Chapter 35 35. The "back door soldiers" of the Vietnamese army played untitled music

Whoosh! A Viet Cong grenade landed in the cat's ear hole.Three and a half seconds, no explosion.Don't think there is a fight going on.Throwing unstringed grenades is a communication signal between the Vietnamese army and our side (there are also stone throwers).The soldier climbed out, the sun blinding his eyes.It took me a while to get used to it, and I asked lazily, "What's the matter?" The Vietnamese army waited a few meters away, stretched out two fingers, and waved them - asking for cigarettes.The soldier said: "Smoke your black stick cigarettes." The Vietnamese army smiled flatteringly and gave them a thumbs up——Chinese cigarettes are good.He also said that their money can't even afford a cigarette, otherwise, who would smoke black stick cigarettes?After expressing, throw away a can of fish cans.The soldier took the canned fish, looked at the label, and said, "Just wait, shameless, it's not easy for us to earn some money." The Vietnamese soldier nodded to express his understanding.The soldiers entered the cave, and the soldiers in the cave knew what was going on, and were already peeling the cigarette paper.The money is not much, and the cigarettes are generally enough to smoke. This is mainly due to parents, relatives and friends, who send cigarettes from family to family, hoping that the children will be full of energy, not to step on landmines, and their ears will be sharper, and they will react faster to the sound of shells.Cigarettes are a good thing. No matter who sends them, they will be confiscated if they enter the cave.Peel off the paper from the cigarette pack, the tin foil is not confidential and can be given to the Vietnamese army.There are words on the cigarettes, which are painted with ink one by one.There are two kinds of cigarettes that do not need to be painted, one is "Ziguangge" and the other is "Folk Music". These two types of cigarettes only have pinyin and no Chinese characters.In fact, it doesn't matter if there are words on the cigarettes. The soldiers of the Vietnamese army are very affordable.You can't even invite them, and those who are officials will be withdrawn, and you have to check where you got it.The Chinese soldiers insisted on stripping the paper of the cigarette packs, and the words on the cigarettes could not be painted.The Vietnamese soldiers didn't care about this anymore. Canned cigarettes all carry trademarks, and their lives may be reimbursed at any time. What's the use of that worthless face.After the cigarette paper was peeled off, the soldier drilled out of the hole again, threw the cigarette over, and said, "You fucking smoke less, and pay attention to cooking, don't make such a big smoke, it's too choking, just go through the cracks in the rocks." Here we come." The Vietnamese soldiers went back obediently.

The Chinese soldiers defecated at the entrance of the cave, and the Vietnamese soldiers watched from the entrance of their cave, gesturing for canned food.The Chinese soldier said: "You want something good." The Vietnamese soldier pointed his lips and patted his thin belly.The Chinese soldier said: "Okay, here you are." He threw the canned container over.The Vietnamese soldiers had a good temper. They kicked open the cans and waved their hands—not interesting.The Chinese soldier wiped his ass, went into the cave and took a box of canned spicy food (the front-line officers and soldiers hated this kind of canned food), tore off the label, "Here, take it." Toss it over, in exchange for a thumbs up from the Vietnamese soldier.The Vietnamese soldiers were happy earlier. On the National Day of "September 2", the Chinese soldiers in this cave threw several cans of excrement in a row, "exploding" the excrement all over the entrance of the cave, and the Vietnamese soldiers screamed with smoke.

