Chapter 4 Chapter Four

Qu Ping thought that maybe she would never forget that British Allied second lieutenant named Glaston in her whole life.On the orbit of her life actions will always shine the eternal bright star that the Allied lieutenant lit with the love of mankind.He will accompany her on the difficult journey of life until she, like him, ascends to the holy sky and becomes eternal peace. She will never forget that in the trenches in Binmanna, Burma, on her twenty-second birthday, a handsome young man with yellow hair and blue eyes from the British Isles gave her precious laughter. life.His disheveled blond hair is always dangling in front of her eyes, his pale and serene face flashes from time to time in a field of blood-stained wild flowers, she closes her eyes, that hair, that face, that wild flower Just through her thin eyelids, he forced his way into her pupils.

She didn't know why she kept thinking about him along the way, why she was always haunted by this wonderful dream similar to a princess and a prince?The road under her feet became more and more difficult to walk, and survival became more and more difficult. She was extremely dirty, and she could pick out a few lice in her hair and clothes with just a stretch of her hand.She was no fair princess, and no prince, brave or not, would have flown over the mountains to show her divine love.But she always imagined herself as a beautiful princess in childhood fairy tales, and imagined Lieutenant Glaston as Prince Charming. In fact, she knew almost nothing about the Prince Charming in the British Isles. His age, his place of birth, his dispositions and hobbies.She only remembered his name, which was told to her by the Burmese military officer who was present at the time, but it was the blank space left by this ignorance that gave her unfettered imagination and allowed her to use her beautiful dreams to go fill it.

Illusory things are always more perfect than real things. She imagined Glaston perfectly, she thought, he should be born in London, he should be brought up in an educated family in the upper class of London, he must have studied at Cambridge University or the famous Oxford University, where noble princes are trained Over school.The Second World War broke out. For the conscience of mankind, he picked up a gun and stepped onto the battlefield of blood and fire.Of course, before or after he put on the uniform, there must be many beautiful girls pursuing him, but he refused them all.His love is in the East, in Burma, in the trenches of Pinmanna.He was like a star moving slowly from west to east, and fell when it met another star burning with love.

"Qu Ping, you are lagging behind again! Hurry up! Why do people keep waiting for you!" The voice was fierce and cold, like a slap in the face, mercilessly smashing her dreams into pieces. Shang Wuqiang leaned against a tree and yelled at her from the side of the road more than ten meters in front of her. She came back to reality, rallied, and caught up step by step. When he rushed to Shang Wuqiang, Shang Wuqiang didn't even look at her, turned around, pushed the head of Old Zhao next to him, and roared again: "Go!" Old Zhao's head was pushed and staggered, the small white iron pot on his head fell off, and "Gulu, Gulu" rolled a long way down the mountain.He didn't dare to make a sound, looked at her pitifully, and hurriedly picked up the tin pot.

She hugged Shang Wuqiang's arm, and wanted to lean on him. He out of the way. "Go, go!" She almost cried. "Wu Qiang, I... I can't walk anymore, let's rest!" She was embarrassed to tell Shang Wuqiang that she had menstruation, her pants were soaked, and the menstrual belt had become very hard, as if hardened, which made her very painful. Shang Wuqiang ignored it and said coldly: "I can't rest, I won't be able to get up once I rest, we have to find a shelter before dark! I don't expect to rely on you two trash to build another shelter!"

After finishing speaking, he turned and left. Old Zhao didn't dare to neglect, he picked up the pot, put it on his head again, and rushed forward, and when he came to her, he gave her a hand: "Miss Qu, let's go!" She wept silently, endured the pain in her lower body, dragged her bloody feet, and followed step by step.She has no Prince Charming, nor the Allied lieutenant named Glaston, she only has a real and increasingly sad Shang Wuqiang.She already belonged to him, and will belong to him in the future, she can only go with him and be at his mercy - he is her support, her pillar, her God!

How unfortunate that she should have such a worrying day! Since the camping night when Qi Zhijun disappeared, Shang Wuqiang has become less sacred in her heart. She felt that when he took off his clothes, he also took off the shiny ornaments that he deliberately wrapped around his soul.When he did that with her, he was so rough she couldn't stand it, he scratched her, bit her, bit her breasts until they bled.The third and last time, four days ago, he pinned her down in the hut of the camp, ignoring her painful pleas.He completely lost his humanity, and even used a gun to force Old Zhao to sleep outside the shack.Poor old Zhao squatted against the trunk of a tree next to the ruined bonfire all night.

