Chapter 51 1. The turbulent years

The noisy noise outside the house woke me up from my dream. I knew something was wrong, probably the 87 rebels had called again.I turned over and got up from the bed. The fighting these days made me sleep with my clothes on. I put on my shoes at once, and the door was pushed open. Zhao Demin said out of breath, "Yajun, the people from 87 are calling. Hurry up!" I put the semi-automatic rifle beside the bed without thinking. Holding it in his hand, he shouted: "Go!" and rushed out of the room with Zhao Demin. Outside the house were Red Guards from our Baolin sect running around, and several captains were standing on the side of the road shouting, all those from the advancing brigade went to the front door, and all those from the Red Gate brigade went to guard the back door!

I was in the advance brigade, and Zhao Demin and Zhao Demin ran to the front door with guns in hand. After running a few steps, there was an explosion not far away. It should be a howitzer that shot in and hit a factory building.Zhao Demin shouted loudly: "Mom, the sons of bitches are using small cannons!" The front door of the factory was not far away, and the gunshots had become more and more intense, and the entire front door seemed to be illuminated red. Several comrades were lying bloodied on the side of the road, and two female soldiers were running around to bandage them.

I stooped forward and rushed forward, bullets whizzed past my head. Vice-captain Liu Qiang saw me and Zhao Demin running over, waved his hand, and shouted: "Yajun, Demin, you go to the wall on the left." Without thinking about anything, Zhao Demin and I rushed to the left, climbed up the wooden platform, pulled the bolt of the gun as soon as we reached the wall, and fired without looking up. When I actually saw the situation outside, I was a little surprised. It seems that the 87 faction must take this place today and capture our secretary Lin Pingwen.Judging from the density of the guns of the 87 faction, they were almost dispatched in full force.Several second-floor buildings on the opposite street were all occupied by them, and some people were lying on the roof and shooting.

Moreover, they seemed to have brought a lot of small cannons, and there were more and more explosions in the yard behind me. I scolded the turtle a few times, aimed at a few people running around between the small buildings, and fired another shot with a bang, and an 87-year-old fell down in response, scaring those people to shrink back behind the building. .I yelled: "Kill one!" I saw that the person I had knocked down was crawling to the corner on the ground, and a person was reaching out to pull him. I scolded, "You son of a bitch, you still want to run!" I fired another shot at that person, and it should have hit him again. The person turned over and stopped moving.

Both Zhao Demin and I were snipers of the Advance Brigade, and I was the famous sharpshooter of the Advance Brigade. Just as I was about to shoot, a burst of dense bullets swept towards us. I lowered my head, dodged the burst of bullets, and smiled at Zhao Demin.Zhao Demin was also looking at me, seeing that I was looking at him too, he smiled and nodded. Zhao Demin is my good brother. He came from the same background as me, and he was also very bad. However, both of us are relatively high-minded. We fought together several times before finally joining the Red Guards.However, we have not received much attention because of our poor backgrounds, and many comrades with good backgrounds always exclude us, but if the two of us make military exploits this time, we will be able to stand upright in front of other comrades.

It is estimated that the 87 rebels knew that several of our snipers had come to our wall, so the attacks on our wall also intensified.I couldn't raise my head for a long time. But as soon as the shooting momentum slowed down, Zhao Demin and I immediately got up, put the gun into the gun slot, and aimed at the figure in the opposite house to shoot continuously.I thought I hit another one, because I saw the figure in the opposite house flicker and seem to fall to the ground.Zhao Demin also exclaimed excitedly: "I've won!" Then Zhao Demin and I retreated again, and sure enough, another burst of gunfire shot at our wall.

On our side of the wall are 5 snipers, 3 machine gunners and some ordinary comrades from the advance brigade, about 30 people.Maybe it's because our people gradually came up with reinforcements, and the attack on the 87th side began to be somewhat controlled.The 3 machine gun positions on our side kept firing suddenly and suddenly, which is also one of our magic weapons. Our factory is the largest arsenal in the South China Sea, specializing in the manufacture of guns and bullets.Before the fighting started, it was occupied by the Red Guards of our Baolin faction as the headquarters, so our Baolin faction has quite a lot of excellent weapons and ammunition, which makes the people of the 87 faction quite envious.If the 87 faction does not take us down, the victory of the South China Sea fighting will be ours sooner or later.

But this time the 87 faction dared to attack us directly, it seems that they also have some preparations.The dense small steel cannons falling in the yard may be the proof.And this morning, the vice-captain Liu Qiang also said that the 87 people might have brought tanks from the South China Sea Army, but they haven't seen them yet.Will they deploy tanks this time? Zhao Demin and I flinched again, hid, and then picked the bullets from our armed belts to reload our guns. I heard a female voice calling my name from under the stage. I looked down and felt sweet, it was Pang Yiqiao.Pang Yiqiao is my favorite woman, although I have never confessed to her, but I know she likes me too.Seeing her at this time made me very happy, and I threw away all the bullets and bullets.I hurriedly got down and shouted to Yiqiao: "Why are you here, it's dangerous here!"

