As dusk approached, as the water level in the river rose higher and higher, Wei Ran, who was walking upstream, had to move toward the top of the mountain again and again to avoid being washed away by the rising river water.
Fortunately, just when he was hesitating to find a place to rest because the sky was getting darker and darker, a bright and uncertain light also dimly lit up in front of him. Seeing this, he immediately shouted and speeded up.
steps.
"Brother Wei, are you Brother Wei?" Zhou Guochang shouted at the top of his lungs.
"It's me! It's me!"
Wei Ran wiped the rainwater from his face, laboriously dragged the shriveled life raft to speed up, and joined Zhou Guochang and the young monk Sehao who were rushing towards him.
"Finally I found you!" Zhou Guochang said, helping to take off the backpack from Wei Ran's shoulder.
"No, I'll carry it myself."
Wei Ran subconsciously rejected the other party, then held the life raft in his hand and handed it over, "Put this on the donkey, this thing is heavier."
"well!"
Zhou Guochang hurriedly agreed, called on the little monk to help, and folded the life raft randomly and put it on the donkey's back.
"Where are your backpacks?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the other party back.
"It has been sent into the cave, and your backpack has also been sent in."
"I know..." Wei Ran sighed, silently tightened the backpack on his shoulders, and continued walking back with Zhou Guochang carrying an oil lamp.
"He...he was also killed by you...did you?" Zhou Guochang asked abruptly, "Just like you killed Mr. Luke."
"Yes" Wei Ran nodded expressionlessly.
"Thanks"
Zhou Guochang uttered a word of thanks without any preamble and then fell into silence again. And the young monk Sehao, who clearly did not understand Chinese, also recited a line of Wei without any warning.
A group of three people and a donkey walked along the foot of the mountain until it was completely dark, then returned to the place where they crossed the river, and then climbed non-stop to the entrance of the cave.
This cave is much larger than the caves that everyone has stayed in before. Not only is it as high as two or three stories, but even the end of the cave is so dark that it is impossible to see the bottom.
When the three of them rushed back, Qin Shouzheng did not light a bonfire or even light a fuel lamp. He just mechanically swung the pickaxe and struck the slightly damp ground in the center of the cave.
The shallow pit gradually expanded.
"Keep integrity"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, Qin Shouzheng's body trembled, and then he swung the pickaxe harder and harder, hitting the rocky ground hard.
Sighing secretly, Wei Ran took off the backpack he had been carrying all the way and put it aside. Then he found the backpack he was originally carrying, took off the oil lamp hanging on the side of the backpack and lit it. Then, he took off the backpack and lit it.
The American military kettle used to hold kerosene was removed from the side of Qin Shouzheng's backpack.
Under the puzzled gazes of Zhou Guochang and the young monk Sehao, Wei Ran opened the one-piece flight suit containing the firewood, took out a big bundle of dry firewood, and threw it into the grave pit that Qin Shouzheng worked hard to dig.
"You want to beat Xima!" Qin Shouzheng subconsciously spoke in an angry dialect.
"I'll help you dig a grave together."
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already unscrewed the American kettle and poured the kerosene inside onto the firewood.
"Point it," Wei Ran said without any doubt.
Qin Shouzheng stared at Wei Ran, turned around, picked up the lighter that Luke had given to Squad Leader Liang, and lit the firewood.
With a soft "hoo" sound, steaming flames rose from the ground and instantly swept away the firewood spread in the grave pit.
"Go chop some firewood, these are not enough." As Wei Ran spoke, he had already emptied his backpack and walked out of the cave with his machete.
"Brother Wei..."
"There is a kettle in the backpack I carried back. Let me boil some hot water for everyone and take inventory of the supplies."
Wei Ran said hello without looking back, and then said to Tan Shouzheng, "Let's go together. I saw two dead trees when I came up just now."
After taking a few deep breaths, Qin Shouzheng wiped away the tears that were pouring out, took his backpack and machete, and followed Wei Ran out of the cave.
Zhou Guochang and the young monk looked at each other. The latter shook his head slightly, emptied his backpack, picked up the hatchet, and led the donkey after him.
Left alone in the cave, Zhou Guochang glanced at the corpse of Squad Leader Liang, silently opened the bamboo basket Wei Ran carried back, took out an enamel kettle, filled it with rainwater, and placed it in the tomb with a bonfire burning.
above.
When he filled everyone's water bottles and counted all the supplies, Wei Ran and the other three people also returned to the cave with a basket full of firewood. Behind the donkey, there was also dragging a three-meter-long tree.
Thigh-thick damp dead trees.
He found the engineering shovel and shoveled all the red-hot charcoal outside the grave pit. Wei Ran picked up the canvas bucket and poured half a bucket of cold rainwater on it.
There was a soft "chi" sound, steaming water mist filled the air, and everyone heard a crackling sound soon after.