She felt that her face was completely lost, and she became less like a human being.When she went back on the road the next day, she didn't dare to say a word to Old Zhao for a whole day. Thinking about it carefully, life is really absurd!If there had been no war and Shanghai's "August 13th", she would never have put on a military uniform at the age of wearing cheongsams and skirts, and she should not have hastily ended her life in the forest of Savage Mountain in a foreign country event.In middle school, she had secretly admired a male classmate, and quietly put delicious candies into his desk drawer several times.She had fantasized about marrying him. At that time, the prince charming in her heart was that male classmate.She thought that their wedding would be grand and lively, with fine wine, firecrackers, a gorgeous white wedding dress that dragged the floor, and shy and drunk wedding candles...

It never occurred to me that when the Japanese planes bombed Zhabei, the male classmate was killed—probably the death of the male classmate was also one of the reasons why she joined the field service group and then put on the military uniform.Later, the Prince Charming in my heart changed to another, but the dream of wedding night in the bridal chamber in peace never changed.Even when the monk Wuqiang fell in love, she still longed for that beautiful and moving scene countless times. The war brutally destroyed all this. War turns man into a savage animal. Shang Wuqiang became more and more barbaric. After Wu Shengnan died, she hardly saw his smiling face.He tortured Old Zhao and her along the way—naturally, he tortured Old Zhao in one way, and tortured her in another way.After Wu Shengnan's death, Lao Zhao lost his patron saint, and he kept finding excuses to beat him, scold him, and insult him.Sometimes, she couldn't stand it anymore and stood up to speak for Old Zhao, and he scolded her too.

The sweet love of the past has all turned into hate.She really hates him.Hate it!But often after the short-term hatred passed, she would think of his many benefits in the past, and forgave him in her heart again and again. She can't blame him, hate him, she has to love him!Anyway, he was her husband, her partner in future life, and she was going to give birth to a son for him!Give birth to a fat soldier who can carry a gun! However, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't wake up her sleepy heart. The pain from the wound on her breast and the harsh words in her ear brought her only waves of disgust and disappointment...

