Chapter 5 chapter Five

Gathering in the shack, the aura belonging to Qu Ping has not yet dissipated.Her breathing is still faintly ringing with the rise and fall of her towering chest; her crying is still hitting his heart like a whip; the salty sweat smell from her body is still stimulating his heart olfactory organ.Her cries, cries, gasps, her face, her neck, her arms, and everything, were all reduced to something inexplicable like a mist.On the side of the mountain road, her voice of calling for help vibrated in the warm air, and her figure seemed to be still shaking in front of his eyes. However, everything is over after all.He got up, wiped the tears from his face and the sweat from his forehead, and was ready to go on the road alone.

Even though he loved Qu Ping sincerely, now he can't take care of her anymore, the law of survival is ruthless, he can't sacrifice his life in this foreign mountain for her.Although love is precious, after all, it is something that human beings only need after obtaining the satisfaction of survival. When survival is not guaranteed, love can only be a useless or even fatal luxury. He figured out this simple but difficult truth in a peaceful environment. There is nothing worse than a soft heart!Human beings have been able to reproduce to this day and spread all over the entire planet, relying not on feelings and tears, but on strong and cold iron blood!The survival history of human beings is determined by iron and blood, not by emotions.Feelings and tears can neither soften history nor alter its course.The obvious example is right in front of us: in order to determine the future history, the Supreme Command in a civilized society can harden its heart and disregard the lives and deaths of more than 17,000 people. Why does he have to care about a man named Qu Where is Ping's woman?There is only one life, and there will be as many women on the road of life as clouds.

However, when faced with Qu Ping's anxious and desperate tearful face, he was really moved, he really cried, the fake show was done, for a moment, he was even shaken, wanting to cancel this despicable plan that only cares about himself.He thought, if Qu Ping didn't run out to call someone, if Qu Ping continued to cry in despair in front of him, he might have stopped this fake show and brought Qu Ping on the road again. He is really not a hard-hearted person, sometimes his heart is really soft, really soft... But Qu Ping ran out, and she took away the tears, crying, and feelings that almost softened him, and the will to survive in his heart occupied the void left by her.

He dared not go straight on the road. He was afraid of bumping into her on the side of the road or on the road. He judged the direction, walked for a while in the dense forest, and then walked to the side of the road again. Seeing no one on the road, he walked on the road for a while. He had to leave Qu Ping behind, at least two days' journey away, so that she would never be able to catch up, and a heavy stone on his path of survival would be thrown aside. He is not afraid to meet her in the future, if she is lucky enough to walk out of this savage mountain and enter India alone, he will still get along with her friendly - even revisit the dream of love.He would tell her: He was rescued by the brothers behind him, and he loved her, loved her in the past, loved her now, and will love her forever.

Can't love now.The question now is to survive.There is no grain left, but there are still seven or eight bullets. He has to rely on these seven or eight bullets and the gun in his hand to survive. He even thought of robbing. Rob, after robbing, kill that unlucky guy with one shot, without anyone knowing, why can't you do it? ! Naturally, you have to pick those laggards and single-handed guys to start with, and you can't do it in groups, not to mention ruining your reputation, and your own life may be put at the point of someone else's gun! The idea of ​​robbing other people's lives became stronger and stronger, and his actions became more surreptitious, jumping down the road for a while, walking in the forest full of thorns and weeds for a while, jumping on the road for a while, looking back and forth, looking for someone to attack .

The strongest survive. He is the strong among the weak. Unfortunately, until this day of camping, he failed to find a target to attack.Along the way, he saw three groups of brothers in large numbers, but he saw no lonely trekkers who had food.In the end, he had to join the third group of brothers and spent the night with them in a banana shed at the foot of the mountain.That night, a brother shared half a teapot of porridge with barely visible rice grains for him to drink. The next day, he claimed that he would wait for the comrades from the Political Department to get rid of the group of soldiers, and went to the mountain forest alone, and went to the road; on the road, to the mountain forest.Drilling into the mountains and forests, he wanted to pack something; when he went on the road, he also wanted to pack something. He anxiously waited for the weak animal that was destined to use his own death to continue his life.

