C70 Once a soldier

I sat up abruptly and turned on the bedside lamp at the same time. Li Shun was standing in front of my bed in his pajamas.

Li Shun was startled by my actions and the light switch, his entire body shivering.

I heaved a heavy sigh. "Boss Li, it's you. I was given a fright. You —"

Li Shun looked to be in a panic, he immediately covered up: "It's okay, it's okay, go to sleep, I'm a smoker in the middle of the night, come out to find me a cigarette to smoke." Saying that, Li Shun took out the cigarette on my bedside table and rushed into the room.

I leaned against the headboard and turned off the light, but I didn't sleep for a long time.

The next day, after we woke up, Li Shun and I had breakfast, and were still sitting in our room watching TV. Since he didn't want to go out, I naturally couldn't go out either.

When it was almost noon, my phone rang again. Li Shun took it out and looked at it, then passed it to me. "Hmm — — your little sister is here to find your brother again."

Li Shun stood up and went to the bathroom.

"A Zhu, it's me," I said, glancing at the bathroom door.

"Brother, there's something I need to call you about. Let me tell you, that Qiu Tong called me just now to let me tell you a few things when it's convenient." A Zhu's voice was low.

"Un, go ahead!"

"She told me to tell you that everything was going well for her, that the patients in the hospital were also doing well, so you don't have to worry about them." Hai Zhu said.

"Alright, I understand!" "No," I said.

"Bro, if there's nothing else, then I'm hanging up?" Hai Zhu said.

"Alright, goodbye!" I hung up, feeling a little better.

I also knew at the same time that Hai Zhu must be very curious about Qiu Tong and I's relationship, but at this moment, it's not convenient for her to talk about it, so she naturally wouldn't ask.

After hanging up, I heard the sound of water splashing in the bathroom, and then, Li Shun came out.

"Boss Li, shall we go out to eat?" I said to Li Shun as I handed the phone over to him.

Li Shun took the phone and put it in his pocket, just as he was about to speak, his phone suddenly rang. He picked it up and listened for a moment, "Alright, let's go.

Li Shun hung up the phone and said: "I'm not eating. I will leave now, and go check out and leave — —"

"Where to?" I couldn't help but ask. After asking, I felt that it was unnecessary, Li Shun wouldn't tell me, maybe he would teach me again.

Unexpectedly, Li Shun didn't scold me this time, he looked at me and smiled: "Go abroad, to Myanmar!"

I took a deep breath. I'm going to Myanmar with Li Shun.

I don't know what my future looks like, what I'm going to do, how many days I'll be back, if there's going to be a bloody rain waiting for me in front of me.

was conversing with a black middle-aged man in the hall. After finishing the procedures, I came over, and the middle-aged man looked at me, but did not say anything. He nodded at Li Shun: "Boss Li, the carriage is at the door, and the military green jeep is waiting for you inside.

With that, the middle-aged man bid farewell to us and walked out of the hotel.

Li Shun and I walked out of the hotel. As expected, we saw an army-green Beijing 213 parked at the entrance, and we went directly there. When we got to the front of the hotel, the car door opened, and a skinny, black man in his fifties alighted.

Li Shun swaggered in front of him, sizing him up: "Bro, you're the one who guided us?"

"Hello Boss Li. My name is Qin Xiaobing, and I am in charge of bringing you two to the Mazayan." The thin, dark man greeted us warmly, opened the door gallantly, and extended his hand. "Please get in!"

"You're still acting young even though you're an old man? You're still called Qin Xiaobing? I think you should just change your name to Veteran Qin." After the car drove away, Li Shun, who was sitting on the back seat, jokingly said to Qin Xiaobing.

I sat in the front passenger seat, not saying a word, and looked at Qin Xiaobing.

"Boss Li sure knows how to joke around. The name was given by Father and Mother, no matter how old, the name cannot be changed." Qin Xiaobing laughed as he drove.

At this time, I could hear that although Qin Xiaobing's accent was Putonghua, it carried a strong sense of Jiang Zhe.

"Old Qin, you aren't a local, are you? Why does your accent sound like a yadu? " Just then, Li Shun heard it, and asked Qin Xiaobing.

"Boss Li has such sharp judgement. Haha, I am not a local, I am from the yadu. However, I have been at the border between China and Myanmar for more than 30 years." Qin Xiaobing said as he drove.

The car began to move out of the city, along a rough asphalt road flanked by mountains and fields of sugar cane, with tall lindens and bananas, and by now and then a mountaineer in a straw hat and a national costume, playing with his bare ass in a stream by the side of the road. A charming subtropical rainforest.

