Question: What is a ghost signal? Why have I never heard of it?
I said to him: You don’t know something. There has always been this legend in the army. Some troops stationed in remote mountainous areas often receive inexplicable signals on the radio. These signals are intermittent, some are asking for help, and some are warning. In short,
The content is all kinds of weird. When the troops receive such a radio wave, they will think that there are victims asking for help, and most of them will send people to search for the place where the radio wave signal comes from. However, those who go there will never come back, as if they have disappeared from the world.
, those ghostly signals disappeared immediately, so this is the legendary enchantment signal.
In preparation for climbing up the tree, I put my mountaineering helmet on my head and said to me: How can such rumors be accurate? The sound came from the tree opposite us, and this place has entered the scope of the Tomb of King Xian.
, so every unusual situation may be related to King Xian's Tomb. We must get to the bottom of it. Besides, if there are trapped people asking for help, we can't just ignore it.
After saying that, he used a mountaineering pick to hang the thick vines on the trunk, and climbed up. He moved very briskly and climbed halfway up in a few times. The two entangled old trees were about 20 meters high and 10 meters in diameter.
The remaining meters of the tree crown blocked the moonlight, and the branches, leaves and flower buds on the tree were too dense. Using a wolf-eye flashlight under the tree, you could see at most the height of the trunk within ten meters.
Our searchlight has been destroyed, and the most powerful lighting equipment left now is the flare fired by the flare gun. This place has not yet entered the Worm Valley, and there will be no extra supplies on the way, so it cannot be used as much as possible here. I see in
Climbing higher and higher in the tree, I was very worried about her safety. I hurriedly woke up the fat man in the sleeping bag and asked him to help me under the tree. Then I put on my mountaineering helmet and turned on the tactical spotlight above my head, grabbed the vines, and climbed up the tree.
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The fat man was just woken up by me. He still didn't understand the situation. He kept asking me what was going on under the tree with his sword in his hand. I had just climbed to a third of the height when I saw the fat man following the headless fly under the tree.
He was holding a gun around as if he was holding it, then hung a mountaineering pick on a gap in the tree. He stopped and lowered his head and said to the fat man: Don't point the muzzle of the gun upward, or you may catch fire and kill me. There seems to be something in the tree. Let's climb up.
Go up and see what's going on. Just be careful down there and don't be careless.
At this time, the man who had climbed to the height of the old banyan tree suddenly shouted: There was half a plane wreckage stuck on the top of the tree, which seemed to be a US Air Force plane.
When I heard her words, I hurriedly used my hands and feet to find the spotlight on my mountaineering helmet and climbed up. I passed through thick layers of various plants and flowers and found a dark thing in the middle of the canopy. I was stroking something dark with my hands.
Even from a distance, I couldn't tell whether it was a plant or the wreckage of an airplane.
I climbed to my side and could see clearly. Under the quiet, frosty moonlight, there was a section of the cabin of a huge aircraft inserted upside down between two trees. The wings and tail were missing. The damage to the aircraft was very high.
Several large holes were broken, and the holes were blocked by scattered items. It was impossible to see what was inside. The hatch had separated from the fuselage and had almost become one with the tree trunk. The landing gear was stuck in the gaps between the trees. If you did not climb,
When I went to the top of the tree and looked closely, I never imagined that there would be a piece of airplane wreckage here.
I turned my head and looked at the tall and vast Zhelong Mountain at the other end. I thought that the plane probably hit the mountain and broke into several pieces. This section of the cabin just happened to fall on the tree crown. Such a huge impact affected the nearby trees.
Only these two rare giant couple trees can bear it.
I used a paratrooper's knife to scrape open a large piece of green plant mud covering the fuselage for me to look at. There was a blurry and unrecognizable string of letters. I didn't understand the rules of the U.S. Air Force, so I asked the U.S. Air Force officer.
Bombers and the Flying Tigers who aided China during the Anti-Japanese War
Dao: I haven’t found any Flying Tigers markings on the fuselage. It should be the wreckage of a U.S. Air Force C-type transport plane. It may have taken off from the Calcutta base in India during World War II to deliver supplies to the Chinese Expeditionary Force fighting in Burma and China.
, if it is the Flying Tigers supporting the Chinese theater, there should be another blue sky and white sun mark on the fuselage.
I nodded and said: This place is not far from Myanmar. I read on the news that the wreckage of dozens of US military transport planes have been discovered in the Shujiang Grand Canyon and the Gaoligong Mountains very close to here. In the past three years, the US military has been on the China-Myanmar border.
On the later Hump route, no fewer than six to seven hundred planes crashed in southwest China. Unexpectedly, one crashed here.
The fat man waited anxiously under the tree, and shouted loudly: Old Hu, what are you two doing in the tree for speculation? You asked me to stand guard for you two under the tree. What is there on the tree?