At this time, that Lieutenant Glaston, whom she had only seen once in Pinmanna, jumped in front of her. The London she had never been to, but which became more and more real in her fantasy seemed to be As if by her side.Sometimes she felt that she was not stumbling in the deserted forest, but walking in the misty rain and mist arm in arm with Lieutenant Glaston in London... The lower body and the sides of the thighs were getting more and more painful from the rough dirty gauze, and her steps became slower and slower.She hoped that there would be a stream beside the road so that she could avoid people and have a good wash. He stopped and looked around. There was no shadow of a creek on the mountain in front of him or in the grass on both sides of the road, and he couldn't even see a puddle. She was very disappointed. About two weeks ago, when we set off from that small village, there was a heavy rain, which almost made her ill.Afterwards, it never rained again, and water began to become precious. If you can’t touch mountain springs and streams, let alone washing your face and body, sometimes even drinking water becomes a problem. Shang Wuqiang and Old Zhao Tou, who were walking in front, left her far away again, and she was forced to muster up the courage to shout to them: "Wait for me! Wait for me!" Shang Wuqiang continued to walk forward, but Old Zhao stopped, turned around and waved to her. Seeing that Old Zhao had stopped, she was relieved and looked back. No one was there, so she got off the road, burrowed into the grass, took off the knotted gauze, bit it again with her teeth, and tore it off. He took off a piece of the skirt, folded it and put it under his body. She casually threw the dirty gauze into the grass, and after a second thought, it was still usable after washing with water, then bent down to pick it up, rolled it up, and stuffed it into her pocket. After going back on the road, she felt better, her lower body was not so painful, and her pace involuntarily quickened.As she walked, she earnestly advised herself: Don't hate Shang Wuqiang, don't hate him!Gotta love him!love him!He is your husband, the guarantee for your survival in this inhuman environment!You have to tolerate everything about him, forgive everything about him! "Good-bye! Glaston! My ensign!" With tears in her eyes, she spoke softly. There were more and more corpses along the way, and sometimes one could run into one after walking a hundred or ten steps. Old Zhao thought, maybe at some point, he would fall to the ground and become one of the many corpses. Already out of food.They had no choice but to plan wild yams and plantain roots to satisfy their hunger.Hunger made him forget all dangers, and he ate anything without restraint.As a result, when he was camping yesterday, he found that his whole body began to swell, his skin and flesh seemed to be fermented, and when he pressed his hand, there was a bruise.Qu Ping is timid and dare not eat those messy things.She only uses the leaves of big trees to collect rainwater or dew to drink, and occasionally kills snakes before eating some snake meat.Shang Wuqiang was also very careful, he didn't dare to eat the wild plantain root, he was so hungry that he couldn't bear it, so he only ventured to try the wild taro pieces.But Shang Wuqiang lived a better life than he and Qu Ping. He still spoke loudly and walked with great energy. Because of this, he suspected that there was some kind of food hidden on the principal officer. He didn't dare to say anything, let alone ask Shang Wuqiang for equality in life.He wanted to throw away the white iron pot that had been on his head for a long time, but Shang Wuqiang refused.Shang Wuqiang wanted to use this pot to boil water to drink. He didn't dare to drink the water soaked in the corpse, and he wanted to boil water to scald his feet!He lives seriously and carefully, and is extremely responsible for his own life.He didn't say he was doing it for himself, but for everyone! Old Zhao knew very well that this "everyone" was just a cover. Among the "everyone" composed of three people, only Shang Wuqiang was the master. He and Qu Ping were both servants, and he was the most humble of the two servants. One.The thing called "dignity" that Section Chief Wu Shengnan mentioned does not exist in this inhuman living environment, let alone him.He is doomed to spend his whole life as a cow and horse for those who have dignity or have had dignity until the day when he dies forever.He accepted his fate.He saw with his own eyes that the girl Quping who once had dignity in the past was not much better than him, so what reason did he have for not accepting his fate?Qu Ping was raped several times by Shang Wuqiang along the way, he knew it.He saw her choking up quietly and weeping silently, there was nothing he could do, let alone help her. The longing for Section Chief Wu Shengnan became more and more intense. He couldn't forget the scene where Wu Shengnan used a pistol to force Shang Wuqiang to confess his mistake to him; he couldn't forget her peaceful face reflected in the pool of blood.he thinks.If Wu Shengnan was still alive, the situation wouldn't be so bad, Wu Shengnan would never tolerate Shang Wuqiang's unreasonable behavior, she might point a gun to Shang Wuqiang's chest and say to him: "Director Shang, you are human! You can't live for yourself like a beast!" She would say so, and she would do so.She