Although Ivanovich was out of breath, I insisted on finishing the story before I got up after packing up what he had given me. I looked around, and now there were gunshots from time to time, except in the woods, but the gunshots were sparse and farther away, and there was a sense of getting farther and farther away.

I walked down the hill, ready to find something. I need something, such as water and food, I am not only exhausted but also hungry and thirsty, although it is not far from the border, there is still a long way to go, and I don't know if I don't have something to eat and drink.

As I walked, I looked at the bodies of the fallen lying on the ground, and after a short circle I found only half a jug of water, and no food at all. I counted the less than fifty bodies of the dead lying in the area, and I recognized five of them as Serbs we had trained, including the president and the man who had carried him all the way here. In addition to them, I recognized two from Yugovic's team. As for the rest, I'm not impressed. I walked up the hill, and on the way I picked up a rifle, and I withdrew from the magazine and looked at it, and there was still half of the bullet. I pressed back the magazine and didn't get any other weapons and ammunition. Because I don't have the strength to carry these things at the moment, looking for such a rifle is just meaning, and if I really encounter an enemy, no matter how many things I give me alone, it may not work.

I went to Ivanovich's side and took one last look, and I didn't care about the bodies of the dead. There's no way I'm going to dig a hole here and bury them, I don't have the strength or the tools. In fact, after seeing too much life and death, people will not attach so much importance to the dead, or they will become numb. Now all I want is to get out of here, return to the Serbs' sphere of influence and find others who are still alive.

I put my gun and water bottle on my back and went to the hill. I quickly found the footprints on the ground, which were supposed to be left by Milk and the old fellow. I just have to follow in their footsteps and I should be able to get back to the border. They should stop and wait to see if anyone else is coming after them after they withdraw to the border, and as long as I don't get lost and keep walking, they should be able to reach the border after dark. But in fact, I thought about it simply, the mountain trail was not easy to walk, and I overestimated my physical condition. It didn't take long for me to walk slower and slower, my breathing getting heavier and heavier, my legs getting heavier and heavier, and I looked up at the sun above me. At my rate, I don't think I'll be able to reach the border, as I expected.

So I tried to walk for a while, and when I couldn't walk anymore, I simply sat down and started to rest. I took out the kettle and took another sip of relief as I let out a long sigh of relief. I looked around, there were trees everywhere, I didn't know if I could find anything to eat, I was always hungry, and the more hungry I was, the more fucking I didn't have the strength. Just then, I suddenly heard a "click", similar to the sound of a tree branch being broken. I immediately put the kettle on my back and picked up my gun and listened carefully to the movements around me. A moment later, there was a sound from the other direction, not loud, and the two movements were not in the same direction? It's very strange, it's mostly people, and more than one person is walking around.

I slowly shrank behind the tree I was leaning against and took aim at the place where the sound was coming from. After about three minutes, there were people from my direction of eleven o'clock, then twelve, and then two o'clock. They walked carefully through the woods, judging by their weapons and clothing, these people were not Serbs or Albanians, nor were they bandits, these people were armed with NATO. The men were wearing boots, mountain camouflage, bags on hand, none of them had communication equipment, and there seemed to be night vision gear on their helmets.

What are they doing here? Look at the direction they are heading and I am the pathway? Head in the direction of the border line. If it's really towards the past there, now this time. Are they going to continue fighting, or are they going to attack at night? This battle is not over yet? I waited quietly and didn't move, and now I can't move, and if I do, I may be discovered by the other party.

I watched as the figures appeared one after the other, and they didn't move fast. This shows that they are not in a hurry to pursue, but slowly touch the past. They should also have followed the trails left by Milk. Hopefully, they won't notice Milk, and the newer one of the traces they left is mine.

As I watched the gang march, I counted their numbers, and when the last platoon appeared, there were about forty in total, which was the strength of a platoon. The man who appeared first slowly walked to a place almost twenty meters away from me, and the man stopped to look at the marks on the ground, and then looked around, and when the man stopped, his companions who were walking with him also stopped and looked around vigilantly. Look at this stance, this team is well-trained. And certainly not to chase down the remnants of the enemy who had fled into the hills, they must have a greater plan.

The man looked around and walked forward, and I was almost holding my breath until I watched the last person on the opposing line walk by, and I let out a few long sighs of relief. But I didn't dare to move, I decided to continue to wait here. One, it is to wait for them to go far, and they are not walking fast. Two, the one who walked in front must have seen something, but he wasn't sure so he kept walking, and I was afraid that they would ambush or kill someone after they didn't go far away. Well, once people are afraid, all kinds of pessimistic thoughts will emerge one after another, but it should not be wrong to wait here. But another question immediately came to my mind, and Milk and the old fellow probably didn't expect anyone to enter Serbia after them, as I guess I did. After the defeated soldiers ran back to Serbia, one can imagine what kind of virtue they were, and the stretched string was estimated to be loosened into a roll of cotton thread. In this case, if there is a surprise attack, and the posture is likely to be an attack in the night, the effect ...

I had to inform them that it would be best if they could send someone on the border to look for the people who had withdrawn from behind, so that there might be a chance to find them.

I stayed where I was, and after about half an hour I got up and cautiously continued walking. This time, instead of continuing to follow Milk's tracks, I followed the back of this NATO team, and there will definitely be someone I am looking for in the direction of this group, and it is not wrong to follow them.

As I walked, I looked at the sky, and I immediately remembered that I was still facing a problem. That is, time passed minute by minute, and the sky slowly darkened. I'm not like the NATO guys, who are well prepared and equipped, and maybe supported by intelligence and aerial reconnaissance. I don't even have the most basic food or drink now, and if it gets dark I'll probably lose it, and maybe I'll have to listen to the gunshots from a distance when they do.

Thinking of this I sped up my feet, and I had to risk getting as close to them as I could and biting them. As long as I don't lose their whereabouts, and keep moving in line with them, I always have a way of notifying them of the people they are going to attack before they do it. So I took out the kettle and poured the last of the water down, then hung the kettle on a fork beside the tree, put my gun on my back, and followed the newer traces of the road.

I gritted my teeth and walked like this for about an hour, and I couldn't hold on. His legs became stiffer and harder, and the broken gun he was carrying on his back was getting heavier and heavier. I had to stop again to rest, it was already evening, and the NATO team should be getting farther and farther away from me, and if I couldn't keep up before nightfall, I would have to find a safe place to stay, or I would probably lose my way here and get lost in the woods.

I ended my short break and prepared to start my journey again. And just as I had taken two steps, there was a movement above the hillside in front of me, and I looked up and saw a figure on the hillside.