"This ...... Is this a real gun?" I asked. Both Sha Ming and Kaohsiung couldn't help but laugh, saying that in a place like Myanmar, it is easier to find guns than massage parlors, both of which are old models from China decades ago, and are used by local government forces and guerrillas. I asked if I could touch it, Sha Ming threw the gun directly to me, I quickly took it with both hands, this gun is really heavy, at least it must be more than six pounds. The body of the gun is very old, and there are still a lot of rust marks. At that time, as you heard the name, you knew that the 56 type was developed in China in 1956, and later there was the 81 type*, which means that this gun was also a product of the late 70s of the last century, and it has been more than 30 years now, which is older than me.

I asked, "Can such an old gun still be fired?" Sha Ming skillfully removed the * in order to demonstrate, saw that it was full of bullets, inserted it into the body of the gun, pushed the top * bottom hard, pulled the bolt, and held it up with two shots. It was so loud that every time he fired a shot, I blinked my eyes and my ears were ringing. Sha Ming put the gun behind his back, and the four of them set off from the hut and walked southwest.

There was nothing to talk about on the way, I asked Sha Ming how to solve the problem of drinking water, I am afraid it is not realistic to rely on carrying water outside the mountain, it is too tossed. He pointed to the left: "There is a small stream two or three kilometers ahead, the water quality is good, and we all go there to get water." ”

I asked if there were any fish in the water and if I could eat them. Sha Ming nodded: "The fish must be there, and it tastes delicious, but I'm afraid you can't eat it." ”

"Why not?" I didn't understand, "This kind of deep mountains and dense forests must be pollution-free, and the fish should be delicious, are you afraid that I won't be used to the taste?" Sha Ming smiled and looked at Kaohsiung, Kaohsiung said that there must be villages in the upper reaches of the river, Sha Ming nodded, and said that there are several villages in the north, and the river water flows from there.

Kaohsiung smiled: "That's right, I suggest eating fish tonight, so that Boss Tian can also taste the world's deliciousness." Sha Ming also smiled and said yes, I didn't understand what they meant, but I thought that as long as you dare to eat, what would I not dare.

After walking for nearly two hours and taking two breaks in the middle, Master Azanda Lingkang's body has not fully recovered, which also gives me a chance to breathe, otherwise I would have to climb up and down and pull each other for two hours in this kind of terrain, and I would be a little unable to withstand it. When I arrived at the place, I saw that this was a small hill, and many pits had been dug in many places, and on the other side were large and small graves.

Sha Ming said: "This is a mass grave, the grave bag over there is the bones that were reburied after the master overtook it, and there are many unblessed ones on the other side of the pit." "Seeing the dense burial mounds with hundreds of them, I thought to myself that with the power of a single cultivator, how long would it take for so many corpses to be completed. No wonder Kaohsiung said that Azanda Lin Kang is one of the rare masters who really has magic power, how can those business masters suffer such hardships and suffer such crimes?

Coming to the northwest side of the pit, there is a sloping land, and Azanda Linkang said to start digging here. When I asked me how I could know which area had bones under such a large area, Sha Ming told me, saying that it was mainly based on the quality of the soil. These bones were refugees who wanted to flee from Myanmar to Thailand during the large-scale conflict on the Sino-Burmese border in the sixties of the last century, and at that time more people fled to Yunnan, China, but they were concentrated in the border of Lancang and Gengma counties in western Yunnan, and this kind of mass grave near the Thai-Myanmar border all wanted to go to Thailand. If there is danger or difficulty, such as encountering the army, local military uniforms and difficulties in passing, the smugglers will give up the leadership, and if they see that there is oil and water to be fished among these people, they will also get angry and find opportunities to kill refugees in large numbers in the deep mountains or dense forests.

"After killing, in order to cover up the truth, these snakeheads usually bury them on the spot," Sha Ming said, "but if the number is too large to bury at all, they have to abandon the corpses in the wilderness, and the insects and beasts will soon eat their corpses down to the bones, and with the rain and flash floods, it will not take two years for many refugees to be gone." ”

I said, "No wonder these hundreds of refugees are buried in the ground, and if the snakeheads are buried, it will take several months." Sha Ming pointed to the slope diagonally opposite, saying that it must have been a higher hill before, and that the bones had been buried in the torrents for decades, but that they had also encountered mass graves that were still exposed, and many of the bones were still recognizable.

Sha Ming bent down and grabbed a handful of dirt, let me see the color, said that if there are corpses buried underneath, the rotting ingredients and bones will attract small insects, such as maggots, flies, ants, etc., which will burrow into it for many years, and many insects will die in the soil and cannot come out, and this kind of soil is relatively black and loose.

Looking at the two handfuls of dirt he grabbed for me, I couldn't tell which one was loose and which was solid, but Sha Ming said that there were bones under his feet, and he didn't believe digging and digging. Sha Ming and I started digging, about a meter deep, and sure enough, a human skull rolled down my shovel. I was so scared that I almost didn't sit on the ground, but Kaohsiung sat next to me and laughed, saying that he should take a picture of me with his mobile phone, lay the skull flat on the shovel, and upload it to the Internet so that my family and friends could see it.

"Then they have to scold me. I wiped the sweat from my face and looked at the skull, my hands trembling. Sha Ming walked over, picked up the skull and handed it to Azanda Linkang, he held the skull in his hand, looked at it back and forth, and talked to Sha Ming in a low voice, probably in Burmese, which I didn't understand. But seeing Azandar Linkang pointing to a certain part of the back of his skull, Shaming nodded repeatedly.

I walked over to look at it, and Shaming said to me, "There is a clear cut here, but it is blunt, and it is a pit rather than a ditch, indicating that he must have been hacked to death with a shovel and not with a knife." "I also saw that part, the skull had been buried in the soil for nearly half a century, it was already blue-black, and the wound was even blacker, anyway, I couldn't see any doorway at all.

Azandar Linkon told the two of us to continue digging around to get the rest of the skull out. I thought I could dig a whole thing to the side, but I didn't expect that there was no nearby, Sha Ming instructed me to dig down, and it was really rewarding, probably digging more than a meter deep, fortunately, the soil layer was relatively soft, but it also made me tired and sweaty.

"Why are these bones upright? Shouldn't dead people lie flat?" I couldn't help but ask.

Kaohsiung, who was sitting next to him, replied: "Hundreds of corpses are piled up together, in any pose, and when the rain and flash floods are rushed, it is even more difficult to say." "I looked at Kaohsiung, who was sitting in the shade of a tree, and wanted him to come over to replace me, but I thought that it was impossible, in this scenario, if I wanted Boss Gao to work and I was idle, it was simply a tiger skin.