Chapter 25 Chapter 24 Youth Like Blood

1 In the 1960s and 1970s, hundreds of thousands of urban educated youths went to the mountains and countryside in the Yunnan border area adjacent to the Golden Triangle to receive re-education from the poor and lower-middle peasants.Among them, there are fanatical Red Guards, children of cadres, rebels, frustrated people in the power field, children of conservatives and capitalist roaders who stand on the wrong team and draw the wrong line, and there are also "" "Five Black Classes", children of exploiting classes, etc. Of course, the vast majority of civilian children drifting with the crowd are the majority.There is no doubt that it was an era of depression, despair, restlessness and poverty. As a junior high school student who carried the cross of my family, I inevitably joined the army of exiles and became a part of this vigorous and sad and lost Chinese twenties. The historical witness of the new youth movement in the century.

During my seven-year career as an educated youth, I have heard and witnessed dozens of incidents of educated youths crossing the border. These young fugitives either openly joined the Burmese Communist Party, or mysteriously disappeared in foreign countries. In short, most of them crossed the border and never left. return. When I was writing in 1991, I used to consult a large number of educated youth files to track and investigate the parties concerned.According to a cadre who was in charge of the work of educated youths, during his tenure, the number of educated youths involved in such incidents, "...about a few thousand." He said vaguely, and added after a while: " Maybe there are more, and some people came back later, but I don’t know for sure.”

At that time in Yunnan, there were Corps educated youths and local team-jumping educated youths. The number of team-jumping educated youths was even larger and uncontrolled.An educated youth writer who had such experiences said in his memoir article: In June 1969 alone, more than 600 (jumping in line) educated youths crossed the border to join the Communist Party of Burma.Exactly how many educated youths wandered in the Golden Triangle and never returned, and became the victims and adventurers of this youth escape movement, there is no digital record in the archives.Some people conservatively estimated that there were seven or eight thousand people, some said it should be tens of thousands, and some people believed that the actual number of people staying abroad would not exceed several thousand, except for some who returned to China one after another.

In 1998, I entered the Golden Triangle alone. Finding the fate of these escaped educated youths was an important part of my interview plan.Rather than focusing on the whereabouts of the educated youth, I would rather look back on my youth and pay attention to my own life direction. If my wandering life hadn’t turned back in time, where would I be now?Will I be a writer? The interviews in the Golden Triangle are so complicated that countless difficulties and obstacles surround me like a high wall, which makes me exhausted.In the first period of time, I did not inquire about the whereabouts of a single educated youth.I asked many locals, and they all shook their heads blankly, with puzzled eyes, as if I was asking about aliens.

But I still refuse to give up. I believe that these old educated youths who have passed away are like petals that have fallen into mud. Some of them are alive, or they are assimilated as grass and unknown, or they are assimilated by the local people and become aboriginals.Of course, many people have turned into cold tombstones, lonely souls wandering in the depths of history, and some don't know where to end or where to go, which has become a legendary story among the local population.In a foreign country, these Chinese educated youths who were once feverish and fanatical, like foreign seeds, were contained, absorbed, and accepted by the land of the Golden Triangle. All prejudices, beliefs, theories, and utopias that were contrary to the laws of natural survival quickly The smoke cleared, and the cruel jungle society showed its true colors.The golden triangle is the golden triangle, just like a wolf is a wolf, if you can't become a wolf, you will be eaten by wolves.

I am eager to enter this unknown world of educated youth, and I am eager to re-acquaint with many peers here. They went to the other side of the border in that distorted era and disappeared from our sight.The question I am concerned about is, what is the content of the life chapters that these educated youths continue to write?Angel, or devil?Humanity, or animality?Blood sacrifice to fertile soil, or soul severing in a foreign land?In short, in the Golden Triangle, a stage full of drugs, war, poverty and killings, I have reason to believe that they will perform a wonderful drama of life and death.

