The plane was supposed to land in Chiang Mai and reach Kao's territory after half an hour's drive, but the dense fog locked the city and the pilotage failed, and the plane circled over the Golden Triangle for three hours, and finally landed in a small town called Mae Si Lok when the fuel was almost empty.

Located in the northwest of Chiang Rai, this town is built on the 1,300-metre-high Mae Sle Mountain, which is surrounded by clouds and mist all year round, and is like a fairyland, known as Little Switzerland.

At the foot of the hill in the town, there is an airport in disrepair, but the runway is quite smooth, and although there are no pilot lights and commands, it still lands smoothly.

What made me a little anxious was that the weather forecast said that there would be a thick fog for the next few days, and the plane would not be able to take off, and the idea of flying to the Golden Triangle was completely frustrated.

Fortunately, this place also belongs to the category of the Golden Triangle, not far from the territory of Kao, and the slowest means of transportation, that is, riding an elephant, can be reached in about a day. There are also fast ones, airplanes, and nothing else, even a bicycle. This news was told to me by a very handsome flight attendant, she has a thin voice, no Adam's apple, not a shemale, I believe her.

Still, she deceived me ruthlessly. I ran all over the town and couldn't find a single elephant, and the town's aunt, who sells hot dry noodles, told me in fluent Chinese that you can go to the temple and have a look.

The temple is on the top of the mountain, I climbed to the top of the mountain, tired like a dog, and finally saw an elderly elephant who even stood up and had to be helped by a large group of descendants.

"Afterlife! Come! Help lift it up! "An old man with a goatee pushed me and asked me to help the elephant that couldn't stand up. I'm angry, I don't want to go, this old man still beats me with a cane, fuck you, Brother Yu is here to sit on an elephant, not to help.

"It's all Chinese, help." The descendants beckoned to me, and I saw that this group of people was about to be stoned to death by elephants, so Brother Yu was kind enough to step on elephant dung and help them lift them up.

Later, I learned that the town of Mesle is a town where Chinese gather, and the town is basically full of Chinese. Zu Shang was the 93rd Division of the defeated National Army, led by General Duan, and was approved by the Thai government to live here decades ago.

Because I helped, and saw that I was Chinese, the goatee was very hospitable to take me to his bamboo building to eat tea, here is damp, all built bamboo buildings, between tea, I asked him if there is a way to go to the Golden Triangle? He readily agreed to get me an elephant, strong! I'm glad of it.

The elephants are in the town, and they are surrounded by mountains, so it is very slow to get them, and you have to wait for a morning. After eating tea, the old man took me around this foreign Chinese town. Of course, in the end, I must go to pay homage to General Duan.

This legendary general Duan would rather disobey military orders than allow his brothers to risk war, and finally escaped from the country like a coward, settled on the Maesle Mountain, and forged swords into plowshares. Both enemies and allies jokingly call him the Runaway General, but in the town of Mesle, he enjoys god-like treatment, and every descendant of a soldier worships him as a god.

The old man with the goatee is not only the mayor of the town, but also the tomb keeper of the general's tomb, and the youngest guard of the general's life. As soon as he entered the cemetery, he reverently lowered his crutches and knelt on the ground.

Seeing this, I also bowed deeply to express my respect for this general. The goatee glanced at me, was satisfied with my actions, took me into the inner hall to offer incense, sat on the futon, and told me the story of General Duan. Speaking of the rise, he also took out a gun that General Duan once carried and showed it to me.

This is a typical Zhongzheng rifle, very well maintained, with grease to prevent corrosion and rust, I thought it could still be used, but the old man told me that the people are old, the gun is also old, and there is no way to use it.

When people get old, I believe that as long as the gun is well maintained, there should be no big problem. I was curious for a while, so I helped him overhaul it, and at a glance, it really made my limited knowledge of firearms good, that is, the top of the bolt, the grease was not smeared, and it rusted after a long time.

The old man's strength is small, and precious, naturally he didn't dare to exert himself, I saw it, three times five divided by two, to pull away, scared the old man, picked up the cane and prepared to pick me. However, I clicked on the bolt of the gun, and the bullet loaded, and when I hit the bird on the branches of the mountain, he was happy with three more wrinkles.

"Good!" He touched the gun, as if he had seen his own son, and said, "It's so good! ”

The significance of this gun to the old man is self-evident. He patted me on the shoulder happily and said, "That's great! ”

I shrugged, unable to understand the old man's feelings, wasn't it just a gun?

