The Fourteenth Of a Heroic Life of a Northern Jiangsu Boy: Burning Triangle Letter

Chapter Nineteen: The Burning Triangle Letter

When Wu Jincai led his troops to lead Guangdong with the large army and liberated the whole country, he was ordered to take a train north from Guangzhou with his soldiers, return to the northeast, and garrison Jiamusi in Heilongjiang Province.

This time, the task of the troops is not to fight, but to carry out military reclamation and plant soybeans.

There is a vast wilderness in the northeast!

In the winter, standing on this wasteland, there is flat white snow everywhere, and there is no one in the four fields, no cooking smoke, no birds, only silence, silence like a lifeless moon. In the spring, the ice melted and the snow melted, and the fertile land was like fermented bread, soft and oily.

Wu Jincai led the athletes of the artillery battalion to this land, bringing vigorous vitality to the ancient land. Tractors lined up in neat lines, rumbling forward, shining plows and waves of oil-black earth in the field. A few wild wolves emerging from nowhere, persistently following the tractor, running around happily, and it turned out that they were chasing the gophers that had been ploughed by the tractor - this is their fat breakfast!

After March, the weather became warmer and warmer, and the soybeans sown by Wu Jincai and the soldiers all popped out of the land, and the green branches and leaves stained the ancient Northern Wilderness, and the vast exuberant soybeans were all over the sky. Sometimes, in the light rain of early summer, Wu Jincai wore a bucket hat and a robe, and he looked at the crops that were in sight of the rising and falling harvest, and his heart was full of sweetness, and he seemed to be able to hear the sound of soybeans pulling on the ground, it was the sound of freedom, it was the sound of vitality, it was the voice of longing for growth. Ah, only the warriors who have been in the war for a long time can deeply feel the intoxication of this peace!

Peace is intoxicating, but even more intoxicating is the nostalgia of the warriors. Nostalgia, it is like old wine, the longer the time, the more mellow it is, the more fragrant it is.

Yes, Wu Jincai, like the warriors, has been away from his hometown for a long time, and sometimes, in his sleep, Wu Jincai is asking: Mom, how are you? Wife, are you okay?

In the past, in the midst of the flying artillery fire, Wu Jin only promised the country with his own body, and he pressed the rich nostalgia in his heart, and only in his sleep would he dream of Jiangsu, dreaming of the clear flowing water of the Northern Jiangsu Plain, the golden yellow rape flowers, the fragrant lotus bags of the Dragon Boat Festival, and the lotus leaf lamps that filled the river in July and a half.

Now, after returning from Guangzhou to jiamusi army reclamation, Wu Jincai's desire to return to his hometown to visit his family is becoming more and more foolish. Therefore, like the soldiers of the artillery battalion, he also made a family visit report. The superior chief was very aware of the soldiers' wishes, and soon approved a group of soldiers to return home to visit their relatives. Since the party's discipline requires cadres to suffer first and pleasures to come later, Wu Jincai and others were placed in the second batch. When he received the notice of the military department's arrangement, his heart jumped with joy, as if he was going home tomorrow, he specially cut his hair, washed his clothes, and looked at the southern sky from afar, and Wu Jincai indulged in cheers:

"Mom, you wait, your son is going to come home to see you!"

However, his happiness soon turned into smoke and shattered by the artillery fire of war.

On June 25, 1950, a civil war broke out in Korea, and the United States sensed the opportunity from the civil war and wasted no time in leading a large number of vassal troops to land at Inchon in Korea and attack north from the 38th Parallel. For a moment, planes roared in the sky, tanks roared on the ground, warships in the sea flew by, and North Korea was suddenly immersed in a sea of bullets and fire.

On October 19, the U.S. military occupied Pyongyang, the capital of North Korea, and it is reasonable to say that they occupied the capital of the people and should be satisfied, but the Yankees' desires are difficult to fill, and their ultimate goal is still in the north. So, the devil's iron current, taking advantage of the victory, rolled over to the north of Pyongyang, advanced, advanced, bombed, bombed, and bombarded again, straight to the Yalu River on the border between China and North Korea.

