I staggered after the old fellow. I now find that having a snake like the old guy to lead the way is actually a very worry-free thing, otherwise I would definitely not be walking so relaxed in such a place, I don't even need to identify the direction now, and the work of vigilance is left to the old guy alone.

We walked slowly and leisurely into the early hours of the morning, and when the sky began to light up, I looked at the old guy walking in front of me and whispered, "Uncle, I think Kostic should hand over the team to you to lead instead of letting you only bring a dozen or so people." ”

The old guy laughed when he heard me say this, and after looking around, he said softly, "Impossible." If I were in command, I wouldn't have participated in many battles. ”

"Why? So what kind of battles do you participate in? I asked.

The old guy shook his head, "Meaningful." Now a lot of people, especially a lot of people in our organization, are fighting for the sake of fighting. Inter-ethnic hatred has made them forget the fundamental meaning of war. What do we get out of this kind of fighting? I'm talking about us, what do we ordinary people get? What else is there but to make yourself precarious and let your family remind you of the loss of your loved ones? He looked at me, "You can at least get a good reward for doing your hard work." What about us? Now that the country is in tatters, the hatred between them has reached the point where it is irreconcilable, and now with the intervention of NATO, a small country like ours cannot confront them, and it is inevitable that they will fail and then be divided into several smaller countries. It's actually better for everyone to accept the reality safely, at least so that everyone can live a stable life. ”

"Can you swallow that, then? Just so willingly tearing the country apart? I asked.

The old guy stopped, looked back at me, and let out a long sigh, "Then do you think there is hope for us to continue to fight now?" Who can we beat? Who can help us? I'm talking about help with sending troops, weapons and staff, intelligence. Who's coming? Russians? Maybe in the future they will tear their faces with NATO, but not now. Otherwise, I wouldn't have sent only you people. We don't have the strength to defeat the Croats and then drive the Albanians away. What's more, they don't want to conquer us, and now all they want is to have a land of their own and live there safely and peacefully. Every day, when I open the door, I see smiling neighbors and children, instead of seeing the heavily armed military police in the streets, and hearing the sound of gunfire and shouts. ”

The old guy's words left me speechless, their situation is no longer as simple as resisting foreign invasions. I whispered, "What kind of battle will you participate in?" ”

The old guy turned around and continued to move forward, "I don't want to fight the civil war. Killing comes and goes, and in the end it is ourselves who are the scourge. If you really want to fight, you will fight those gangs who do evil, as well as the NATO bastards. ”

I looked at him and said, "Ivanovich said the same before he died. He hated civil wars, and he seemed to be comforted by the fact that he had died in the battle with the NATO guys. But when you say bandits, haven't you been gangsters before? ”

The old guy nodded, "Ivanovich is not bad. As for the gangs, there is a difference. Smuggling some guns and ammunition and occupying a certain industry in an area is nothing, but some do everything, trafficking in human beings, organs, and indiscriminately killing innocents have no bottom line at all. Shouldn't these gangs be killed? ”

"Does the count I fought that day count?" I asked.

The old guy didn't answer me, but suddenly raised his hand and motioned for me to stop, "It smells of blood." You wait for me here, I'll take a look ahead, pay attention to the movement around me, and be careful myself. ”

I nodded, "Don't worry." ”

The old guy quickly ran forward, I crouched in place and looked around, the sky was already bright, I smelled the forest carefully, I can only say that there is only a slight so-called bloody smell, this may be because the old guy said this caused my psychological effect. To me, it smells of earth and rotting plants.

After about ten minutes, the old guy came back quickly. When he saw me, he crouched down in front of me, picked up the kettle and took a sip of water, and then said, "There are several corpses in front of me, I think they were shot yesterday afternoon." ”

"Shot?" I asked, curiously, "You mean they were executed?" ”

The old guy put the kettle back in his bag, "Just follow me over and see." I've seen that there's no one else around, but it's likely that someone isn't very far away from us, so we're both going to have to be extra careful. ”

I followed the old fellow for a short time to the corpses. The old fellow pointed at them and motioned for me to see for myself. I went over to the bodies and looked at them, there were five bodies, three of them were supposed to be Albanians and the other two were Serbs, judging by the clothing. All five of them had a lot of scars on their bodies, and the fatal injuries were all on the front, on the chest.

No wonder the old guy said that he was shot, these five people definitely didn't encounter each other and then kill each other. Looking at where they were lying, it could be seen that they must have stood in a line, and then someone shot at them. These five men are supposed to have been caught, gathered here, and executed. And the only people who can do such things are the people of NATO, who have put us in the pot.

"Shouldn't we join forces with the Albanians to get rid of the NATO people first?" I spoke.

The old guy sneered when he heard me say this, and said, "If we can unite, it won't be like this." NATO can do this because it sees that the two sides cannot unite to retaliate against them, so they have so much fear. Moreover, most of the people who do this are mercenaries. If something really happens, it becomes a scandal, don't admit it, or push it on the mercenary. Anyway, the person who did this was not in the regular army in the first place, and no matter how much you checked, you can't find out which country's head. ”

I nodded, looked at the bodies of the three Albanians on the ground, and then reached out and began to pick up the corpse of one of them.

"What are you doing?" The old guy asked.

I pointed to the armband of my clothes, "We're going to go around the territory of the Albanians, isn't it safe to wear their clothes?" ”

The old guy looked at me, "Aren't you afraid of meeting your own people and being killed by your own people?" ”

I continued to pick up my clothes and said, "Do you think it's more likely that you've met us?" However, there are blood stains on this garment and there are damage in the vital places, which is easy to wear. ”

"It doesn't matter. Who cares if you have blood on your body at this time? But you'd better get a hat to wear. You look very different from the Albanians. The old fellow said, pointing to the other one, and said, "I want that one." ”

I quickly stripped off two pieces of clothing, quickly changed into them, and put our own camouflage into my backpack. After looking at the corpse and seeing that there was nothing we could use and that there was no situation around, we continued on our way.

After dawn we descended the mountain and entered a forest. The old man said that our original road into Kosovo was already on our north side, which means that we are now deeper into Kosovo than before. He also told me that if we left the woods and continued in this direction, we would approach the location where Ivanovich and Petkovich planned to ambush the enemy, but were actually ambushed by the enemy. He asked me if I wanted to go there and have a look.

I immediately shook my head, and although I knew that the old guy was probably making fun of me, I still firmly refused to ask to go back as soon as possible. The old fellow smiled at me saying this, and just as he was about to speak, there was a burst of gunfire in front of us.

The old guy immediately put away his smiling face, looked at me after quickly identifying the direction, and said, "Do you want to take a look?" ”

I looked at the old guy, "This shot is about three or four hundred meters away from us." Will there still be any of us here? ”

The old guy nodded, "Possibly." After all, it's not far from where those two guys were ambushed. ”

"Let's go over and have a look." I said.

The old guy looked at me, "What's the use of looking?" Will they still be able to be rescued? ”

I looked at the old guy, "Didn't you keep saying to take the lads home?" Don't you need to bring it now? Whether it can be saved or not will be known until we see. ”