook brought a big vat of steaming hot porridge, but the officer didn't want to eat it, so he just put it by the fire.The officer didn't want to eat it, and of course the guards didn't dare to eat it either. They saw the officer frowning tightly, with a melancholy expression on his face, and scratching back and forth on the ground with a branch in his hand.The gruel factory opened, and there was a sweet and burnt smell in the air.The guard was about to reach out to move around, but suddenly there was a panicked horse neighing in the woods, followed by piercing gunshots, the camp suddenly became chaotic, and everyone's expressions changed.Li Guohui stood up in a huff, but when he raised his leg, he kicked over the vat of gruel that was simmering on the campfire, causing a cloud of choking smoke to rise.

At this time, it would be more appropriate to describe the nervousness of this group of people as "the wind is jittery, the trees are all soldiers" or "the birds are frightened".They are all soldiers who have fought many great battles and gone through many hardships, and many of them have experienced eight years of resistance war as officers and veterans.They should have been calm, but any movement at the moment would make them panic.An officer reported that wild animals attacked the cattle and bit a pack horse.Li Guohui ordered to increase the sentry posts and burn more bonfires, because wild animals are afraid of fire.After this false alarm, everyone can no longer sleep peacefully, and the dangerous environment reminds them that their fate is in danger and threat at any time.

The flames were extinguished, and the guards rushed to build a fire, but the wet branches couldn't burn well, and a whirlwind happened to blow up, making them all cough in embarrassment.At this time, a figure came over silently, put down an enamel jar full of porridge, leaned over to remove some wet branches, and blew on the fire vigorously. jump up. Fifty years later, when I interviewed in the Golden Triangle, I stared at this defeated army in the jungle across a long distance in time and space. I realized that this is an important moment, whether it is for the Golden Triangle of today’s drug kingdom or the group of Chinese who have left their homes. Even the fate of humanity, which will be plagued by the drug crisis in the next century, can be called a moment of great significance.If the Golden Triangle fifty years ago was still a piece of pure land on our blue planet, just like a healthy organ in our human body, then when did it start to quietly undergo malignant transformation and become a malignant tumor that threatens the destiny of mankind?

When the fate of human beings is decided by great men, it is heroes who make the times and heroes who make history.But more often than not, when all the external conditions are ripe, like the fruit is about to fall from the tree, many unknown little people follow the history and act as heroes, which we call heroes made by the times.There is only one condition to be a hero, and that is to see who is closest to the fruit. An inconspicuous bottle was washed ashore by the sea, some people hurried past it and ignored it, and some kicked it back into the sea.A child picked up the bottle by chance, and curiosity drove him to open the cap.This unintentional act has created a disaster for mankind.In the sky, a puff of black smoke comes out of the bottle, getting higher and higher, a huge devil gradually reveals its original shape, laughing wildly...

2 The person who lit the fire was Qian Yunzhou, the chief of the intelligence section of the Major of the Military Department. Section Chief Qian is very young, at the age of twenty-seven or eighteen years old. After the military headquarters was disbanded in Yuanjiang, he ran into the 709th regiment by chance.Qian is from Yunnan, and he is often ordered to go abroad for reconnaissance. He is familiar with the situation in the Golden Triangle, so he just happened to be Li Guohui's guide. "Chief Qian, Myanmar is definitely not a place to stay for a long time, and the executive department has also lost contact. What do you think is the way forward?" Li Guohui said after finishing his gruel with his head raised, and handing the enamel jar to the guard beside him.

Section Chief Qian picked up a branch to stir the fire, and sparks splashed and crackled from time to time.He didn't look at the officer's face, but looked at the fire and said cautiously: "I heard that Commander Luo of the 193rd Division left the team and went to Thailand with his own money." Li Guohui's face was sad.More than one Officer Luo?At the time of a catastrophe when a group of soldiers was defeated like a mountain, the trees fell and the monkeys scattered, and the birds fled to the forest. Many officers left the army and ran away as soon as they were paid, or sold their guns to the local chieftain for cash. Gold bars go abroad to be rich.There are too many such bad examples, and everyone at the lower level is in danger, lest they wake up and have been betrayed by the chief.

