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Located at the junction of Myanmar, Laos and Thailand in Southeast Asia, it is the world-famous "Golden Triangle" region. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

The Golden Triangle, the world's largest source of narcotics, has been transporting opium to the world since the end of the 19th century, the Golden Crescent region bordering Afghanistan, Iran and Pakistan, and the Silver Triangle region bordering Colombia and Venezuela, the three places are known as the world's three major sources of narcotics, of which the Golden Triangle region accounts for more than 60% of the world's total narcotics every year shipped to the world.

60% may be a bit general, but in terms of specific quantities, the Golden Triangle supplies more than 3,000 tons of narcotics to the world every year.

Here, a group of devils who cause disasters and tragedies gather.

Every village in this jungle may be a poppy production area, and every mountain dweller you meet may have received good military training from drug lords, and while smiling innocently, you may come out of a nest with an AK47 and shoot at you.

From He Ping downwards, everyone knows very well how difficult the mission will be this time, not only will they encounter an unprecedented fierce battle with drug dealers, but more importantly, the jungle with an extremely treacherous living environment will be their biggest and most terrifying enemy.

They march in the devil's monstrous mouth.

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Maybe He Ping was too tired of Ye Huan, he was assigned to the group of political commissar Geng Zhijun, and the same group with him happened to be the red wolf, the blue wolf and the jackal in the same dormitory of the camp, as well as the other seven comrades-in-arms who could talk on weekdays.

This arrangement is probably also due to He Ping's consideration of taking care of Ye Huan, and he trains hard. After all, it is different from actual combat, and with familiar comrades-in-arms to take care of, the chances of survival are relatively much greater.

The 36 men were divided into three squads, which fanned out in a pattern, slowly and cautiously advancing deeper into the jungle.

Regarding his assignment to Geng Zhijun's group, Ye Huan was dissatisfied from the bottom of his heart. secretly went through the eighteenth generation of He Ping's ancestral ancestor, and the reason was very simple, this political commissar with the same rank of colonel was too ......

"Comrade Ye Huan, we are the army, the people's army. The army has a good tradition, it is not strong, it is not bullying, how can you let your comrades help you carry a gun? Sweat more in peacetime and shed less blood in wartime. I've taught you these things every week in my political and ideological classes. It's nothing for your comrades-in-arms to help you carry your gun, suppose we suddenly encounter an enemy attack now, and your gun is in the hands of your comrades-in-arms, what do you use to fight the enemy? …… Look, why did you lose the rope before I finished speaking? Although the rope is not a weapon, it is an essential tool for us to climb mountains and trees. Besides, littering will leave traces and attract ...... enemies."

"Commissar. I...... Wrong! ”

Ye Huan, who had never bowed his head in the face of the ruthless captain He Ping, admitted his mistake with tears in the rambling tirade of political commissar Geng Zhijun at this time.

Geng Zhijun smiled with satisfaction: "If you know your mistakes and can change them, you are a good comrade." Ye Huan, facts have proved that as long as you accept criticism with an open mind, any comrade who has made mistakes can be saved, even if a comrade like you seems hopeless in the eyes of outsiders, as long as you learn to be modest, you can still turn back as a prodigal son, and return to our ** team, and become the most determined ** fighter......"

"Political commissar, let's concentrate on the march, don't talk about it......" Ye Huan pleaded with tears in his eyes.

"Shhh...... Speaking of the prodigal son, I remembered that a few years ago, our Blue Sword Brigade also had such a thorn in the head of the army......" Geng Zhijun's expression fell into a distant memory.

Ye Huan: "............"

finally understood why Sun Monkey killed Tang Sanzang in the Journey to the West, to be honest, he had an urge to tie up the political commissar and dedicate it to the drug dealers.

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The team traveled in the jungle for two days, these two days were calm, but the journey was very slow, an average of only ten kilometers per day, the primitive jungle was too difficult, not only to open the road in the mountains, to build bridges in the water, but also to face many unknown dangers, Ye Huan had personally experienced a thick bowl of spotted pythons swimming past him when camping.

I don't know if Ye Huan is lucky or the python style is high, anyway, when he passed by him, the python didn't even look at him, and swam over with an arrogant attitude, Ye Huan was so frightened that he peed, and his face was so green as if he had been poisoned, and it was a long time after the python passed, Ye Huan covered his face and cried bitterly, and the whole person was so frightened that he was going crazy, and kept muttering that he wanted to go home and find his mother......

There are still three days away from the delivery location of the drug dealers shown by the intelligence, and in this place that is completely isolated from the outside world, Ye Huan and the others can only rely on their own feet to walk over step by step.

By the time it came to the third day, Ye Huan couldn't hold on anymore.

After all, he was only a recruit who had only been trained for two months, and whether it was physical fitness or experience in jungle marching, he was far inferior to Geng Zhijun and Red Wolf, a group of veterans. So later, Geng Zhijun and Red Wolf could only carry Ye Huan on the rugged mountain road, and the marching speed of the entire squad was greatly slowed down.

