Chapter 8 8. "Great Buddha" and Vietnamese female soldiers

"Big Buddha" is an official member of the Communist Party of China, has more than 20 years of party experience, and is loyal to the party, the motherland and the people.In his own words: "Since ancient times, there have been no jokes in the palace, but there has been faith. A soldier promises a great deal. With me in southern Xinjiang, please rest assured in the motherland." It should also be explained that the "Great Buddha" is an ordinary person, and an ordinary soldier. Twenty-seven years of service.He has a happy family. His wife is a doctor in Tianjin Railway Hospital, his daughter is in junior high school, and his son is in high school.The son is the pride of the "Big Buddha".My son scored 600 points in six homework tests, and won prizes in mathematics, physics, and geography competitions organized by Tianjin.His eyes lit up as he spoke of his son's letter.The son wrote: "Dad, it is good for you to fight the war. You are so fat, so you can lose weight. You can eat canned food in the war, which is good. You can also make meritorious service in the war." In the eyes of the generation of the chronology, the war is full of poetry. The battlefield is a gymnasium. Restaurant, Fengshen Bang.If the "big Buddha" told his son that the war was like this, we would all agree.What our children hear from our mouths is Yingge Yanwu, how beautiful the butterflies in Laoshan are, how sweet the sugarcane in Laoshan is, how beautiful the sound of cannons in Laoshan is, and how tinkling the spring water in Laoshan is.There is no mention of the mutilated limbs, the burnt-smelling crematorium, and the skull dug from the depths of the cat's cave.Why give a child a hideous nightmare?

On January 20, 1987, the "Great Buddha" went to the top of Dongshan Mountain to see the position. "嗤——" came the shells.He is 1.80 meters tall and has a body weight of 180 jin. He looks like a living Buddha or a mage, and the enemy sees him like an officer.He was supposed to be the officer.Forty-four demeanor, the oldest commander of the entire army.He didn't say whether he was lying down. We think that the soldiers who called him the mysterious Buddha needed him to lie down and could understand his lying down.Before leaving, he said to the wives of his subordinates (he called them "family members") in a loud voice: "I will go and return with the whole regiment. I have been a soldier for more than 20 years. Do you trust me? I promise to go with you." Go to the same place, you give me a husband, and I will bring you back a husband." He went to the frontier more than 60 times, and this was the first time and the most dangerous time.The shell fell seven or eight meters away, blowing him into mud.not good!The other artillery commander who accompanied him and defended him yelled, grabbed him and ran away.The two old artillerymen were convinced that another round or even a group of shells of the Vietnamese army had been fired, and they were not used for direction and distance deviation correction at all.As soon as they got into the nearest blast hole, their previous position was covered by ammunition, and it was almost impossible to return with the regiment.

The promise of going together and returning together made him very popular, and he really showed up, which shows that he has a lot of ability and good luck.He loves soldiers like sons, this is the truth.A twenty-two-year-old typist from Beijing, who is exactly one-half his age, he has a godson by mouth, and jokes are affectionate.Writing this example, we are very worried that the superiors in charge of cadres will misunderstand the head of the "Great Buddha".On the front line, people's hearts are not separated from their belly, and people are very human-like.Fortunately, the regiment leader's love for soldiers is not just a show, and his feet are not afraid of crooked shoes.As soon as he entered the war zone, he carried out the "Respecting the Stewards and Loving the Soldiers Month" activity in the whole regiment. He proposed that "the regiment leader manages the whole regiment, and the whole regiment manages the regiment leader", putting himself in the position of an ordinary soldier. In May 1987, a forward observation post was blocked by enemy artillery fire and the supply was cut off.He called the battalion commander: "Prepare the best things in your battalion headquarters, and you must send them up." The battalion commander said: "The guns are too powerful to go up." You have to go up if you don't go up. He is not good at this order. Next, save a few people, and catch up with a few more people, is it worthwhile?He looked at the head of the training section next to him, who was shrewd and capable.He made up his mind to be the chief of the training section.He took out his only three packs of cigarettes left: "Take it up and smoke it for the brothers." The shells chased and exploded all the way, and the heavy-duty training fat man dodged around and went up safely through the cracks in the shrapnel.For three days and three nights, the soldiers who hadn't touched the water shook their phones, shouted "Regimental Commander...", changed their tone, and cried around the phone.The leader, this man over four years old, burst into tears.

