In the middle of the mountain road in the dense forest, the distorted screams of the French old Gilles and his slit cheeks frightened everyone around him and took a few steps back. They even looked at Wei Ran with tears in their eyes.
There was a look of fear. The young monk who had just been helped up also clasped his hands together and said something with a low eyebrow.
Just at this moment, Squad Leader Liang walked over, frowned and asked, "What's wrong? What did you ask?"
"The Japanese asked him to pretend to be a British man and create chaos and spread rumors." Wei Ran paused and briefly recounted the information he had just asked.
Before he could finish speaking, Qin Shouzheng had already used the butt of the submachine gun in his hand to knock out two large gold teeth from Gille's mouth. He also spit a mouthful of thick phlegm into his mouth, and then cursed in his hometown dialect.
He said "dog hanging!"
Ignoring the ear-piercing screams, Wei Ran walked over to Ji Le and squatted down next to him after reciting the story. With an expressionless face, he slowly inserted the bayonet in his hand into the gap between his chest and ribs, accurately piercing the heart. Unfortunately, this time,
, he still didn’t feel the indescribable sense of brain shutdown.
Just as he pulled out his bayonet, the young monk opened his mouth and said something.
Seeing everyone looking at him, Zhou Guochang immediately translated, "Master Sehao said that if we go to Mo's Village, he wants to go with us to avoid..."
"What can I avoid?" Wei Ran habitually wiped the blood from the bayonet on Gille's face.
"Lest you scare others, and lest others misunderstand us."
Zhou Guochang grinned and said, "Master Sehao said that he is from Mo's village, and he is willing to testify for us and explain along the way."
Before Zhou Guochang finished speaking, the young monk who looked about sixteen or seventeen at most showed a gentle smile to Wei Ran, and then said something in Burmese.
"Master Sehao said that he met you at the temple in Manxi Town and accepted bananas from you."
Zhou Guochang paused and waited for the young master named Se Hao to say something again before continuing to translate, "He also said that he would pray for you and pray that you would not be entangled in the karma of killing."
Hearing this, Wei Ran smiled nonchalantly and said, "Get something useful and let's set off now."
Before Zhou Guochang and the young monk Sehao finished communicating, Qin Shouzheng had already put the two big gold teeth that had just been pried out into his pocket, and then picked up the Webley revolver originally held by Gille and looked at it.
He threw it into the backpack with a look of disgust.
A little later, Zhou Guochang also dug out a lot of rifle bullets from the things he pulled out of the three corpses and threw them into his backpack, while Squad Leader Liang hung the kettle on the donkey.
At the same time, the young monk named Sehao also helped the girl who fell on the muddy ground, and the two of them worked together to carry the old man's body to a bullock cart not far away.
While Wei Ran and others were waiting, the young monk slowly picked up the blanket and covered the Buddha statue in the bamboo basket on the donkey. Then he bent down and picked up the ornately decorated Burmese knife.
He pinned it on his waist with a calm look.
"Master Sehao said he is ready to go," Zhou Guochang helped translate.
"Then let's go"
Wei Ran, who was carrying the least weight, was the first to step forward. Zhou Guochang and Qin Shouzheng, who also held submachine guns, followed a little behind. On the other hand, Squad Leader Liang and the young monk Sehao, each led their own donkeys in no particular order.
They walked at the end as if they were moving forward hand in hand.
Chatting all the way, with Zhou Guochang's translation, Wei Ran and others finally found out that this young master Sehao was sent to Manxi Town by the abbot of Mo's Village, specifically responsible for transferring the two precious Buddha statues in Manxi Town.
of.
Moreover, according to him, as early as a week ago, the British army had left Mansi Town and first retreated to Mo's Village. In a short period of time, they left Mo's Village and went to unknown destinations.
When asked about the expeditionary force in Mo's village, the young master just shook his head and said under Zhou Guochang's translation, "A large part of them has also entered the Savage Mountain. When I left the village the day before yesterday, there was
There aren’t many expeditionary soldiers left.”
"Where's the hospital?"
Qin Shouzheng asked, "Guochang, please ask young master Sehao, is the hospital in Mo's Village still there? Are the wounded still there?"
Fortunately, when these words were translated by Zhou Guochang, the young monk leading the donkey immediately nodded and replied calmly in Burmese, "Yes, they are all here."