This is a little-known special episode in the history of Chinese educated youth. 2 After the trip to Mengsa, I returned to Mesle. My quartz watch had a problem at a critical moment. It only worked for a few hours a day, which was a bit slow and passive.The hotel owner is a Chinese girl in her twenties, but she is smart and capable. She enthusiastically pointed me to a watchmaker at the corner of the village to show him. The watchmaker was a withdrawn man, he didn't like to talk, his face was sallow, his back was stooped, and it seemed that even a gust of wind could knock him down.I guess he is in his early sixties, wears a pair of glasses with profound myopia, and his hair is messy, even if it is dyed, it still can't cover up the glaring white hair.In the Golden Triangle, people wearing glasses are relatively rare, unlike in cities, so I guess he should have some culture.He spoke Thai to a villager who repaired watches with a cold expression. The man threw down twenty baht, and he put it in his pocket and went back to work.I stood aside and watched him fix his watch, and soon I found out that he was dressed strangely, including a pair of local flip flops, baggy shorts, and an old-fashioned blue tunic jacket with the collar tightly buttoned on his upper body.This serious Chinese tunic suit with four pockets dominated mainland China in the 1960s and 1970s. Later, it was almost out of print and became a historical relic.My youth was basically wrapped up by this kind of uniform with a dull face, so when I saw the Chinese tunic suit, I couldn't help but feel dusty inside, just like my grandfather's mood when he saw the long robe and mandarin jacket.

I thought, this is the Golden Triangle, and there are people wearing Chinese tunic suits.In fact, it’s not surprising if you think about it, they are all Han Chinese, descendants of Yan and Huang. As the name suggests, the Chinese tunic suit is the clothing advocated by Sun Yat-sen, so it also expresses understanding.The man didn't comment on my Mandarin, but I knew from his expression that he understood.The watch was replaced with an LCD battery and it was repaired. I asked him how much it was, and he pointed two fingers at me bluntly. I paid him twenty baht. At noon that day, the guide Xiaomi came over excitedly and told me that his mother accidentally mentioned that there used to be many mainland students in Maesle, but they all left one after another, but there was a teacher who stayed in the village.Xiaomi's mother has been selling rice noodles in front of the school for more than ten years, so she knows a little about Mr.I couldn't help being ecstatic, and finally found an old educated youth!I believe that as long as you work hard, grind an iron rod into a needle, and find a clue, you will be able to find the whereabouts of ten or a hundred educated youths.

The old educated youth lives in a low-slung shanty town at the foot of the mountain. In stark contrast to the large mansions in the village, his home is basically a tin shack surrounded by a bamboo fence.The locals say that most of the people living in these shacks are refugees who illegally crossed the border from Myanmar and Laos in recent years. They work for others, just like migrant workers from rural areas.And the officers and soldiers of the remnant Kuomintang army back then are now deeply rooted and leafy, and there are many rich and powerful people.I can't figure out how this dude got into such a situation?

A man came out of the dark hut in response. I was taken aback, because this man was the watch repairer I met this morning, and his name was Jiao Kun. Jiao Kun reacted coldly to me, an educated youth who came from afar. If only by appearance, you can't tell him apart from the local mountain people.I feel that he is like a stone tile, blunt, indifferent, insensitive, and without enthusiasm. I stayed at his house for two hours, and finally figured out one problem, that is, Jiao Kun is indeed an old educated youth, from Kunming, who belongs to the same family as me. Yunnan Production and Construction Corps.Before I left, I left him a book that once caused a sensation among the educated youth.