The moonlight pours down from the gaps in the trees, reflecting on the exotic valleys and river beaches.The camp was quiet, and the dangers of the past few months were temporarily behind us, but the road ahead was even more confusing.In the distance, someone hummed a hometown tune in a low voice. It was "Hua'er" in northern China. "Chief Qian, if I, Mr. Li, want to get away, I will never wait until now!" The guard came back from washing the enamel tank, and heard Li Guohui say loudly: "...these more than a thousand officers and soldiers are brothers who have been born and died with me, One day as an officer, one day is like being a parent, if you can't take the lead, but live in idly, shame on the emperor and queen, and shame on the people of the country, I, Li, would rather commit suicide in public!" Qian Yunzhou murmured and explained: "I didn't mean that... I was worried that if the chief wanted to leave, of course we as subordinates would have to go our separate ways." Li Guohui sighed and said, "Brother Qian, you are familiar with Myanmar, so you just give me advice. Now it's not a matter of who is with whom. Anyway, our fate is tied together, life and death are shared!" Qian Yunzhou tentatively asked: "Why don't you stay in the Golden Triangle and wait for the opportunity to counterattack the mainland, or how about seeing the situation?" It's clearly a matter of life and death as to where the team goes.Sometimes a wrong thought and a mistake can cause eternal hatred. There are many examples in history. For example, Shi Dakai, the winged king of the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, hesitated and slackened his will in the face of the surging Dadu River, which led to the historical tragedy of annihilating the entire army.At this critical moment of where to go, the future is uncertain and the road is uncertain. This small team is like a lonely boat. When the big ship sinks, where will these lucky survivors approach?How can they not be engulfed in the stormy sea? The inertia of history is irresistible. If this team retreats to the border and surrenders to the People's Liberation Army, then Li Guohui will not be Li Guohui.The reason is the same, if Chiang Kai-shek surrendered to the Japanese during the Anti-Japanese War, would Chiang Kai-shek still be Chiang Kai-shek?So Li Guohui is destined to move forward, this is his historical inertia as a Kuomintang soldier.But what is his purpose in going forward?Where is the target?What plans and plans does he have?At this time, it was a blur, or a darkness.An army shrouded in darkness is almost doomed by fate. At this historic moment, my eyes scanned the group of people who decided the future fate of the Golden Triangle, and I saw a spark of inspiration jumping in the brain of the young soldier named Qian Yunzhou. The inspiration was accidental, fragmented, but is miraculous.He suddenly slapped his head and yelled repeatedly: "I almost forgot!... The day before yesterday on Fohai Road, I heard from an officer of the 93rd Division that more than a thousand people from the 278th Regiment had crossed the border. It is also this route. I heard that they are going to Xiaomengpeng, and then take a detour to Thailand to go to Hainan Island. The leader of the team is Tan Zhong, the deputy leader." Like a firework hissing up into the night sky, the news briefly illuminated the darkness in front of Li Guohui's eyes.No matter what the future holds, the brother troops who crossed the border earlier are undoubtedly their hope.The reason is very simple, the two armies are joined together, and their strength is doubled. No matter what the next step is, their situation will be much better. Li Guohui patted the creaking mustache on his face and said: "...Yes! Catch up with Tan Zhong, I've seen him before, and we must catch up with the 278th Regiment! What will happen in the future, we'll talk about catching up with them!" The previously foggy situation became clear within seconds.Although the situation is still grim and the future is still worrisome, a close and clear goal has been set up, that is, to catch up with a deputy commander named Tan Zhong and his team, and meet them before they disappear in Thailand . 