At that time, my young republic was only one year old, and the continuous wars of the past half century had torn the land of China into tears. The destruction of the Kuomintang and the attacks of the bandits weighed heavily on the heads of the party and the people like the ruins of the mountains. Therefore, as far as the aspirations of the Chinese people are concerned, the four hundred and fifty million people yearn for peace, for tranquility, and we do not want to fight for even a day! However, the trees want to be quiet and the wind is not stopping, and you are unwilling to fight, but the United States and its servant countries have thrown shells at your doorstep, and even thrown them on the land on my northeast border, forcing you to fight.

In the face of such unbridled provocation, can you leave it alone? Can you bury your head in humiliation? No!

In the face of the rampant attack of US imperialism, Chairman Mao of the CPC Central Committee, with great heroism and in order to resist the United States and aid Korea and defend the country, decided to form the Chinese People's Volunteer Army, with Peng Dehuai, vice chairman of the People's Military Committee of the Central People's Government, as commander and political commissar of the Chinese People's Volunteer Army.

As a soldier, Wu Jincai had been paying close attention to the situation since the outbreak of the Korean Civil War, and at the same time he vaguely felt that he was walking to the brink of war.

Sure enough, the Central Military Commission issued an urgent notice: All cadres of the troops should stop taking vacations, and those who had already taken leave must send a telegram to return to the team on schedule. At the same time, all troops are required to make good preparations for battle and prevent the United States and its servant countries from using Korea as a springboard to invade our country on a large scale.

The alarm of war has been sounded.

According to the orders of his superiors, Wu Jincai quickly handed over all the machinery and equipment such as soybeans and tractors planted to the local government. He led an artillery battalion from Jiamusi, Heilongjiang Province, to Mudanjiang, where he waited for new orders from the military headquarters.

At that time, Wu Jincai's artillery battalion was subordinate to the Forty-seventh Regiment of the Eighth Artillery Division. Since June, their battalion has modified the Soviet 152 plus howitzer, which has the ballistic performance of both cannons and howitzers, and is more powerful and capable of destroying the enemy's stronger military facilities. With a range of 17,000 meters, it was the new weapon with the fiercest firepower and the longest range of our army at that time.

In order to meet the needs of the new war, Wu Jincai was sent by the regimental ministry to train at the Shenyang Senior Artillery School for three months, and through conscientious study, Wu Jincai not only systematically learned the theoretical knowledge such as the structure and shooting principle of the new type of artillery, but also mastered the artillery bombardment technology. After three months of training, he returned to Mudanjiang City and led the troops to do arduous live-fire training every day.

One day in September, Wu Jincai was directing companies to conduct military exercises when his guards ran over: "Report, battalion commander, your letter." ”

Wu Jincai took the letter, and his heart couldn't help but shiver: It was actually a fire triangle letter!

In Wu Jincai's hometown, there is such a traditional habit, where three corner holes are burned in the envelope, it means that this is a letter from a relative in critical condition, and three small black fire holes mean three words: urgent, urgent! urgent!!

The letter was written by the mother Wu Wangshi, and the letter said;

"Jin Cai'er, you went home once in the winter of 1944, and after marrying Zhengying, you have been away from home for six years, do you still want your mother?" Don't you want to come back and see your mom?

"Son, I think after you were born, you were really skinny." It is your mother who uses milk to make you strong and fat. The landlord of the Xia family wanted to buy you with a few buckets of rice, but the grandmother and grandmother refused to let you let your grandfather and your mother take you home and raise you.

"At that time, when you were growing up and there was not enough milk to eat, your mother insisted on chewing raw rice in her mouth, and then slowly boiled it over a low heat and boiled it into rice soup porridge to feed you." Do you know how much rice to chew in a day as a mother, the gums are all chewed sour, but the mother is willing, the mother is happy, and I only hope that my son can grow up.