I broke off a branch and threw it at the fat man under the tree from above: "What are you talking about? We found a US military transport plane on the tree. I will go down after I find out."
At this time, I suddenly remembered the knocking sound of the distress signal that came out of the tree just now. I looked at the wreckage of the transport plane. How could anyone survive? What was the signal? Could it be the ghost of the pilot?
Not leaving, still asking for help
The clouds in the sky suddenly covered the moon, and it immediately became dark in the woods. I slowed down my breathing, held my breath and made gestures, and put our ears to the cabin with her to see if there was still that weird thing inside.
Morse code distress signal.
It didn't matter. As soon as I put my ear to the cabin, I heard three rapid knocking sounds inside. The sound came very suddenly. I was surprised. If I hadn't hung it firmly with a mountaineering pick with my left hand,
, and almost rolled and fell from the tree crown.
We didn't dare to make much noise from beginning to end. Except for me shouting a few words to the fat man under the tree, we all spoke in a low voice. We haven't heard that ghost signal since we climbed up the tree. At this time, the sound suddenly came from the cabin.
It came out from inside. Because it was so close, the sound was extremely clear. How could it not be shocking?
We looked at each other and saw that her face was full of doubts: Damn it, is there really something inside? I just saw a broken iron plate on the top of the cabin. Let's open it and see what's inside.
Condition.
I wasn’t afraid, and naturally I couldn’t show my fear, so I nodded in agreement: If there are still the bones of the US pilots, we will try to bury them temporarily and take the ID tags back. The only thing left is to notify the US consulate.
Come on, let them come and retrieve the remains. The Americans don't pay attention to the practice of burying loyal bones everywhere in the mountains. They will definitely cover them with flags and take them back to their hometowns.
He said: That's what I planned. Let's take action. If there is something in the cabin, we can use Captain Jin's black donkey's hooves to deal with it.
I pretended to be calm and said with a smile: "What is there? We don't have to worry about it. This is a military transport plane. There may be military supplies in it, preferably explosives and the like. The king's fight may be sent."
Useful.
I spotted a tree fork that I could put my feet on and bear a certain amount of weight. I stepped on it to support my body, and installed a tension-fixed piton in the crack of the tree. Then I fixed myself and the piton with a rope.
Use the mountaineering pick to pry the deformed rotten iron plate on the roof of the cabin.
I used a paratrooper knife to cut off the vines wrapped around the iron plate, and helped me open the iron plate. After more than 40 years, the aircraft was severely damaged and was squeezed by the growing old banyan tree. The iron plate was
When I pried it, only half of it fell off, and the other half was stuck tightly. It was difficult to use all my strength on the tree and I couldn't pry it anymore.
I lay down in the hole in the cabin, trying to see what was sending the signals, but they took a handgun and black donkey hooves to cover me. The tactical spotlight of the mountaineering helmet was far more powerful in the jungle at night.
It is easy to use in a hole where you can't see your fingers. The effective illumination distance of 23 meters is enough to see clearly the situation in the cabin.
I looked inside and took a breath, with my heart in my throat, and slowly turned my head over. The forest here was extremely quiet, and the sound of knocking in the cabin came one after another, and with each sound,
My heart was so high.
The light beam of the headlight shines into the dark interior of the cabin. The first thing I see is a pilot's helmet. It seems that the pilot's bones are just hanging under the iron plate that I have pried open. But he lowered his head, maybe
The cervical vertebrae were broken when the plane crashed, and the head hung on the chest. The body was severely deformed, and the gap was narrow. I couldn't see clearly how well the body was preserved under the helmet, but I was sure that from the angle of the head and body,
It is simply impossible for a living person to do this pose.
When he was about to reach out and lift up the helmet, who would have thought that the pilot's helmet that was hanging low suddenly moved slightly twice, as if he wanted to lift his head with force. Every time he moved, there was a sound of hitting the iron sheet.
At this moment, I was covered in white hair and sweat, and I secretly screamed, "Ku Ye". This time I definitely encountered a zombie. Since I fought, I have never encountered a real zongzi, and I have only encountered one who was possessed by an evil charm once.
Zombie. Although that thing is very similar to a zombie, it is actually completely different. I have heard my grandfather talk about ancient times since I was a child, and zombies were often mentioned. What I was most afraid of hearing when I was a child was the story of a zombie knocking on the coffin board in the coffin. Today is really...
I came across it, but I don’t know if it’s effective to touch the black donkey’s hooves that Captain Jin has used to restrain zombies since ancient times.
I bit the bullet and used a mountaineering pick to peel off the broken pilot's helmet. With the other hand, I raised the black donkey's hoof and stuffed it in. However, a bright golden light suddenly shot out from under the helmet.