3 More than ten years ago, in order to write a long documentary literature about the Chinese Expeditionary Army's entry into Burma to fight against Japan, I went deep into the western Yunnan plateau and the China-Myanmar border to conduct arduous and unremitting interviews.At the time, such a long-distance interview alone was considered a feat.I have been to the Songshan battlefield, went deep into Tengchong, Longling and Hengduan Mountains, crossed the Nu River several times, climbed mountains and waded, and walked on the famous "Stilwell Highway" on foot.I once climbed to the main peak of Gaoligong Mountain, looked at the mountains of wild people in northern Myanmar beyond the sky, and I cried with tears.In the 1940s, the Chinese Expeditionary Army defeated Savage Mountain, and tens of thousands of Chinese people were buried in the extremely dangerous primeval forest instead of dying on the battlefield.Swamps, mountains, beasts, leeches, snakes, miasma, diseases, poisonous mosquitoes, small bites, hunger, pain and all kinds of enemies all attacked them. The Japanese failed to destroy them, but Savage Mountain took the Chinese army away. Become a skeleton.The history of China, or a history of the War of Resistance, is written on the land covered with bones of our predecessors. In 1998, when I crossed the China-Myanmar border and tracked down another group of defeated soldiers who had escaped into the primitive jungle of Yeren Mountain, what I saw was still a series of thrilling and tragic scenes.History is like a movie, which is often copied and copied by later generations. The only difference is that in the 1940s, the Chinese Expeditionary Force crossed the Mountain of Foreigners in order to finally defeat the Japanese, while in the 1950s, Li Guohui crossed the Mountain of Foreigners to create a huge Han Chinese. refugee tribe.The endings are different, but the process is surprisingly similar. They both buried nearly half of their officers and soldiers in the deep mountains and old forests of foreign countries. I can touch the context of historical development from the intermittent narration of the parties. From the map, the border line is only more than 100 kilometers away from Xiaomengpeng, the destination of the team, and there is a big mountain called "Savage Mountain" in the middle.This is an uninhabited area of ​​primeval forest with a radius of hundreds of miles. There are no roads, only a caravan path winding through it.Since the 278th Regiment got into this dense forest two days ago, the latecomers had no choice but to follow behind and chase desperately.Because there was no guide, they quickly lost their way in the maze-like forest, and later they all relied on a compass to find their way. It is conceivable that these unprepared civilized people recklessly broke into the dangerous tropical rainforest, which is tantamount to entering the devil's palace by mistake, and they will eventually pay a heavy price for their invasion.For hundreds of millions of years, nature has drawn strict boundaries on the earth, creating another forbidden area for human beings, namely forests and oceans.You see, the overlapping flora integrates the heaven and the earth, the birds are like clouds, the peacocks are dancing, the beasts are roaring, and the pythons are rampant.There are no traces of people, no houses, and no road vehicles and city noise.Nature endows every kind of life with equal rights, mutual generation and mutual restraint, endless life, survival of the fittest, life evolution.And reproduction and death have always been the eternal themes that dominate the world.Until one day in the middle of the twentieth century, this ancient tranquility was finally broken by the invasion of human beings, so the birds flew in fright, and the small animals raised their ears in panic. Through the cloud of history, I saw soldiers taking turns to open the way ahead. They swung their machetes and cut a path through the thick wall of vines, shrubs, weeds and plants.Men kept falling, struck down by deadly miasmas, gnats, snakes, and wild beasts, but then men marched on over the bodies of the dead.They must not stay, and staying means death.The officer received a report that both the healthy livestock and the population were decreasing sharply, dozens of officers and soldiers were missing and left behind every day, and the number of sick people was increasing day by day.The quartermaster reported that they had run out of food, and since there were no villages in the no man's land, hunger began to threaten people like a ferocious devil.Due to lack of food, the team can sometimes only advance a few kilometers a day.Li Guohui ordered the slaughter of livestock, throwing away heavy equipment, and sending people to hunt. However, these measures still could not fundamentally alleviate the threat of food shortages.The team's progress inevitably slowed down. Survival instinct supports people, there is no retreat, so there is only forward movement, this simple truth becomes a beacon that illuminates the