Yiqiao raised her head and looked at me, she could see that she cared about me very much, but she shouted: "Come down and change your gun!" Then she shouted at Zhao Demin's snipers: "Come down one by one." Zhao Demin and a few other guys smiled at me. They all knew that I liked Pang Yiqiao very much and told me to go down first. I'm not too polite, I quickly got up with my waist down, got off the platform, jumped in front of Yiqiao, almost couldn't stand still and fell into Yiqiao's arms.It made both Yiqiao and I blush.I was still sweet in my heart, and looked at Yiqiao with a blushing face. Yiqiao's face was flushed red in the dark night, and she was very beautiful. Her big eyes were also blinking at me.I wish I could hold Yiqiao's face in my arms and kiss her, but I still held back.I felt that Zhao Demin was staring at me, and I felt embarrassed, and asked Yiqiao lightly, "Where's the gun?"

Yiqiao is a very straightforward girl. Although she seemed embarrassed, she told me kindly: "By the tree." By the way, she pointed. I ran over and picked up a gun, good gun!This is the real sniper rifle. I have heard about it for a long time, and I have always wanted to use it. Today is the first time I have it in my hand.I don't know what the name of this gun is. When a few snipers talked about this gun, they nicknamed it "Black Cannon".There is a slender scope-like thing on the gun body of this "black cannon". The gun body is very long, and there is a slight ring-shaped protrusion on the muzzle, which should be the last bridge of the bullet when it is fired. .