is an amazing woman. Yet she was gone, gone forever.She is for him!She used her weak female body to block the rape bullet for him... His body swayed, his steps became more difficult and heavier every step, and the old bones all over his body seemed to be falling apart.There was a blur in front of my eyes, and I couldn't tell whether it was day or night.It's always like stepping on cotton under my feet, soft and spongy.It’s going up the mountain again, the road is not good, and every time I make a section up the mountain, I have to breathe for a while. Both Shang Wuqiang in front and Qu Ping in the back were dozens of steps away from him, and he could faintly hear footsteps in front of him and behind him. Tired and hungry.His whole body was soaked with sweat oozing from the flesh, and the festering thighs were sore and itchy. He really had no strength at all. He felt that if he kept walking, he would fall to the ground forever. Can't get up. He stopped resolutely, threw the white iron pot on his head to the ground loudly, and sat down.He became cruel, no matter how Shang Wuqiang yelled, he would not leave!He must rest here and find something to eat.He should also have dignity, and so should Qu Ping.Why do they insist on listening to Shang Wuqiang!Shang Wuqiang dare not kill him, dare not!If he really dared to fight, then it would be fine. Wouldn't the suffering of his life be over with one shot? ! The sound of the white iron pot hitting the ground alarmed Shang Wuqiang who was in front of him. He turned around to look, and asked out of breath: "What... what's going on, old Zhao, get up! Get up and go! Mom, can you die if you fall..." Shang Wuqiang thought he had fallen. He ignored it.He looked at Miss Quping on the road below, and waved to her feebly. Shang Wuqiang shouted again: "Old man, are you fucking looking for death?! Come on!" He still ignored it, and cursed bitterly in his heart: What sir, damn it, you bastard! Qu Ping climbed up step by step, firmly joined him, and sat down beside him. Qu Ping looked at the place where Shang Wuqiang was standing in disgust, and said out of breath: "Old Mr. Zhao, don't...don't pay attention to him! If he wants to leave, just...let him go alone! Let's rest here and find... find something to eat!" "Ok!" He nodded his gray head and fanned the wind with his military cap. Shang Wuqiang yelled hoarsely for a while, not only scolding Old Zhao, but also Qu Ping, tired of scolding, and sat down where he was. At this time, a group of stragglers came up from the mountain, about a dozen people.When they came to Old Zhao Tou and Qu Ping, a big soldier in the lead asked them with concern: "Which part?" Qu Ping said: "From the Military Political Department!" "Can't walk anymore?" Qu Ping nodded. The big soldier sighed, and led the group of people to move forward again. After taking two steps, he stopped: "Girl, uncle! Let's go with us! We should have someone to take care of us on the way!" Qu Ping's heart skipped a beat, and she almost wanted to leave with them, but when she thought that they were men she didn't know well, she immediately thought of the disgusting thing that might happen to her. She shook her head numbly. Seeing her shaking her head, Old Zhao shook her head too. The big soldier was so kind, he took out a small paper bag from his satchel, walked up to Qu Ping, handed it to Qu Ping and said: "Here, there are three biscuits here, you can keep them and eat them!" Qu Ping was stunned for a moment, tears welled up in her eyes, she reached out to take the biscuit, and said with tears in her eyes: "thanks, thanks!" Old Zhao was also crying... The big soldier turned his face away sadly, and continued to walk forward, waving to them after walking a long way. I don't know if it was the biscuits that attracted Shang Wuqiang, or something else, but after the soldiers passed by, Shang Wuqiang finally gave in, walked back step by step, and walked up to them. He asked Qu Ping: "What did that soldier give you?" Qu Ping opened her teary eyes, and stretched out her palm for Shang Wuqiang to look at. Shang Wuqiang seemed to be moved, and he rarely said something human: "Really... what a good person!" Unexpectedly, before he finished a sentence, he became savage and unreasonable again: "Why don't you ask him for more! There are so many of them, there must be something to eat! There must be!" Qu Ping really wanted to jump up and slap him, but she didn't have the strength to stand up.She opened her eyes wide and stared at his face bitterly. After watching for a long time, she uttered two words from her chapped lips: "Shameless!" Shang Wuqiang didn't seem to hear, his two green eyes just stared at the biscuit on Qu Ping's palm. After looking at it for a long time, he couldn't help it anymore. Qu Ping was afraid that he would take the other two yuan away, so she quickly gave one piece to Old Zhao, and stuffed the last piece into her mouth. Old Zhao doesn't want it. Old Zhao returned the biscuit to Qu Ping. "Girl, you can eat, you are a woman, it's really difficult for you along the way! Eat, eat by yourself!" Qu Ping's heart felt hot. She forced the biscuit into Old Zhao's mouth. Old Zhao was chewing with tears in his eyes, chewing... A piece of biscuit, on the contrary, aroused a stronger appetite. Under the oppression of hunger, the consciousness of the three finally unified. They decided to find a place to rest nearby and find