Even after thirty years, Old Mr. Gu still remembered it all too clearly.
It was as if it had happened yesterday.
He continued, "We entered the valley and, sure enough, got stuck in a mud pit. Our soldiers all got out to push the vehicles, one by one, moving forward. It looked like we would be out of the low-lying land in another ten minutes or so.
But what we didn't expect was a group of ragged villagers suddenly rushing down from the mountain.
Among them were the elderly, women, and children, some yelling that the carts were full of food, urging to go and snatch it."
It was 1950, and our Dragon Kingdom had just been established, a time when much was left to be restored; many places weren't completely reclaimed yet.
We fired warning shots to no avail. Over three hundred people charged towards us, including a child of about five who, hearing there was food, ran too fast, fell, and never got back up.