team.The old man in Malutang finally choked up, his chiseled cheek shrunk into a dried walnut, and I saw that tear as strong as candle tears dripping down heavily, rolling on the floor and making a jingling sound. Fifty years ago, on a mountain ridge in northeastern Burma, this army was blocked by a steaming swamp.The swamp is located between two recumbent mountains, much like between the legs of a person. It looks very calm, with dense aquatic plants swaying in the wind.The officer decisively ordered to ford the swamp.But they never expected that nature has already laid a death row here, and those deadly enemies have been waiting in the valley for tens of thousands of years! The seemingly peaceful jungle swamp is a devil's bath, and murderous intentions are hidden in the mist.Due to the high temperature and high humidity in the subtropical climate, the plants decayed rapidly. After hundreds of millions of years of accumulation, the swamp became a world occupied by aquatic animals.Numerous microorganisms, molluscs, insects, spiders, suckers, leeches, coelenterates, and reptiles reproduce and thrive.The surface of the swamp is rust-colored, and thick red algae are distributed in the rusty water. Due to the rich nutrition, the growth of plants is particularly luxuriant, ranging from fine aquatic plants to wild bamboo shoots that are one person tall, lush and airtight.Even though it is a windless morning, those slender leaves are still swaying in the air for no reason. You think you have an illusion, the tree wants to be quiet but the wind does not stop, movement is absolute, and stillness is relative, but when you accidentally look down , was suddenly startled, goosebumps all over his body.It turned out that groups of leeches (water leeches) were swimming in the rusty water under the aquatic plants. They were as thick as plantains, and they held their heads excitedly like snakes.The grass stems and leaves are crowded with tens of thousands of hungry dry leeches (dry leeches). They are like chariots equipped with radar. , can turn a horse or cow into an empty shell in just a few minutes. Jungle miasma is also a strange thing.Before or after the heavy rain, sooner or later in the dry season, there will be a gray fog wandering in groups on the swampy depression.This kind of fog looks like smoke and mist, looming, it looks like the air is trembling from a distance, and it looks like cooking smoke curling up close.The strange thing is that this kind of mist does not float with the air current, but like an animal with hearing, it will follow the sound of humans and animals.Once people and animals are covered by it, you will find out what kind of smoke is there. It is clearly a tangle of hundreds of millions of small and indistinguishable poisonous mosquito bites. They attack all parts of your body with venom and germs piercing your skin. , into the blood, deep into the respiratory tract and heart organs.Generally speaking, people and animals who encounter miasma often die very close to death, so even the local aborigines avoid miasma in fear. There are also poisonous bees, poisonous spiders, poisonous snakes and giant pythons, all of which are like thousand-year-old monsters in fairy tales, lurking in the forests and swamps that appear to be calm, waiting for the once-in-a-century pilgrims to pass by.This is Leech Valley, called "Devil Valley" by the locals, a death trap set by nature. I can't quite describe the heroic scene when these desperate people were forced to declare war to death.There is such a detail, a few young soldiers took off their clothes and pants and held them above their heads, jumped down the swamp to explore the road, and only walked a few tens of meters. In the quiet and humid air, even the grass stalks did not shake. Variety.First, they screamed as if they had been shot in the back, and their faces and bodies were distorted in fear. Then some people turned around and ran back, but they fell into the water before they could run ashore, and the blood immediately stained the water redder.Two people landed by chance, and everyone saw clearly that every part of their bodies, including the eyeballs and nostrils, were thickly stung by various kinds of poisonous insects, like maggots growing from rotting corpses.When people hurriedly pulled the leeches off their bodies, some people roughly estimated that there were as many as a thousand leeches! The problem is that they have nowhere to go, and nowhere to retreat. Facing this piece of untouched nature, the chief was forced to issue a tragic order to charge.Wrapped in thick underwear, people plunged into the swamp