Throwing the canvas bucket aside, everyone started working together, using engineering shovels to clear away the cracked stones in the grave pit, then pushed the charcoal fire in again, and put the wet firewood that they had carried back hard on top.
It was only then that the young monk Sehao came up with the medicine box that Wei Ran had found in the wreckage of the plane. While saying something in Burmese, he pointed at Wei Ran's hands that were full of wounds.
Without waiting for Zhou Guochang to translate, Wei Ran nodded and extended his hands to the other party.
Upon seeing this, the young monk immediately used tweezers to absorb absorbent cotton and filled it with iodine, and carefully applied it on the wound on Wei Ran's hand. After a while, he completed the deiodine removal operation that Wei Ran had taught him before. The young monk again
I used gauze to help me bandage it carefully.
"What are you going to do next?" Wei Ran waited patiently for the little monk to bandage his wound, and then asked Qin Shouzheng who was sitting by the fire.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Go on, get out of here alive." Qin Shouzheng took a sip of the oil tea handed over by Zhou Guochang, "Wei Ran, you... you know that
Is there something in the oil can?"
"Know"
Wei Ran nodded, lowered his voice, and told the other party the information inside.
Seeing the other party muttering that piece of information in a low voice, Wei Ran cleared his throat and said, "Let's stop for a day. We need to have a good rest and deal with the wounds on our bodies and the ulcers on our feet, otherwise we won't be able to do anything at all."
I can’t get out of this savage mountain.”
"Can you go out after just one day's rest?" Qin Shouzheng asked angrily.
"Not necessarily." Wei Ran shook his head, "But at least I can go further, and... I can also spend more time with Squad Leader Liang."
Qin Shouzheng was stunned for a moment, then finally lowered his head and took a big sip of hot oil tea, "Then stop for one day... Wei Ran..."
"Um?"
"Thank you," Tan Shouzheng murmured.
"Don't make me do it a third time," Wei Ran muttered in response and reached out to take the camellia oleifera handed over by Zhou Guochang.
In the humid but cool and spacious cave, the bonfire burned all night. In the vapor that floated up from time to time, everyone not only dried their clothes and damp blankets with the bonfire, but also fried them dry and wet them with the river water.
of rice.
But the most important thing is that they finally dug a grave big enough for Squad Leader Liang to lie in.
Early the next morning, Qin Shouzheng, who had stayed up all night, personally lay down in the still hot grave pit and tried the size and depth. Then he patiently waited for Wei Ran to take a photo of Squad Leader Liang's death before using a tarpaulin.
Wrap him up carefully and carry him inside.
However, contrary to Wei Ran's expectations, Qin Shouzheng took another piece of tarpaulin, carefully wrapped the box cannon that originally belonged to Squad Leader Liang and placed it on Squad Leader Liang's chest.
This was not over yet, he then picked up the double-headed gun oil can containing the information, unscrewed the cap of the end containing the red paint and looked at Wei Ran.
Seeing the latter nodding towards him, Qin Shouzheng just poured a little paint on the banana leaf beside him and tightened the lid. Then, he unscrewed the lid of the cavity with white paint on the other side and took it out of his pocket.
He took out two big gold teeth and stuffed them in.
Tightening the lid again, Qin Shouzheng wrapped the oil can, the helmet, and the German lunch box containing Squad Leader Liang's personal belongings and account books in oilcloth and placed them at Squad Leader Liang's feet while saying, "Put these things right here."
Well, if you can't get out, it won't be..."
"You won't take it away?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"Stay here"
Qin Shouzheng said while pressing the corners of the tarpaulin with rocks prepared in advance, "If they don't believe this news, they can take advantage of the opportunity to come here to verify it and take Squad Leader Liang back."
"Put my things here too"
Before Zhou Guochang finished speaking, he had already taken out a kidney-shaped Japanese lunch box from his backpack.
Wei Ran remembered clearly that the lunch box not only contained camera film, but also some valuable items such as kyats, silver dollars and gold bars.
"Why are you putting things here?" Qin Shouzheng asked in confusion.
"It would be okay if we meet the expeditionary force."
Zhou Guochang said very calmly, "If you meet the British, these things will be snatched away by them sooner or later. Instead of doing this, it is better to put them here. If any of us survives, these things will be his.
It will be cheaper for outsiders.”
Having said this, Zhou Guochang deliberately opened the lid and showed the contents inside. At the same time, he picked up the roll of kyats and distributed them randomly to everyone, and then gave each person a silver dollar.
"What are you doing?" Qin Shouzheng became increasingly puzzled.
"With this money, if you encounter a village on the way or if you survive, you can always buy something to eat so that you won't starve to death."
Before he finished speaking, Qin Shouzheng took out another film canister and handed it to Wei Ran, "Brother Wei, this is the last unused film, take it yourself."
"Wait first"
Wei Ran took the film canister and put it into his pocket, turned around and walked to the corner, took out the gravity knife, cut off two buoyancy sections from the shriveled and leaking life raft, tied one end with a rope and returned it to the other side.