After listening to Zhou Guochang's translation, Squad Leader Liang, Qin Shouzheng and Wei Ran all breathed a sigh of relief, and then Zhou Guochang also breathed a sigh of relief. In any case, as long as the hospital is still there, he is still in a coma with high fever on the back of a donkey.
There is still hope for Luke.
After running around for days, they finally heard the good news, and everyone's pace accelerated a lot. Near noon, there were fewer and fewer refugees traveling with them, and a winding river gradually appeared in front of them.
But compared to the vaguely visible river, what is more eye-catching is the obviously maintained gravel road at your feet, as well as the endless variety of artillery and vehicles along the river in the distance!
"Master Sehao said that Mo's Village is across the river. He wants to go to the temple in the southeast of the village. The field hospital is also near the temple. He asked us where we are going." Zhou Guochang helped translate and couldn't help but read.
Luke is lying on the donkey's back.
"Go to the hospital first!" Squad Leader Liang and Qin Shouzheng made the same decision without thinking.
Hearing this, the young monk Sehao nodded quietly and led everyone onto another path that was also paved with gravel and less than two meters wide.
However, before he saw the temple, Wei Ran frowned and sniffed. He was sure that he smelled the smell of burnt protein and the unignorable smell of... meat!
He had smelled this strange smell in Stalingrad, in the city of Berlin, and even on that small island in the Pacific, following those fire-breathing soldiers!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! With inner worries, they walked around a forest of trees used to divide paddy fields. At a glance, everyone saw a pagoda wrapped in a forest in the distance.
, and a small temple located at the foot of the pagoda.
But compared to these, what is even more shocking is the camp that was obviously burned by fire in the open space on the east side of the temple!
Squad Leader Liang and Qin Shouzheng looked at each other, took off their backpacks and ran over. Wei Ran, after a brief moment of sluggishness, strode after the two stumbling men.
As he got closer, the indescribable and strange smell became stronger and stronger, and he finally found a grave pit with countless corpses piled up at the edge of the woods to the west of the temple!
However, most of the corpses piled up in the tomb that was already slightly waterlogged were charred! And on the edge of the tomb, there were a few old men, middle-aged people or even two people wrapped in gauze.
The monk wearing dark red cassocks was silently burying the grave filled with corpses!
"What...what's going on?"
Squad leader Liang knelt down and asked muttering to himself. But Qin Shouzheng was wandering around aimlessly in a panic, trying to find something.
"Dead, all dead." A middle-aged man with a cage around his waist responded in Chinese with a strong accent.
"Little devils? They blew up the hospital?!" Qin Shouzheng asked angrily in a loud voice.
"Alas..." The middle-aged man who could speak Chinese sighed, "Suicide."
"What did you say?!"
Squad Leader Liang asked in disbelief. As he spoke, he even hurriedly pulled out his box gun, pulled the hammer, and tremblingly pointed the muzzle at the middle-aged man, "Say it again!"
"suicide"
The middle-aged man seemed not to see the threat at all, and continued to cover the grave, "You are late, the large army has entered the Savage Mountain, and the wounded soldiers cannot keep up. In the early hours of yesterday morning,
They agreed to commit suicide together."
"What did you say?"
The box gun in Squad Leader Liang's hand fell to the ground, and he also fell down on the scorched soil, "Dead? Dead? All... all dead?"
"All dead"
The middle-aged man put down the shovel in his hand, sat down next to Squad Leader Liang, took out a pack of British cigarettes from his pocket, tore it open and handed one to Squad Leader Liang, and lit it himself, "
There were more than a thousand wounded, and all of them committed suicide. Some swallowed guns, some set themselves on fire, and some drove trucks with a load of wounded people singing songs directly into the river. They died, all of them died.
Here you go."
The middle-aged man wiped his tears and pointed to the grave pit not far away, "There is a team of engineers who used the machines left by the British to dig several grave pits around the forest and send all the wounded soldiers who committed suicide."
Go in and bury him."
Having said this, the middle-aged man once again wiped away the muddy tears on his face and said with a choked voice, "Those engineers also committed suicide in that grave pit. After they jumped in, they also sang songs. Then
Before the song was even finished, they poured gasoline on themselves, pulled grenades to make them smoke, and shouted..."