It rained heavily during the preparations that day, and the 85th artillery position that was performing direct-point shooting missions up the mountain was cracked, and the regiment leader climbed the mountain to inspect it at dawn.It was extremely hot, and the regiment leader only wore a pair of underpants, and was covered in greasy sweat, like a Buddha. The soldiers joked that the mysterious Buddha had gone up the mountain. The story of "Big Buddha" comes from this. The "Big Buddha" going up the mountain is more or less auspicious.During the observation year, the scouts opened their observation positions and said, "When the regiment commander comes, I don't know who will be in trouble." He smiled, put his eyes on the high-power binoculars, and slowly inspected the enemy's positions.He wanted to give the artillery a correction amount. There were plenty of shells, and they could be fired everywhere.he does not.He wants to pick a target.Cannonballs are the sweat of workers and peasants, and he has no right to waste them.For larger shells, his monthly salary is only enough to buy more than half of them.He followed a Vietnamese soldier at the entrance of a fortification, stared at it for 30 minutes without moving, and determined that there were three soldiers in this fortification.He said: "These three people are sentenced to death." Looking at the watch, it was three o'clock in the afternoon.He expressed kindness again: "Execution will be postponed for 24 hours." At 3:00 p.m. the next day, the artillery was ready to fire, and the third shot hit. The fortifications collapsed suddenly, and no one escaped. I’ve filed a complaint.” He smiled, happy, and one night, he convened a combat meeting to study the vehicles that penetrated deep into the enemy.He described: "The combat meeting was noisy and noisy, not as serious as in the movie. Enough of the noise, the final decision is enough." Just after the meeting was over, the observation station reported the situation, found the lights, and judged it to be three military vehicles. He ordered: "Let the cannonball and the car kiss." "Measure the speed and heading, calculate the advance, and determine the blocking point. The first group of shells passed, and the lights were turned off. The observation station shouted: "Hit. ’ He said: ‘Wait a minute. After waiting for five minutes, three vehicles caught fire. The duty room wanted to report the results of the battle, and he said, "The fire should be bigger." "For a moment, the flames shot up into the sky. When the report was made, the superior had already received the report from the division's reconnaissance battalion. Another time, a small troop carrier was found, unloading supplies on the poor road of Qingshui River, and eleven soldiers went up. The regiment commander said later: "Cash to two groups. "When the words fell, the cannon rang, and even the boat and people were shot into the bottom of the river. The head of the Buddha and his team became famous, and the artillery headquarters of the group army sent Staff Liu down to verify the target. The head decided to hit a company command post, said The group hit the main fortification. Staff Liu said: "It was indeed a good fight, and it was blown up. The observer said: "Staff Liu, look at the tree." "A Vietnamese soldier's thigh was hanging on a branch, and it was mushy. The shelling lasted for more than 40 minutes, and all nine fortifications were blown up. Wood fragments, clothing and quilt fragments and paper were flying around, and more than 20 Vietnamese soldiers were dead. Heng Chen. During the bombardment, one of the enemy's direct-pointing artillery fired one shot, and the regiment commander ordered it to be killed immediately. The six companies on standby fired four salvos, and the enemy's artillery was destroyed before the second shot could be fired.

Only in the first cold shot, the head of the group revealed the mystery of the Buddha, and some details did not want to be mentioned again.And we're more interested in that. One thousand meters in front of the observation post, there is a blue pond bordered on the red earth.The Vietnamese army often went to fetch water, and when the weather was fine, they went to take a bath, wash their ears and listen to their clothes in small groups.There is no doubt that this is an ideal target for cold gun shooting.Because it was the first time that the cold artillery was fired, in order to be prudent in the first battle and achieve results, the regiment leader made careful arrangements, the artillery was also accurately inspected, and test firing was made elsewhere.After loading the shells at eighth and waiting for landing, three Vietnamese troops appeared in the morning, and the commander of the artillery company responsible for the shooting task wanted to shoot. Not to fight, not to fight five, not to fight until six." The three desperate Vietnamese soldiers were let go.In the meantime, one or two Vietnamese soldiers who fetched water also saved their lives.

We asked the group leader: "Why is it set at more than six?" He replied: "Six is ​​an ideal number." Ask again: "Why is five not ideal?" He couldn't answer.Afterwards we discussed that it might have something to do with the decimal system. Five is half of ten, but six is ​​more than half. It's like the difference between the first and second novels.If it is an octal system, five and six appear very close, and the middle line must be drawn between four and five, and five becomes a striking number again. Standby for four hours, at 12:12, "one, two, three, four, five, six!" Thank God, the ideal number can be waited out.The company commander was so excited that his voice fluttered and asked if he would fight.The head of the regiment said: "Let's fight." Six Vietnamese troops arrived at the water's edge, and the first group of artillery shells also arrived. The red mud water column rose into the air, and the blue water pond turned into a red water pond.Looking at the six Vietnamese soldiers again, four fell dead on the red soil, one disappeared, and only one fled back with a crutched leg.

My forward infantry jumped up and cheered for the accuracy. The head of the regiment ordered: "Strictly monitor, there will be rescue of the wounded, and if there are more than three, we will fight." At 12:29, three people came out carrying a stretcher. The second group of shells arrived, and one of them did not escape, so they were all reimbursed.After that, the Vietnamese army didn't dare to send out more people. They ran out every half an hour, hooked the corpses with hooks, and ran back quickly. They dragged them by force until dusk. The Political Department of the Group Army sent a congratulatory message.Even the medical staff of the former epidemic prevention center of the military region also called to pay tribute.Division leaders jokingly called him "the executioner."

The evaluation did not stop here, and the "Big Buddha" also heard some half-truths and half-false words. He narrowed his eyes, guessing the intention of our question. The female soldiers threw themselves on the sticky red soil by the pond, their long hair covering their pretty faces.At a distance of one thousand meters, with a 40 times telescope, it is only 25 meters.The enemy, the woman, the two shadows are emotionally unwilling to let them overlap. Since when did Hezhi start, an unwritten rule prevailed on the front line: do not beat female soldiers, do not work in military industry, and do not beat ordinary people.It is self-evident not to beat the common people of the other side.But female soldiers and palace workers are the military personnel of the enemy in the battle. According to our love and hate view, tolerance to the enemy is cruelty to our own people.As long as the beating is a palace official, the superior will approve and praise it.But when the female soldiers were beaten, the public opinion was not all praise.

Some words reached the head of the regiment: "I have nothing to do, what are you doing beating the female soldiers, they are useless." The head of the regiment said to us: "In this place, don't care about men and women, as long as it is an enemy, I will beat him." After a while, the head of the regiment pondered and said: "Female soldiers are all widows in war. A Vietnamese female soldier with a child." We asked, "I heard that the thigh of the female soldier also fell off a tree?" The head of the regiment did not confirm, but said: "After the shooting, a shell was fired over there, without a fuze, and a note was installed, saying that you are too cruel, and they are all widows, so you should be shot to death."

We asked, "What do you think?" He said with a straight face, "Whatever, hit him!" After saying that, he laughed, and added: "That was the only time, and I never hit him again." My Buddha is merciful.