"Son, do you remember?" When you were a child, you couldn't sweat with a cold and flu, your family was poor, and you couldn't afford to ask a doctor to buy medicine, your mother had to put you in her arms and cover ah, cover your frozen body warm, cover up sweat, mother suffered a little, as long as you are good, sweet in your heart.

"Now, My mother is sick, sick and comatose several times. In the past, you beat devils, beat Jiang bandits, you didn't have time to come back, your mother is a person who understands, and your mother doesn't blame you. Now that the country is liberated, haven't you come back, have you forgotten your mother? You've been out for six years, have you forgotten your newlywed wife?

"Jin Cai'er, do you know where your mother's illness came from?" Mother thinks of you, the mother worries, you do not come back for a day, your mother will be sad for a day, and the illness will be aggravated for a day.

"Son, good golden talent, you pity your miserable mother, come back and see the mother who loves you and thinks of you!" Jin Cai'er, you come back soon, mother is waiting for you! ......”

When Wu Jincai saw this, he felt heartbroken, and the tears in his eyes rolled down. He wandered around the military arena with some confusion: on the one hand, his mother was in a critical condition and his life was on the verge of death, and as a son of man, he could not serve at dawn and dusk at this time, and he felt sorry for his mother in his heart. On the other hand, as a soldier, he is guarding the border defense of the motherland. At present, The American soldiers have brazenly burned the flames of war to the banks of the Yalu River in our country, and the young republic is in danger, at this time, according to the regulations of the Central Military Commission, as a party member and cadre, you cannot take leave to go home to visit your relatives. If he abandons the great righteousness for selfish interests and forgets that the party and the army have cultivated themselves for many years, it will make him really ashamed of the party and the motherland and the people. What to do, what to do?! It's really a dilemma!

Sometimes, he said to himself: Wu Jincai, you are really an asshole, are you still a son of man? Your mother raised you from a young age, with hardships and hardships, but now that she is sick and wants to see you, you can't meet this minimum requirement? What is the point of living in this world?

Sometimes, he said to himself: No, Wu Jincai, a communist, is not only the son of his mother, but also the son of half a billion people. Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be complete, and the mother-in-law's tattoo on the national hero Yue Fei is not the four big characters of "Jing Zhong repays the country"? Now, the country is in difficulty, the people are facing the flames of war, the party is calling, as a soldier, as a party member, the responsibility is heavier than Taishan. When the troops are about to go to the battlefield, they must not take leave, and they must not do anything to apologize to the people and the party!

But what should the mother, the mother who has worked hard all her life, do...

As the night fell, Wu Jincai was alone in the wilderness, he was almost unable to extricate himself from this dilemma, and the words in his mother's letter all turned into his mother's self-pitying voice, into a kind of conscience condemnation, into a kind of unbroken fire, burning on his heart.

In the wilderness, the strong wind blows the leaves of the forest and makes an irritating sound. Although the night wind was cold, it was difficult to calm the sadness and anxiety in his heart.

Wu Jincai cried, biting the grass leaf in his mouth, in order not to let the cry flow out freely.

At this time, a pair of warm hands gently pressed on his shoulders, and Wu Jin looked back: it was Liu Huaning, the political commissar of the regiment.

Political Commissar Liu Huaning said with concern: "Comrade Jin Cai, I heard that today you received a letter from the fire triangle in your hometown. ”

Wu Jincai said: "Political commissar, the letter said that my mother was critically ill, she missed me, and wanted me to go back..."

Political Commissar Liu looked at the distant southern sky with a somewhat gloomy look: "We, the revolutionary fighters, owe too much debt to our families. However, since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety cannot be both. Now, US imperialism is stirring up trouble, they want to cross the Yalu River, they want to invade China, they want to strangle our young republic, this is a dangerous and troubled autumn, Jin Cai, you are an old party member, a veteran soldier, at this time, you say, can you take a leave of absence to visit your relatives? ”

Wu Jincai stood firm and said to Liu Huaning: "Please rest assured political commissar that I have been educated by the party for many years, and I know that at all times, communists must put the interests of the party first and the interests of the motherland and the people first." My mother is critically ill, and although I am in pain, I will not take time off! I will actively prepare for war, be ready to obey the Party's orders at any time, and go to the front. ”

Commissar Liu smiled, what else could he say to such a steel warrior. He gently put his arm around Wu Jincai's shoulder and walked slowly toward the barracks.