"Whew...... Call a helicopter and send me back to the capital to recuperate, comrades, I won't delay you tui...... I'm waiting in the capital for the news of your victory and triumph......" Ye Huan's whole person was hanging on Geng Zhijun's shoulder, and the heavy objects such as micro rushes, grenades, vibration thunder, and bullet clips on his body had been carried by the entire team.

Fear of death is everyone's nature, Ye Huan is just an ordinary person, at most a little stronger than ordinary people, but the threat of death still makes him involuntarily want to be a deserter.

"Comrade Ye Huan, we will not abandon any of our comrades-in-arms, and you should not give up on yourself easily, believe in yourself, you can do it!" Geng Zhijun was sweating profusely, still gritting his teeth to cheer him up.

"Political commissar, you just have mercy and let me go, I really can't do it!" Ye Huan pleaded.

"If you can't do it, you have to do it! People don't force themselves, they never know where their limits are, your limits are far from being sent out, no matter how difficult the road is, grit your teeth and pass, our ** soldiers are not even afraid of death. Are you still afraid of this little jungle? Ye Huan, stride straight up! ”

Ye Huan: "............"

The commissar must have engaged in pyramid schemes before he became a soldier.

Several other comrades-in-arms of the team followed behind and grinned, and the jackal smiled strangely: "Political commissar, don't be so idle, Ye Huan, this kid is obviously lazy, don't look at his current appearance of being about to die." When you encounter danger, you can run faster than a dog......"

Geng Zhijun glared back at them, and said dissatisfiedly: "My comrades-in-arms are tired like this, you still talk about cool things, and when you return to the camp, you will write me a check!" ”

The jackal smiled, and then his face changed. Sharpened his voice and shouted, "Ah! Snake! Ye Huan, it's so big that it's chasing ...... behind you."

Sou!

The whole person hung on Geng Zhijun's shoulder, and the dying Ye Huan's body turned into a black smoke, and he ran away in the blink of an eye, and his posture was full of energy.

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Ye Huan's face was a little stunned when he returned to the team, and Geng Zhijun glared at him with an iron face: "Do you want to call a helicopter to send you back to the capital?" ”

"No need......" Ye Huan laughed dryly.

"Your weapon. Bullet clips. Grenade ......"

"I'll carry ...... myself"

"Complete the mission and return to the camp ......"

"I will write a profound examination, no less than 800 words long......" Ye Huan's face was clear.

"Comrades-in-arms help you carry your equipment......"

"Go back to the capital, Quanjude roast duck will serve!"

Geng Zhijun nodded calmly: "Exquisite." ”

Everyone laughed, and the laughter startled a flock of chaffles in the mountains and forests.

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On the fourth day of the march, it was only two days away from the drug dealer's delivery location, and the team members became solemn. I didn't talk much along the way, and all the stops were replaced with military sign language. The entire group was silent, except that they were not allowed to speak. Walking is also required not to make unusual noises as much as possible, so as not to startle the animals in the jungle and be spotted by the enemy.

The way the squad marched forward in a battle formation, and the three-three system alternately covered the advance, and everyone's nerves were highly tense, moving forward cautiously and slowly, so that the team's marching speed became more and more sluggish.

Thankfully, Ye Huan actually stumbled over along the way, looking back and thinking about the hardships along the way, even he was surprised, how could the little gangster who used to eat and wait for death in Ninghai every day have such perseverance to break through this jungle of death?

When it was almost sunset, Geng Zhijun announced that today's march was over, looking for a place to camp, the jungle in the dark night was full of unpredictable dangers, for the sake of the lives of the team members, Geng Zhijun would not choose to march at night.

Everyone slowly walked to the depths of the jungle, and a small pond with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared in front of everyone.

Everyone was overjoyed, and without waiting for Geng Zhijun's order, everyone ran towards the pond one after another, if they could drink a few sips of water before camping, and quietly take a bath on the premise of not making a sound, it was undoubtedly a rare enjoyment for this group of soldiers who put life and death aside.

Geng Zhijun looked at the heavy fallen leaves laid out near the pond, as well as ...... The surroundings were so silent that there was no trace of insects chirping, and there was a bit of desperate death in the silence, and after a few seconds, Geng Zhijun, who was experienced in the jungle, suddenly changed his face and ordered loudly: "Not good! Give me all back! That's an order! ”

Everyone looked back and were shocked to find a comrade nicknamed Coyote standing in the open space covered with fallen leaves by the pond, and his body was slowly sinking at a speed visible to the flesh......

"Swamp! I'm sorry! Ye Huan was not stupid, he immediately understood what it was, and shouted when he was dumbfounded: "***, quickly take a rope to save people!" ”

As soon as the words fell, several thick ropes were thrown in front of the coyote at the same time.

"Coyote, don't panic, don't move, relax your body, grab the rope with your hands, and we'll pull you out!"

Everyone exerted their strength, but their hearts, like the body of the coyote, slowly sank with an unstoppable momentum.

In a swamp formed by sedimentation for an unknown number of years, how can a few ropes pull it out?

The strong will to survive made the coyote cling to the ropes that had been thrown over, and he climbed forward with the strength of the ropes, but his body sank deeper and deeper, and in a few breaths. Most of his body has been dragged into the black swamp mud under the fallen leaves, and only the above part of the xiong sè is still outside.

