I looked in the mirror and asked the tie if he could recognize me. He looked up and down the tie and nodded. I said that if you didn't know that I was disguised, you would still be able to recognize me. He said yes, and I said why are you so cool? , he said that looks can't deceive people, I said you are playing Tony Leung here, right? Did you watch Hong Kong movies every day when you were a child?
He was a new face and didn't need to dress up much. After I put on a disguise, I stepped on the camera and pushed the door open and went downstairs.
It was almost time for dinner, and there were quite a lot of people in the lobby downstairs. They were sitting at a table chatting in twos and threes. Most of them were dressed up as traveling friends. There was a wooden shelf behind the front counter, with more than a dozen small wooden bars hung on it with red ropes. The above is today's menu. You can buy meal tickets and take the meal tickets to get food after the meal is served.
Many people travel on a budget and just enjoy this fun, so they don't think that a casual meal is too casual. It is more about sharing the stories and joy of the journey with fellow travelers.
I let my tie occupy a table and went to the front hall to buy a meal ticket. The girl looked up at me and said listlessly: "You can scan the code, you can pay in cash, no bargaining, just look at the menu, rice is 2 yuan a bowl, okay Plus, the beer is only Snowflake, you can get it from the freezer opposite."
I smiled: "Little sister, you look quite boring. How about I chat with you and you tell me about the local customs and customs."
She looked at me and said, "Uncle, do you want to pick me up?"
I was stunned for a moment, and then I heard her say: "Did you drink? If you didn't drink, go to Barbie Q in the backyard. You go there and find someone to talk to. We are not the same style."
I felt dumbfounded and touched my face. Is this pretending too much? Why the hell am I an uncle? That person in the dormitory was also known as 513 Wu Qilong. I coughed twice in embarrassment and explained: " Little sister, I don't mean anything else. We are here to collect stories. After filming here, we need to include some local customs, legends and other stories. I am not familiar with this place, so I just want to ask you about it."
She looked me up and down and asked: "Which Cai Feng? Which publishing house are you from? Or some local literary and art group? Do you have any documents?"
I wiped it off. I was sweating after being asked. Unexpectedly, she was a young girl with a wide range of knowledge. She made a disdainful sound and said impatiently: "Go to the boss, the one sitting over there. He is You're an old local, go ahead, go ahead."
I bought a meal ticket and left angrily. I thought a girl at the front desk could give me a thumbs up and find a ball boss, but when I saw the old man she was pointing to carrying a teapot and a newspaper tied with a rope, I was shocked. He seemed much kinder, so after thinking about it he decided to sit down.
The old man looked up at me and asked me with a smile: "Do you want to chase Xiaohui? You should be more fashionable. He likes young men like that."
Sweat! I hurriedly explained: "No sir, we are here to collect stories. We want to find out if there are any anecdotes or legends around so that we can write a manuscript."
The uncle looked at me again, and for some reason his attitude became colder: "What, you're here to step on the plate."
Damn it, why are these people so cautious? I cursed Meng San and the others in my heart. No wonder they didn't come in. It seems that this place has been filtered by them, otherwise these people wouldn't be so sensitive. And this old guy also knows how to step on the plate. It seems that he was not a fuel-efficient lamp when he was young. I think he must have something in his stomach.
I was stubborn, so I pretended to be stupid and asked him what stepping on the plate meant, acrobatics. He ignored me and looked at the newspaper in another direction. I told him again that I had to finish the work assigned by the leader. The old man began to drive me away impatiently.
I pestered him for a long time, and he impatiently put down the teapot and said, "Okay, don't you want to collect information? Then I will tell you about it." I immediately took out my notebook and looked like I was asking for advice humbly. .
"We don't have many anecdotes here. The most famous thing is the lake and mountain not far from here. During the Liberation War, it was a famous battlefield." The old man took a sip of scented tea and looked at me with a smile. He scolded my mother for selling batches. The old man knew that this was not what I wanted to hear. He was just disgusting with me, but I didn't show it and waited for him to continue.
"Young man, if you like to listen, I will tell you about the glorious traditions of the older generation, so that you can also feel the difficulties of our ancestors." The old man made up his mind to watch my show, and I couldn't be cowardly, so he put the camera on the table As soon as he played it, he bit the bullet and said, "You tell me, I like to hear it."
When he saw that I wasn't leaving, he patted the newspaper and began to speak slowly: "The Hushan battlefield is the main anti-Japanese battlefield in western Yunnan. Although it is not big, it is very dangerous." As he spoke, he dipped his hand in some water and drew on the table. : "Hushan belongs to the Hengduan Mountains, consisting of twenty or thirty peaks, large and small. The main peak is about 2,200 meters above sea level. The north, east and south are surrounded by cliffs. It is easy to defend but difficult to attack. Unfortunately, in the past four years, it was attacked by a Japanese army. Mixed forces occupied it and spent more than a year building extremely complex permanent fortifications on it."
He looked at me: "Do you know what permanent fortifications are?" I shook my head.
"The Japanese built a quasi-fortress defensive position system at that time. At that time, the Hushan area was divided into seven or eight stronghold groups. Each bunker had several strongest mother forts as the core, surrounded by several sub-forts to defend each other. .