something to eat to satisfy their hunger. Shang Wuqiang looked at his watch, it was past twelve noon. In the woods by the roadside, there was a shack that had been set up, and there was a pile of cooled ashes in front of the shack.At the door of the shack, there is a piece of cornstarch scattered.They rested in the hut for a while.While resting for breath, Qu Ping ate up the baoguxin bit by bit by herself.Later, they split up to find the wild fruit.In less than half an hour, a small pile of unknown wild fruits was collected around the shack. The wild fruits are of different shapes and sizes, some are like bell peppers, some are like persimmons, some are like grapes, and the colors are different, some are as red as blood, and some are so green that they are purple. They hesitated: Can these things be eaten?Will it be poisonous if eaten?Is there some kind of deadly danger hidden in the red, green and green?If you can eat the vanguard, why don't you eat it? The three of them stared at a pile of wild fruits in a daze. Qu Ping said: "I'm afraid I can't eat it. I think it's better to be careful!" Shang Wuqiang said: "Not necessarily! The people walking in front of us may not have run out of food. Hey, didn't we see the heart of the corn just now? As long as they don't run out of food, they won't pick the wild fruit. Besides, if the wild fruit is poisonous, it should have been sideways here A few people were poisoned to death, why not one?" This makes sense. "Come on, old Zhao, you can taste a few first!" Old Zhao hesitated for a moment, picked up a red persimmon-like thing in the pile of wild fruits and took a bite, tasted it, it was sweet with bitterness, the taste was not bad.He ate seven or eight in one go. "Well, not bad, the taste is not bad!" Shang Wuqiang watched Old Zhao eat his head, but he didn't put his hand into the pile of wild fruits. "Hey? Director Shang, Miss Qu, why don't you eat it? It's really good!" Qu Ping didn't dare to eat one, but Shang Wuqiang tried to eat one. "Hey, old Zhao, try that one again, the one that looks like a bell pepper!" Old Zhao didn't want to eat it, but he didn't dare to disobey the officer's order, so he had to bite the bullet and eat two more "bell peppers", frowning. "Director, this stuff doesn't taste good, it's too bitter and has a strange smell!" "So, try this?! This!" Qu Ping saw Shang Wuqiang's despicable mentality: this colonel and deputy director, this person she loved so much in the past, has completely lost the basic morals of being a human being, and he is letting the old Zhao head do risky experiments for his own survival! She gave Shang Wuqiang a cold look, stood up and stopped Old Zhao: "Old Zhao, don't eat!" Shang Wuqiang seemed very noble, he grinned: "Okay, if Lao Zhao is full, don't eat, I will eat!" He picked up a persimmon-shaped wild fruit and ate it. Qu Ping hadn't eaten all this time, a corn heart and a biscuit were enough to deceive her belly, and she didn't want to risk her life. After eating, tiredness replaced hunger, and they fell into a drowsy sleep. Unexpectedly, the tragedy happened because of this. When Qu Ping woke up, she found that Old Zhao was dead.He slept outside the shack, and Qu Ping didn't hear the sound of his struggle when he died.He died in pain, just like he lived in pain, with his body twisted, one hand picking at his mouth full of white foam and green pulp, and the other hand like a chicken paw deeply scratching the body around him. in the dirt. He died of poisoning. Qu Ping rushed back to the shack like crazy, grabbed Shang Wuqiang's arm, and wanted to drag Shang Wuqiang up, crying while dragging: "My surname is Shang, go and have a look! Go and have a look! How did you kill Old Zhao!" Shang Wuqiang's body was very heavy, and he couldn't move it no matter how he dragged it. Then he noticed that Shang Wuqiang's face was also sallow and blue, with sweat on his forehead and white foam hanging from his mouth. She was dumbfounded, and then realized that Shang Wuqiang had also been murdered by the poisonous pulp of the wild fruit. She threw herself beside Shang Wuqiang, holding his head in both hands, shaking his body with her knees, and cried anxiously: "Wu Qiang! Wu Qiang! Wake up! Wake up!" After screaming and shaking for a long time, Shang Wuqiang opened his eyes and looked at her tearfully. She burst into tears: "Old...Old Zhao is dead! You...you...you..." Shang Wuqiang struggled to sit up, and smiled with effort, a beautiful smile. "Ping, I...I..." "You...you must have been...poisoned!" Shang Wuqiang held his stomach and wanted to vomit, but he didn't vomit for a long time, and fell down again, gasping for air. "Wu Qiang! Wu Qiang!" Her cries were filled with desperation and fear. Shang Wuqiang panted and said: "Ping, I...I don't...I can't do it! Go...you can't get out of this wild man mountain. You...you must be good...to take care of yourself, go...get out!" "No! No! You will not die! No! I will carry you! I will carry you away!" The tears in her eyes flowed down her thin face, dripping down onto Shang Wuqiang's face. Shang Wuqiang raised a weak arm, and wiped her tears with his hand, gently, gently; as if he was afraid of scratching the flesh of her face.She was deeply moved, as if the dreamlike good time had come back again, and she forgave him for the roughness, cruelty, meanness and everything along the way... Shang Wuqiang wiped her tears and said: "Forgive