Wake up（199）

 

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Zhou Jianguo told Pan Guangfu and Chai Jianmin pointing to the material "Memories of Stopping Fighting in Anhui" collected from Hefei. It came from the magazine "Yesterday". The author Liu Jiaju described in detail the fighting between the G faction and P faction in Hefei at that time .

The author Liu Jiaju recalled:

On August 8, 1967, the two factions launched another bloody struggle in Hefei.

In the evening, gunshots suddenly erupted in the north of Hefei City. Judging from the density of the gunfire and the type of gun used, it should be equivalent to the scale of the battle of the battalion. The sound of gunfire was an order, and the propaganda vehicle I was in charge of was dispatched immediately, followed by two people on duty from the Political Department and the headquarters, and the radio kept shouting:

  "We are Unit 6408 (the code name of the Twelfth Army), sent by Chairman Mao, and we are firmly opposed to violence!"

  The radio truck drove to the Feihe embankment in the direction of the gunfire, and the stray bullets flew over our heads non-stop. I stood at the front of the carriage and looked out. I saw a government compound in the south of Lu'an Road and the roof of the City No. 6 Middle School in the north of the road. There were bunkers made of sandbags, and the flames of perforation were spraying and shooting at each other. The bullets of machine guns and automatic guns flying in the air like countless matchlocks in the twilight.

  Staff Officer Liu of the headquarters commanded the propaganda vehicle to drive to the center of Lu'an Road. This bold action forced the gunshots from both sides to quiet down. We jumped out of the car and entered the government compound in Lunan. The compound was huge and crowded with people. I found that the students sitting on the ground were students who had been tied up behind their backs. When the soldiers appeared in front of them, they burst into tears. Shouted: "The People's Liberation Army, save us quickly, they are going to kill people!"

I asked a guard with a gun, "Which faction are they from?"

The guard replied: "P sent."

"How many people have you arrested?"

"More than a hundred."

"How to deal with it?"

"Take it back to headquarters."

"Where is the headquarters?"

"Hefei University of Technology." (Hefei University of Technology is the headquarters of the G faction.)

At this time, a leader stood in the center of the field and said: "Withdraw immediately, each squad is careful about their prisoners, and let them carry all the guns handed in." Under the command of the leader, the guards picked up the scattered guns from the ground and retreated. The bullets in the magazine were fired, and the guns were hung around the necks of the prisoners. The prisoners lined up and were escorted out of the south courtyard gate amidst the sound of shouting.

The fighters from the G faction upstairs were being driven down in twos and threes by our people who went up. A young man came to me with a light machine gun and made a V with his fingers. The young man told me: "Someone was killed. "He took me to the northeast corner of the compound, where there was a lime pit, and a curled corpse was soaked in the pit. I asked the young man to put down the gun and drag one foot with me, pulling the dead man from the pit to the pit. along. The corpse was covered in lime slurry, and it was white. In the dark night, it was still recognizable as a student. The young man said: "Our G faction invaded this compound, and he was executed after being captured." The onlookers told me: The deceased was a death squad member of the P faction, nicknamed Xiao Fuzi.

At this time, gunshots rang out from Lubei again. I ignored the disposal of the corpses, and led the two soldiers of our projection team to run out of the compound, cross the road, and ran to the teaching building of No. 6 Middle School where the gunshots rang out. It stopped suddenly, and someone shouted down: "Comrade PLA, save us!"

This is a three-story building, and the stairwells at both ends were on fire. I looked closer and saw that all the burning desks and chairs were burning. I thought it was a defensive measure by the building guards, and I set the fire myself. I found a wooden pole and pulled it out one by one. Two soldiers kicked the burning tables and chairs onto the grass in front of the building. After working hard for a while, they finally dug out a passage. I rushed to the second floor regardless of the high temperature of the embers. , There was no one on the second floor, and I went up to the third floor, but I didn't see anyone. I raised my head and shouted to the roof: "The People's Liberation Army is here, you all come down!"

After a short pause, the skylight on the top floor opened, and a head poked out, saying: "We can't get down, and there are still injured."

Two soldiers and I pulled a few desks and stacked them together. I climbed up the skylight and reached the roof platform. A group of people hugged me tightly, and the words of gratitude turned into sobs. I comforted them for a while, and counted the number of people. There were 15 people in total, and three of them were injured in legs and arms. I asked one of them, "How many guards are there?" The leader said, "More than a hundred." I noticed that they put a long wooden branch on the branch of a poplar tree behind the building. The gunshot just now may have been cut off by the G faction, and these dozens of people were intercepted. I immediately stood on the edge of the flat roof and shouted downstairs: "Doctors and nurses from the outpatient department come up quickly, there are wounded here."

Looking back, two soldiers and I sent those who were able to walk down the skylight one by one, leaving a young man to take care of the wounded. I chatted with him. He was a sophomore in No. 6 Middle School. He told me that all those who participated in the battle were of good character and had sworn oaths in front of Chairman Mao's portrait. I asked, "Why do you choose good ingredients?"

The young man replied: "Whether you are close or not, there are class distinctions. A good class is the iron heart to defend Chairman Mao."

I asked again: "What is the content of the oath?"

"Swear to the death to defend Chairman Mao's revolutionary line; Throw your head and sprinkle your blood, live as Chairman Mao's Red Guards, die as Chairman Mao's Red Imp..."

You were still calling for help just now, why didn't you fight to the end and kill yourself? "

The young man was a little embarrassed, and said: "I asked you to rescue us to get your protection. I survived to fight again."

I was thinking that the thoughts of young people are like a pool of clear water. As long as they are inspired by Mao Zedong Thought, they will be obliged to go through fire and water.

Doctors and nurses came up to bandage the wounded, and we rushed the three wounded downstairs. I looked at my watch, and it was past 9:00 p.m. When I returned, I deliberately let the promotional vehicle pass through the central area of the city. The most lively Changjiang Road in Hefei was already deserted. There were no vehicles or pedestrians. On the deserted streets, there were only a few street lights flashing.

Zhou Jianguo stopped talking when he finished talking. At this time, Pan Guangfu and Chai Jianmin were also silent.