The second hour of the trip is more complicated. The climate is suffocating, and beyond the vine-entangled landscape, the primeval jungle takes on another form. The tall acacia tree, the red sandalwood, the fragrant wood, the big-leaved camphor, the hemp chestnut tree, and the pine and fir trees that Pan Jiang did not know the name of the tree stood upright, and there were few vines, except for the towering roots and the weeds half a foot deep, there were almost no obstacles, so that they easily walked more than two hundred meters away, and the tendons of the whole team that had been stretched to the limit suddenly relaxed.

The jungle in front of them was abused by the gods of nature for some reason, and many centuries-old dead trees fell to the ground, like the gods cutting them down with a huge axe of rage, killing only the corpses of the old forest. Or maybe the gods will hunt down the vicious forest demons, and there will be a vicious fight here. New trees sprouted from under the rotten trees, and the rotten leaves of the fermented branches exuded a foul miasma.

The rotten trees were covered with soft aquatic plants, and the shallow puddles were bubbling with swamps, and the blazing sunlight boiled them with a gurgling sound. They stepped on more than 30 meters of swampland, and they were already sweating all over their bodies and their legs were muddy. They entered the dense forest again where they had to open the way with machetes. Each of them exuded the stench of sweat and sludge, and the unbearable heat was so unbearable that they couldn't tear off a layer of skin from their bodies. However, Zhao Feng ordered everyone in an authoritative tone not to loosen the cuffs, necklines, and trouser legs, because there were leeches in the sewage, locusts on the leaves, and poisonous insects in the grass. …… He advised the brothers to be patient and persevere for two hours, so that when they reached the forest stream, they could take a bath. This is a great blessing, otherwise the soldiers would feel that their flesh would rot in this moldy uniform.

At this time, I didn't see the haze in the sky, but I heard a faint thunder in the sky. If there is another storm tonight, they will be unbearable. Zhao Feng asserted that there would be no rain tonight.

It's a damp forest again, which is daunting. A wide variety of venomous snakes swim in the grass beneath their feet. Again, they took turns to cut down, and each of them was in a mess. The jungle is getting denser and denser, determined to fight them to the end. Pan Jiang couldn't remember which official had said, "The officers and soldiers of the Angel Nation are not just fighting against the barbarians of Lingnan Guidi and the Western Plains, but against history and nature." Pan Jiang admits that he has a point. This kind of place is purgatory, not a battlefield!

In just a few hours, the Rangers had been tormented by the jungle and deformed, like desperate prisoners. If Pan Jiang had experienced the dangers of this jungle, would his speech still be so impassioned and meaningless? However, after all, the Einsatzgruppen left a brave footprint in this unexplored jungle. A kind of conqueror's pride arises.

At this time, Pan Jiang heard Rand shout. He went to the grass to relieve himself, his buttocks were bitten by a poisonous insect, he jumped up in surprise, there was a cobweb on his back, a black spider got into his pants, he reached in and crushed it, the strange smell of a viscous slurry made him dizzy, no one cared at first, and even laughed at him for being frightened like a girl, he cried and mourned, and always said that there was a burning heat spreading all over his body.

Zeng Liang, a thin hygienist, looked at the red and swollen wound and was helpless, so he just smeared some disinfectant on him. He concluded that it was not a poisonous snake bite, and he did not know whether to let him be bled or not. However, the disinfectant could not stop the spread of redness and swelling around the wound, and yellow water began to flow from the center of the wound. The hygienist also applied disinfectant ointment such as cooling oil to him. Rand snorted loudly, saying that there was fire burning in his mouth and nostrils.

The hygienist broke the limit on drinking water and poured half a pot of water into him, and Rand began to tremble all over. His teeth chattered as if he had been iced. …… The mouth is wide open, and the xiong chest rises and falls. Then he had convulsions all over his body. ……

The Einsatzgruppen still cut and advanced, hoping to reach the creek a minute earlier to wash his heart, no one had time to take care of the rand, just left it to the hygienist to take care of, and when the troops marched, they had to tie a makeshift stretcher to carry him, and walking in the jungle with a weight of 90 kilograms and a weapon backpack of 40 kilograms, it was undoubtedly a heavy burden. If a few more sick people appear, their mission will be ruined.

