Chapter 184: Ghosts in the Mountains at the Lumberyard
The old man who called the mountain recalled the scene he saw in the snow-capped mountains, and it was still vivid in his mind.
"Another round of bullets was fired at them, without even breaking the outer shell of the insect. In order to increase our chance of survival, the squad leader volunteered to rush forward. He used the Mauser in his hand to break the soft tissue of the insect at close range under continuous fire.
, On the other side, another comrade and I climbed up the wall of the corpse pit with mountaineering picks. The crickets seemed to be going crazy. At the last moment when the squad leader was being eaten, he pulled the grenade and it exploded in the belly of the crickets. It was huge.
The bugs exploded in half, and the stench filled the sky."
Zhang Xiuxian almost shed tears when he heard this. He felt that there was a platoon leader who was just like this squad leader and saved a platoon of soldiers with his own life.
"The two of us were so scared that we froze on the wall, looking at the scene of corpses flying everywhere below. We will never forget it. Before we could recover, there were three or five more of those crickets crawling under the corpses at the bottom of the corpse pit.
When we got up, the two of us didn't dare to stay. It took a lot of effort to climb up. If we were to relax even one step during the whole process, we would be dead if we fell."
The deep tone of the old man's words and his accented Chinese made Feng Yu deeply impressed by this story.
Zhang Manyue didn't seem to listen at all. She was walking at the back, wondering what she was thinking.
The old man called Shanshan seemed to have not finished speaking. He continued: "After returning to the post, I truthfully reported the situation to my superiors, but something strange happened. When I took another group of soldiers to that place,
I found that the snow mountain break could not be found at all and disappeared out of thin air. Even in the following years, I looked for that place many times, but could not find anything. Because of this, there were only two people left in our class. After being punished, I let
I was sent to the Xing'anling logging camp to see the factory."
The old man called Shanshan smoked his pipe, and it seemed that he was getting more and more enthusiastic as he talked.
Feng Yu looked at the forest sea in the distant mountains. They were all covered with heavy snow. No matter where he looked, they all looked exactly the same. The old man in the mountains was chatting, so Feng Yu couldn't disturb him. He thought that this old man was too unreliable. Don't worry.
Being too patronizing and talking nonsense with Zhang Xiuxian led me astray again.
Feng Yu could only follow behind, Zhang Xiuxian said: "I said, uncle, you are not going smoothly this way. That big corpse is deliberately trying to get you together. Going to see the logging camp is a chore, so just go with the leader of the army.
When the war is in full swing, it is an aggrieved feeling to be suddenly assigned to fight bandits in the mountains!"
Feng Yu almost didn't curse, it's been so many years, why is Zhang Xiuxian still thinking about his leader? What's wrong with people going to fight the bandits? Commander Sun Dianying even dug up Qing Tombs when he beat the bandits, maybe the leader
Where are you happily being a rich man? What's the point of going to the front line to fight? Do you think it's fun to hang your head on your belt?
"Uncle Shanshan, how many years have you been working in a logging camp? I haven't heard anyone talk about it?" Feng Yu asked the old man Shanshan to prevent Zhang Xiuxian from talking about the leader.
"I can't even remember how many years it was, maybe four or five years. Later, Zhang Zuolin's Northeastern Army turned the logging camp into an arsenal, and I could only leave in disgrace. Talking about those years in the logging camp,
Not at all peaceful..."
The old man called Shanshan again told a story about his time at the Xing'anling logging camp.
The Xing'anling logging field is located on the snow-capped mountains with dense trees, logging manually and sawing wood by machine. For this purpose, the logging field also purchased a set of machines from the Soviet Union.
The equipment cost a lot of money, and calling the old man to visit the factory was actually a job with little technical content. All he had to do was patrol the area around the factory to guard against anyone stealing wood.
According to what the old man from the mountain said, even the people who pull wood in the deep mountains and forests can't wait to come up every two or three months. Except for a dozen workers and a cook, there is usually no ghost.
Life in the lumber camp is as boring as it gets. The old man who has nothing to do during the day will hunt a few wild animals and feed himself at night.
The strange thing happened half a year after the old man called Shanshan arrived at the lumberyard. Suddenly one night, when everyone was asleep, the machines in the factory started to squeak in the middle of the night. At that time, the old man called Shanshan was really frightened.
Jumping, he thought someone was coming to steal the machine, and immediately became vigilant nearby.
At that time, there was snow all year round on the mountain. The old man who called the mountain looked for a long time in the snow, but he didn't see a single new footprint. So the workers at the lumberyard didn't think much about it, thinking that there was something wrong with the machine, so they turned off the machine.
Just went to sleep.
Then sometimes the machine would automatically start running in the middle of the night for several days in a row. The workers unanimously believed that the Soviets were unreliable and sold them a bad machine. On the one hand, they asked people to send a message to people to come quickly.
Repairing the machine, unfortunately, the road was blocked by heavy snow, and the man repairing the machine was unable to get up.
That night, the machines in the factory were running as usual in the middle of the night, and the workers were backing off. No one wanted to get up to turn off the damn machine. Finally, after pushing for a long time, the youngest worker went out to turn off the machine.
