Literary Master 1983

Chapter 85 We Killed a Vietnamese
At four o'clock in the morning, the three returned to Cave No. 3, climbed out of the cave entrance, and went down the north slope.

It was extremely dangerous at this time, and it was almost dawn, so they had to leave the north slope as soon as possible. The three of them said nothing, and just rushed down desperately.

Yu Qie was the biggest and had the most stuff. He carried a big bamboo curtain and a walkie-talkie, and a pistol. Wang Min was carrying his precious Leica camera, and he could be said to be walking on the mountain road with the camera in his hand. He was also relatively small.

For some unknown reason, Yu Qie's heart was pounding. Tonight's "gunfire" incident made him very confused. He always felt that there was something he didn't understand.

Ning Ke held a submachine gun and looked around vigilantly, walking very slowly, but he suddenly fell and couldn't help but scream.

This really scared the three of them!
"Ningke, Ningke, what happened to you?" Wang Min looked anxious and helped Ningke up. "Did you get shot?"

Yu Qie quietly turned off the safety.

"Fuck! Stone!" Ning Ke pulled a handful of grass and cursed.

A false alarm.

"You can't see the stone?" Yu Qie asked.

Instead, Ninke asked him, "Can you see it?"

"Of course I can see it." Yu Qie kicked away the small stones and pointed to the downhill road ahead. This road was not only filled with stones, but also with wood chips and shrapnel.

The Vietnamese would bomb the north slope every now and then from across the mountain, and if someone happened to be on the surface and didn't have time to get into the cave, they would be in trouble. The Chinese would also bomb the south slope, and sometimes they would catch some unlucky people.

As early as the Napoleonic era, most casualties on the battlefield came from cannons, not bullets, so artillery was nicknamed the God of War.

Our army far outnumbers Vietnam in terms of the number of artillery pieces, and the quality is even better after the introduction of Western equipment and modification in recent years. In the artillery battle at Laoshan, our advantage was obvious, while Vietnam only fired a few shots when they thought it was critical.

——So, this is very strange. How could they use such precious shells to loosen the soil on the north slope? Or, what were they trying to cover?
Yu Qie almost felt that he had figured it out.

At this time, Wang Min said, "Yu Qie, your eyesight at night is really good. We usually can't see such small things at night. Because of the difficulty in supply at the front line, most people have varying degrees of night blindness."

"I'm not a direct combatant. I'm always in the rear. My night vision is better than most people, but it's still not as good as yours!"

He then said, "I can't really see your little stone. Can you count how many there are under our feet?"

"This is too much."

"Look for the big ones, the ones that are over five centimeters."

Yu Qie glanced and said, "Seven."

Wang Min and Ning Ke were amazed and bent down to look for the stones. They could only see them from a very close distance. "Three... five... seven, really seven!"

After a few people discussed, Yu Qie became the person who led the way. Because he was always able to avoid those difficult paths, their speed immediately became much faster.

The two of them were discussing: "Is it because I can't get into Yanda that I have poor eyesight?"

"It's possible... Those who wear glasses originally have better eyesight than me, but they studied so hard to get into school that they became nearsighted, and that's why they got in... If we do the same as them, we'll go blind."

"Which is more important, Guangming or Yanda?"

"All important."

Yu Qi has good eyesight, and there were signs of this as early as when Zhang Li came to Yanjing to find him.

He was in the last row of the TV room and could easily see that the actors in "The Man from Atlantis" were using doubles on the small screen, and the TV was not much bigger than a magazine cover.

It's like a pilot's vision.

Wang Min said: "When we return, we will be commended at the Rongcheng Military Region. All the actors who participated in the frontline condolences will be there. I think Yu Qie dared to go down the cat ear hole... He can be awarded a third-class merit!"

"More than that." Ning Ke shook his head. "The ones who won the first-class merit in the past few years were collective merits. If Yu Qie won the third-class merit, it must be an individual third-class merit, which has nothing to do with the collective."

Wang Min asked: "Is it possible to win the first-class merit?"

Ning Ke couldn't hold it in any longer: "I knew you had never fought on the front line. You have no idea how hard it is to get a first-class merit! Yu Qie, Yu Qie... why don't you say anything——"

They saw Yu Qie slap them and cover their mouths, making them silent immediately!
Yu Qi's expression was extremely serious, his whole body was tense, and he slowly raised the gun in his hand - following his direction, the two people took a closer look and immediately broke out in cold sweats!