On the winding mountain road, the animal who belonged to the same kind as him did not see it, but unexpectedly found a beast den in the mountain forest. The cave was discovered that afternoon, and he passed by without noticing it, and luck almost slipped past him.It was the sound of some animal crawling in the cave, which stopped his footsteps. He turned around and found some dry grass among the green bushes, and then saw a place that was almost completely blocked by dry grass and bushes. hole. He was a little scared at the time, the cave was at least two or three hundred meters away from the road, and he had no idea what was lying in the cave.He wondered if his pistol and dagger were good enough for what was in the cave.If he couldn't deal with the thing in the cave, things would be terrible--of course, he would shoot, but what's the use of shooting?Not to mention the sound of gunfire now, even the sound of cannons may not be able to call people to rescue him!

He stood blankly facing the cave for a while with the gun raised, the hand holding the gun was sweating.He wiped his hands on the dry rocks, gripped the gun tightly again, and drew out the dagger. He wanted to take a shot to explore the way and see what would jump out of that mysterious cave?On second thought, no!Bullets are getting less and less, and it has become as precious as life. With guns and bullets, life has an extra layer of protection. He dared not waste bullets. He looked around, picked up a fist-sized stone and threw it into the cave. After throwing it, he immediately pulled out a fighting posture.

It was a false alarm, and no ferocious animals such as mountain leopards, wolves, and jackals jumped out of the cave.Nothing jumped out of the hole, only a more rapid crawling and creaking sound. He was so excited that he completely forgot about the danger. He stuck the gun in his waist, and threw himself in front of the cave with the dagger in his hand. With two or three blows, he removed the dry grass and mud and rocks by the entrance of the cave, and tore off some wild vines hanging upside down. He plunged his dagger-holding hand into the black hole, danced wildly for a while, and stuck half of his body in.

It was very dark in the hole and nothing could be seen. He had no choice but to pull out, took out a match wrapped in oilcloth from the pocket of his military uniform, struck a match, and pointed into the cave—— His eyes lit up all of a sudden, and in the firelight, he saw two chubby little wolf cubs! He was so happy that he was almost crazy, threw the match stick, got into the wolf's den, and threw himself at the little wolf cub viciously.The first wolf cub was hit right away. He pinched its neck and touched the other cub. After touching the other cub for a long time, he also touched it.