At this moment, the old man's grandson walked in, looked at me, and stopped talking. I took the interest in studying General Duan's life monument.

The grandfather and grandson discussed for a long time, the voice was very low, I couldn't hear it, I didn't know what was boring, but then the old man seemed to be very angry and shouted: "What's wrong with the Chinese selling to the Chinese?" ”

The old man's grandson looked at me again, for fear that I would hear it, and pulled the old man out. I'm thinking about the Golden Triangle now, and naturally I don't want to interfere in other people's private affairs, I just hope that the elephant will come quickly and leave quickly.

In the general's tomb, after waiting for several hours, the old man's grandson Duan walked in with a swollen nose and a swollen face, and said, "The elephant is here." ”

I glanced at him, but I didn't see his injuries, so it's better not to ask about this kind of thing, otherwise it's a little embarrassing. He made a gesture of invitation to me, and we both went out one after the other.

When I see an elephant, I am angry! Nima! It's okay to get a little elephant, Brother Yu doesn't care, what do you mean by getting a dead one?

There was an elephant lying on the ground, with a gun hole in its head, bleeding, the elephant was not dead, its eyes were watering, staring at me, as if to let me save it, the key is that I am not a veterinarian!

"You wait a few more days!" Duan Jing said: "Wait a few days for elephants." ”

I sighed helplessly, thinking that it would be a few days to hike to the Golden Triangle, right? It's too much to wait, what if you wait a few more days and then go wrong? Duan Jing comforted me and asked me to go to the bamboo building for tea. But just then, a team of elephants walked in front of me.

That's right! Team after team of elephants, dozens of them, all strapped to their goods, were walking slowly. I looked at the elephant and then at Duan Jing, full of questions.

He scratched his head and said, "This is a delivery, I can't send you!" ”

I said, take a ride, no, don't you want to take a ride? I give money.

He shook his head very firmly, and said three or four no, really no. I was very unhappy to see him like this, and I didn't care if he could do it or not, as soon as he ran away, he was ready to jump on the elephant, I couldn't stay here for a moment, my brothers were fighting with Raychel, but I couldn't even handle an elephant, it was too wasteful, right?

But before I could jump, a gun was pointed at my head. A man leading an elephant looked at me coldly and shouted a Chinese word: Get out!

I'm angry, don't brag, just this guy's gun, I can give him a second, and unload his wrist, even if his insurance has been opened.

That's exactly what I did, but a bit of a brag, and it took more than a second. I got the gun, and I was just about to give him a fight, and no matter how bad it was, I had to scold him and fuck off.

But dozens of guns were pointed out in an instant, and they all opened the safety and were well-trained. I didn't say a word, the gun was thrown, the hand was raised, and the movements were still agile.

Duan Jing hurriedly stepped forward, blocked me, and nodded at the group. Scarface, who was snatched the gun by me just now, picked up the gun, smashed Duan Jing down with the butt of the gun, spit out a mouthful of phlegm, and led the elephant away.

Duan Jing was almost knocked unconscious, spitting bloody foam, I was full of apologies, this rifle butt should have been smashed on my head. Duan Jing got up, wiped the corners of his mouth, and said, Don't dare to be too reckless, if they weren't in a hurry, it is estimated that you would have suffered.

I frowned, not asking who they were, but I had already guessed what was inside the elephant's cloth pocket. They were well hidden, but I could see the outlines of the spears and explosives.

With so many guns and ammunition, is it going to be a war? What are these people? What is the identity of the villagers in Meisle Town, and how do they connect with this group of people?

"Brother! Grandfather... Grandpa..."A child suddenly ran over, holding his knees, gasping for breath, and said, "No. ”

He said, "Grandpa, no.

Click!

A muffled thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and then, a flash of lightning, and the rain that had been simmering for many days, finally poured down. The Golden Triangle is a rainforest climate, with a lot of rain and a lot of rain, and after a while, Duan Jing and I were drenched in the wild running.

The two of us ran into the old man's bamboo building, and at this time, the bamboo building was already crowded with people. The old man is the mayor of the town and the last veteran of the 93rd Division, and his death symbolizes the complete end of an era.

As soon as Duan Jing entered the door, he knelt on the ground and walked forward on his knees, and the old man's sons had already cried and knelt down. The old man is not dead, he has been holding on to his grandson.

A withered hand, pushing away his sons, is an old man, and he wants to see his grandson. Duan Jing's face was full of tears, and he grabbed his grandfather's hand. The old man touched his grandson's face and said, "Good, good."

