Early the next morning after Zhou Guochang woke up, it started pouring rain again. Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang could only hide in the stilted building, watching over the still comatose Qin Shouzheng.
In contrast, the little monk Sehao, who was also covered in wounds, had gotten up early to give sermons to the villagers in the village, and those villagers who were almost isolated from the world were also extremely pious.
"We can't wait any longer"
Zhou Guochang listened to the chanting that almost overwhelmed the sound of the rain and said, "Brother Wei, we have to go quickly. In the morning, I asked the little boy through Master Sehao that the large army passed by four days ago. We just need to go quickly."
Hurry up, I'm sure you can keep up."
"Leave Tan Shouzheng here?" Wei Ran asked with a frown.
"I remember you said, isn't there a group behind us?" Zhou Guochang asked rhetorically.
"Indeed, there should be a 288th Regiment behind us."
Weiran hesitated for a moment and then continued, "But I'm not sure whether the 288th Group will take the same route as us."
"Little Master Sehao seems to be very popular in this village."
Zhou Guochang looked at the festering wound on his foot, lowered his voice and continued, "Besides, the injury on the little master's body is more serious than ours, and he is not suitable to continue walking."
"Let him stay too?" Wei Ran asked with a frown.
"Um"
Zhou Guochang nodded, "Let the young master Sehao stay and take care of brother Shouzheng, and we will continue walking. Later, let the young master ask the chieftain to see if he can send a few people to give us a ride. If not, even if he sells us one
Buffalo will do, too.”
Before Wei Ran could speak, Zhou Guochang continued, "Brother Shouzheng is recovering here first. We will leave him a box of quinine. If he can catch up with the 288th regiment when he wakes up, those medicines can also save lives.
If he fails to meet the 288th Regiment, when the situation is stabilized in the future, let the young master find a way to take him back. Even if he sells the quinine, it will still be enough for him to live."
After a moment of silence, Wei Ran asked, "When do you plan to set off?"
"Noon?" Zhou Guochang asked tentatively, "One day late means one more day of danger, so I want to set off today. What do you think?"
"Then let's do it at noon." Wei Ran turned his head and glanced at the unconscious Qin Shouzheng, "I hope he can wake up before noon."
"It doesn't matter if he doesn't wake up," Zhou Guochang said while lying on his back on the floor, "if he wakes up, he will definitely go with us."
"Aren't you afraid?" Wei Ran asked incoherently.
"Afraid, why not afraid?"
Zhou Guochang grinned, "But what's the use of being afraid? I can't be like that toast, hiding in the mountains and forests all my life and being a shrinking bastard."
"We will definitely win this war." Wei Ran gritted his teeth and made a promise.
"Hurry up and win..."
Zhou Guochang looked at the ring on his hand, "I don't know if my sister and brother are still alive..."
"And that Yin Lisabai?" Wei Ran deliberately changed the topic to a lighter one.
Zhou Guochang smiled awkwardly when he heard this, and then nodded seriously, "And Yin Lisabai."
During the chat between the two, the chanting in the distance gradually stopped. Near noon, the little monk Sehao, who was also covered in injuries, also took Wei Ran and looked at the familiar child. They each came to Wei Ran with their meals.
Ran and Zhou Guochang.
While Wei Ran was feeding fish soup to the unconscious Tan Shouzheng, Zhou Guochang also informed the young monk Sehao of his plan.
After two or three minutes of silence, the young monk Sehao clasped his hands together and bowed slightly, then turned around and walked out of the stilted building.
After Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang finished their meal, a fat buffalo was brought to the open space downstairs. Soon, the two sides of the buffalo's body were tied up separately under the busy work of the villagers.
A large bamboo basket was put on it.
Under the watchful eyes of Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang, the villagers gradually filled the two large bamboo baskets with rice in clay pots, dried meat wrapped in banana leaves, taro with soil, and even some
A few live ducks with their wings tied with ropes, a basket of eggs, even dried bamboo shoots and a kettle tied together, and a large bundle of dry firewood wrapped in banana leaves.
When the two large bamboo baskets were filled, the villagers carefully tied them up with the tarpaulins brought by Wei Ran and others, and then carried over an extra backpack basket that was not too big.
The contents of this backpack were nothing but weapons and ammunition originally used by Wei Ran and others.
Looking at each other, Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang silently went downstairs with their own backpacks on their backs. Each of them took a submachine gun and matching ammunition. Then they took the bamboo hat handed by the young monk Sehao and buttoned it up.
On the head.
"Let's go"
Zhou Guochang found his wooden gun case and hung it diagonally on his shoulder. He clasped his hands and bent slightly towards the young monk Sehao. At the same time, he spoke in Burmese that Wei Ran could not understand.
After Zhou Guochang finished communicating with the little monk, Wei Ran also used his camera to take photos of the two saying goodbye, the forgotten village, the chieftain, the little boy who had been taking care of him, and his little panda.