Completed graveside.
Under the watchful eyes of Qin Shouzheng and others, Wei Ran took out a British army lunch box wrapped in a tarpaulin from his backpack, opened it and put it aside. Then he took a step back, picked up his camera and pressed the shutter towards the unprepared crowd.
, I recorded this moment with the last frame of the roll of film in my camera.
After some operations, Wei Ran took out the film he had taken. He took out a film canister from his pocket and put it into the pair of British army lunch boxes filled with film canisters. He carefully wrapped it with a tarpaulin and stuffed it inside.
into the floating bag that was just cut off.
Only then did he say, "Put the things you want to keep in here too."
Hearing this, Zhou Guochang put the first lunch box in. Immediately afterwards, Qin Shouzheng also put in squad leader Liang's lunch box, the pistol, the helmet with the Chinese characters written on it, the double-headed gun and the oil can.
"Is there any more?" Wei Ran finally asked.
"Wait me a moment"
Qin Shouzheng picked up the cigarette pouch that originally belonged to Squad Leader Liang and dug out a pot of shredded tobacco. He then took out the ZIPPO lighter, lit the cigarette pouch, took a strong sip, and placed it on a stone in front of the grave.
In the lingering blue smoke, he picked up a writing brush from the banana leaf beside him, dipped it in the red paint that had been poured on the banana leaf in advance, and solemnly wrote "Teacher Yi Cheng" on a stone that he had chosen in advance.
The words "Tomb of Liang Yimin, 22nd Division of the Fifth Army".
Immediately afterwards, he picked up the lighter and wrote "Liang Yimin" on one side and "Every man has a responsibility" on the other side.
"Squad leader Liang... is his name Liang Yimin or...?" Wei Ran asked tentatively.
Qin Shouzheng gently placed the lighter and the brush dipped in red paint next to the tobacco bag. After a moment of silence, he explained, "When he was our husband, his name was Liang Yicheng and his courtesy name was Le'an. Later, before he joined the army, he gave us
Attended the last lesson.
In that class, he told us about the Eight-Nation Allied Forces, the Sino-Japanese War, and the Marco Polo Bridge and Nanjing Massacre in 1937. He said that every man has a duty to benefit the country and the people, and to expel the Japanese invaders."
At this point, Qin Shouzheng burst into tears, "Mr. Liang said that he has little talent and little knowledge and cannot guarantee that he can benefit the country, but he is willing to risk his own life to do something that benefits the people.
That day he changed his name and joined the army. Before he left, he said at the end that when he joined the army, he did not seek glory, wealth or promotion, but just...just wanted to do something that would allow the common people to see a way to survive."
"Mr. Liang is righteous..."
Wei Ran sighed. He didn't know how many people like Squad Leader Liang had died on the battlefield in China at this time. He didn't know how many people like Mr. Liang were preparing to embark on the battlefield.
But he knew that it was because of the efforts of Captain Liang and Mr. Liang that he could straighten his waist and be a good man in future generations.
In the swirling smoke, everyone waited patiently for a moment until the bag of cigarettes was extinguished. Then Tan Shouzheng gently knocked on a stone and put the cigarette bag and lighter into the rubber bag held by Wei Ran.
inside.
To his surprise, just when he was about to seal the waterproof bag with a rope, the little monk Sehao actually took out a small golden box inlaid with various gems from the bottom of his backpack and put it in with a smile.
Waterproof bag.
"What is this?" Wei Ran subconsciously asked Zhou Guochang.
Obviously, Zhou Guochang didn't know what was in this palm-sized box, so he asked the question in Burmese without thinking. But soon, as the little monk explained, a look of surprise appeared on his face
.
"Guochang, what is that little box?"
Qin Shouzheng couldn't help but ask, but Wei Ran had already tied the bag tightly with a rope, then put an extra layer of rubber float on the outside and tied it again, and then gently placed it at the feet of Squad Leader Qin
.
"Relics, relics from the temple in Mansi Town."
After some communication, Zhou Guochang explained, "Little Master Sehao said that if we can't get out, let the relic protect Squad Leader Liang.
If he can get out alive, he will definitely come back to collect the relics. When the time comes, he will take Captain Liang back to Mo's village for burial, and he will also take our things back to Mo's village, and he will be waiting for us there."
"I hope we all survive."
Qin Shouzheng sighed, stood up, took the bamboo slices that had been cut and broken in advance, and carefully laid them on top of the tomb pit. Then he pressed stones one after another on top, and with the help of Wei Ran and others, he piled them up one by one.
It's not a big grave bag.
After placing the last stone on the highest point of the tomb, Qin Shouzheng picked up the hatchet and went outside the cave to chop down a few thin bamboos with leaves. He carefully inserted them into the highest point of the tomb while keeping talking.
Explained, "This is our rule there, well... there should be a few pieces of yellow paper..."