As soon as the person left, everyone else fell asleep, and no one cared about it.
In the middle of the night, a worker got up to go to the toilet. He heard the machine outside was still whirring. He looked at the man who had gone out and hadn't come back yet. He cursed in his heart and went out.
At that time, the old man called Shanshan was outside the factory and heard someone shouting "there is a ghost" inside. He ran back to take a look and saw that something was wrong.
The first worker who went out to turn off the machine, for some reason, got caught in the machine, and his head and feet were cut off. He was cut into several square pieces and placed on the processing table.
The person who shouted that there was a ghost was the man who went out to get up for the night. He was almost scared out of his wits when he saw this. His legs were shaking and he wanted to stop the machine. The button of the machine seemed to have lost its function and it could not be pressed no matter what.
Useless.
The power unit of the machine is a diesel engine. As long as the power is cut off, the machine will naturally stop. I immediately went to turn off the diesel engine, but found that there was no diesel in the diesel engine. The machine was completely rotating by itself. At that moment, the man only felt a sensation on his scalp.
Feeling numb, I shouted "There's a ghost!"
Before anyone could come over, the machine automatically stopped again, which was really weird.
The old man who called the mountain had never heard of such a thing. He had not seen a single person outside. Could it be that there was a ghost? In any case, there was a human life in the lumberyard. When reporting to the superiors, it could only be said that the workers themselves made mistakes and let the machines
Got sucked in.
But anyone who saw it at the time would not agree with this point of view. How could he lie down on the processing table and wait to be cut by the machine? This incident made people in the lumberyard panic, and the old man called Shanshan thought it.
Warning, the focus is on patrolling the factory. The mountain outside is blocked by heavy snow, so no one can come in. If there is really a ghost in the place, the old man who calls the mountain would like to
What does this ghost look like? He is an atheist. He has seen a lot of dead people. He is not afraid of these at all. On the contrary, the workers were frightened to death. They are all poor people in the mountains of Northeast China who work to cut wood.
I just want to earn a small amount of money to support my family.
In the Northeast, superstition is still quite serious. Most of the workers come from remote areas, and they believe in ghosts and gods, such as Wong Tai Sin and the horse fairy. This is especially popular in the Northeast.
Old man Shuoshan slept with the workers for several days in a row. Whenever there was any noise in the factory, he could go out immediately. It was strange to say that after old man Shuangshan came, there was no movement in the factory for three to five days in a row, and the machines stopped working.
It didn't run in the middle of the night, and after half a month passed, people even thought there was something wrong with the machine. After there was no diesel in the diesel engine, it stopped running.
But no one can come to a conclusion as to the reason. A month has passed and the heavy snow has sealed the mountains with no sign of melting. Many workers want to leave the logging camp but have no way to go and can only stay in
here.
The old man who called the mountain gradually relaxed his vigilance, thinking that it might not be a big deal. How could there really be a ghost in the world?
Just then, something happened to another worker at night. He died in the same way as the previous worker. He also lay down on the processing table for no reason and cut into several pieces. However, the machine did not start.
After the explosion, the lumberjacks went on strike one after another. They said they would wait to die here without saying anything. They braved the one-meter-thick snow and ran a few of them the next day.
Of course, the old man who called the mountain couldn't run away. At that time, he wanted to ask for help from the outside world, but the message could not be transmitted at all. Among the workers in the lumberyard, there were only three homeless bachelors left, and even the cooking master ran away.
, you have to solve the problem of food and clothing yourself.
The lumberyard basically stopped working. During the day, the old man was called to check the machinery in the factory. At night, in order to prevent something like this from happening again, they locked the door.
Another night, the old man Huoshan was suddenly awakened from his sleep by a sound. It was the sound of a machine. The old man Huoshan was sure that it was correct. He remembered very clearly that the oil in the diesel engine had dried up long ago, and he also put the
The wires connecting the diesel engine were disassembled. It can be said that the machines in the factory are really turning on their own.
The old man called the mountain felt that something was wrong, and wanted to wake up a few people to go out and have a look. The scene was really scary, but the old man called the mountain could not wake up the three of them no matter how much he shouted, it was like giving someone a drug.
, slept soundly.
The old man who called Shanshan was not a person who could live in a cowardly place. He felt angry, picked up the firearm in his hand, unlocked the door and went to the factory.
There wasn't even a light for lighting outside, it was pitch black, you couldn't see your fingers, you couldn't even see a bird clearly, but the sound of the machines inside the factory was very clear, and the machines kept whirring.
To be honest, it was a lie that he was not afraid when he called Old Man Shan. The cold sweat on his back instantly wetted him from his neck to his heels. If he hadn't held a gun in his hand, how could he have the courage to go forward and call Old Man Shan?
I thought that if this matter was not resolved, after the heavy snow melted, the lumberyard would not be able to deliver any wood, and the workers would be running to death, the superiors would surely blame me. I would simply stop doing it and ask the old man to take it from his pocket.
After blowing out a fire stick, it was barely enough to illuminate, and he moved closer to the machine little by little.