That night I tossed and turned on the bed, my mind was full of Jiao Kun's indifferent and indifferent face.I guess he is tired of life, his family is not good, so I don't know if he is interested in my book, will he throw the book aside?Why does he live in such desperation, even if he is placed in the mainland, he is included in the list of poverty alleviation?Is his indifference because he has been in the sea and his heart is ashamed?What secrets does he hide deep in his heart, what little-known life experiences he has had, or personal encounters with deep sorrow and pain?Can I open his dusty heart and walk into those historical years where mountains roar, tsunamis, long songs and cry?Is he willing to help me find other more peers and old educated youths? ... ... I believe that in the hearts of the entire generation of educated youths, without exception, there is a certain common emotion accumulated over the years of life. This emotion is entangled, cut and untangled, like a fossil, becoming a part of the soul. Some people call it "educated youth complex".My book once aroused strong repercussions at home and abroad. During that time, I often received letters from readers as far away as North America, Europe, South Africa, Australia, as far as Japan, Southeast Asia, Taiwan, Hong Kong, Macao, and domestic readers. Most of the letters were The old educated youth who went to the countryside to jump in the queue, their recognition made me strongly feel a certain blood relationship with my peers.It was because of this book that I met Taiwanese writer Zeng Yan, and later became a close friend of Hongyan Chuanshu. I think, do people's memories and emotions really die?For example, when a fire is extinguished by a storm or crushed by snow, those dying ashes may still rekindle.Even if a death row prisoner has been put on a noose, his heart still has the right to run to the world of freedom.Even if the fire of Jiao Kun's heart has been extinguished and the lock of his heart has corroded, is there no kindling that can rekindle him and open the key again?Even if the heart is like stagnant water, like a dry well, won't there be a day when the emotional turmoil will be set off again? I wrestled with myself, exhausted myself, and drifted off to sleep just before dawn. 3 A very rude knock on the door broke into the brain like a robber, or broke through the dream like a wild horse, and suddenly woke me up.I looked out the window sleepily, the sky and the earth were still in chaos, the hills were just showing their white belly, and the time was just past five o'clock in the morning. Who came to take pictures of my door so early?When I opened the door, it turned out to be the old educated youth Jiao Kun I met yesterday. His face became more haggard and his eyes dimmed, as if he had just suffered a serious illness.He walked into the room without waiting for my invitation, and said straight to the point: "I know you are a writer from mainland China, and I also know who you talk to every day. You have met President Feng, and Lei Yutian invited you to dinner, right? I know you will come to me sooner or later, and before reading this book, I have decided not to accept any interviews, because there is no need for me to be your writing material." I asked him what he wanted to drink. He looked at the tea leaves, then at the coffee, and made himself a strong cup of Nescafe, adding a lot of milk.I saw that he looked weak, so I quickly donated the biscuits. These foods are my dry food for staying up late.He was also rude, and ate up a box of chocolate chip cookies. I watched him quietly from the sidelines.After he pushed the cup aside, I said cautiously: "Brother Jiao Kun, have you changed your mind now?" There was some energy on his face and life in his eyes.He was looking for something in his pocket, I guess he was looking for cigarettes, so I threw him the "Hongta Mountain" brought from China.He lit one, took two greedy puffs, and slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.He said: "Damn, this cigarette is really good. I haven't smoked my hometown cigarette for many years. It's been thirty years... Yes, I would like to talk to you." I was overjoyed and stood up impulsively to shake hands with him, but he turned his head to one side, making me very sentimental.He puffed out smoke and said, "Of course you know that your book moved me, that's one reason... But you don't know, I have always insisted on writing poetry. In this ghost place of the Golden Triangle, what earth-shattering bad things, including drug smoking It is not surprising that opium kills people and set fires, it seems normal, but writing poetry is a puzzling strange thing, just like you are mentally abnormal. No one understands me, including my wife, who is only half Chinese and speaks Chinese , I don’t know a single Chinese character. Last night, I woke up suddenly from your book, like a person seeing his true face in a mirror. I should have the courage to face myself, although I am a very fallen person. Please don't be surprised, I will tell you the reason slowly... I accept you by instinct." The interview started so quickly, and when I was unprepared, the old educated youth Jiao Kun burst into my field of vision with his tired and vicissitudes of life.He sat across from me. If I am a hard-working treasure hunter, he is the door of the