like going through fire and water.The people in front waved burning bales to clear the way, and the blazing flames opened a short passage on the surface of the frozen swamp. The troops behind followed one after another. Women and children rode on the backs of the animals in fear. Once the fire passed, the ferocious bloodthirsty animals surrounded them again. Come up and attack humans one after another.This is an unprecedented fight, not between man and man, but man and nature, and swamp, and God and the devil.The sound of killing was everywhere, blood flowed like a river, and the swampy area hundreds of meters wide was like a minefield, like blocking a gun hole, breaking through the blockade of the Japanese devils.Some were unable to extricate themselves, and some committed suicide by pulling a grenade out of extreme fear and pain, but most of them continued to move on after all.The fallen people in front paved the road with their bodies, and the latter stepped on this passage of life to the other side. This is the most common scene in the cycle of life and death that has been staged by nature for hundreds of millions of years, just like the migration of wildebeest in the African savannah. Even though they are repeatedly attacked by lions, cheetahs, crocodiles and predators, and the screams and wailing of their dying companions are earth-shattering, the living still run without hesitation, extending their life trajectory to the future where the next sun rises... ... One day, nearly fifty years later, I was led by a local woman to Leech Valley, where there are now logging teams.The woman pointed out to me the stories that happened in her grandfather's time one by one, and I saw that this is a beautiful natural pasture, with quiet valleys, rich vegetation, calm and charming swamps, and dots of smoky grass. little white flower.A Shan man is grazing a herd of yellow cattle on the bank. The mooing of the cattle seems to come from ancient times.The bones sink into the earth, and the road of death has been covered by the grass of the years.I saw that little caravan half a century ago finally crossing the Death Swamp and continuing south.The head of the regiment, Li Guohui, looked back. The soldier's eyes were full of tears. He slowly raised his hand and saluted those subordinates who stayed in the swamp forever.The team went far away, and the swamp that had been boiling for a while finally returned to calm, just like boiling water gradually cooling down, the vortex disappears, and the rusty water is like iron.The nature is still so peaceful and calm, as if the world is as old as ever, and nothing happened.Only a golden sunset suddenly reflected obliquely from the top of the mountain, smearing this fairyland-like magic swamp with golden light, which was extremely brilliant and beautiful. Standing on the far shore of history, I bowed deeply to those souls of my compatriots who were buried in the ground to express the sincere condolences of a later generation. 4 The team's footprint continued to extend in no man's land. On the twelfth day, they finally met their savior. This was great news, because a native stone village miraculously appeared in front of people.There is no such thing as a road, and the cottage means residents, food, houses and short rest. Half of the team is sick. People have lice on their heads and sores on their bodies. Many people have diarrhea and diarrhea. The wounds of the wounded fester infection, women and children are in urgent need of nutritional supplements.Think about it, a stone house sheltered from the wind and rain, a firepit with dancing red flames, a pot of steaming rice (or dried corn, sweet potato and sweet potato) may be able to slaughter a pig extravagantly Or cattle or something, take a hot bath, put on clothes dried by the fire, lie in the house without fear, without worrying about storms, rain, dew, wild beasts and mosquitoes, stretch your limbs and sleep happily on it for three days and three nights .God, can you imagine what kind of happy life this is?Those injuries and illnesses are nothing at all, and they are guaranteed to be cured without medical treatment! Therefore, the cottage is like the castle of God in the legend. Under the golden sun at noon, the eyes of the suffering people radiate happiness and seductive tranquility. The old man's narration became hasty, maybe it was very old, maybe it touched something on his mind, in short, his voice was very depressed, his throat was rumbling, as if those beads-like words and sentences were swirling in his throat.I said, "Congratulations, you are saved?" He replied: "Yes." I said, "The master