Chapter 621

In the beginning, Zhou Ze still had the instinct to deliberately suppress his fantasy breaking. Now,

he really has forgotten that the illusion created by lawyer an, together with the memory of the "commander" of his army, began to merge and echo constantly.

in short,

is that with the passage of time, the sense of substitution is changing More and more strong, Zhou Ze also slowly began to be unclear, who is he?

It's like watching a movie,

devote yourself to it,

every move of the characters in the movie is related to your heartstrings,

accompanied by his joy and anger,

is equivalent to his sorrow and joy,

see what he sees,

listen to what he hears.

This damned rain,

this damned rain,

Zhou Ze has never hated rainy days as much as he does now,

the mud on the ground, the cold and wet on his body,

every step out, he has to do his best, a little inattentive, that is, he fell down directly, and it is more difficult to stand up again,

this is not like marching,

it is more like bearing cruel torture.

Zhou Ze has a herald. He speaks Sichuan dialect. He is not very old. He may be sixteen or seventeen.

Although Zhou Ze thought it was a little early to be a soldier at this age, what did he think he would do if he didn't?

Sometimes he is also very contradictory,

always feels that his thinking is a little disordered,

and what each disorder brings is unbearable pain, blurred vision, and noise at the eardrum.

The Herald said that the head of the army was ill,

shouted to go to the military doctor,

but it has been five days since he entered the mountain, and the team has been in disorder for a long time. It is impossible to say where the military doctor is. Even if he saw it, in the present situation, there would be no medicine left.

There are too many people who get sick.

Zhou Ze knew that he was a group of troops entering the mountain from behind. There had been a group walking in front of him before. He saw too many corpses lying on the ground.

Other diseases, such as malaria, began to spread rapidly in the military, like human flesh harvesters, harvesting the lives of those who passed by.

He called out the herald not to look for it, in case he lost it again.

But little Sichuan insisted on looking for him. He went there, and then the mountain torrent came. Zhou Ze sat under the big tree, and watched the whole process of the mountain torrent impact on the slope below him. Many soldiers were washed away.

Zhou Ze's eyes were wide open, and he beat the muddy ground angrily, splashing mud all the way.

He hated,

he was unwilling,

even if he died in battle,

even if he was afraid to die in the fierce charge with little Japan,

he would not feel so oppressed!

Soldiers, with their awareness and preparation, are not a good ending, but it is also an acceptable destination for all.

But now,

along the way,

he saw the wounded soldiers who were burning their own gas directly in order not to drag down the troops and to be captives,

he saw a corpse lying on the road,

he saw the young faces sitting there wailing because of illness and hunger on the road,

he saw the flash floods left behind The reason for this is that the thick silt of

even if it is dead,

why should it die here!

Why!

It seems to be infected by the angry mood. Everything has been completely put into it. The headache that has been going on all the time starts to weaken.

Zhou Ze got up again, found a stick and walked on.

Unwilling and angry with all his heart,

but as a soldier, he can't allow himself to sit here and wait for death. Although on the way, he saw many soldiers shot themselves because of mental breakdown, he would not do so.

The military order is to go back to China through the savage mountain.

then he will go back to China!

Stumbling forward, the road is still difficult, this damn rain, half did not stop.

When it's dark,

Zhou Ze sees a shed in front of him. The yerenshan mountain range is called "the devil's forbidden area" by the local Burmese. It's impossible to have any villages and houses, but because of the procession, there are few tents and other things along the way.

He was so tired and cold that he couldn't stand it.

Zhou Ze walked into the tent tremblingly and found several soldiers inside,He didn't report his rank. It's time. It's a fart. It's not clear whether he can go out alive. It's time to play tricks, not what's going on in his head?

Looking for the rest of the empty corner, Zhou Ze lay down.

In this sleep,

sleep is steadfast,

the rain will not hit you wantonly again, and the double fatigue of body and spirit will hit you again and again, and finally be covered by sleepiness.

When he woke up,

Zhou Ze suddenly felt that his right leg hurt badly.

he raised his leg and found that it had been swollen.

Because it was sleeping outside the shed, one of my legs was exposed and slipped into a nearby puddle when I slept last night. But because I was too tired to sleep, I didn't feel it all the time.

"Hiss..."

