还乡团系列：那一年第一章(1/6)

吃粮当兵，当兵吃粮，这便是旧时候当兵的原因。我们那很穷，土地贫瘠，灾荒不断，十室九空，没有出路的年轻人便去当兵。当兵是当兵，不过为了混碗饭吃，谁还真想去玩儿命啊！
                                                                                                                                                                那一年我十七岁，刚当上兵没有多久，部队就奉调到江西去“围剿共匪”。
                                                                                                                                                                这是国军第几次“围剿”我不知道，只知道人家红军打仗真厉害，虽然人比我们少，武器也没有我们好，可人家那叫会打仗，光和你兜圈子，不同你硬碰硬，我们开进江西一个多月，天天听见枪响，看见被打死的弟兄，却连人家的人影儿都见不到一个。
                                                                                                                                                                我们的班长是个老兵，已经参加过两次“围剿”了，人是个好人，他私下告诉我：“看不见红军最好，看见了就玩儿完。别看咱们这么转悠也找不着人家，可人家对咱们的情况摸得一清二楚，只要得着机会，人家就会个“呼噜”一下儿给你来个包饺子。”
                                                                                                                                                                他还说：“红军来的时候，就象平地里冒出来似的，你连拉枪栓都来不及，而且人家个儿顶个儿的不怕死，真顶着子弹抡着大刀片子往你脑袋上剁。咱们不过是混饭吃的，一命换一命也不值啊，难道还真替谁卖命啊？”听了班长的话，我也时时小心，每天睡觉时候都竖着只耳朵，生怕作着梦就让人家割了脑袋去。
                                                                                                                                                                那天半夜，我觉着刚刚睡着，就被班长叫醒了：“起来起来！紧急集合！”
                                                                                                                                                                我一睁眼，天还漆黑一团呢！
                                                                                                                                                                “班长，什么时候了？”我一边急急忙忙地穿着衣裳，一边问道。
                                                                                                                                                                “三更刚过。”
                                                                                                                      

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