I stepped forward and looked at the dying veteran with respect. He is not dying of old age, let alone disease, judging from the bruises and broken bones on his body, he was beaten like this by life. I am very puzzled, how can the old man be beaten like this with his high morality and so many sons? Could it be the person just now?

"They're gone, aren't they?" The old man asked weakly.

Duan Jing nodded with tears in his eyes.

"After I'm gone, we're going to stop this business, okay?" The old man looked at his sons and prayed a little. The sons all bowed their heads, which was considered acquiescence.

When the old man saw me, he pushed his grandson away, took my hand, and motioned for me to sit down. I didn't sit down, squatted in front of the bed, listening to the old man's last words.

"It's not that our 93rd Division doesn't dare to fight." He said for no reason, "The general just doesn't want to fight with his own people, they are all Chinese, the left hand hits the right hand, and does not let people laugh?" We haven't coaxed the Japanese devils, no one should brag to us, Chuan Wazi is a top stick! ”

I nodded, the Japanese devils failed to attack Sichuan, but the land of Sichuan and Shu did not sit idly by and watch the national disaster, sent millions of troops, and few returned, but they were worthy of the backbone of the nation.

"Chuan Wazi is not afraid of war, not afraid of ......" he said tremblingly, "the general did not run, the general ...... General ......"

Until the end of his life, he was still trying to tell me, an outsider, about the heroism of the general, and he was afraid that I, like the rest of the world, would misunderstand this soldier who carried the infamy and humiliation of a lifetime.

Once the generals have achieved success for eternity, those generals who have achieved fame and hegemony are naturally great men, but this General Duan, who is desperate to protect his brother Paoze even if he is infamous for eternity, is also a hero.

"Little Sun Sun Wei! Ask Duan Lao Hero for a gun! "The rain was pouring down, and suddenly a person roared, I was shocked, this is?

Outside the bamboo building, Sun Wei knelt on the ground, did not avoid the mud, knelt on the ground and kowtowed, and shouted: "Little Sun Wei, ask Master Duan for a gun!" ”

Behind Sun Wei were monkeys and a group of young people in their twenties, all of whom knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Sun Wei, and shouted: "Ask Old Hero Duan for a gun!" ”

I stood in front of the window, looking at them with some distraction, I really didn't expect to meet them in this way.

Duan Jing took the gun left by the old man, rushed out of the door, shot at the sky, and said angrily: "No gun!" The money will be returned to you, get out! ”

"Little Sun Sun Wei, ask Master Duan for a gun!" Sun Wei kowtowed heavily, I know his temper, he exploded very much, it must be difficult to make him kneel and kowtow.

The Duan family turned around indifferently, entered the bamboo building, and closed the door. Sun Weiwei roared and said, "Help! Help me! ”

I didn't identify myself, but asked the Duan family what was going on? They were sad and upset, but they told me.

The thing is very simple, it is nothing more than a weapons deal, which is sold by Mesler and bought by the people of the black python. But Sun Wei had already paid the money before, and it was still the full amount, and the old man was going to sell it to them, but the black python man intervened sideways, and beat the old man, and the things were robbed, and the money was not given.

The villagers of Meisle Town are no longer veterans of a hundred battles, and now they are just workers on the assembly line, and they do not have any fighting qualities.

After hearing this, I was a little annoyed, and said to Duan Jing, "Are you going to let them go like this?" ”

Duan Jing clenched his fists, of course not, but he was afraid of the Golden Triangle's revenge.

I rushed out of the bamboo building, not wanting to have too much entanglement with Duan Jing anymore. Sun Wei was still wailing bitterly in the muddy water, my eyes were already moist, and seeing these brothers again was really like a lifetime away.

I picked him up, and he looked at me, froze. Heaven and earth seemed to stand still, and a muffled thunder arose, followed by a flash of lightning, and my and his faces turned pale.

He suddenly punched me, and he almost didn't hit me in the muddy water, but fortunately, my physique was still quite tough. But this kid didn't seem to be ready to give up, and beat me up, and the beating was headless.

After playing, he laughed and said that it was not inflatable. Then he grabbed the monkey and scolded, "Grass! What did Lao Tzu say? Lao Tzu knew that he was not dead! Ha ha! ”

I rubbed my chest and looked at them. The monkey's face changed, and he sat down in the muddy water and shouted, "Oh mom! ”