"All rescue must be rushed to the forest stream." It was nearly 3 p.m., and the brook in the forest was not far away. But why is there no trace of the creek? Is there a deviation in the direction? Odd!

The idea is not trivial, what if the direction is wrong? Then he had to camp in this evil jungle, and a burst of fear grabbed Pan Jiang's heart. However, Pan Jiang could not tell the brothers, and Pan Jiang took out a map and compass to check the direction of the drive, but could not find the coordinates where he was standing. The jungle covered the sky, and Pan Jiang could not observe where Qilin Mountain was.

Felling is becoming more and more experienced, but a single walkway is opened to no longer chop and chop, and sometimes, they can cross or crawl through gaps, with as little use of knives and axes as possible. However, every time he took a step forward, Pan Jiang had more doubts, and Pan Jiang had a premonition that he had taken the wrong path.

Rand groaned in a coma, his mouth constantly calling out a woman's name, and Pan Jiang thought it was either his mother or his fiancée.

His whole body was already purple spots, and his neck was stiff. Pan Jiang touched his arm, and his hand was hot like coals, and the stretcher could not walk in the jungle, so the brothers had to take turns carrying it. With a weight of 90 kilograms and a hot body temperature, it was intimidating to all soldiers. The emaciated soldier couldn't carry him at all. ……

Pan Jiang was very strange, but Zhao Feng, who had rich experience in jungle warfare, did not ask questions, and urged the soldiers to move forward, until a rocky beach of eighty square meters appeared in front of him.

Zhao Feng pulled Pan Jiang aside and whispered:

"Team Pan! I dare say we're going in the wrong direction! ”

"I'm suspicious, too, but we're following the direction of the compass!"

"This is not a plain, and we have already made a few turns in order to find a good route for logging."

"You mean to camp on this rubble?"

"Yes. If you go down this wrong path, you will be in trouble when it gets dark, and the brothers will be exhausted and dehydrated. ”

"I can't take a clean water bath!"

"......" Zhao Feng didn't say anything, and nodded silently.

Seeing that everyone was exhausted, Pan Jiang had to announce that he would camp on the pile of rocks.

Although everyone couldn't take a shower, they finally breathed a sigh of relief. The road to heaven is endless, this is the Noah's Ark given to them by God in the green ocean.

Although the rocks were blazing hot in the slanting light of the setting sun, the brethren preferred to be bare. Body. Dew. Their bodies were exposed to the sun, and after a day and a night of rain forest fog, even their stomachs and bone marrow were rotted by the damp air. They lay on the gray rocks as if they were sunbathing, and the musty smell emanated from the pores of their bodies.

The hygienist gave each person a bottle of potion for rotten crotch and rotten feet. Because of the unbearable itching, many people have scratched their skin, smeared it with potion, and screamed as if they were burned by fire,...... groaned happily.

There are no nasty gnats here, and there don't seem to be any gnats. Perhaps they couldn't stand the relentless steaming of the blazing sun, and only harmless grasshoppers popped out of the cracks in the rocks and happily jumped into the deep grass.

……

The sun had sunk above the jungle. There was a cool evening breeze blowing on the pile of rocks. After dinner, the brothers lay lazily on the smooth rocks. Only Zeng Liang, the hygienist, was looking after Rand.

Rand, who was unconscious, suddenly woke up, and kept calling out his mouth, but no one knew what he was talking about. Maybe it's asking for water. The hygienist poured him with a kettle, but his teeth were clenched, his purple lumps began to erode, and black blood flowed, his eyes widened, but he did not know his comrades, he was like a barbecue in an oven, his eyes showed a look of fear, as if he saw some monster attacking him, his whole body seemed to tremble on the torture table, his body suddenly bowed, and then collapsed, like a live fish jumping in a boiling oil pot. ……

"Terrible! It's horrible! Sun Jie, the leader of the group, seemed to want to hold down his body, but in the end he didn't dare to reach out.