me, and... forget me too! I...I'm sorry for you! I...I can't protect you...you! I...I'm not a man...a man!" Shang Wuqiang cried silently, tears filled his eye sockets, overflowed from the eye sockets, and flowed down his face to his ears. She yelled like crazy: "No! No! You are a man, a real man! You are my husband! My husband! You...you can't die! For me, you...you can't die either!" She suddenly realized that she should do something!He can't cry here with a dying person, all support is gone, she has to rely on her own strength to prop up this collapsing sky!She has to be strong! She stood up, wiped away the tears on her face, and said to Shang Wuqiang in a commanding tone for the first time: "Lie here and don't move, I'll find someone to find a way to save you!" She rushed out of the hut, out of the woods, onto the road trodden by thousands of feet, and shouted to the empty valley, to the lush forest: "Come on, come on!" The mountain pass in front is very dangerous, as long as the body falls to the direction of the canyon, it can disappear from this dirty world in one fell swoop.That is good, and in doing so, no one will know that he committed suicide, and it will be assumed that he has stumbled and fallen into a ravine, like a brother carried away by a stream. The thin monkey He Guisheng looked at the mountain pass above the road, and secretly made a decision in his heart to die for his country. He can't drag Officer Qi down anymore, he has dragged him down for more than ten days, and he believes that if this drags on, he won't be able to get out of these rolling mountains, and neither will Mr. Qi. Chief Qi Qi Zhijun staggered by himself, but was still supporting him. His face with one-legged glasses was so thin, with high cheekbones, deep-set eyes, and a pointed chin. His whole face seemed to be covered in layers. skin of dry skull.He was panting badly, and there was still a hint of phlegm in his throat. He had given him a part of his life, which made him survive to this day. Today, he didn't want to live anymore, and he finally realized: living is a must. heavy burden. He sat down on a big rock more than ten meters away from the mountain pass.He felt that saying goodbye to others was tantamount to canceling the death plan. Sitting on the rock with Qi Zhijun back to back in silence for a while, finally said nothing. There is also a secret wrapped around the long cloth belt around his waist, which only he knows.On the last night before entering the mountain, he claimed two portions of rice by himself. One was openly eaten with his brothers long before he met Qi Zhijun, and the other was wrapped around his waist so tightly that he could not even fall asleep. Never removed it.He's saving it for the last hurdle.When he met Qi Zhijun, he originally wanted to take it out, but first he was afraid that Qi Zhijun would steal his rice and go away alone, and later he was afraid that Qi Zhijun would hate his black heart and treachery.So, he and Qi Zhijun ate snake meat and wild fruits together, but they didn't dare to take it out.He grew up in the deep mountains of Guangxi, he knew edible wild fruits, and hunger had not seriously threatened them. Now that he was going to die, the rice was useless to him, so he decided to leave it to Qi Zhijun as a reward for Qi Zhijun's loyalty. After hesitating several times, he wanted to remove the rice from his waist, but in the end he didn't. He was afraid that taking it out at this time would arouse Qi Zhijun's suspicion and ruin his death plan... After resting for a while, Qi Zhijun spoke: "Let's go! After passing the mountain pass, the way down the mountain will be easy." He nodded silently, tried to stand up, but couldn't stand up. Qi Zhijun came to help him again. Qi Zhijun helped him and walked towards the mountain pass step by step against the wind. He had to get rid of Qi Zhijun, and he couldn't let Qi Zhijun fall into the valley by himself. When he got to the mountain pass, he made up his mind. He lay down on the ground and said: "Mr. Qi, the wind is too strong. It's dangerous for two...two people to stand there. Let's crawl over one by one!" Qi Zhijun looked at the mountain pass, and saw that the road at the mountain pass was indeed very narrow, with a mountain wall hung with ivy on one side and a cold deep valley on the other. The wind was so strong that it might blow people down. He nodded and agreed. He didn't expect that the companion in front of him who had been walking with him for more than ten days decided to bid farewell to his bleak life here. "Officer Qi, I'll go first, you...you wait a moment!" Qi Zhijun explained: "Be careful!" "Yes!" He Guisheng began to climb up the mountain pass step by step. He paused halfway, then straightened up, stood up unsteadily, and took two steps forward.At this time, he didn't know whether it was a gust of wind or he stumbled over a rock. He staggered and fell down the mountain pass, into an unfathomable valley. "what--" A scream sounded sadly when he fell into the valley. He exclaimed: "Old He! Old He—" What answered him was the lingering sound that shook the mountains and the strong mountain wind. With tears in his eyes, he crawled forward on his stomach and crawled to the place where He Guisheng was in distress. He saw a rice bag bent there like a dead python. The rice bag still carried the remaining warmth of He Guisheng's body and the pus from his wound. Blood……