That night, Wu Jincai couldn't sleep at night, and he first wrote a letter to his mother:

"Dear Mom,

When I read your old man's letter, it was as uncomfortable as a thousand arrows piercing my heart. Yes, for six years, my son was running around and failing to fulfill his filial piety, and he was very ashamed in his heart. Originally, the troops had already arranged for the second batch of children to return to their hometowns to visit their relatives. At that time, I was very happy, my heart was like an arrow, and I really wanted to see you soon. However, now that it is not possible, US imperialism has brought the flames of war to our doorstep, pointed its bayonet at the neck of our young republic, and the head of the army has informed the cadres to stop visiting their relatives, and all those who have visited their relatives have returned to the team, and the plan has not been cancelled without visiting their relatives. Mom, you say, can I be a deserter at this time? Forgive the child, mother, the enemy is present, and cannot go back for the time being. I hope that you will take care of your health, actively treat your illness, and when I finish the battle, I will definitely go back to my hometown in northern Jiangsu. Mom, please believe that our family will be reunited. ”

Subsequently, he was still unsatisfied, and wrote a letter to his wife Wang Zhengying, in which, in addition to greeting her, directly asked her:

"You are a member of the Communist Party, and you know a lot about the Party's principles, and we should put the interests of the Party first and the interests of the state and the people first, because the cause of the state and the cause of the Party are small and big, and no matter how big the family affairs are, they are also small things. Communists must always heed the Party's call. Please serve your mother well and wait for me to come back. ”

After the letter was sent, Wu Jincai once again threw himself into the preparations for going abroad to fight. Did you know that only three days later, Wu Jincai received another letter from the Fire Triangle. He was suddenly filled with grief. For in the middle of the triangle hole where the letter was burning the triangle letter, a large black and large fire hole appeared, which was a funeral message that a person had lost his breath. He knew that his mother had returned to heaven.

Wu Jincai ran alone to the grove behind the barracks and couldn't help but cry bitterly: Mom, my beloved mother, your son can't give you filial piety and can't send you to the end in order to defend the family and the country, so you can forgive your son. The son has asked the daughter-in-law to arrange the aftermath for you, dear mother, you will rest in peace.

What made Wu Jincai's intestines break the most was that the letter said: Wu Jincai's mother shouted day and night for seven days before her death: Son, Jin Cai'er, you come back soon, where does your mother think of you! Wu Jincai seemed to hear such a sad cry from his mother from the southern country, a longing sound.

That night, he cried until the moon was tilted to the west, and then he fell asleep in a daze.

The head of the unit knew that Wu Jincai's mother had unfortunately passed away, so he specially sent Wang Zhengying fifty yuan and a letter of condolence. Wu Jin knew that the fifty yuan was quite valuable at that time, and the trial conversion, the price at that time was two cents an egg, how many things to buy for these fifty yuan. Prior to this, the 39th Army had sent people from the northeast to the old yanfu district of northern Jiangsu to pay tribute to the families of the martyrs, and at that time, Wu Jincai's mother also received relief grain and a letter of condolence, knowing that Wu Jincai had made many military achievements in the army, and was very proud.

The next day, the troops received orders to march to the Sino-North Korean border. Wu Jincai suppressed his grief and led the entire battalion of soldiers to drive to Andong by train. (now Dandong City, Liaoning Province) Facing the mighty Yalu River and listening to the sound of artillery fire on the other side of the river, Wu Jincai treasured the second fire triangle letter in his arms, and his heart had flown to the other side, to the battlefield of hand-to-hand combat.