Chapter 7 Chapter 6 The Corpse of the Japanese

The wind was blowing in the snowy night, and we were standing in the burnt-out engine room, but we couldn't hear any abnormal movements outside.Zhang Yicheng slapped his chest fiercely, and said with a smile that he is a big man, what is there to be afraid of, don't be so coy like a woman!I understand that Hu Liang is not joking, and he is not timid, there must be something going on outside.I squeezed to the front and peeped at the snow-capped mountains outside through the opened hatch, feeling puzzled.There were actually two lights in a corner in the distance, and at night through the wind and snow, it was hard to see who was there.

Han Xiaoqiang didn't understand why he didn't go over there to call for help since there were people over there, maybe it was other comrades who survived the crash.But Hu Liang didn't allow anyone to go out, his posture was like facing a big enemy, and the uneasiness slowly infected everyone.Sure enough, the people in the wind and snow walked a certain distance, and we saw that the two people were really not comrades in arms, but Japanese devils.They wore the uniforms of the Japanese Air Force, held guns and flashlights in their hands, and walked fiercely on the snow. Before we crashed, we saw three "Zero aircraft" flying by. Could it be that the Japanese devils also crashed?My blood boiled with enthusiasm, and I wanted to kill these two devils to sacrifice the spirits of the brothers in heaven.I could see clearly that what the devil was holding was a Type 2 small blunderbuss, also called a Type 2 rifle.It was a weapon used by Japanese paratroopers during World War II. It was light and compact, and could be disassembled into two sections, but it could only hold five rounds of ammunition.

The four of us were holding box cannons, officially called Mauser military pistols, which were handed over from the great powers.The magazine of the box cannon can hold 20 bullets, and the effective range is within 100 meters. As long as the two devils approach, we will each shoot one shot to ensure that they will turn into honeycombs.It's a pity that the two ghosts didn't get too close, they suddenly turned around and ran back into the misty snow, and soon they were out of sight. "Look at you, what are you afraid of? The devils have all run away!" Zhang Yicheng said bitterly.

"Let them run, do you still have to fight with them?" Hu Liang lowered his voice. Zhang Yicheng shook the box cannon in his hand, and said angrily: "Nonsense! If I don't kill the devil, what should I do with the gun!" Hu Liang waved his hand and said, "Put it away! Didn't you see that there are snow-capped mountains all around, and if you shoot one shot, it might be an avalanche. Do you want to be buried alive now?" I couldn't help but nodded, Hu Liang was more careful than the three of us, and no one except him thought of this.If it wasn't for Hu Liang's reminder, Zhang Yicheng and I might really have gone out to kill the enemy, and then died in the snow-capped mountains together.We are not afraid of death, but no one wants to share the same hole with the Japanese devils after death. The feeling of disgust was particularly strong at that time.Han Xiaoqiang was so worried that he had no interest in paying attention to the two devils, and only wanted to fix the wireless devices again.However, after the fire on the plane, no matter how powerful you are, it is impossible to repair it.

Hu Liang later analyzed that the two devils might have accomplices nearby, rushing out rashly would only provoke more devils.Three "Zero machines" chased us out at night, and let us go uncharacteristically. Maybe there is something in the Himalayas.I was surprised at first, and then asked suspiciously if the devils had already set up an air force base in the snowy mountains, which is not bad!Hu Liang hurriedly said that this was impossible. The terrain of the Himalayas was complex and the climate was harsh. Even if the devils had the opportunity to build an air force base, forgive them for not being able to do so.

Zhang Yicheng annoyed: "This is impossible, that is impossible, then what do you think the Japanese devils are doing in the snow-capped mountains?" I saw that Han Xiaoqiang's expression was not very good, so I said: "Then let us show mercy and let those two devils go first. The most urgent thing is to find a way out and get out of here." Han Xiaoqiang also agreed: "It will take a few days to get out of the snow-capped mountains, and that's as long as we don't get lost. As long as we go to places where there are people in Tibet, we will be safer." I thought pessimistically, it was easier said than done.Although we all have a compass, the snow-capped mountains block the straight path, and we often have to take a detour or climb over the towering snow-capped mountains.This is not counting the big snowstorm, and the elusive snow mountain beasts, if they encounter a strong snowstorm, it will be difficult to move an inch.And we don't have special tools for climbing snow mountains. If we really want to go out, it will take at least a week, and at most half a month.After arguing for a while, we were exhausted and decided to rest in the wreckage of C-47 tonight. It can block the wind and snow here, at least better than sleeping in the snow.

Another plane crashed nearby. I wanted to find the remains of my comrades now and bury them properly.But Hu Liang suggested to go again tomorrow morning. Now everyone is injured and very tired.There are too many unknown places on the snow mountain, and it is too dangerous to walk at night. I have to wait until tomorrow morning to get out of the wreckage of C-47.Han Xiaoqiang was quite worried that our C-47 would be buried in the snow, just like the wreckage I found just now, but the wreckage had been in the snow mountain for a long time, and the snow of one night would not be able to completely bury the C-47.

If we want to stay overnight, we need a fire. We have alcohol, gasoline, and a lighter, but there is no fuel. To make a fire for warmth is like cooking without rice.To keep warm, we put on everything we could and planned to sleep together.We flew in the air for hours on high nerves, got injured in the skydive, sat down and no one wanted to get up again.Gray's mysterious disappearance made me unable to let go. I always felt that if he was dead, then he must still be alive.Gray sticks to the last moment and refuses to skydive in advance. Is there something on the plane that makes him not want to leave.

