Behind me is a young soldier from Hubei, only 20 years old. Compared with my age, I am much older than him. I have a baby face and look younger than my actual age. My name is Liu Ergen, here
My last name is Liu, so we have a good relationship. This kid talks to me all day long about how his hometown is, and he talks a lot, so he is very accurate. But at this moment, I turned around and saw a picture
A face without facial features and a bloody mess.
I’m not afraid of jokes. My pants were wet in an instant. I’ve seen all kinds of disgusting corpses on the battlefield. We demining soldiers will have half of their heads blown off if we’re not careful. I’ve seen many comrades who died in such tragic ways. In addition to feeling
Apart from grief, I had no other thoughts, let alone fear, but I had never seen a living person suddenly lose his face, and he was still struggling around me. This time, I was completely confused.
Liu Ergen covered his bleeding face with both hands, resisting the pain, and said vaguely: "Ah... my face hurts... kill me quickly..." After that, he
Finally he couldn't help the pain, and fell to the ground rolling around, making strange noises. His comrades walking behind him quickly helped him up, but when they saw Liu Ergen's appearance, they couldn't help but
They yelled "Ah" in fear. The sudden change made everyone look miserable and they didn't know what happened.
At this time, a few drops of blood fell on my arm. I looked up and saw a dark thing curled up on the big banyan tree above my head, about the head, with a bloody face covered; this thing
It seemed like he was still watching us. At this moment, we all knew where Liu Ergen’s face had gone. Phantom, damn it’s such an apt description. This damn thing attacked Liu Ergen and no one saw what it was like.
The skin and flesh of Liu Ergen's face was peeled off in an instant.
This kind of banyan tree is very common in the rain forest. It is very tall, some are more than 30 meters high. It has so many hanging roots that one tree can form a small forest. Just now, this phantom should have climbed down along the roots of the tree.
, attacked Liu Ergen at once and peeled off his face. This guy is so perverted, why does he like to peel off human skin and put it on his face? I couldn't suppress the fear in my heart. If I had walked slower just now, I'm afraid,
I should be the one rolling on the ground. When I think of this, my teeth can't help but tremble. This scene will always be a shadow in my heart. For countless days to come, I will often be reminded of this scene in my dreams.
Wake up with a fright.
Xiao Zhonghua raised the gun in his hand and shot at the phantom above his head. I was confused. Didn't this thing come out of the swamp? Why was there one on the tree above my head? Could it be that it also had its nest in the tree?
Before he could think about it carefully, the phantom jumped down from the tree and hit Xiao Zhonghua! When Xiao Zhonghua saw that the situation was not good, he rolled on the spot. However, there was not much space for him in the dense woods, but it was enough.
He escaped the Phantom's sneak attack. After missing a single hit, the Phantom quickly climbed up the hanging roots of the banyan tree and jumped up high. A burst of bullets hit its body, but nothing happened. Looking at the bullets on its body,
Everyone looked at the phantom, which was still flexible despite the green smoke. Isn't this thing too powerful? And the speed at which it can climb trees cannot be matched by even the most agile golden monkey.
On the top of the tree, the phantom winked at us, and Liu Ergen's face looked particularly weird. Liu Ergen had already been knocked unconscious by a comrade. If he was not knocked unconscious, such pain would sooner or later torture him.
Death. Two people were busy sprinkling white medicine on his blurred face, and using gauze to help him seal the wound to stop the bleeding. No one had ever seen such a big wound. During the war, resources were tight and there were many wounded.
Therefore, no military doctor was sent to accompany him; even serious injuries could only be treated by sprinkling some powder and wrapping them in gauze.
"Everyone, retreat quickly!" Xiao Zhonghua knew that the situation was serious. The phantom could not even be killed by bullets. Fighting with it with bayonets was futile. If it were wasted, it would only increase the number of sacrifices. Moreover, there was more than one phantom in the swamp. Vietnam would be cleared later.