treasure that has never been opened. It is God's reward and reward for my tireless and sincere faith.With sincerity, gold and stone are opened, just like the famous Arabic myth: "Sesame, sesame, open the door..." Then the mountain cracked and the treasure hole opened. At this moment, I have no time to taste the short-term joy of success, and I will soon be overwhelmed by the emotional tide that follows.Jiao Kun is like a reservoir that has been in disrepair for a long time. He tried his best to activate the long-corroded memory gate little by little, so the muddy water washed away the silt. When his overweight soul boat was overturned and torn apart by the great waves of painful memories and sad emotions from distant times, his face was distorted and he couldn't help but let out an earth-shattering wail.The cries startled the hostesses in the hotel, and they poked their heads in panic to check. This morning, the narration came to an abrupt end. The old educated youth yawned again and again, jumped up and said that he had something important to do, and disappeared out of the door as quickly as he arrived.He came again in the evening, took a shower in my room, sat comfortably on the Simmons bed, and our conversation continued.During this period, apart from eating, he always mysteriously disappeared several times, and he always left with a yawn, as if there was a fire somewhere.Thank God!Jiao Kun is indeed the key to unlocking the mysteries of history. I followed him to dive into the underwater world under the solid ice to salvage the historical fragments sealed by time. Under his leadership, I gradually got to know many of my peers living in the Golden Triangle: poets Liu Zhou and Yang Fei, editor Duan Xueming, businessmen Yi Jian and Dong Minggui, long-lost Qin Dali, and Yu Xiaobing who has gone to heaven , Liu Heizi, Gao Liansheng, Jiang Xiaoling, Yu Xinhua, Li Hongjun, Zhang Heping and so on.Jiao Kun has all the qualities of a Chinese intellectual, full of a sense of justice, jealous of evil, and his feelings are not numb at all. Facing the shocking wealth gap in the Golden Triangle, he angrily denounced: "These are ill-gotten gains! Drink soldiers!" Blood, drug smuggling, arms selling, soldiers who are poor, and officials who are fat! Once a general becomes a millionaire... No one can tell how much money the chief has made. Don't rest in peace!" Jiao Kun publishes a dozen or so poems in Chinese newspapers every year, and he is proud of carefully cutting and pasting these works into a book.He has just joined the local Chinese Poetry Association, which is the pride in his heart. When he talked about these achievements to me, his face glowed red. I saw the glorious banner of the Chinese nation's "Writing to Convey Tao" flying high.Jiao Kun said that he hated manual labor since he was a child, and thought it was an insult to gentleness.He used to be a teacher in a Chinese school, but because the government promulgated a law to cancel the Chinese school, he lost his job as a Chinese teacher and lived a miserable life, so he had to repair electronic clocks, electrical appliances, umbrellas and so on.I asked him who he learned the technology from, and he said contemptuously: "What do you learn? Just mess around." I met Mrs. Jiao Kun once. She is a healthy, hard-working and hard-working Chinese woman with a straight and cheerful personality.Her greatest achievement is raising five tall and strong sons, and maintaining her family life with a meager income from hard work.Mrs. Jiao's first words when she saw me were actually holding me back and screaming in grief and indignation: "Come and see, come and see... this man!" I can't figure out what "ga" means in the local dialect, but I can guess that it is definitely not a compliment.My sister-in-law dragged my hand as if she wanted me to see some criminal evidence. I saw that Jiao Kun's face couldn't help but turned red.He concealed and said embarrassingly: "She is uneducated, go!... Don't be as knowledgeable as her!" Later, my sister-in-law gave me a bag of tea leaves that she picked herself. The tea tastes very good, and the branded name is Taiwan high mountain tea.Jiao Kun said that his wife earns her living by working part-time for Taiwanese businessmen, planting tea, picking tea, and making tea.He was stunned for a long time and said: "Yeah, I don't have the ability, I'm sorry for her, she and I have had a hard time." Until I finished the interview and was about to leave the Golden Triangle to return to China, Jiao Kun clung to my hand with reluctance all over his face.I asked him, "Brother Jiao Kun, just tell me if you have anything to say... Do you have any relatives in Kunming?" Jiao Kun sighed and said, "I don't want to bother you. I have been away for thirty years, and I haven't been back. I have cut off communication with my family... I have a younger sister, Zhang Lin, and my mother's surname. My father ran away during the Cultural Revolution, and my mother remarried, so I don’t know if she’s still here? The last time my sister asked someone to bring me a letter in 1972, saying that she was studying in a certain technical school.” I wrote down this clue and comforted him by saying, "Just wait, maybe there will be good news. I am very lucky, and I might be able to create a miracle!" Back in Sichuan, I immediately flew to Kunming without