doesn't welcome you?" He was silent and did not answer. I said, "What do you do?" After a long time, he squeezed out a few words: "...Kill them all." I believe this is a bloody moment of the jungle, like lions and coyote clans fighting to the death for a zebra carcass, which is actually the right to survive, in the arid African savannah.The harsh laws of nature are revealed here.Of course, the native tribes do not welcome the invasion of the same kind. The reason why they survive and multiply in the virgin forest is that they are far away from civilized society and human beings. In the forest, they are the kings of beasts, nature is their friend, and human beings are is their natural enemy.The natives blew the whining horn and beat the fast-paced wooden drum, which conveyed an ancient and strong signal of war to the enemy, reminiscent of the distant ancestors of human beings in Africa and the Indians in the American jungle.Outside the stockade, many shirtless figures appeared, running around yelling, stamping their feet, and raising crossbow bolts and spears above their heads to intimidate the enemy. Yet declaring war and intimidation won't stop the army from advancing, it's a dying army, so they must trade the death of others for their own survival.It is said that Li Guohui originally ordered to shoot at the sky to drive the natives away. He needed food from the cottage instead of massacres.But the natives are very tenacious, and they are determined to defend their homeland and fight to the death.They nimbly hid in stone walls, caves, cliffsides and bushes, jumped and climbed like monkeys, and shot many small crossbow arrows and sharp spears from the trees and cliffsides.Crossbow arrows are different from bows and arrows, they are only a few inches long, and they are as fast as lightning. Those arrows and spear points are soaked in a kind of venom commonly known as "poison arrow wood" in the rainforest. Therefore, the soldiers who were hit by the arrows soon became black all over and could not survive. It is not difficult to imagine the ending, this is not a battle, but a massacre, and it is a barbaric plunder of primitive tribes by civilized humans with advanced weapons.An hour later, the battle of completely unequal strength came to an end. The indigenous tribe was wiped out, and the natives were killed and injured. They escaped into the woods by luck, the cottage was occupied, and the hungry army could be replenished and rested.The story of Nestle dove makes me very sad. I think of the bloody Spanish invasion of the American continent in the 15th century, the black slave trafficking in Africa by white Europeans in the 18th century, and the genocide of native Indians by white Americans in the 19th century. And the history of the Eight-Power Allied Forces burning, killing and looting in Beijing.Is the advantage of social civilization only in technological leadership?When I told the old man what I meant, his eyes moved and he said dryly, "What should we do?... Starve to death?" I am speechless. A few days later, when another evening was approaching, when a ray of golden sunset passed through the primeval forest that covered the sky and shone on the team that had gone through hardships, someone in front suddenly screamed.People looked in the direction of the setting sun, and at their feet, in the far forest and the edge of the land, a lake-like flat land appeared in front of their eyes!Oh, little Mengpin!Oh, Bazi... People laughed and jumped, and many cried, tears streaming down like waterfalls.The dam in the distance is so beautiful, the village is so warm, with winding rivers, flat roads, emerald inlaid crops and houses full of warmth.In order to reach their destination, Xiaomengpeng, they struggled in the nightmarish forest for half a month! But before people could catch their breath, the vanguard squad issued a battle alarm, and an armed team was rapidly approaching them.Li Guohui ordered to fight, the mortar was unloaded, and the bullets were loaded.But after a while there were cheers from the front. It turned out that Zhang Battalion Commander Zhang of the Qianwei Battalion finally caught up with Tan Zhong and the 278th Regiment in Xiaomengpeng. 