This year Zhang Weiping just turned 20 years old.In that autumn, Zhang Weiping’s heart was filled with an unprecedented passion. He stood in the military compound that he had been away for three years. He felt that the military compound that used to be very big in his heart now became much smaller in his eyes. .His heart is big, very big. In the autumn of that year, Zhang Weiping returned to the compound of the military region from the Fangmagou Brigade.The autumn of that year was always sunny, shining warmly on Zhang Weiping's body.He was wearing a washed-out military uniform, the mask was pinned to his chest, and the white mask straps were conspicuously crossed on his chest.It was not yet the season to wear masks, but in 1975, regardless of urban and rural areas, regardless of men and women, as long as they were fashionable young people, almost everyone had a pair of white masks, which were not for wearing on the face, but hanging on the chest. For a necessary embellishment.

In the autumn of 1975, Zhang Weiping, a youth sent to the countryside, was already the director of the Revolutionary Committee of the Fangmagou Brigade. Zhang Weiping had just turned 20 this year.In that autumn, Zhang Weiping’s heart was filled with an unprecedented passion. He stood in the military compound that he had been away for three years. He felt that the military compound that used to be very big in his heart now became much smaller in his eyes. .His heart is big, very big.He also remembered Chairman Mao's old saying: the countryside is a vast world, and there is a lot to do.At this time, Zhang Weiping looked at the military compound where he was born and raised with the mentality of a successful man.

He looked at everything that was both familiar and unfamiliar in front of him. Two-story buildings made of red bricks, with creepers growing in front of and behind the houses. At this time, creepers were no longer green and their leaves withered. Withered, only the branches of the wall-climbing tiger still cling tenaciously to the wall.The leaves of the sycamore trees in the yard also fell to the ground, and only the willow tree still had a last hint of greenery. For three years, this is the first time Zhang Weiping has returned to the military compound.Three years ago, when he was escorted out of the military compound by his father's guards and secretary, he made up his mind never to return to this compound, which suffocated him; It also bored him.When the car drove out of the military compound, he didn't even look back.He left the military compound before graduating from junior high school. He was less than 17 years old that year, but his body was already full of blood.At that time, the place he most yearned to go to was Vietnam. Although the slogan "Resist US Aggression and Aid Vietnam" had not been raised blatantly, he, who grew up in the compound of the military region, could still smell it all the time.

His father, Deputy Commander Zhang, was an illiterate person. He could hardly read any documents, so he asked his secretary to read them to him at home.It was then that Zhang Weiping began to understand the Vietnam battlefield, and finally he began to fascinate Vietnam.The Vietnamese people are in dire straits. Under the leadership of President Ho Chi Minh, the Vietnamese launched an exciting guerrilla warfare in the jungle and in the villages. Zhang Weiping, like all boys in that era, yearned for a fierce and passionate war!In the eyes of adults, war is a struggle between blood and fire, life and death; in the eyes of children, it is an exciting and mysterious game.Zhang Weiping was deeply attracted by the Vietnam War.Since he was in elementary school, he began to like to read comic strips such as "Little Hero Comes in the Rain", "Little Soldier Zhang Ga", "Plain Guerrillas", "Railway Guerrillas", and "Honghu Red Guards", which are found in all revolutionary stories. Heroes, such heroes made the young Zhang Weiping excited and full of imagination.At that time, he lamented that he was born at the wrong time. If he had been born 20 years earlier, maybe there would be no such thing as "Yu Lai" and "Zhang Gazi", and he would become a little hero.

Zhang Weiping is very dissatisfied with the name his father gave him, Weiping, which means defending peace.It is all peaceful, and there is no meaning at all without war.When he was very young, the troops were preparing for war. One day they practiced anti-atom bombs, and the next day they took the troops to the mountains for drills. At that time, Zhang Weiping was excited, and the war situation was imminent in his eyes. , One year has passed, and the days are still peaceful.The war never really started.A war broke out in North Korea in the early 1950s. At that time, my father was a deputy army commander, and he also went there heroically. His father gave birth to him by accident after returning from North Korea.Before he was born, he already had two older brothers and two younger sisters. It stands to reason that having four children is enough.But with the end of the war, his father was excited and gave birth to him again. He was called Xiao Wu at home.He is even more dissatisfied with this sort, but what can he do?

The war in Vietnam made his blood boil. He learned about Vietnam and the years of gunfire from his father's documents.The eldest brother, Zhang Xiangping, was twenty-eight years old at the time. He was a soldier in the Kunming Military Region and was a company commander of the Antiaircraft Artillery Battalion.Zhang Xiangping went to Vietnam, hid in the Vietnamese jungle, and used anti-aircraft guns to hit American planes. At that time, the Americans invented a new bomb called a cluster bomb, which was very powerful.The eldest brother was wounded by an American cluster bomb in the jungle, and died of excessive bleeding before he could be sent back to China.

