Vernacular prose| fight "the battle of the mountains"

Author: Su Yindong

Soon after the village finished the movie "Little Soldier Zhang Ga", we began to fight with the children of Li Jiazhuang, when we were just in the second semester of the second grade of primary school. The "Battle of The Rocks" lasted until the first semester of the fifth grade, and only "disappeared" on the eve of our preparations for the exam.

Our village is half a mile away from Lijiazhuang, separated by only a large section of land. The children of the two villages often play together, maybe because of some "friction" (sometimes deliberately creating some incidents), or because of trivial things, the contradictions become more and more intense and unresolvable, and finally they can only "knife and gun" to meet each other, usually the way to solve is to "fight and fight". Usually, it is fought two or three times a month. In the winter, we have nothing to do, and at that time the "battlefield" is more empty, and the "war" is the most frequent, and it is common for a small battle in three days and a big battle in five days.

Those children in Lijiazhuang do have some "bullying soft and afraid of hard". There are only about 300 people in our village, surrounded by more than 2,000 people in Songjiazhuang, Lijiazhuang, and Dagoujia, and it is called "Little Taiwan." Liberating small Taiwan is their usual excuse to "attack" us. They are many and powerful, and often when we suffer losses, we hate them so much that we grit our teeth. When we saw the people of Li Jiazhuang, we stood far away and pulled our throats vigorously, cursing like singing:

Li Jiazhuanger,

Weaving small baskets;

The bottom is gone,

Death without man;

There are two little ones left...

Seriously, on the ground between the two villages grew a dense jujube forest, crisscrossed with several trenches of varying shades and a reed pond. In summer and autumn, the trenches are flat, the weeds are overgrown, and the green yarn tents are hurring... The terrain is dangerous and the terrain is complicated, and it is indeed a place where soldiers and families must fight.

The village came every three or five days to show movies. Maybe it is that "Tunnel Warfare", "Mine Warfare", "Reconnaissance of Crossing the River" and other war films have seen too much, and under the influence of my ears, don't look at our small age, but filled with military knowledge. The "battle" around us, maybe at any time, will be triggered, "preparation" has become one of the most important tasks for us after school. Our slogan at that time was the resounding quotation of Chairman Mao: Prepare for war and prepare for the people - that big slogan was painted on the east wall of the school classroom, black and white background, very eye-catching.

After continuous "recruiting", we already have a large "combat" team. Boys from the second grade to the fifth grade of primary school were almost all incorporated into this "army", and Wang Xiangyang, who was born with some problems with his brain, except for the nickname "Confused". The "commander" of this unit was Junko, who was a few years older than us, who was in the fifth grade next door to us at that time, and often studied to carry the list, but he was very strong, brave in fighting, and good at dispatching troops, and his organizational and command ability was excellent, so he was unanimously endorsed by us as "commander".

After school, there are no special circumstances, and the team must carry out intensive training. Divide into groups in the school patio, practice "lying down", practice "assassination", practice throwing "grenades"... Fighting is frequent, our weapons are depleted quickly, especially "grenades" and "slingshots" are in short supply, and our task of replenishing "weapons" and "ammunition" is heavy. One of the main tasks of war preparation is also to replenish various "weapons and ammunition" at any time. After a battle, we already knew the importance of equipment for combat.

Our "operational headquarters" is located in an old house of the Pillar Family. The house was next to our school, separated from the place where soldiers must fight (we called the "main battlefield"), and was in a good position to quickly assemble and observe the "enemy situation". We picked up a large hole in the north wall of the "headquarters" as a "lookout hole", moved the half-pull stone trough of Shuangxi'er's house, and buckled upside down on the ground to become a wartime command table. All kinds of weapons, including "grenades", slingshots, etc., are secretly hidden in firewood for wartime needs.

After school, according to the division of labor, the "warriors" in charge of equipment dug up the mud, fell it, made a cylindrical mud ball, inserted sorghum poles and tree sticks, and made "grenades" one by one, which were dried on the roofs of each house. The summer sun poisons, and it only takes one day to harden the state. "Slingshots" are also made of mud lumps (rounding soft objects), dried and placed in dustpans or grass hoards for later use. The bolt also exerted his own ingenuity, creatively put tribulus and spiny needles in the "grenade", and its lethality and destructiveness were indeed greatly increased. However, this advanced weapon manufacturing method was quickly "stolen" by the other side and applied to practice, and our brothers suffered a lot because of it.

The "pistol" is more difficult to build, not one by one, only the "commander", the commander's "guard" iron egg, and the "staff officer" silver lock (various job titles, we all learned from the war film), of course, the most powerful "commander". The "commander" himself can make a gun, he takes a hard wire to bend into a gun frame, trigger and firing pin, the bolt is connected by the bicycle chain flap, the barrel is generally a small iron pipe or copper pipe, the ammunition is a matchhead, and the bullet is usually a paper egg mixed with sand. The gun is equipped in this way with a long range, great power, easy to hurt people, and is generally not used until it is a last resort. I begged my grandfather, who could do carpentry work, to use his sawing axes and chisels and other household goods, using a jujube wood pier as raw material, to make a so-called "telescope" and show off it around his neck as if to show off—the silver lock said that I was like a Japanese translator in the movie.