"Hold on, work hard!" Ye Huan dragged a rope desperately outward, and at the other end of the rope, the coyote also pulled out with both hands, trying to get rid of the inexplicable huge suction in the swamp mud.

However. How can the power of man be against nature?

Seeing that the coyote's body was sinking deeper and deeper, everyone couldn't stop the coyote's sinking body more and more with their desperate efforts.

Ye Huan's cheeks were bitten tightly, the green tendons on his forehead jumped uncontrollably, his eyes were full of red bloodshots, but his subordinates used their strength to feed. Desperately pulling the rope that is equivalent to the only hope for the survival of his comrades.

Tears flowed out unconsciously, Ye Huan was still unconscious, his thoughts had become blank, and there was only one thought in his mind, pull him out. Let him live!

The confrontation between man and nature. In the end, it still failed.

After a minute or two, the coyote's body was deep in the swamp, the mud reaching his shoulders, and slowly sinking at a speed visible to the flesh.

Everyone was still pulling the rope out without saying a word, but the coyote had quietly let go of his hand and looked at his tearful comrades. The coyote smiled miserably and said intermittently, "No need. Brothers, even if you break my arm, I won't be able to get out. Leave me with a whole corpse...... In the next life, at least you don't have to lose your arm and break your child. ”

"Coyote, you hold on to the rope! We'll be able to pull you out! Ye Huan cried bitterly by the swamp.

"Ye Huan, don't be stupid, I can't save it, don't ...... Isn't it just a life, old man...... The old man is still a good man after two and ten years! The coyote laughed weakly.

Knowing that it was irretrievable, Geng Zhijun cried with tears: "Coyote, my brother, if you still have any wishes, hurry up and say, brothers will definitely do it for you!" ”

There was a bit of attachment in the coyote's eyes, and he muttered, "...... at home"

Geng Zhijun said categorically: "Your mother's mother and younger brother, the army is in charge, the brothers are in charge, your wife is in charge of her in old age, and your brother is guaranteed to go to college, and he will be a person in the future!" ”

The coyote finally smiled with relief: "I don't have to worry about ......"

The mud had reached the coyote's chin, and in the last few seconds before dying, the coyote slowly looked around at his comrades, and smiled weakly: "Brothers, let's drink together again in the next life, I ...... It's on the road. ”

As soon as the words fell, the coyote's body had sunk into the swamp, and not even a single hair could be seen.

Ye Huan stared blankly at the calm black swamp, his eyes were extremely empty, he didn't know how long he stood there, and suddenly fell to his knees with a thud, crying: "It's gone, the coyote is gone!" There are no bones left! I'm ...... day."

Everyone also stood dumbfounded, tears pouring out uncontrollably, and the air around them was filled with a suffocating pang of pain and sadness.

The comrades-in-arms who were still alive a few minutes ago are now trapped in the swamp, and they can't even find their bodies, and the special fighters who have experienced life and death are still sad at the moment.

I don't know how long the sad silence passed, Geng Zhijun suddenly jumped up, punched his fists and feet at the team members without a head, and cried and scolded while beating: "You group of ***! The old man didn't give the order to camp, so you ran so quickly to be reincarnated? All of them are veterans who have been fighting for many years, and they don't have any control at all, and you have forgotten about the previous training and actual combat? ”

Sitting on the ground softly, Geng Zhijun no longer regained the majesty of the political commissar, and cried loudly: "A living life, a human life!" O our brothers! I'll never see you again, you're still a soldier of the old man! ”

“…… His mother sent her son to me, and the old man couldn't even return the ashes to others, how could the old man explain to his mother and brother, you tell me, how did the old man explain to his family......"

The tears of the crowd became more and more unstoppable, and they began to cry one after another.

"Political commissar, don't say it, in the future, we will be the son of the coyote and his wife, our own son!" With tears in their eyes, everyone solemnly swore by the swamp that had just engulfed their comrades-in-arms.

That night, everyone was still camping by the pond, but everyone did not sleep, sat quietly around the swamp, shed tears all night, and quietly spent the last night with their deceased comrades.

Ye Huan sat dumbfounded all night with his knees in his arms, staring at the swamp in front of him, thinking that it had swallowed up his comrades-in-arms who had gotten along day and night, and he couldn't help but feel a deep sadness in his heart.

The coyote's smiling face before dying repeatedly came to mind, so calm and fearless, but he could do nothing for him but watch him being swallowed by the swamp.

What meaning did life give to this group of soldiers? What kind of faith sustains them to face death calmly? The smile on his departure was as relaxed as if he had gone to a feast, what was he thinking before he died?

This night, Ye Huan thought a lot, and he seemed to understand a lot and grow a lot overnight......

At dawn, everyone packed their bags, took one last look at the swamp, and then stood in line, and at the same time saluted the swamp with a solemn military salute, and then continued to the front.

Geng Zhijun was still in tears, leaving a word on the edge of the swamp.

"Qingshan buries the bones everywhere, why should the horse leather shroud be returned."!