"What are you shouting for?" Squad Leader Liang, who was already in tears, asked.
"Destroy the shell! Use nails to destroy the shell!"
The middle-aged man imitated it from memory, "It seems... it seems to be this sentence. The wounded soldiers were shouting like this when they committed suicide, and the engineers were also shouting like this."
"Destroy the shell... Use nails to destroy the shell... Haha! Haha! Destroy the shell! Use nails to destroy the shell! Haha!"
Squad Leader Liang was crying and laughing like crazy, grabbed the box gun that had just fallen, and pointed the muzzle at his chin.
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately rushed forward and grabbed the barrel of the gun.
"boom!"
During the crisp Johnson & Johnson, the strong air flow blew off the cap on Squad Leader Liang's head and also burned Wei Ran's palms.
But even so, he did not let go of his hand. He just endured the pain and snatched the box gun from the other party's hand.
"Don't forget what's in my bag"
Wei Ran put the pistol back into the opponent's hand, forced himself to calm down and said, "The dead are dead, the living still need us."
"Yes... yes... living people! Living people!"
Squad Leader Liang muttered nervously, struggled to get up, and stumbled forward, "Let's go after them. They are very close. We will catch up with them soon."
"well..."
Wei Ran sighed, walked a few steps quickly to catch up with Squad Leader Liang, put his hand behind his ears and pressed hard on his neck.
It wasn't until Squad Leader Liang collapsed to the ground with a pop that he walked up to the middle-aged man who was still sitting by the grave again. He ignored the box gun he picked up and asked politely, "Hello, may I ask? It’s this village…”
"I'm not. The people in the nearby village have long since disappeared. Even in the temple, only the old monk who helped bury the earth is left."
The middle-aged man looked at the box gun in his hand and continued in a calm tone, "We are Chinese who fled here with the large army from Mandalay. We are too old to escape. The Savage Mountain It would be a death to go in, and maybe not even a whole body would be left.
So it’s better to stay, bury them before the Japanese come over, and build a few more empty graves and lakes to attract the little Japanese. The rest is life or death, let’s go to the ball!”
Silently taking the box gun handed over by the other party, Wei Ran was silent for a moment, then he took out the camera that was already his own from his backpack, and asked with extra respect, "Sir, let me take pictures for you. Take a photo."
"Shoot me? Why are you shooting me?" The middle-aged man lit a cigarette and asked with despair.
"Lest you forget"
Wei Ran pointed to the grave that was less than half buried, "Lest people in the future forget about them and you."
"Forgot?" The middle-aged man snorted, "Who will remember them...and who will remember us as children..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Someone will always remember"
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already raised his camera and used the lens to circle the pagoda and the tomb in front of him. After carefully selecting the angle, he finally pressed the shutter button.
"My son is dead. He was killed by a Japanese plane a month ago. Do you remember? There is a use for eggs!"
While the middle-aged man was speaking, he picked up the shovel again and continued to shovel soil into the grave pit, bit by bit covering the young, burned, and unable to return home soldiers.
Wei Ran sighed again and asked, "Uncle, we still have a wounded person with a fever. Do you know where he is..."
"Go look for those cars by the river." The middle-aged man raised his finger and pointed to the river in the distance. "Everything that can be used has been taken away, and everything that cannot be taken away has been destroyed."
Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang, who was standing not far behind him, looked at each other. After hesitating for a moment, he handed the box gun on his waist to the other person, "You first leave Luke alone and wait in the temple, and then help Squad Leader Liang."
Carry it on your back and I'll look for some medicine."
"Okay, you...be careful." Zhou Guochang said, taking the gun and leading the donkey towards the small temple.
Walking to the river, Wei Ran couldn't help but shake his head secretly. There were various Dodge trucks, Willys Jeeps, various towed artillery, and even tanks of various styles parked here scatteredly!
But without exception, these war equipment were damaged, and there were even signs of being blown up and burned.
On the other side of the river, the not-so-big village was completely empty with not a single living creature in sight.
After a moment's hesitation, Weiran pulled a bicycle with its tires cut off from the bed of a truck and rode along the river, looking for anything useful among the abandoned war equipment.
Unfortunately, after walking around, the only thing he gained was only half a barrel of gasoline found in a Willys Jeep.