Zhang Fugui of the neighboring village, nicknamed "Second Artillery", was short in stature, had a purple and black face, was very powerful and scheming, and was the commander of the enemy, and most of the "battles" were personally commanded by him. We were few and outnumbered, and battles often ended in defeat. Seeing the black pressure suppressing the large soldiers, the "enemy" arrogantly rushed down our defense line with his teeth and claws and beat us to the ground, and we held our breath in our stomachs. Zhang Sanni of Lijiazhuang, twelve or thirteen years old, nicknamed "tomboy", actually participated in the battle every time, which made us the most angry. Every time she came to my village to visit her aunt's house, I and Jian Er shouted from a distance when they saw them: Zhang Sanni, good temper, the smell of dumpling in the bag... It made her mother scold and chase us out.

Influenced by various war films, we also learned some strategies and tactics from them, such as luring the enemy to go deep, the enemy tired and fighting, and taking advantage of the victory to pursue, such as pocket arrays, moving tigers away from the mountains, and attacking the west from the east. A line often used in movies has become our consistent principle of combat, that is, Chairman Mao and his old man said: If people do not offend me, I will not offend; if people offend me, I will offend.

In the fall of the fourth grade of elementary school, we were ready to win with wisdom and let the enemy taste our might (which was also inspired by the movie "Outsmart The Tiger Mountain"). After school in the afternoon, the "commander" called us to an emergency meeting to carefully plan the way to fight. The general idea is: the soldiers are divided into two roads, one is that I lead twenty people to meet the enemy head-on, and then pretend to be defeated and quickly retreat, do not fall in love with the battle; on the other road, the "commander" personally leads ten "death squads", smuggles from the left wing (that is, in the reeds of the pond), encircles the past, takes advantage of the false cut off the enemy's rear road, and then "two roads" encircle and annihilate the enemy in one fell swoop.

We are full of confidence in winning this battle, because we have made full use of the war wisdom of "soldiers who are not tired of deception" and the "pocket array" military technique. The "commander" drew a "watch" on his left wrist with a ballpoint pen, and the hour hand pointed to six o'clock in the evening—that was when our battle was expected to begin. We were ready for everything and eagerly awaited the coming of night. At the thought of the enemy being lured step by step into the "big pocket" we have set up, obediently becoming our captive, we have an indescribable excitement.

When the lights were about to be palmed, the enemy, under the leadership of the "Second Artillery," pounced on him with great momentum. At that time, he probably had learned the words of the Japanese devils in the movie, such as "Rabbit Give" and "Eight Grid Tooth Road", and he also shouted "Japanese" with all his might, and he could hear it from afar... According to the original plan, I led a group of people to meet the battle, "tenaciously" to deal with the enemy, and then quickly retreated, pretending to be defeated. At this time, the "grenade" exploded around us, and the "bullet" "whizzed" through the ear. In the confusion, the back of my head was slammed, and the pain made me grit my teeth. I thought bitterly that as long as our troops succeeded in sneaking in, they would not take revenge and swear not to be human.

When we retreated to the north bay, we heard that the other side's camp seemed to have stabbed the honeycomb, and the ghost crying wolf howled completely chaotic, we knew that the troops led by the "commander" had intercepted the enemy's rear road as originally planned, and we were naturally very happy in our hearts, and immediately sounded the "charge trumpet" (a plastic horn), led my men and horses to turn to attack, cooperated with the sneak attack troops, and successfully completed the first great victory since the beginning of the war. Sweeping the battlefield, the results were brilliant: three people were captured, including one deputy leader of the enemy; a "pistol" and a "telescope" were captured, as well as a large number of weapons and equipment such as "grenades" and slingshots.

With the consent of the "commander," we put on small hand towels and escorted them to the firewood house of Shuang Xi'er's house, where they were locked. Despite the policy of giving preferential treatment to "prisoners", the "commander" also repeatedly instructed: Do not beat and scold "prisoners", just like the Eighth Route Army treats Japanese devils in the movie. I was eager for revenge, or I took advantage of the chaos to give the deputy leader four "brain melon bungee" and a "knotty pear", and the pain made the boy scream straight "scream", jumping vigorously and shouting at the mother.

After this battle, the two sides stopped for a long time. Because of the detention and taking the opportunity to "abuse" the prisoner, the "prisoner" his father quickly reflected to the teacher, and three or five of our main team members were intensively taught a lesson and severely told to "not take the example". We hated the "second cannon" to the bone, so whenever we were on our way to school and school, we always sang loudly with a dumb throat:

Two cannon mother, long toes,

A bell hangs on the tip of the toe,

Ding-dong when the set,

Weigh the shallots, dip them in red sauce,

Kaba Kaba all chewed on...

During the winter vacation, smoke rose again on the "battlefield". In the ice and snow, we learned From Yang Zirong and they played "Lin Hai Snow Field".

Su Yindong, Shandong Wudi people. Literary works have appeared in Selected Chinese Poetry, Selected Poems, Selected Western Prose, Contemporary Prose, Qilu Evening News, etc. He is the author of the essay collection "See Cooking Smoke Again", "Cooking Smoke in Dreams", and the reportage collection "Looking Back" (co-authored).

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