He lifted them out and laid them on the mud grass at the mouth of the cave.Raising the dagger, he stabbed the two wolf cubs to death one by one. His hands were covered in wolf blood. He carried the wolf cub that was bleeding down his mouth, and staggered towards the mountain road. He ran for a while, rested for a while, and looked back to see if there were any wolves chasing him? No, maybe the mother of the wolf cub followed the laws of nature to seek opportunities like him, or maybe she was killed by the hungry marchers and became a part of human life... Except for the valley's response, there was no other human voice, and the road in front of Bai Shengsheng was deserted; according to the time calculation, the last group of big soldiers who passed by them and gave her three biscuits had already passed by. It was time to climb over the mountain; chasing them and asking them to come back to revive Shang Wuqiang was out of the question.She can only wait for the brothers behind, or go back to meet the brothers behind. She decided to go down the mountain to meet him. One minute earlier, Shang Wuqiang would have more hope of survival.She even hoped to welcome a medical officer and create a miracle for Shang Wuqiang and their mutual love. I ran a long way down the mountain, about two miles, but didn't meet anyone. She was afraid: how dangerous it would be to leave Shang Wuqiang, who was dying, alone there!What if wild beasts ate him?What if he didn't want to drag her down and committed suicide? She turned around again and climbed up the mountain with difficulty.Even if they die, they will die together.She must not let the person she loves, the person she dedicated her life to, to sleep alone in this forest.She began to complain about her incompetence and stupidity. Why did she not believe in her abilities so much?Why didn't he think of finding some water for Shang Wuqiang to drink to dilute the venom in his stomach?Why didn't I think of helping Shang Wuqiang with a successful vomiting!She is so stupid!How stupid!She will only be taken care of by others, but she will not take care of others!She can only rely on others, but cannot be relied on by others. Woman, woman!No wonder you are called weak by men. While you are bullied by men, you are also spoiled by their powerful arms... I thought wildly all the way until it was almost dark before I rushed to the original shack. Unexpectedly, Shang Wuqiang disappeared, no one alive, no dead body. Terrified, she shouted around the shed: "Wu Qiang! Shang Wuqiang, where are you?" There was no answer, and there was a dead silence in the forest. "Shang Wuqiang, come back! Come back! I'm waiting for you, I'm waiting for you!" At first she thought that he was dragged away by wolves, but seeing that Old Zhao's body was still lying there, she overturned this assumption.I also pondered: Maybe the brothers behind caught up and rescued him?Thinking about it carefully, she went all the way down the mountain without meeting anyone, how could he meet the person who rescued him? ! There is only one conclusion: Shang Wuqiang knew that he was going to die, that he would not be able to get out of the thousands of miles of mountains, so he deliberately avoided her so that she could get out without his burden—he had said this before parting. With tears in her eyes, she smiled happily.She thought: Wu Qiang, Wu Qiang, you are wrong!I must wait for you to come back!Either live for both, or die for both!Don't say that as a husband and wife should be like this, even as a human being, you have to be like this!Life is about you holding me, and I supporting you, step by step.There is no lonely life that belongs to only one person; life is a connection of life, and it is because of this connection of life that it radiates brilliant light. She picked some dry firewood and lit a bonfire. She waited all night by the campfire alone. In the most painful time, she shot into the night sky time and time again, until the last bullet was fired... Shang Wuqiang did not come back. The next day, she hit the road almost in despair. It was the darkest day of her life.On this day, she only drank some stream water.With the disappearance of Shang Wuqiang, a part of her life also quietly disappeared... At night, she found a thatched hut halfway up the mountain. The door was ajar, and the inside was full of people sleeping. She stood there for a while, holding on to the firewood door, and looked inside. There were two women in the room. There was still a gap in the room, so I walked in carefully and fell asleep on the ground. Too tired, too tired, she fell asleep not long after she fell down. She had a dream.I dreamed that Shang Wuqiang was in a duel with Glaston, the second lieutenant of the British Allied Forces, each holding a pistol. The gun in Glaston's hand rang first, and she rushed over, blocking the bullets fired at Shang Wuqiang with her body , she clutched her chest and fell to the ground.Shang Wuqiang moved to kiss her and hug her.In this way, she became one with Shang Wuqiang in Shang Wuqiang's kiss and hug... When I woke up, it was broad daylight, and Monk Wu Qiang from Glaston was gone.Around her were only the two sisters who slept together and many strange brothers.They hadn't woken up yet, and the hut was quiet. The sunlight coming in through the gaps in the branches and leaves of the trees reflected the small hut, and also reflected the faces of some brothers. She carefully looked at the two women beside her in the glare of the sun, trying to identify their faces and see which department they belonged to. There were not many female comrades in the Fifth Army, but she knew most of them. When she saw it, she was terrified. The two lesbians beside her were already dead, their bodies were