Zhou Ze stood up reluctantly with a stick on his back, but when he looked back,

his body suddenly trembled, and there were four soldiers in it, but they were still.

When it was dark, I didn't really see it. I thought they had fallen asleep when they came in. Now I found something wrong.

Zhou Ze immediately bent over and turned over the two soldiers on the ground, only to find that they were dead, and there were many insects crawling under them.

"Oh!"

There is a wave of acid in the chest,

there is nothing to vomit if you want to vomit,

you have been out of food for a long time,

you have been eating bark, your stomach and intestines are all twisted, what else can you vomit?

There is no strength to dig graves for them.

along the way, there are too many dead people to dig.

Zhou Ze silently saluted his "roommates" last night, leaning on sticks, and walked out of the tent.

"Ah ah!!!!!"

Before walking a few steps, there were two soldiers lying there, covering their stomachs and crying for pain. Beside them, there were many mushrooms scattered there.

When Zhou Ze approached, these people couldn't shout out. There was white foam in their mouths, and their faces began to turn purple.

Next to them, it seems that there are two people's companions. At the end of the day, it seems that they can't bear the pain. They pick up the knife, stab them in the chest and give them a good time.

No guns, because the Japanese pursuit force is likely to be nearby, and the shooting is easy to expose.

Two poisoned soldiers died with a relaxed look on their faces,

seemed to get off the ground,

Yes,

when they died, they would not feel hungry and would not have to go on.

Here, death is the simplest thing, and even a beautiful thing.

Zhou Ze continued to move forward. He didn't know how far he could go. He just walked step by step numbly.

Here is purgatory.

The soldiers walking here are like bones in purgatory.

The shoes are rotten and fall off,

walk forward barefoot,

the feet are worn out, it hurt at first, and then numb.

Corpses,

corpses,

corpses are everywhere,

and there are always swarms of leeches and other insects around the corpses. These horrible little things in the tropical rainforest can make a large living person slowly become white bones in just a few hours and fall off completely.

Zhou Ze saw three soldiers sitting on the roadside,

when Zhou Ze walked by,

they were looking at Zhou Ze,

one of them seemed to see the difference of Zhou Ze's military uniform,

they also saluted him,

Zhou Ze nodded and didn't return the salute,

it's not that he didn't want to go back,

it was his left arm that was bitten by a leech several times at the beginning Detect, stop to clap, fall out a few to suck to be bulging and bulging have two finger knuckle so thick thing.

His left arm is still numb, and his right hand is propped up with a stick. He is afraid that when he raises his hand to salute again, he will fall down, fall down, and can't get up.

As he went on, there were three shots behind him.

The soldiers who were also marching nearby looked back together. It was the three soldiers who shot themselves.

We began to speed up subconsciously. Although we were still walking slowly, it was a little faster than before. Because the living people knew that the sound of gunfire was likely to attract the Japanese pursuing.

In fact,

at the beginning,

the Japanese were really pursuing,

just like they were chasing the British in Myanmar,But the savage mountain is also fair,

with the passage of time and the deepening of everyone, there are fewer and fewer Japanese chasing over.

I don't know how many days I have gone, nor how far I have gone. The potential of people can be great, but it's not true that people can win the day.

Zhou Ze knew that he was feverish and probably had malaria.

After another day's support,

at last,

he really can't walk,

leaning on a big tree,

sat down.

He knew that as long as he sat down, he would never stand up again.

He looks up, he is very calm now, he has not faced the fear of death, and he even yearns for the coming of death, to end all his suffering.

Next to him, a soldier with a Hunan accent shouted hoarsely to a soldier who could not move:

"get up Get up Don't bluff me. We agreed to go home together. Go home, go home... "

Go home

Go home

Zhou Ze began to think of the picture of the city, bookstores, South streets, sofas, but soon, it became a beautiful countryside, very familiar, but very strange.

Which,

is home?

"I can't do it."

Zhou Ze was stunned for a moment and asked in a hoarse voice:

"who are you?"

"I really can't. I can't go out. Many people don't go out."

"Who are you? Who's talking to me? "

"We are so cold, so cold..."

"My head hurts..." Zhou Ze is in pain. His head hurts.

"We want to go home, go home..."

"Ah ah!!!!!"

Zhou Ze screamed.

"Please, take me, take us,

take us,

go home."