"I don't know what poisonous insect bit him,......" Zeng Liang, the hygienist, muttered in a low voice. There is no salvation at all, even in the Qinzhou Hospital, he will not survive, poor Rand,...... Hurry up and go, don't be guilty! ”

Rand really began to have tonic spasms, his whole body trembled violently, like a dead leaf in the wind, blood foamed on the corners of his mouth, his eyes suddenly widened, and finally he sat up vigorously, stretched out his hands as if to greet something, and shouted, "Zhong Ling!" He suddenly fell sideways, and died of exhaustion!

What a terrible death this is, who is "Zhong Ling"? Is it his fiancée? ……

The sun had set over the treetops, but the sky was surprisingly clear.

Pan Jiang personally looked for a cemetery for Rand and walked east along the pile of rubble, Pan Jiang thought that after Rand died, he would also head to his hometown. The pile of rubble is in fact a forest plateau, about three meters higher than the surrounding depression, and Pan Jiang does not know how to explain its formation from a geological point of view. After choosing the direction of the rock crevice, Pan Jiang ordered the soldiers to carry Rand to the rock crevice for burial. Fill the crevices of the rocks with rubble so that the rain does not wash the carcass out or the beasts drag the carcass away. …… But Pan Jiang knew that it would soon rot, and then only a pair of white bones remained.

Originally, there were 32 members of the Einsatzgruppen, but now there are only 31 left. All 31 of them took off their helmets and stood silently in front of the "tomb" to bid him farewell. In order not to expose the target, no shots were fired in mourning.

Rant, this She warrior, with his singing voice, has been left in the primeval forest of Lingnan Guidi, and I hope his soul will return to his homeland.

Rand's death has relieved the whole team, but it has also cast a shadow on people's hearts, who doesn't think about their future? The dead have long been left behind. Where do the living go? Who knows what will happen tomorrow or even the next hour?

It was a starry night, and the brothers slept on their marching beds, enjoying the coolness of the first night. The darkness and damp night air closed in from the surrounding jungle to the pile of rubble, and the brothers put on their raincoats. After a day of extreme nervousness and exhaustion, some of the soldiers had fallen asleep and went to sleep. How bizarre it would be if their dreams could manifest.

Zhao Feng was energetic after all, Pan Jiang saw him quietly getting up and carrying a gun in his hand, listening to the movement in the distance, Pan Jiang had a little respect for him.

At this time, the night air was even darker and more solemn, and the crystal stars twinkled in the vast gray sky, like the tearful eyes of their relatives in their hometown, the birds in the jungle howled, and the night birds flapped their soft wings and skimmed over the top of the rubble. Pan Jiang's thoughts flew far away, and his heart was full of sadness.

At this time, Pan Jiang heard Zhao Feng and Sun Jie talking in a low voice, and then Zhao Feng went to sleep, but Sun Jie sat on his backpack, holding his arms and facing the black and oppressive forest. The beasts of the woods roared fiercely.

Now, Pan Jiang is lying on the pile of rocks, recalling the ancient folk song of "Little River Flowing Water", he actually burst into tears, Pan Jiang is very shocked, this is by no means the feelings of an iron-blooded soldier, Pan Jiang doesn't know who his tears are flowing for. Maybe it's for the rand? If he doesn't die, he'll sing a lot for them tonight. He is a warrior and a singer, and just the song "Little River Flowing Water" grabbed Pan Jiang's heart. Far away, affectionate, sad, and emotionally indifferent people can't sing so movingly! Maybe he vented his love for his fiancée Zhong Ling deep in his heart through this song, and even he had expected that they would not be able to meet. Sure enough, he stayed in this pile of rocks and never saw his Zhong Ling.

Pan Jiang wiped away his tears, the stars twinkled on the dark blue sky, and in such an environment that could purify his soul, Pan Jiang had a sense of confusion about life.

The wind was blowing, and the trees around them rustled as if they were frightened. The sound of the waves was surging, like an elegy, the night breeze was cool, and Pan Jiang sat up in a daze with a cold sneer. The dark blue constellations were already tilted, Pan Jiang pulled up his raincoat again and fell asleep, only to feel the thatch in the stone crevices trembling loudly in the night wind. In the endless reverie, Pan Jiang gradually entered the dream realm......