stopping.But the school has moved away, the unit has been cancelled, and I mobilized various social relations, and finally found nine women named Zhang Lin, Zhang Ling, or Zhang Lin from the original system employees.A friend made inquiries on the phone for me very responsibly, with the tone of a household register policeman handling major and important cases.A few days later, the good news came that among several ladies named Zhang Lin, there was indeed a graduate of a certain technical school, and an older brother who ran away as an educated youth in the frontier in his early years, and has not been whereabouts so far. I met Zhang Lin immediately.From the face of this younger sister, I am sure to see the shadow of Jiao Kun in the past, but she is very happy, with a rosy complexion, without the haggard and vicissitudes of Jiao Kun.I told her Jiao Kun's news and contact number. The call was tortuous and required a series of international transfers.That night, the brother and sister who had been separated for thirty years finally got on the phone. After the long years of wind and rain and thousands of mountains and rivers, the voice of the flesh and blood was transmitted to the distance through the radio waves. The younger sister only had time to call out "Brother!..." Immediately Crying loudly, tears pouring down. My eyes are moist, I can imagine that on the other end of the phone, Jiao Kun, the overseas wanderer, must also be crying, drowned by tears of happiness and sadness, right? There is one thing I have never dared to tell this sister.In Chiang Mai, I interviewed another old educated youth. He smiled slightly and said, "Jiao Kun? He can't get out of the Golden Triangle...he smokes opium!" I was dumbfounded and couldn't speak for a long time. 4 The war befalls the recruits in a catastrophic, unexpected fashion. It was a day in the 1970s. Yu Xiaobing, a Red Guard soldier in Beijing, was attacked by the government army just as he was carrying his gun. At that time, it was raining on the mountain and the sky was pitch black. My mind exploded.The carbine seemed not to shoot, but to grin, cluck, cluck, cluck... like the devil's dinner.The machine gun was out of breath, like many monsters howling wildly in the dark.Somewhere very close, grenades exploded one after another with a deafening crash.Bullets are flying in the invisible air, and you feel as if many sharp blades are whirring around, and if you are not careful, your head or arm will be cut off. Yu Xiaobing rolled over and rolled out of bed, but Lin Jianguo, who was sleeping at the door, moved faster than him. Lin Jianguo used to be a school track and field player and broke the middle school sports record. Hearing "Oh..." he fell to the ground.Squad leader Ye Ka hurriedly instructed them in Chinese: "Don't go through the door, go out through the window! Retreat to the woods!" Yu Xiaobing touched the track and field team member and felt that his body was wet, as if he had been salvaged from warm water.He tried his nostrils and felt that he was still breathing, so he wanted to drag him, but Lin Jianguo's body was limp, like a cow whose bones had been removed, lifeless.He yelled anxiously: "Who will help me? - Lin Jianguo is injured!" The enemy seemed to answer him, a string of machine gun bullets hit the door frame, sawdust flew, and half of the door panel fell down.At this critical juncture, Squad Leader Yeka crawled over and shouted in his ear, "Quickly retreat! I'll cover you!" The hearts of the Red Guards became hot, and they felt that the revolutionary team is really good, long live the revolutionary comrades!Just like in the movie, the squad leader really appeared in front of him at the critical moment.He quickly turned out the window and retreated to a safe place with the team.When the number of people was counted at dawn, the wounded Lin Jianguo did not come out. To be exact, he was not carried by the squad leader to a safe forest.He seemed to have been hit in the head, his head was "buzzing" big, and he stammered and asked, "You...how...throw it to, the enemy?" The squad leader is a "Yejia", which is a customary name of the local Han people.In the Golden Triangle, there are wild wa and cooked wa.The civilized and civilized Ka Wa are called cooked Ka, while wild Ka refer to primitive tribes who have not yet evolved, still eat raw meat, drink cow blood, and cut off human heads.Squad leader Ye Ka, with a dark face, threw a pinch of shredded tobacco into his mouth to chew, and said in blunt Chinese, "He is already dead!" Yu Xiaobing widened his eyes and said, "I clearly saw that he was still angry, how can you say he is dead?" The squad leader chewed the shredded tobacco and replied indifferently: "I fired two shots." As soon as Yu Xiaobing shot his rifle, he jumped up and cursed furiously: "You bastard! Pay for your life!... You murderer!" Most of the recruits are educated youths from China. As soon as Yu Xiaobing quarreled, he surrounded him. Squad leader Ye Ke quickly picked up his submachine gun and warned the recruits: "You all put down your guns! I will shoot anyone who moves... Godmother ×! He can’t survive, the wound is as big as his mouth.” All the people present were dumbfounded.The squad leader beat Lin Jianguo to death and turned the revolutionary comrade into a corpse. This is an unheard of crime!The track and