Our two holes were very close to each other, and we played very fiercely at the beginning. We went up for less than five days and injured Qiao Shiyong.After more than ten days, the little devil beat us again.We don't bully people too much, they throw two or three grenades, we throw one.They kept going around, setting us on fire, and throwing grenades, even the glory bombs.They were beaten wilted, and the cans were thrown again.Throwing cans is boring, they throw crafts again.They were very clever with their hands. Everyone brought a small saw and file when they came up, and made a necklace of hearts out of grenadier shells.Saw off the primer side, it happened to be a necklace pendant.The primer was removed again, a woman statue was installed, and a piece of thin plexiglass was fastened on it, which was sharpened with a small file, and a grenade loop was hung on it, which looked good on the neck.They also gave us rings.The ring is a butterfly shape, made of the fins of a grenade, and it is also thrown over.They also threw seven or eight leaflets, in Vietnamese, and wrote three letters, all of which were handed in, but small handicrafts were not handed in.They have nothing to do all day long, just doing handicrafts, and the sound of files and saws is very clear through the stone wall.We want to sleep, keep disturbing, so we scold them.The few words learned on the battlefield are useless. If you curse in Chinese, hit them with stones or tin cans, they will lose their voice, and they are quite obedient.They exchanged necklaces for cigarettes and gave them cigarettes. They were very happy and made us better necklaces, bracelets, and rings.They also gave us canned fish and compressed dry food. They also have compressed dry food and tea. Their tea is so strong that you can't fall asleep after drinking a little.Back to toffee, pineapple, biscuits.We give them luncheon meat, cigarettes, biscuits, leaflets.We have a tape recorder given by the Tianjin Consolation Group. When the music is played, they come out to listen.The leaflets we gave them, there is a picture of Ho Chi Minh, a Vietnamese woman crying to send them to the front line, and a picture of a Vietnamese soldier with a barbed wire fence behind him. He is missing his father. His father is in the background. He is a beggar. look.There are also folded comic strips, for our 35th anniversary National Day military parade.Their leaflets show that Wu Zhigong, a member of the Politburo of the Labor Party and vice chairman of the Council of Ministers, spoke in Hanoi, saying some outrageous things and making gestures.They also throw rice in bamboo tubes.Once we took a small bottle of balm oil, it was shiny, they had never seen it before, they didn’t know what it was, they had to ask for it, put on a hippie smile, if there was balm oil, we would give it to them, it was empty, it’s not good if you don’t give it , I gave it and I was afraid that they would be disappointed and unhappy, so I threw it over, deliberately being a little less vigorous.They didn't receive it, and it fell into the ditch below, and they were not allowed to get it, and they didn't hurt their feelings.Later, they fought again, we didn't want to see them, they were upset and scolded us.

There was a baby in a certain position of the Vietnamese army. The Vietnamese soldiers threw it to a high place and caught it again, having fun.The Chinese soldiers also came out to watch and applaud. The Vietnamese soldiers were even more proud and threw higher.Suddenly they dispersed again, but our side did not fire.After a while, a man who looked like an officer came out, and our cold gunner pressed the bullet and aimed precisely. There was a Vietnamese soldier in red underpants who was on vacation. The war zone was beautiful and the air was fresh. He would live a long life.He often sat outside, bathed in the mist of life and the sun.The guns and shells of the Chinese army avoided him far away, fearing that they would attack his right to enjoy peace.

This kid will go through the back door. He made a push-hand gesture to our soldiers, signaling to avoid them.The soldiers could not decipher what he meant.He crossed his arms and stretched upwards from his abdomen, then fell down on the ground, then stood up again, with his head resting on his hands.The soldiers guessed that after two more sleeps, the Vietnamese army would carry out shelling.Two days later, it was fulfilled. The Vietnamese army bombarded our position on a large scale, and our artillery immediately returned fire, inflicting heavy damage on the enemy. It is enough to know that he wears red underpants, and it will harm him if he is described in detail.He is free, and his mother and fiancée should be happy for him.As long as the probes of the Vietnamese military law can't touch his body, he will surely live a long life.

If peace is compared to day and war to night, then what is dusk? The sun is flat.The band-shaped pale blue mountains between the sky and the earth, like a lying python, sucks and swallows the fireball like egg yolk downward.The toothed sphere whirled and struggled, splashing the lava of the day.There was a small full stop trembling in the air. A Vietnamese soldier climbed out, stood outside the fortifications, stretched his waist, and howled long at Xiangwan's colorful clouds like a wolf.Another one came out, naked, scratching all over his body, no reflection of the afterglow on his body, and the uneven body surface plowed by the skin disease ate up the light.They call it Fangfeng, do not take weapons, and would rather be beaten to death than run out to be human.Come out, come out, more than 40 people, comfortably breathing in the minefield next to the fortification.Several of them can punch and move every move, making the Chinese army envious.It is a kind of enjoyment to defecate outside the cave. There was a Vietnamese soldier with his ass pointing at our position, struggling to defecate. It turned out that they were also short of water.After that, the Vietnamese soldier scratched a piece of stone and stood up.Don't lift your pants, he's not wearing them at all.He turned around and watched the stone flake that smelled of him roll down the slope. The flake staggered and ran until it reached the bottom of the ditch and lay down without hitting the mine.The Vietnamese soldiers breathed a sigh of relief and joined the ranks of the release team.More than forty people are a kind of strength. They are officials who dare not stop them. It is unbearable to provoke a mutiny, and it is unbearable to give them a black gun.

Our soldiers counted them. There were more than forty people, none of whom were officials or those on duty. There were fifty Vietnamese soldiers in this position, a full reinforcement platoon. The soldiers are jealous, damn it, why do you think we won't beat you?Angrily, he also went out.It’s also the same program, which went out to pilot individually, and after success, it became popular.When the cat ear piercers arrived, they all came out as if they were stung. It doesn't matter whether they count or not, don't you be afraid, are we worse than you?Maybe the two sides will go to war when it gets dark. It's not dark now, it's dusk.Dusk is a gap between war and peace, a neutral moment of neither yin nor yang, and a striking resting point of untitled music.