While his father was listening to the secretary read the documents to him, his brother’s photo hung on the wall. He was wearing a military uniform with a stern expression, and he was looking ahead with piercing eyes, as if his brother had already seen the American plane. In Zhang Weiping's eyes, his elder brother Xiangping is almost tall and perfect. His elder brother is ten years older than him. As long as he can remember, his elder brother has been an adult. The year his elder brother left as a soldier, he left him a slingshot.My brother is a master at playing the slingshot, and he can even shoot down birds in the sky.He remembered that once, his elder brother used this slingshot to knock down a sparrow from the sky. After the elder brother shot the sparrow, he didn't even look back. When he picked up the sparrow, the sparrow's head was bleeding, and the Take body temperature.At that time, his brother was simply a hero in his eyes.Later, my brother left as a soldier.My brother came back a few times during this period. At that time, my brother was a real adult, wearing a military uniform, with a red collar badge reflected on his face.My elder brother always talked to his father and the grown-ups when he came home, and didn't say much to him.Sometimes I put a big hand on his head and patted it caressingly, and then said: "Little brother, when I grow up, I will join my brother as a soldier."Hearing what his elder brother said, he jumped up for joy.

Once, my brother came back from Kunming and brought him a whistle made of anti-aircraft machine gun shell casings. Several shell casings were welded together. My brother could play beautiful tunes, such as "Song of the Guerrillas" and "March of the People's Liberation Army". What, but he doesn't know how to blow it, he can only make a "woo woo" sound.The elder brother came and went, and when he got the news of the eldest brother again, the elder brother had already sacrificed. People from the Kunming Military Region brought my brother's military uniform with bullet holes and a group photo of the whole family.That photo has been stained red with my brother's blood. The photo is a family photo of my brother's last visit to the house, and my brother has always carried it with him.My mother is a military doctor at the clinic of the command department. That day my mother passed out from crying and was rushed to the outpatient department for infusion.His father locked himself in the house alone, and he heard his father's cow-like cry from the crack of the door. At that time, he couldn't tell what kind of emotion it was.

After a few days, the family returned to normal. It was not normal to say that it was normal. My mother was often in a daze and shed tears alone.The father seemed to be preoccupied, walking around the room with his hands behind his back, and he found that the white hair on his father's head had grown a lot.His elder brother died, and he hid in the bed and shed tears for his elder brother. He made up his mind to avenge his elder brother.From that moment on, Vietnam became his most fascinating place. In junior high school, he has already learned to read maps. He saw in the textbook that Vietnam is very close to Kunming. If he wants to go to Vietnam, he must go to Kunming first.

In the summer of his second year in junior high school, he climbed on the train.After he came to Kunming, he realized that there was still a long way to go to Vietnam.But he met several children like him in Kunming.Some of these people are from Beijing and some from Chengdu. They are all children of the army, and they have the same idea, that is, to set up a death squad after crossing the border, and shed the last drop of blood for the early victory of the Vietnamese people. They were found by PLA soldiers in the jungle on the way to Vietnam, and he was sent back.Zhang Weiping returned to the compound of the military region after leaving home for one month and five days. At that time, the school was on holiday. When he returned to the compound, many classmates came to watch. He also had lice, was black and thin, and his clothes were in tatters.On that day, his father, Deputy Commander Zhang, beat him to tears with a loud slap in the face.The suffering and grievances he suffered for so many days did not make him cry, and his father's slap in the face completely shattered his dream of going to Vietnam.He was shocked, puzzled, and confused, and he thought he was right.Why did his father beat him? He wanted to avenge his brother and those Vietnamese. He wanted to liberate the Vietnamese people who were in dire straits. What was wrong with him?

After that experience, the parents negotiated urgently, and the result of the consultation was that he would no longer be allowed to go to school.They want to send him to his father's hometown and let him go to the countryside.According to his mother's words: Wei Ping can't stay at home anymore, and if he stays any longer, he doesn't know what's going to happen. There was only one reason why his parents didn't send him to the army, and that was that he was too young.My father said that the army is not a kindergarten, so don't throw your face into the army.In his father's imagination, Zhang Weiping would do many embarrassing things.Send him back to his hometown, the meat will be rotten in his own pot, no one else will know.In the summer of that year, his father's secretary and guards escorted him to the Fangmagou Brigade, his father's hometown, and he became an educated youth who jumped in line and settled down. As a result, my father's prediction was wrong.Three years later, he has grown into the director of the Revolutionary Committee of the Fangmagou Brigade.