stiff, and their faces were deformed by torture. She couldn't recognize who they were at all. she exclaimed: "Wake up, wake up! This... these two lesbians are dead... dead!" The brothers did not move, as if death had become natural and reasonable to them. She had to push them, trying to wake them up. I never thought that when she pushed one, it was stiff, and when she pushed another, it was still stiff.A strange smell emanating from the dead body, which she had ignored, stimulated her, and she realized that all the people in this hut had died here and slept forever. Terrified, she ran out of the hut screaming. The road to death lay coldly before her again, and she had no choice but to move forward step by step according to her survival instinct.When she moved to a fork in the mountain road, she saw a wooden sign planted there, with a black arrow drawn on it, and several large black characters written under the arrow: "Proceed from here!" She thought of death from the jet-black arrowhead and the big jet-black characters, and she thought: maybe a certain ditch, a certain patch of grass ten miles, twenty miles or thirty miles ahead of the arrow will become the destination of her life. Suddenly, an idea popped up in her mind that she wanted to stop but couldn't - Will Shang Wuqiang realize the difficulty of living and abandon her on purpose? "No! No! No! Never!" She yelled frantically, trying to use this voice to suppress the thought with the question mark circling in her mind. ... After being in a daze for three or four days, Qi Zhijun went the wrong way.He walked alone along a path and walked into a small village in the valley.There were only a dozen families living in the village, and it was strangely deserted, with no smoke from the kitchen, no shadow of people, or the crowing of chickens and ducks.He thought that the people here had also fled to the deep mountains, so he made the mistake and boldly looked around in front of the thatched huts.Seeing that there was no one in the house, I broke in and searched, hoping to find some food. The rice bag tied around his waist is almost deflated, at most there are two teapots of rice, and according to the route indicated by the road signs, there are more than 150 miles from here to Xinpingyang where the British Allied Forces are stationed. Fifteen miles, still have to walk more than ten days.I heard that planes taking off from mainland China have begun to drop food for the five armed forces in the Xinpingyang area, and hope is just ahead.But if he wants to turn his hope into reality, he still needs to carry out a full supply of life heat.He must at least have enough food to last ten days' journey, otherwise, the only thing shrouded in the halo of hope is death. In addition, he still has certain wariness and doubts about Xinpingyang. How much supplies can the British allies in Xinpingyang have?Aren't they themselves in trouble because of the total fall of Burma?How much of the airdropped food will reach the delivery point?Relying on a few planes with a small load capacity, can the hungry bellies of more than 10,000 people be guaranteed?What's more, here is a subtropical rainforest climate. If the weather is bad, the plane will not be able to fly.Taking ten thousand steps back, even if the airdrop goes well, even if the Allied forces still have food supplies, they will be eaten up by the people in the vanguard.After all, he was at the back of the line. Walking at the back of the line, there is no risk of opening the way, but there is the threat of starvation. Fate is like the sun, and it is always fair to people. He still has to rely on himself. He touched one thatched hut and walked through one chaimen, but he didn't even find a grain of corn or a grain of rice.Apparently the vanguard had harassed them countless times, and they got scared and took all their food away, or hid it.Judging from the conditions in the thatched huts, the people in this small village are also very poor, almost no different from uncivilized primitive people.He understood them, they had to do it for their own survival. When he already wanted to leave the village, he found a disheveled woman by the stream at the head of the village.The woman was very frightened when she saw him, and hurriedly ran towards a hut under the stream with an earthen jar filled with water. His eyes lit up, and he shouted at her back: "Hey, big sister, big sister!" He wondered if she could understand him, but he shouted: "Big sister! Big sister! Is there anyone else here?" The woman panicked even more, she threw the crock in her hand to the ground, and ran even faster. He noticed that she was barefoot. He followed her and ran to the thatched hut. Through the gap in the chai gate, he saw the woman trembling and snuggling up to an old man lying in the haystack; two fearful and vigilant eyes stared at him.When she looked at him, she was still muttering something, obviously speaking to the old man beside her. That woman was very young and beautiful, she looked only eighteen or nineteen years old at most, with big eyes and a high nose, like a girl from Yunnan in China. "You...you go!" She can speak Chinese even though it sounds a little blunt. He was happy, lying on the chapmon and said: "Don't be afraid! Don't be afraid! We are Chinese soldiers! We won't hurt you! Look, I'm the only one!" The girl was relieved, and whispered something to the old man in the native language.The old man also answered a few words in local language, the girl stood up, walked to the door cautiously and tentatively, and pulled the chaimen open. He comes in. "Sit, sit!" The girl pointed to a shiny and blackened wooden pier by the door. He sat down on the wooden pier and looked at the thatched hut in front of him. There were many animal