5 Li Guohui sighed to people many times: Tan Zhong is a good man, a loyal and honest person, without Tan Zhong's cooperation, there would be no Golden Triangle today.I think General Lee told the truth, that is, Tan Zhongcheng and Li Guohui. Check "Whampoa Generals Record" (Guangzhou Press, 1998 edition), Tan Zhong was born in 1901, a major general, a native of Xingning, Guangdong, and graduated from the Xijiang Lecture Hall in Guangdong and the higher education class of Nanjing Central Military Academy.If only in terms of seniority, he can be regarded as a veteran of the Kuomintang.He followed Sun Yat-sen, became a company commander as early as the Northern Expedition, participated in the "January 28" Songhu Anti-Japanese War, and served as the commander of the 19th Route Army in 1933.The problem is that the Nineteenth Route Army later openly opposed Chiang, so not only did Tan Zhong not get promoted, but he was still a deputy commander in the year of knowing his destiny. Originally, he was not a person who kept his word in the 278th regiment, because when the commander and regiment were in danger, they ran away with shady money and threw a mess to him. He is an upright soldier and refuses to live by life , So he led the team into the Golden Triangle at the last moment. About two months after the fall of Yuanjiang, the Eighth Corps, the exact time can only be traced back to one day in the long dry season in 1950 AD. In a desolate place called Xiaomengpeng in the northeast of the Golden Triangle, a group of Kuomintang commanders gathered together A historic meeting.This meeting did not leave any written records, but for the future drug kingdom Golden Triangle, this meeting has extremely far-reaching significance. It shows the beginning of the Kuomintang army as an important force to dominate and rule the Golden Triangle.By the way, I once used this analogy in another work, history is a moving train, and every fork is a new choice.It was Li Guohui who moved the Golden Triangle turnout in the dry season of 1950 AD, and he decided the direction of history.At the end of the meeting, Li Guohui walked out of the room. As the commander-in-chief, he announced that the 709th Regiment and the 278th Regiment were merged, and a brand-new army-"Republic of China Revival Force Headquarters" was born. After the merger of the remnants, there were more than 1,600 combatants, more than a thousand rifles and carbines, dozens of mules and horses, dozens of light and heavy machine guns, and two mortars.Li Guohui served as commander-in-chief and head of the 708th Regiment, Tan Zhong served as deputy commander-in-chief and head of the 278th Regiment, Qian Yunzhou served as chief of staff, under the jurisdiction of three detachments and two special brigades, temporarily headquartered in Xiaomeng hold.Li Guohui had a broken radio, and Tan Zhong happened to have a radio soldier who knew how to repair it.A few days later, a ceremony for the founding of the revival troops and the raising of the national flag was held in Xiaomengpeng. Officers and soldiers lined up in neat squares, sang military songs, guns were placed around, and a red sun shone overhead.Old man Niu, who was the guard at the time, stood behind Li Guohui. He still clearly remembers the commander-in-chief's expression. The commander-in-chief had mixed feelings, his eyes were moist, and he was choked up and unable to speak after only one sentence.He said: Brothers, no matter how good Qingshan is, it’s not my home, we have to go in the future... I didn't say where I went, anyway, fate wandered around.Once they are ordered to return to Taiwan, there are still thousands of kilometers of hard work waiting for them.Family members sat around on the ground, all of them worried and worried. Women are like mirrors, which can reflect the fate of men.But at the moment they don't complain, because men who are soldiers don't belong to them, they are just a needle's eye in a soldier's belt buckle. Later, a piece of good news lit up the sky like lightning: the station was repaired.The radio finally rang, and the radio waves were sent out beeping, flying to the distant sky with people's infinite hope and anxiety.In the early morning of the next day, the radio station finally got in touch with Taiwan and received a long-awaited call back.Li Guohui couldn't wait to unfold the telegram, and there was only a short line of translation on the narrow paper tape: "Your department... solve the way out by yourself." The officers and soldiers of the remnants of the army and their families who heard the news that day were all weeping, feeling ashamed. An ancient Greek myth: the great god Hephaestus made a beautiful woman Pandora out of clay and water, and ordered her to bring a box to the gods, and told him not to open it halfway.Pandora's waywardness and female curiosity prevailed, she secretly opened the box, and various disasters, diseases and wars flew out and landed on the world. We have seen that when the fate boat landed in the Golden Triangle, Pandora's box was opened.