I picked it up and said secretly: "Good gun." Yiqiao said: "Bullets are universal!" I said, "Okay, I'm going up." Yiqiao said, "Do it well!" I picked up the remaining guns, I didn't intend to let other people down, I ran two steps away, and turned back again.Ask: "Did you get it yourself?" Yiqiao said: "Only our lesbians carry it." Then she smiled sweetly at me. My heart felt hot, and the gun in my hand seemed to transmit Yiqiao's body temperature. I nodded, turned around and climbed up the stage again. I handed the gun to Zhao Demin and the others, and the others all looked at me foolishly, and I scolded: "Fuck, I won't thank me for helping you get it." This "black cannon" is really easy to use. The bullets are gently stuffed into the magazine compartment. As soon as I pull the bolt, I can feel the energy of this gun immediately. I used that scope to look around, and I could see far away in the yard very clearly, and the thin black crosshairs in the lens were also positioned very accurately. "Damn it!" I was so happy! I raised the gun to take aim, and then I heard the deputy captain Liu Qiang yelling from below: "Hit me hard." I don't care if he said it to us or not, just because of the excitement of Yiqiao carrying the gun for me, I will do it well. I calmed down, as if the people from the 87 faction in the camera were right in front of my eyes, I locked on the target and pulled the trigger firmly.A strong recoil surged, which made me feel uncomfortable all of a sudden, but looking through the camera, the person I aimed at had already fallen heavily to the ground, probably dead. I shouted: "Okay!" 87 sent these damn things, let you taste my power! With the "Black Cannon", several of our snipers performed very well. For a while, the people in the opposite building and the 87 people running between the buildings did not dare to show their faces. The 87 faction also seemed to have temporarily stopped their attacks, and the gunshots outside the entire factory gradually started to scatter. Both sides should enter the stage of rest. But unfortunately, one of our five snipers, a comrade named Liu Mao, was hit, and he didn't die for a while, but it didn't look like he was going to die. Two machine gunners on our side of the wall were knocked out, and a few comrades were sacrificed, causing heavy casualties. I knocked out about six opponents, and Zhao Demin did well, knocking out four. Although the gunfire stopped, the density of the grenades fired by the 87 faction's steel cannons increased, and they exploded in every corner of the factory.Soxin's entire ammunition depot was moved underground. My younger sister Zhao Yahui was also in this factory, which made me very worried about her life or death.My younger sister has been following me since she was only 16 years old. In the past, she basically followed me wherever I went.But my younger sister joined the Red Guards earlier than me, and this is something I am proud of. At this time, it was 1968. My name is Zhao Yajun, I am 21 years old, born in Nanhai in 1948.My father’s name is Zhao Qingtu. It is said that he used to be the largest landlord in the South China Sea. He also studied in Germany and received German-style military officer training. After returning to China, he served in the Kuomintang army for two years. , was transferred from the army by my grandfather with a lot of connections, and returned to Nanhai to inherit his grandfather's family business. At the same time, he also opened some factories in Nanhai.It should be said that our family was a famous family in the South China Sea at that time. But after I became sensible, these things were told to us quietly by my mother.Because my father, Zhao Qingtu, was labeled as a counter-revolutionary, a spy, and a secret agent in 1956. Later, I also gradually understood that my father is sometimes innocent. When the Kuomintang retreated to Taiwan in 1949, my father assisted many officials and generals of the Kuomintang to retreat from the South China Sea. At the same time, my father also considered withdrawing the whole family to Taiwan. At that time, the underground organization of the Communist Party should have found my father. I don’t know what method was used to prevent my father from bringing the whole family to Taiwan.Because his father was a very family-loving person, it was not his wish to let him leave his hometown. Moreover, as soon as his father was liberated in Nanhai, he became the chairman of the Nanhai City Federation of Industry and Commerce and the director of the Public Security Bureau, assisting the Communist Party in maintaining local security. Law and order should have contributed a lot to the stability of the South China Sea. Unfortunately, my father was defeated in 1956. In my memory, a group of people rushed into my house, smashed it to pieces, and took my father away in front of our faces.Since then, I have no news of my father. My mother, my sister Zhao Yaling, my younger sister Zhao Yahui, and my younger brother Zhao Yaren were also driven out to a small mountain village near the sea on the South China Sea. My mother was also labeled as a landlady. Fortunately, most of the farmers in that village have received relief from grandpa and father, so they are relatively friendly to us.I was very scared at the time. In my impression, grandpa and father are great good people, no matter who they are, they always smile and are very kind. How could they become bad people?After my father was taken away, I couldn't figure it out. I once asked my mother why my father was a bad person, but my mother never gave me an answer. I disappeared once in 1957 for three days, but I didn't know it myself.My sister secretly told me that I suddenly disappeared while I was sleeping, and then lay in front of the house three days later.But in my memory, I was just sleeping, and when I opened my eyes, I saw everyone crying around me, and I asked everyone what was going on, and only then did I know that I had been missing for three days. This disappearance didn't have any impact on me, but from then on, things that happened to me gradually became a little weird. At the end of 1957, my house caught fire for some unknown reason. I couldn’t escape with my brother in my arms. The whole room was on fire, and it was about to burn us, but a big hole suddenly opened under my brother’s and I’s feet. And my brother fell down.Moreover, this big hole is still outside the courtyard wall, allowing my brother and I to escape unharmed.But after the fire was over, when my mother and sister looked for the big hole, they couldn't find it. They thought my brother and I were talking nonsense, but I knew what I said must be true.During the typhoon, I was knocked down by a big tree outside my house, and saw a piece of roof as big as a millstone was about to hit me on the head, but was suddenly shaken away by something, and then crushed my big tree Also inexplicably broke into two sections. I used to tell my mom I felt like someone was always looking at me and my mom would slap me and call me bullshit and no one was looking at us.Let me never say that someone is looking at me. After being slapped several times, I dare not say it again.However, until I was 16 years old, this feeling of being watched did not go away.However, I didn't feel terrible, but felt very safe. After my father was taken away, my mother's personality also changed drastically. My mother was originally a talkative and funny person, and she was also very educated, but after she came to this mountain village, her temper became worse and worse. She often scolded us while crying.Moreover, my mother is also very thin, and she has to get up very early every day to go to work, otherwise our whole family may not have food.I remember one time when my mother was sick and couldn't get up, and my sister was only 13 years old and couldn't work in the fields at all.After we finished eating at home, we stopped. My brother and sister were crying, and my mother had no choice but to cry with them.Fortunately, the people in this village are relatively good. A few farmers who have been taken care of by our family secretly gave us some of their rations, and we got through the crisis. In 1958, artillery battles began in the Taiwan Strait, and planes glided across the sky from time to time, and the sound of artillery continued all day and all night.We all thought there was going to be a war, but we didn't expect my father to come back.My father didn't explain to us why he came back, but our family moved back to the city again.Every time my father came back, he smelled like gunpowder smoke. Gradually, the conditions at home got better, and some soldiers would bring some food over.Mother also seemed a lot happier, and finally smiled.My elder sister, younger sister, and younger brother just went back to school and went to class. I found out later that my father was released from prison for two years. He had committed crimes and made meritorious deeds, and worked for the army, but I don’t know exactly what he did. After the war in the Taiwan Strait in 1958, my father came back with a medal, and showed us a certificate of personal second-class merit, and there was a letter from my father saying that he was safe, which was said to be written by a commander.Then my father was assigned to work in a place in the South China Sea that seemed to be called the Intelligence Department. He left early and returned late, and he often didn't see anyone.But the family is settled down. But in the process of studying, I began to know that my father originally served the Kuomintang, and that kind of strong patriotic education began to make me gradually hostile to my father. Every time my father came back, I was not very angry with him. , I think why I was born in such a family of bandits and landlords.Because of this reason in school, no matter how good my grades are, outstanding students will never be with me, and I cannot join the Young Pioneers, which makes all my classmates discriminate against me.I have a nickname called "Little Landlord", which makes me very uncomfortable. The quarrel between my sister and my parents almost never stopped. My sister ran away several times after 1958, and often said that she was the daughter of her father and mother from time to time, and wanted to sever ties with her family.This finally seemed to be true, and the sister left the house, never to return. I also followed in my sister's footsteps and began to hate this family more and more. I even hoped that I was an orphan picked up by my parents from the wild, or the son of some poor peasant worker. As a "little landlord", I wore the hat of a bad boy until I graduated from junior high school in 1963.I was 16, my sister was 19, my brother was 14, and my sister was 12. The red years are coming. In 1966, my older sister took the initiative to expose my father, but instead of me, my younger brother was picked on. This revelation caused my father to be defeated again. A huge cannon fire brought my memory back to reality. The wall on the right was blown away, and there was the roar of tanks outside.