In order to test the defense effect of the fortifications, the Japanese used heavy artillery and aircraft to conduct simulated bombings on site. However, the fortifications were not damaged and were strong enough to withstand any fierce attack by our army at that time. Moreover, a large amount of combat materials are stored in the Hushan position, which can last for at least 8 months. "
"How is it possible? How could there be such a strong position at that time? What kind of plane can't be blown up?" I saw that the old man was getting excited about what he said, so I provoked him to ask.
When the old man heard this, he really got excited and said disdainfully: "I saw that you watched too many movies and bombed the plane. Let's not talk about whether we had one at that time. Even if we did, what could we do? They don't have position guns? You dare to fly around? I'll shoot them down for you, and there was no positioning system at that time, and people couldn't charge up, so it was difficult for the fleet to carry out targeted bombing."
"Besides, the Japanese are really good at doing this kind of thing. At that time, the fortresses in Hushan were bunkers. They were built with at least three floors, which is equivalent to an entire one- or three-story building buried in the mountain. If you didn't blow up the entire mountain, you wouldn't be able to destroy it at all. Don't get rid of these rats.
The bunker was dug to perfection, the upper level was responsible for shooting, the lower level was used as a shelter or ammunition and food storage, the lower level was dug into a sloping tunnel, and the bottom was the basement. Besides, the top of the fortress was covered with log piles thicker than thighs, built up four or five levels, and then covered with steel plates, pressing down more than 1 meter of soil. Our mountain cannons at the time could not damage them at all.
In the part of the fortress that is above the ground, there are also many gasoline barrels filled with sand and gravel. They are arranged in a row. Several layers of steel plates are stacked in the middle of the barrels, and earth is piled on the outermost part. In this way, not to mention mountain cannons, howitzers can almost hit the inside. If you can't feel the vibration, you say it's solid or not.
At that time, the little devils also found some construction experts to design it. Even if the bunker was supported by logs, even if the top was blown up, it would not affect the lower level. "
The old man took a sip of tea to calm down his excitement. When I saw him like this, I knew that he must have something hidden in his belly. However, this kind of person has seen everything in his life. He doesn't eat hard or soft food. I thought a lot. Pretending to think for a while, he asked him: "Then this thing of yours is not very good. No matter how strong it is inside, what's the use? The top hole will be blown out, and people will be suffocated to death."
"Fart." The old man was a little angry when he heard it, and he kept talking: "Do you think I am stupid? Spider-web-shaped communication trenches have been built outside the fortress, connecting various positions, and even infantry artillery can move. There are also The side walls of the traffic trenches were excavated to provide a large number of cave-like shelters, as well as a varying number of foxholes, making them very flexible.
In the later stages of the war, with the construction of fortress positions, the entire lake and mountain was almost hollowed out. The inside looked like a large ant nest, with underground transportation networks extending in all directions, electric lights, and water supply. You can't help but beat me, people. The other end ran away. "
The old man put a cup of water on the table and sighed: "The strategic position of the lake and mountain at that time was particularly important. It guarded the transportation throat of southwestern Yunnan. It faced a deep valley in front, a large slope in the back, and mountains on both sides. Only the lake and mountain were abrupt, like It is a natural fortress, and we sacrificed many soldiers to capture it."
"Can't we take a detour?" I asked the old man bit by bit.
He drew on the table: "It's not possible at all. If you control the lakes and mountains, you will have the initiative. If the lakes and mountains cannot be conquered, the highway in western Yunnan will be blocked, transportation will be difficult, and the position will be gained and lost at any time."
I asked again: "It was really a difficult battle, but I still have a little doubt. With the personnel of the Japs at that time, how could they build such a huge fortification?"
The old man opened his mouth and said: "Of course it is to capture the strong men. After the little devils decided to take Hushan as a strategic target, they sent a large number of engineers and soldiers to arrest people. Not only us ordinary people, but also many strong men from Myanmar. When the civilian laborers came over, including the original prisoners of war and overseas Chinese from Southeast Asia, more than a thousand people worked day and night to build the bunker."
"How do you know?" I asked him directly.
"I was..." the old man said and suddenly stopped. When he realized it, he looked at me angrily: "Boy, you lied to me?"
I smiled and said, "What are you saying? It's not too late to admire you. With such detailed information, I believe you said you are a storyteller. You must have been the one who was captured to build the fortress."
The old man snorted and turned away to drink tea without replying to me. I said sincerely: "I really admire you. You think I am a person with unknown origins or someone with some agenda. I have sacrificed myself for my seniors back then." My head is sprinkled with blood as a tribute, and I offer you a cup of tea instead of wine."
I drained the tea, put down the cup and said, "I'll leave after you tell me the story. What happened in the end? Such a big project must be kept secret."
The old man frowned and thought for a while, then lowered his head and sighed: "Of course they are all dead. After the fortifications were repaired, in order to keep it secret, the little devil secretly injected all the captured civilian husbands to death, including the corpses, in the name of vaccination against the epidemic. Most of them were burned and buried, it was like a living grave of thousands of people."
I thought for a while and asked the last question.