The lives stored in the two positions were all taken out to dry, and the two groups of naked and half-naked people were moving around, cheering each other.A serious note is necessary, this is not friendship, not peace.This is just a spiritual and physical need, their nervous system also needs to dry.They first have to recognize themselves as human beings on the basis of resuscitating something before they can go to war as mutual enemies. The truce at dusk has become an authoritative tacit agreement for survival in some positions where the two sides do not sign, draw or pledge, and do not perform any procedures.Be the biological clock for overhauling war parts.I don't know which year, month and day it started, nor which unit or position it invented.Tacit understanding does not need to understand and build bridges, tacit understanding does not need to build bridges.If you need yourself, you need the other person.The tacit understanding makes the evening brilliant and brilliant.

Officers of the Vietnamese Army also participated in the briefing.The presence of officers is often associated with intrigue.Our soldiers stared at the Vietnamese officers from the corner of their eyes, doing their outdoor activities as if no one else was around.The Vietnamese officer looked around, pressed his hand suddenly, and made a strong gesture. The highly sensitive soldiers of our army lay down at the same time, and quickly rolled into the recess to avoid the snake-like tongue of fire behind the gesture.Nothing, what broke out was the roaring laughter of the officers and soldiers of the Vietnamese army. They rarely laughed so heartily. They bent over laughing and burst into tears.Damn it, the Chinese soldiers climbed out, laughed and cursed at the Vietnamese army, and our soldiers ignored them even if the Vietnamese army pressed their hands.The Vietnamese army planned a surprise attack.At dusk that day, we had just been active for a while, and our army didn't see any hints. Dozens of Vietnamese soldiers disappeared without a trace. Suddenly, machine guns rang out.Dozens of people on our side all fell to the ground, and those who were not shot hurriedly rolled away. At this time, the sensitivity of the people was adjusted to the best state, and each one was more agile.There was wild laughter again, and the Vietnamese army came out again, cheering for a comedy.That gunshot was fired from dozens of mouths.This time the Chinese soldiers showed good self-restraint and did not scold the public.The Vietnamese soldiers were even happier if they wanted to scold the street.The Chinese soldiers also laughed, as if the Vietnamese soldiers were the losers, and Sun Tzu was the one who made fun of others.

Chinese soldiers love to swear, and Vietnamese soldiers are close to playing tricks.When the Chinese soldiers are not cursing, they are about to play tricks.The chief director is a platoon leader at the administrative level of 23 in our army.He coldly picked up a shovel and made a pull action. In an instant, the Vietnamese soldiers howled and rolled into the trenches. Our soldiers laughed so hard that their stomachs ached, and they started yelling at the Vietnamese soldiers.Seeing that it was all right, the Vietnamese army crawled out one by one with a smile on their faces. Seeing that it was not a new weapon, they also laughed and laughed. They didn't feel that they were at a disadvantage.At this time, a good-looking soldier from our side dressed up as a woman, twisted out beautifully, the Vietnamese army saw Xian Yizheng, and immediately uttered strange laughter, and two shameless people opened their postures to pee here, pretending The woman twisted enough, tore off her long hair, and made a face at the pissing Yue Jun, and the Yue Jun also booed around the two pissing guys, having a great time.