field team members are obviously alive, so why do they refuse to save them?Class brothers, revolutionary comrades, if you don’t want to save him, you can’t shoot him!Can you do it?Where is your class feeling?Obviously, the educated youth encountered new problems that were not encountered in textbooks or revolutionary films. The squad leader taught the recruits a lesson: "Godmother! If the enemy catches him, his head will be cut off! ... If I am injured, you will kill me, this is an order!" The battalion commander arrived, reprimanded the recruits, and ordered the soldiers to be locked up for a week on the spot to warn all Chinese educated youths who had no military discipline.The battalion commander said: "...we are guerrillas. If the enemy runs faster than us, we will be wiped out! If you are injured, you either choose to commit suicide or someone else will shoot for you. A living man is left to the enemy." After Yu Xiaobing grieved in the confinement room for a week, although he was emotionally reluctant to accept this cruel reality, the reason was not difficult to figure out.Think about it, fighting on the battlefield, crossing mountains and ridges, racing against the enemy, the situation is extremely critical, who can carry Lin Jianguo who weighs more than 100 catties?He can't do it, neither can the monitor, no one can do it, and whoever takes the wounded on his back is tantamount to killing himself.Since you can't do it, why blame the monitor?Rather than the wounded being captured and killed by the enemy, with his head hung on a tree, it would be better for him to die heroically and avoid insult.But Lin Jianguo is his classmate and comrade-in-arms after all, and he came from Beijing, the great capital of China!When he thought of Lin Jianguo being beaten to death by the squad leader, he felt heart-wrenching pain, unable to vent, so he pulled his hair and howled like a wolf. As soon as the rainy season was over, the dry season siege began, and the fighting became more frequent.After half a year, Yu Xiaobing has become a squad leader and a veteran with combat experience.A bullet pierced his ass once, and an ugly scar was left on his face, which was a lifelong memorial left by an enemy with a bayonet. Fortunately, the injury was minor, otherwise he would inevitably become a martyr.Squad leader Noka had his leg broken by a shell two months ago. At that time, the enemy was attacking. He was so painful that he writhed on the ground. All the facial features on his face were out of position. Only his dying eyes shot out a mournful light. .The squad leader was not wrong, he killed Lin Jianguo, it was not his fault, it was caused by the war.Yu Xiaobing figured it out, he looked up at the sky, the sky was clear and deep, like an innocent trap.Instead of looking at the wounded, he only pressed the muzzle of the submachine gun down and pulled the trigger... The former Red Guard Yu Xiaobing was wiped out by his own bullets, and he became a real soldier, fearless of bullets and death, with a heart as ruthless as a stone.During this period, the guerrillas were always pursued by the enemy, and several educated youths from Beijing who crossed the border sacrificed several times: Luo Yuanchao disappeared while marching at night. Swallowing to the distance.The other Jiang Guoqing, who was on a reconnaissance mission, was stabbed to death by the enemy head-on.He drank a lot of raw water and had diarrhea. He just stood up from behind a tree, and before he could pull up his pants, a sharp bayonet stabbed his stomach head-on.After his death, his posture was ugly, and his pants were covered with shit. On a sunny day, comrades-in-arms gathered together for a drink. They were all educated youths in Beijing. The atmosphere was oppressive and pessimistic.Yu Xiaobing suddenly thought of a question, he stared at everyone and said, "How did Che Guevara die?" Li Hongjun drank glutinous rice wine and replied: "It seems that he died after being captured." Yu Xiaobing added: "Why didn't he shoot himself?" Those who drank were stunned. Che Guevara was a spiritual idol fanatically worshiped by the Red Guards. They all read "Guevara's Diary" before joining the international communist revolution, but no one could answer this seemingly simple question. The problem.Yu Xiaobing laughed so loudly that tears flowed from his laughter, and he kept talking, toast to being alive.So the four men and one woman got drunk that day, secretly smoked opium, and vomited all over the place. 5 Liu Heizi, a vandal and looter wanted by the opposition faction, just arrived at the border to join the anti-government guerrillas on the second day. Liu Heizi, a junior high school student, does not have so many lofty revolutionary ideals. He does not like reading, is not obsessed with revolutionary theory, and does not know what Guevara is. Even if he knew, he would never worship him.He is the kind of lower-class commoner who comes from a lowly background. His father pulls a tricycle and carries heavy bags at the pier. His children lack education and survive by instinct.He and his accomplices chose the road of crossing the border illegally because of the killing of people in Chongqing.If Liu Heizi has the status and power of Comrade Che Guevara, why doesn't he enjoy it and ask for it? Liu Heizi said: "It's impossible to go back. We've all beaten to