One photo after another.
Led by two villagers carrying bows and arrows, and watched by the old man who once again put on the chieftain's official uniform and the other villagers, Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang followed the buffalo and walked out of this unfamiliar place step by step.
It's a big village.
It wasn't until the village behind him was completely blocked by the bamboo forest and a stretch of paddy fields appeared on the side of the road that Wei Ran asked, "Has the young master promised to take care of Shouzheng?"
"accepted"
Zhou Guochang nodded, "Little Master Se Hao promised to arrange for people to go to the top of the mountain to keep an eye on the mountain. Once an expeditionary force passes by, he will send Brother Shouzheng and the box of medicine there. If he still can't wait, he will take it with him after the war is over.
Brother Shouzheng has returned to Mo's village and is waiting for us to return in the temple."
"There are only two of us left..."
Wei Ran smacked his lips, feeling more and more uncomfortable. In the end, only himself and Zhou Guochang were left in this long and arduous journey. But what about in real history? Wasn't it true that Zhou Guochang was the only one left?
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Zhou Guochang clenched his fists, "But even if there are only two of us left, we will definitely be able to find it."
"It can definitely be done, it can definitely be done!" Wei Ran murmured almost like a self-hypnosis.
Under the leadership of the two villagers, they passed through a dense bamboo forest, climbed over a not-so-high mountain, and finally saw the swamp with floating corpses again.
Although there was no way to communicate directly between the two parties, the two villagers walked through a bush with familiarity and pulled out the raft of Wei Ran and others from a well-hidden cave.
Without them having to do anything, the two villagers used leather ropes to connect the cow and the life raft together. They even took the initiative to help, reinforcing the waterproof canvas covering the raft, and used the waterproof canvas that could be seen everywhere.
Banana leaves are camouflaged.
This was not over yet. When the life raft was pulled by the buffalo into the swamp, when Wei Ran and Zhou Guochang also got into the life raft, the two villagers even stuffed the backpacks on their shoulders into the life raft.
After receiving the whip handed by one of the villagers, Zhou Guochang knelt on the life raft and kowtowed solemnly, then raised the whip and flicked it, driving the buffalo slowly towards the depths of the swamp.
At the same time, a long-awaited intense white light also appeared in front of Wei Ran's eyes.
"It's finally over..." Wei Ran muttered, not knowing whether he was thankful or regretful.
He was glad that he finally no longer had to endure torture in this terrifying savage mountain, but he also regretted that he did not follow Zhou Guochang through the entire journey.
However, when the strong white light disappeared and his vision returned, he found that he had returned to Mo's village again!
Although I don’t know how much time has passed, various war equipment are still abandoned on the riverside next to the village.
It's just different from when I came here with Squad Leader Liang and others. Now you can see a lot of villagers in this village. By the river, you can also see women busy washing clothes, and men busy in the paddy fields.
and buffalo, and children playing on the discarded war equipment.
I lowered my head and looked at myself again. I was still wearing a British uniform, but the only difference was that it was much cleaner than before that white light, and all the festering wounds on my body had disappeared.
In addition, Wei Ran found that although he had no weapons on his body, he was still carrying a bulging British army canvas bag, a British army enamel water bottle on his waist, and on his sleeves, there were still
A CBI theater armband.
Looking around again, he was only accompanied by a donkey with thick lips. In the two bamboo baskets fixed on the donkey, there were also several knives of yellow paper, some candles, and even two clay pots with mud seals.
earthen jar.
After a slight hesitation, Wei Ran gently pulled the reins and led the quiet donkey along the gravel road, step by step towards the temple outside the village.
Far away, he saw a monk wearing dark red robes with his back turned to him. He was sitting on a stone at the entrance of the temple, quietly looking after the twenty-seal cauldron placed on the bonfire.
.The aroma of camellia wafting from the pot can be clearly smelled even from a long distance away.
Before he could get closer, another monk wearing monk's robes walked out of the temple door. However, this monk only had one arm and had a wooden gun case slung around his waist!
"Shou Zheng! Qin Shouzheng!" Wei Ran recognized the other party at a glance and immediately ran over while waving.
"Wei Ran! You're finally here!"
The one-armed monk also recognized Wei Ran at once, ran over to him without thinking, and hugged him.
"Where's your arm? What's wrong with your arm?" Wei Ran looked at the other person's missing left arm and asked, "Why are you wearing a monk's robe?"
"It's a long story." Qin Shouzheng stood on tiptoe and looked back, "Where is Guochang? Why hasn't he come yet?"
"I don't know" Wei Ran shook his head blankly.
"Let's go, come in with me."
Qin Shouzheng enthusiastically helped pull the donkey to the entrance of the temple. Wei Ran also recognized that the man tending the bonfire was none other than the young monk Sehao!