Now that you dare to come and enjoy the dusk of tacit understanding, how to enjoy it is a technical problem.The Vietnamese army took out a tape recorder, played a piece of untitled music, ding ding dong dong, and danced to disco.Vietnam Army disco dance is very popular, and some of them dance very well.Our army did not show weakness, and those who can dance or not dance together, follow the melody, forget everything for a while, dance, dance to your heart's content, exercise your body, and defend the motherland.It is ridiculous to always use the tape recorders of the Vietnamese army. We also have them. Last time we used yours. The Vietnamese soldiers are poor, but the Chinese army has plenty of batteries.The benefits of dusk are maximized. When the temperature is right and when it’s not raining, they dance. The dance music of the two countries takes turns. Sweat first when dancing, and blood bleed after fighting.It's not a spectacle of war. Didn't the Chinese Red Army have a party with the Northeast and Northwest armies?When the relationship between China and the Soviet Union was the most tense, the Zhenbao Island incident pushed people's emotions to an extremely agitated state. Some Chinese and Soviet army outposts still came and went, asking for food and drink.In order to beat each other when dancing, the two sides deliberately learned new movements and cultivated the backbone of dance.The idea of ​​defeating the opponent is untenable. There is no international referee to score. The division commander summoned the reconnaissance company cadres.The reconnaissance company set up many observation posts to observe both the situation of the enemy and our army.Seeing our soldiers running around, they have the right to notify the company to gather personnel and strengthen position management.The teacher said: "I can't always run to the front. Tell me about the situation at the front." Even the cadre asked: "What do you want to know?" The teacher said: "I want to know, good or bad Everyone said, what to say, I don’t blame you.” The company cadres spoke from various aspects.Speaking of Vietnamese female soldiers, the division commander asked: "Can you see clearly in the distance?" The company cadre said: "I can't see clearly, but I can judge the movements. The male soldiers ran downhill, and the female soldiers raised their hands. On the chest, little by little." The teacher smiled and asked: "What else?" The company cadre reported the situation of the dance.The teacher was surprised: "It really happened?" Lian cadre said: "I don't believe it, go and see in the evening, there are several positions jumping, it's very lively." The teacher rubbed his chin and fell into deep thought. Dancing again.The cooks of the Vietnamese army put on their white coats and hopped around waving their spatulas in their hands.The fighters danced skillfully, dancing, shouting, and occasionally blowing kisses. The distance of tens of meters in the middle was across the minefield. They danced next to the god of death, and the distance could not be extended or shortened.The two sides no longer compared heights, and concentrated on dancing their own dances. Hundreds of feet shook the plump red land under Sleeping Beauty, and the unknown track shook the drunken sun down into the sky. There is a strange sound in the music. Even if there are a hundred big drums beating, the soldiers can still extract the grim smile of death from it. "Aw--" The sound is approaching.Shells! The soldiers were not bad, the sound of the 60th and 82th pressures was low, and the shells "hissed -" fell to the ground. The 100mm mortar made a sound of "Day——" and "嗖—嗖—嗖—" was a clumsy 160 mortar, flying with the wind. The sound of the 85 cannon direct-aiming shooting was "哧—" and it passed overhead like a baby crying.When you hear the sound of "out, out, out", ignore it, the shells are in the air above your head, and they are hitting far away. "Aw—" It was a large-caliber shell that came down, and it would arrive in two or three seconds. Two shells fell and hit the place behind the Vietnamese army.All the soldiers on both sides hid, and the soldiers were trained to move extremely fast by the artillery fire. Needless to say, dodging the artillery, even if the grenade was fired at him, he could make a lying down movement about a second before the sound of the gunfire.It took 3.5 seconds for the grenade to explode from firing to explosion. As soon as the firing sound sounded, he could not only lie down three times, but also took a look at the flight of the grenade and made a decision whether to throw it back. The cannon we fired did not explode.It is also impossible to blow up, without Anxin, it will fall behind the Vietnamese army's buttocks, and warn our personnel. The dance is suspended until tomorrow night. Our position is stable, but not fixed.If you need to enter, you will enter bravely, and if you need to give up, you will take the initiative to give up.Our army made a position adjustment, preparing to evacuate six outposts from a certain position and move them to a more favorable position.Chief Yang went down to the post to arrange demolition work.Preparations were carried out in secret, and parts of the corrugated steel were removed in the eyes of the enemy. The Vietnamese army asked: "What are you doing?" Our army replied: "We will stick to it for a long time." The Vietnamese army asked: "Why do you insist on demolishing fortifications for a long time?" Our army replied: "Build the permanent fortifications and beat you fuckers." The Vietnamese army said, "Good wow, good wow." Ready.The materials were transported secretly along the traffic trench. The waste materials were cold sprayed with gasoline with a flamethrower, and explosives were installed in the cave. It was planned to ignite at 17:40 to basically destroy the waste materials, and detonate at 18:00 to blow up the fortifications. After a while at 17:00, the soldiers ran out of the position again, and the two sides danced and shouted as usual. At 17:30, the soldiers calmly descended to the traffic trench as before, bent down and evacuated quietly. At 17:40, the fire broke out and thick smoke billowed. Four Vietnamese soldiers jumped out and shouted at our square: "Hey, put out the fire, your place is on fire." There was no movement, and the Vietnamese soldiers jumped anxiously: "What's the matter with you, put out the fire!" Our military video camera is working in the distance. The Vietnamese army shouted: "You don't want to die, run away." Abandoned bullets crackled in the flames, and occasionally a grenade exploded. The fire grew bigger and bigger, and no one came out.The Vietnamese army stopped shouting and stared blankly at the fire, not knowing what to do.Suddenly they felt ominous, roared, and jumped back to hide. Detonate.Six clumps of explosive smoke rose, woven bags of dry stones, broken wood chips rose radially like celestial maiden flowers, and the I-beam flew across a parabola to a distance of 800 meters. Banana trees, acacia trees, and wind-tailed bamboos were shaking Dancing in regret, the leaves fell downward one after another, like a sudden catastrophe. The Vietnamese army on the opposite side did not dance for 20 days.