Wei Ran managed to get another half a barrel of gasoline from the gas tank, but Wei Ran, who couldn't find any medical supplies at all, could only ride a bicycle with only the wheel hub left, carrying a barrel of gasoline back to Xiaomiao.
After a while, the young monk Sehao who came back with him had already applied a layer of green lake-shaped herbs to the wound on Luke's arm. At the same time, he also lit a fire on the side of the temple door.
Shi was cooking something in a casserole. On the other side, the two unloaded donkeys were burying their mouths in the same trough, eating the grass inside.
Seeing Wei Ran coming over, the young monk raised his hand and pointed in the direction of the tomb on the west side, then clasped his hands together and bowed slightly.
He put down the oil drum from a distance and clasped his hands together as a greeting. When Wei Ran ran to the grave, he found that Tan Shouzheng and Zhou Guochang were each holding an engineering shovel, working seriously with those who chose to stay.
Buried in grave pits.
At the edge of the tomb, Squad Leader Liang was leaning against a waist-thick teak tree, contemplating an English-style steel helmet in his hand.
Seeing this, Wei Ran secretly sighed, took out his camera from his backpack again, and took a photo of the other party from a distance.
"What did they shout before... before they left?" Wei Ran asked, sitting down next to Squad Leader Liang and leaning against the tree trunk.
"Go back, you must go back."
As soon as he finished saying this, tears flowed out of the corners of Squad Leader Liang's eyes again, "Those boys dream of winning the war and going home with their achievements."
"Where's this helmet?" Wei Ran asked hard-heartedly.
"Company Commander's"
Monitor Liang paused and explained additionally, "It also belongs to my cousin. Look, my uncle asked me to take this copper coin from the beam of his house, and he tied it to him himself."
"This is at..."
“In that Buddhist hall”
Squad leader Liang put the helmet on his head, "He knew that I would definitely follow him, so he deliberately stayed in the Buddhist hall and filled it with rice for us. He also knew that knowing that he would be alive would definitely drag down the rest of us.
, that bastard!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran patted the other party's shoulder hard, then took off his backpack and opened it, deliberately revealing the two Japanese officer lunch boxes containing medicine, and then stuffed the camera into the bag, then stood up and took the
Pick up a shovel and help bury the grave.
While everyone was busy in silence, the strange smell was covered up by the soil, and the soil covering the body was completely covered by the firewood brought in.
As night fell, swarms of mosquitoes swept in as usual. Following the old monk who had been busy all day, he also lit a bonfire at the entrance of the temple, and then covered it with a bundle of grass from unknown sources.
Amidst the pungent and sweet smell, the surrounding mosquitoes instantly disappeared and disappeared. Some of them flew slowly and fell to the ground with a crackle.
Some distance away, two 20-inch large pots were placed on the bonfire. In one of the pots, glutinous rice was steaming. Next to the other pot, Squad Leader Liang was waving the frying spoon vigorously and remained silent.
Stir-fried with two ducks provided by the old monk, and some vegetables grown by the temple itself.
Gradually, the alluring aroma wafted out from the pot, but everyone around them didn't have any appetite. They just pondered their own thoughts in silence.
Under the Buddha statue inside the temple, the businessman Luke was still unconscious despite being force-fed a bowl of herbal medicine by the young monk. On the contrary, the young monk had already taken advantage of the darkness to carry the two baskets containing the Buddha statues.
Buried in the vegetable patch on the side of the pagoda.
In the unspeakable silence and almost torturous waiting, around the low table at the entrance of the temple, the bamboo bowls in everyone's hands were filled with glutinous rice, and bowls of rich glutinous rice were also placed on the surrounding low tables.
Camellia oleifera, the banana leaf spread in the middle of the circle of camellia oleifera is even piled with duck meat fried with chili peppers.
"Eat, eat." Squad leader Liang, who was covered in sweat, summoned his energy to greet the compatriots who had been busy all day.
"Oh! God! What the hell is this world like!"
An old man with a goatee let out a long sigh, picked up Kuaizi, ate the glutinous rice in big gulps, and ate several big pot dishes cooked by Squad Leader Liang.
Under the guidance of the old man, everyone sitting around picked up the bowls and quickly, but these people had hidden their tears for a long time, but under the light of the two kerosene lamps, they dropped one after another on the short wall.