After the soldiers, how could they give up the opportunity to hunt us? After Xiao Zhonghua shouted, he stared at the Phantom, fearing that the Phantom would suddenly pounce down again.
The phantoms on the trees were watching us eagerly. Even if we wanted to leave, we had to be extremely careful. No one wanted to follow in the footsteps of Wang Dong or Liu Ergen. Just when we were in a dilemma, we suddenly discovered that Chen Wenhua and others who had run away were actually there again.
We returned, but we were missing more than half of our manpower. We saw Chen Wenhua covered in blood, carrying Ye Pingbo on his back, and Ye Pingbo looked like he was dying.
I felt panicked. What, did they also encounter a sneak attack?
Chen Wenhua obviously also noticed the phantom above our heads. But he was not too surprised. The comrades who came back were more or less injured.
Seeing Chen Wenhua and others returning in embarrassment, Xiao Zhonghua asked nervously: "What happened?"
Chen Wenhua took a breath, pointed at the phantom on the tree, pursed his lips and said: "It's not like this. It's so fucking elusive. We are stained with the stench released by the swamp. As long as we are still in this forest, they will
Even they can catch up with us." Chen Wenhua gently put down Ye Pingbo and asked the two soldiers to hold him up. He glanced around warily and then said: "This thing has no name, but it has one characteristic. It comes and goes like the wind, fast.
Like lightning, it is called a phantom." At this point, Chen Wenhua suddenly looked at me and said, "Liu Wensheng, have you ever heard your father mention this thing?"
I was paying close attention to the phantom on the tree. When I listened to his words, I shook my head and said, "No. My father never said such a thing."
"Then you should have read your family's "Landscape Strange Stories", which is passed down from male to female, and from elder to younger, right?" Having said this, he added: "You can safely say that it won't happen."
Someone is making things difficult for you." He knew that in special times, people like me, who have a bad ancestral status, are under great pressure. It is because of this that the status is drawn. How dare you talk about this? How do you write the word "death"?
I know!
I looked at the platoon leader Xiao Zhonghua, and he looked at me and said: "Liu Wensheng, you'd better confess and be lenient, otherwise..." Chen Wenming waved his hand to him, indicating that he should stop talking. Then Chen Wenming reached for his own
In his arms, he took out a book that was completely yellowed and continued: "This is half of the Strange News. I believe these are the only fragments of your family history."
As soon as I heard this, I suddenly trembled with horror. My father has always been worried about the missing parts of "Landscape Strange News". He said that it was my grandfather's lifelong wish to find this wonderful book.
Complete pages. Since this book was in my home, it has been a fragment, and no one has ever been able to find its missing parts. Did it appear in the hands of this central correspondent today? What on earth does he do?
How could there be such a thing? For a moment, I looked at him blankly.
Chen Wenhua flipped through it, put the scroll back into his arms, and said: "I originally thought that after Ghost Eye Liu told your father these things that have been passed down orally for generations, your father would pass them on to you. Unexpectedly, I actually
It was a miscalculation; he would definitely not tell you such an important thing too early. Your father passed away suddenly, and you were not with him at that time. Alas, what a pity, what a pity!" Chen Wenhua looked very upset.
I was dumbfounded and asked: "What did you say?" I swallowed a mouthful of saliva. I never thought in my life that I could be so close to the incomplete part of this book. If Chen Wenhua could let me read it,
That's good. I was thinking about how to talk to this special correspondent, but Chen Wenhua ignored me and continued: "This phantom is very cautious and very good at attacking people. If he misses a hit, he will definitely find another good opportunity. This is not the last
Danger, the most dangerous thing is that it is not afraid of swords and guns, and we are no match for it."
The phantom on the tree is ready to move, and the "cuckoo" sounds all around are getting closer and closer to us. It seems that the phantom is surrounding us. The intelligence of this ghost is really scary. Can it also play the art of war?