Someone was bending over on the north slope of Hill 211, which is the side close to China, and was inserting something. And that person had a gun on him. Comrade?

It's possible, because they didn't explore all the cat ear holes just now. There are seven big holes in total, and they have only walked through two-sevenths of them.

However, the three of them thought the same thing as Yu Qie: it must be Vietnamese!
On the Chinese side, there were only three of them on the north slope tonight, no one else.

What is this person doing?
It seems like it is plugging in an antenna, receiving signals through the antenna, and then broadcasting their reactionary propaganda.

Extreme excitement and agitation were all mixed in Yu Qie's heart. He didn't dare to approach and alert the enemy, but he was unwilling to let the enemy slip away from under his nose. Yu Qie almost stuck to the ground, feeling the sound coming from the other side.

There is a common sense: when constructing the cat ear cave group, the construction engineers dare not swing the hammer too hard! This is because the sound of metal and stone colliding can be heard very far in the large karst cave.

The accumulated water from a heavy rain can create a huge sound like running water in the mountains, but in fact it is just an ordinary temporary underground river.

Therefore, on the Laoshan front, both sides like to use propaganda to attack. It not only fits the mental weakness of the people in the cat ear cave, but also fits the terrain of Laoshan. This place is a natural loudspeaker.

Yu Qie lowered his voice and asked, "Can I shoot?"

Ning Ke said: "Yu Qie, if you shoot, if it's one of our own, we'll all be finished."

"I can't fight. What do you want me to do? I'm listening."

"Wait a little longer and listen to what he plays."

The three of them held their breath in silence for an incredibly long time, until the speaker was connected and a faint voice came out:
"The other side... China... Now let me tell you a... popular... "

"Qin Yun... the letter from his fiancée said..."

"Leave the battlefield...Return to family..."

It’s Qin Yun again, and “Letter from the Fiancée” again!
Damn it, my novel was really used as promotional material! Since his debut, Yu Qie has never let go of any monster who dared to misinterpret his original intention.

Ning Ke's reaction was almost the same as his! He raised his submachine gun and fired a burst of shots, while Yu Qie aimed his pistol: "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!" "Bang!"...

He emptied the magazine directly!
The man over there fell down slowly, and the gun fired a few bullets in Yu Qie's direction, and then he couldn't pull the trigger anymore.

Bye!

Without paying attention to the situation on the other side, the three of them turned around and ran, not daring to look back for a moment. It took only more than ten minutes to get down from the north slope. The sky was getting slightly brighter, and the golden light shone between the river valleys of Laoshan.

Yu Qie operated the walkie-talkie and connected to the headquarters' radio station: "We killed a Vietnamese who was engaged in reactionary propaganda!"

The radio station is the headquarters: "What?"

"We killed a Vietnamese!"

The command center still couldn't believe it: "Comrade, you said you killed ..."

"Yes! We killed a Vietnamese just now, on the north slope of the mountain."

Wang Min ran too fast and vomited physiologically. He tried to squeeze out a few words: "Yu Qie... saw it first. He... did a great job."

"Ah - Yu Qie beat him to death, he beat him to death!" Ning Ke suddenly shouted when he saw Wang Min's lip shape. He grabbed the microphone of the walkie-talkie, "We didn't see it! Yu Qie saw it! Wang Min, you, you come and testify..."

As Ning Ke screamed, Yu Qie couldn't help but feel sick. The sour and rancid smell from the cat's ear cave the night before was all poured out. He was too nervous, and he might have killed someone!

The image of that man falling down played over and over again in Yu Qie's mind, and the more he thought about it, the more sick he felt.

At this time, Ning Ke saw the bamboo curtain on Yu Qie's back, and there was a bullet hole on the bamboo curtain.

"There's a bullet hole in your back!" Ning Ke said without thinking.

When Yu Qie heard this, he was so frightened that he felt a sharp pain on his back. He reached back and touched the non-existent bullet hole, but of course there was nothing there.

The command center on the other side was also confused: What? Writer Yu was shot?

The writer who came to Yenching to express his condolences was shot on the front line - he also killed a Vietnamese!

(End of this chapter)