None of us remember exactly what was on the plane, except that there were eight large oil drums.Those drums were empty, and we were flying to the Air Force base in India with eight barrels of high-octane gasoline and other war supplies.But I counted again, and there were only seven of the eight oil barrels left, and the other one had disappeared.Later, I thought that when the plane fell, the hatch had been opened, and the oil drum might have fallen out.Of course, Gray's body could not have fallen out of the plane because the driver's seat belt was tied at the time. Hearing my reasoning, Hu Liang reluctantly stood up again, and put the remaining seven oil barrels in place.Our oil drum not only has a round mouth, but also can directly remove the big cover on it.This design is for rushing time. If you encounter Japanese air raids and you slowly inject aviation fuel from the round mouth, the emperor and eunuchs will die in a hurry.Zhang Yicheng is too lazy to look at the oil drums, less is less, why bother to investigate, now it is impossible for superiors to scold us.Han Xiaoqiang felt unwell and couldn't stand up, so he had to lean on the back cabin and watch quietly.

When Hu Liang and I straightened the seventh oil drum, we clearly felt that the oil drum was not empty, but that there was something heavy in it.During the flight, the oil barrels were scattered, and we re-fastened them later.This oil drum is heavy and does not roll easily, and it must have stood upright in the rear compartment at that time.But the people who carried the cargo onto the plane should have found out that the oil drum was not empty. If they already knew, then there was an order from above, and it seemed that the contents inside were classified. Now that we have fallen on a snow-capped mountain, no matter whether there is any secret in the oil drum, we must open it to take a look, otherwise how can we take the secret out.When Zhang Yicheng heard that there was something in the oil drum, he patted his buttocks and stood up again, wanting to feast his eyes.In the tense atmosphere, Hu Liang pried off the lid of the oil drum with a saber, and soon, the lid fell to the ground with a bang, and a strong stench gushed out.I thought it was an advanced weapon, but I was disappointed when I opened it, but I still find it incredible.There was a Japanese devil in it, wearing the uniform of the Japanese Air Force, but he was dead and smelled bad.

Zhang Yicheng cursed: "Fuck! Who put the devil in the oil drum, no wonder we crashed, it turned out to be bad luck!" I was confused and asked everyone: "The situation is special now. If you have something to say, just say it. Don't hide it. Does anyone know who put this devil in the oil drum? Why did you transport him airplane?" But the other three shook their heads, and Hu Liang also said: "Unless the superior is crazy, he will never transport the body of a Japanese devil. There is no such thing as a secret!" Han Xiaoqiang was still sitting on the ground, and it seemed difficult to stand up. He said to us: "If there is no instruction, the body cannot be transported to our plane. Who carried the oil drum up at that time?" When we asked this question, we looked at each other in blank dismay. Except for the brothers who were flying with us, there were only four people who got on the oil tank at the front of the plane—me, Hu Liang, Zhang Yicheng, and the American Gray.Eight oil barrels all looked the same, and now one was lost, and no one could remember which one they were transporting.I remembered that Han Xiaoqiang shouted a sentence in Japanese, and immediately suspected that he did it, but he had never touched an oil drum at that time, and the most unlikely person was Han Xiaoqiang. Killing devils was very honorable at that time, there was no need to be so mysterious, you would be praised if you spoke out.I don't want to doubt anyone, if I don't want to say it, then I don't say it, maybe it was served by some other brothers.But I can't figure it out, why transport the body of a Japanese, is this person special?I looked at the military uniform on the corpse, it should be a co-pilot, but unfortunately the clothes were scratched, and there was nothing else on the corpse to prove who this devil was. Zhang Yicheng didn't want to use his brain: "Don't think about it, it's just a devil, he will die if he dies! But we can't let him stay on our territory, we have to throw him to feed the eagles!" Hu Liang laughed dryly, and said, "You have a pretty good idea, where do eagles come from on the snow-capped mountains!" I didn't want to bother with the body, so I proposed to leave him in the oil drum and deal with the comrades first.Devils invading China, as well as other countries, do not deserve our sympathy.Cruel as that may sound, it was true at the time that no one would bury the dead of a Japanese soldier in the sacred Himalayas.Zhang Yicheng closed the oil cap and forced the oil barrel out of the engine room, so as not to let the devil's body cover the wind and snow. I guess it's already 3:00 in the morning, and it's going to be dawn if I don't sleep any more.Now everyone has altitude sickness, rest is a must, otherwise Iron Man can't stand it.After we ate a little, we curled up together, closed our eyes and forced ourselves to sleep.In order to prevent emergencies on the snow mountain, we kept vigil for an hour alone, and woke up others loudly if something happened.That night, we were half asleep and half awake, our bodies were cold, and we felt a splitting headache in our sleep. After sleeping for an unknown amount of time, Zhang Yiqian, the last watchman, yelled, scaring us all to open our eyes.It was already dawn, and the light came in from outside the cabin, and the silver outside was overwhelming, making people feel daunted.I held back my headache, rubbed my eyes, and asked what was wrong. Zhang Yicheng walked out onto the snowy ground and shouted to us, "Look, what is that thing that popped out of the snowy mountain over there?"