skins nailed and hung on the wooden walls around the hut. There was almost nothing in the room except a pile of hay, a broken bed and an earthen stove.The old man was obviously hiding in the hay, so he didn't find him when he was searching for food. The old man was panting violently, and the sound of panting was mixed with the sound of phlegm like the whistling of bullets. He coughed dryly and asked: "Where are the people in the village? Where have they all gone?" The old man said with difficulty: "Enter... into the mountain! You are so frightened that you have entered the mountain! You... you are robbing... robbing our food, huh, huh! Only... only me, don't... huh! Useless things, Stay...stay here...here!" He understood, and asked the girl again: "Are you accompanying him? He is your grandfather? Oh, do you understand? Grandpa is your grandfather, your father's father!" The girl nodded, and smiled slightly, her fine teeth flashed outwards, which looked pretty. The atmosphere became a little friendlier. He also smiled: "You're so pretty, what's your name?" The girl said: "It's called Yuangu!" "How can you speak Chinese, are you Chinese?" Yuangu said: "A long, long time ago, we were Chinese. My grandpa said that, didn't you, grandpa! Did you say that?" She pushed the old man coquettishly. "Our ancestor is Zhuge Liang." Yuangu is very proud. "Oh! Really? It's interesting! Then why did you come to the mountains in Myanmar?" He felt that Yuangu was telling him fairy tales. Yuan Gu spoke her fairy tale seriously, and even complained! "Fortunately, you are still Chinese. Don't you know that Zhuge Liang conquered the Nanman? When Zhuge Liang conquered the Nanman, he scattered us into the mountains like grain seeds. Later, generation after generation, we became Shan people. I can't go back to China!" "Then you must also know Chinese characters?" Yuangu shook his head. "Why don't you know each other? Zhuge Liang, your ancestor, was a great man! Can he bring Chinese characters with him when he conquered the Southern Man?" He teases her. Yuangu was really fooled, and said more seriously: "When Zhuge Liang conquered the Southern Man, he wrote Chinese characters on many big cowhide, carried the cowhide on his back, walked, and walked, and then he was like you, when he had nothing to eat, he boiled the cowhide and Chinese characters together, and ate it to the stomach. Later... Later, we could speak some Chinese, but we couldn't write Chinese characters. We had eaten all the Chinese characters, so how could we get them out!" He smiled, really amused.For more than a month after entering the mountain, he was the happiest only at this moment; only at this moment did he feel that life was so fulfilling and meaningful. After laughing, he immediately remembered the harsh reality in front of him: his life was still threatened by hunger, and he was not here to joke with a girl named Yuangu, but to find food that could feed his stomach. He restrained his smile, and asked somewhat restrainedly: "Yuangu, you guys... can you still find... find some food here? I... I won't rob, I won't rob you, I will exchange things with you!" As soon as I finished speaking, I immediately regretted it.What does he trade with others for food?The military uniform was dirty and torn, and he only had one pistol for body protection, and the pistol could not be exchanged...Suddenly remembered the bullets, he still had eight or nine bullets!He can trade bullets for food. He pulled out five rounds of bullets: "I'll trade these bullets with you." Yuangu shook his head: "We don't need this kind of bullets, and we don't need it for hunting. Besides, I...we really have no food! The food was robbed once by your people. Later, the people in the village took the remaining food into the mountains. Really, I won't lie to you, I can see that you are a good person!" Disappointed, he stuffed the bullet back into his pocket. "Then... then what do you two, grandparents and grandchildren, eat?" "The people in the mountains—my dad and the others, bring us some food every one or two days!" Yuangu hesitated for a moment, leaned over to the old man's ear and said something to the old man, then turned around and took out a small earthen pot from the haystack, which contained a few boiled corn that had stale. Yuangu took out two buds, hesitated for a moment, took out another one, held it in both hands, and handed it to him. "Here! This is what my dad sent last night, you can eat it!" With trembling hands, he took the three Baogu, put two into his arms, and the other started to eat in front of Yuangu and the old man, and even finished the Baogu heart. While he was eating corn, the old man half lying on the haystack spoke: "You... you go, as soon as it gets dark, when the... people in the village come back, you... you will die!" He nodded, stood up silently, left his wishes and thanks with great care, and reluctantly left Caimen... Walking to the side of the stream, Yuangu chased out holding the earthen jar: "Take all these! Take them!" He didn't want it. He couldn't bear to ask for it. He stood by the stream and waved to Yuangu, staring at her for a long time, as if seeing another handsome face on her handsome face, with tears in his eyes, he made the last joke with Yuangu: "Yuangu, spit out all the words you have eaten into your stomach, and come back to our China! The young men in China are more beautiful than those here." He didn't hear what Yuangu said, and he was afraid that he would cry weakly in front of Yuangu, so he turned around and strode away along the green bank of the stream, leaving behind a beautiful fairy tale forever. The stream carries the flowing life and shouts happily, like the singing galaxy that I saw from my mother's arms when I was a child...