"Are you from the yadu? Why did you come here? "Did you find a minority girl here?" Li Shun ridiculed.

"That's not true, I don't want to come either. Back then, I had no choice but to come. I came here at the age of 17. 36 years have passed and I am now 53 years old. " Qin Xiaobing said woodenly.

"So you're a knowledgeable young man. No wonder, my old man was a knowledgeable young man back then as well. He cut in line at the border, but you were in the southernmost area. He was at the border between China and the North and East." Li Shun said, "Old Gramps, didn't all the youths who knew about this return to the city? Why didn't you go back? "

"It's not that I don't want to go back, it's that I can't. I can't go back." Qin Xiaobing said expressionlessly: "I am not from yadu, I am not from Yunnan, I am not Chinese, I am not from Myanmar."

"Then who are you?" I turned my head to look at Qin Xiaobing curiously.

"I can only say he's someone from the Golden Triangle." Qin Xiaobing's dry voice revealed some desolation and bitterness.

Li Shun and I were extremely curious and continued to chat with him. After this conversation, we found out that this Qin Xiaobing who looked ordinary and shrivelled up was actually not an ordinary person. He even had an extraordinary experience.

Following Qin Xiaobing's narration, a piece of dusty history unfolded in front of me...

In the 1970s, war raged in the tropical jungles of Southeast Asia. As one of the most powerful armed forces in Southeast Asia, the Maine, began a decades-long armed struggle with the military. Gunshots rose and fell across the jungles on the other side of the border between China and Myanmar – the Kachin and Shan gangs.

As one of the thousands of Zhiqing in Yunnan, yadu Zhiqing Qin Xiaobing had come to a farm at the border between China and Myanmar.

Shortly after his arrival, the Maine and government forces fought a famous battle in Kunong, on the border between China and Myanmar. Over the course of 40 days, the sound of gunfire could be heard very clearly.

The war that was taking place around them was like a fuse that ignited the flickering flames of revolution in the group of young men, and eventually brought to life the passion that had long been in their hearts.

They left a letter to the Yard, a bloodstained letter: "We have volunteered to go to Burma to fight for the liberation of all mankind. If we die, please tell our parents to be proud of us! "

It was an age of sacrifice, in which individual values could be expressed only in the moment of sacrifice for the cause, and in which their lives were only burned for the sake of that moment.

After that, there would be people running away every night, moving alone, in groups of three or five, leaving behind letters and not leaving a single word. They just disappeared into the dark night without a sound.

Life could never be predicted, and tragic and tragic stories began to unfold as thousands of young Chinese who were not even twenty years old crept across the border in the dark, with lofty ideals, to the jungle where gunfire and trees were as dense as.

In the Maine, some of them spent two years, some five years, some ten years, and even up to now, some of them still remained in the disbanded parts of the Maine. When he returned, his entire body was covered with wounds, and he wanted to say something, but no words would come out.

The rain forest had buried their youth, their tears, their dreams, their love. In the midst of the mud and rotting leaves lie many young bodies, and in the scent of poppies year after year there may even be old Burmese veterans who remember the Chinese youth who fought side by side...

Her three roommates who joined the Maine together with Qin Xiaobing were all Qin Xiaobing's best classmates. Because of their bravery in battle and their flexibility in thinking, Qin Xiaobing was quickly promoted to Battalion Commander.

In one battle, in order to protect Qin Xiaobing and the other members of the Battalion, the three students sacrificed their valuable lives for the international cause and rested in the woods of the subtropics for a long time.

Thus, he chose to stay, break away from his weapons, and settle in the Mazayan.

After listening to Qin Xiaobing's narration, both Li Shun and I fell silent. I was moved by this history and was touched, not just by Qin Xiaobing alone, but by that group of people from that era, my father. I now understand the meaning behind Qin Xiaobing saying that he is from the Golden Triangle, all the people here have no nationality.

"Holy shit! I can't believe how awesome you are to be an internationalist soldier and a battalion commander." After a long while, Li Shun began to sigh, "You are that whatever Gwala."

"Boss Li is too kind. In the past, I was just a warrior, but now, I am just a guide that led people to and from the border of China to provide for their families." Qin Xiaobing said lightly, "To me, past beliefs and ideals are just air. Impulse and arrogance are just games, what I am most concerned about now is how to live a good life today, and how to earn enough money to support my wife and four children."

Qin Xiaobing's words made me exclaim endlessly. A person without faith and ideals, without impulses and lofty sentiments, what kind of person would he be?