death before, damn it!...I'm not afraid of fighting. I'm a famous fighting king in Chongqing. Who wouldn't be afraid if I saw it? That time at Chaotianmen, I fired 10,000 rounds of bullets in one breath, and the barrel hit a few red ones! Who would dare to gamble on cigarettes at living targets? So I said, brothers, work hard, and you will sit in the world in the future, and everyone will not make a governor or city Keep going! Anyway, there is a revolution, and killing people is not worth their lives!" But the fighting king in Chongqing was so scared that he peed his pants for the first time on the battlefield. It was an encounter, a real war, not the smoky mass fighting in Chongqing.The guerrillas were about to enter the stockade when government troops came out of the stockade. Gunshots rang out immediately. A large Dum bullet smashed the trunk of a tree with a thick bowl in half, and the branch hit Liu Heizi's head. Blow up a big blood bag.Just when he fell to the ground, a person seemed to be blown down by the wind and weighed heavily on him. The person seemed to have just been picked up from the sticky sea water. He was wet all over, exuding a warm and strong smell of fresh seaweed. Salty fishy smell.He felt that the sea water was still dripping down that body, onto his face and mouth, crawling like little bugs, making him itchy.He smashed his tongue, feeling that the sea water is salty, no, it seems to be sweet, thick and thick like the rice paste boiled by his grandmother when he was a child. A mortar shell exploded nearby, nearly deafening his ears, and the blast blasted the man from him.He tried his best to open his blurred eyes that were glued together, and only then did he see clearly that the man was his classmate Chen Luogua.Chen Luogua's eyes were wide open, he looked very frightened, and his stomach had become a hollow.Liu Heizi wiped his face quickly, and grabbed the broken intestines and human stomach with one hand. There was still breakfast and undigested food in the stomach.As soon as the fighting king got sick, he lay on the ground and vomited. The gun battle was fierce, and the shooting of various weapons was simply earth-shattering, boom boom boom boom boom boom boom clang clang clang clang clang clang clanging sword shadows, and the god of death danced all over the sky.Everyone is killing and being killed. They gamble with their lives. Although the final outcome has not yet happened, there are constant wailing and screams of pain, like a slaughterhouse. Anyway, those people must not be winners.The people who were shot fell down like animals, with their feet on their backs, some convulsed and twisted, and some were motionless, as if they were asleep.A lot of red liquid flowed out of their bodies, making people feel that their bodies themselves were fragile glass bottles. What is martial arts?It is a carnival for the Chinese proletariat, a simulated killing game for adults.War is the real feast of death.It's like actors performing a harvesting dance on stage, melodious and colorful, but they will never learn to harvest, while the dark-faced peasant women are working in the paddy fields, and the rice is poured straight on the mud with just one touch.Soldiers are homicide experts, and their job is to harvest death.They didn't even have to bend down, just moved their fingers lightly, and their lives fell on the dirty mud like rice. At this moment, Liu Heizi, the fighting king from the mountain city of Chongqing, was surrounded by a deep atmosphere of fear and death. He buried his head in the soil, his body trembling like a leaf, wishing he could find a crack in the ground and crawl into it.He felt as if a whip had swished on his neck, and with just such a slight twitch, the flesh on his neck split like a flimsy newspaper, blood splashed everywhere, and he saw his neck was broken all at once. . "Oh...my head is going to fall off!" Thinking of this, his urine gurgled down his pants. A grenade exploded not far away, kicking up mud and splashing his head and face.He moved, and subconsciously shook off the dirt on his head, only to realize that his head was still growing firmly on his shoulders, and his neck had not been broken in two.At this time, he heard an out-of-tune voice shouting eagerly in his heart: "You are not dead, you are alive!... You have to live!" In an instant, the fresh life and the desire to live returned to his body, and the blood was still bubbling in his body. He turned over and rolled into a ditch desperately.The roll did save his life, for before long he saw a volley of machine-gun bullets hit the spot where he had been lying.The bullets swirled gracefully in the air, jumped and sang, like a flock of happy birds, luckily he dodged in time.The bullet hit the stone, and the stone immediately split like rotten wood, splashing a group of colorful sparks.He hid weakly under a rock, sweating profusely like a newborn baby. Fortunately, the government forces did not have the upper hand, and they retreated after fighting for a while. The guerrillas swept the battlefield and found the wounded Chongqing educated youth Liu Heizi under the rock.In fact, Liu Heizi didn't suffer any serious injuries, just scratched a little, and it was fine to wipe off the shochu.It's just that his emotional recovery was slower, and it took a few weeks to gradually return to normal.