The rainy season mentioned by the machete has finally come, and marching in a raincoat in the rain not only does not come through the coolness, but feels stuffy all over. The jungle was damp everywhere, the rain-soaked clothes smelled rancid, the faces of the routers were stained with ash, and the hair of a few long-haired routers had been felt-cling. The rainy season not only consumes the physical strength of the rout, but it is also becoming more and more difficult to find food in the rainforest, and the dried meat that Zhao Zhi and his usual storage are soaked in the rain and deteriorated.

In this world of mountains and trees, every step is difficult. Zhao Zhi has lost count of how many mountains he has climbed, how many dense and dark jungles he has traversed, and how many ravines he has crossed because of the rain. At the beginning, everyone could still walk in the rain with the raincoats on their bodies, but after the physical strength dropped sharply, everyone could only hide in the raincoat shed on the triangular fork frame to avoid the rain. However, the rain in the jungle often lasted for three or two days at a time, and everyone had to rely on cooking some wild vegetables and mushrooms to survive.

Although there is no restraint of orders, in this vast and boundless mountains and jungles, the defeated soldiers dare not fall behind, because falling behind means that you are not far from death. Everyone followed the Burmese guide in the jungle like this, walking groggily, and Zhao Zhi had long since figured out whether he was marching or fleeing.

The rain doesn't fall all the time, and occasionally there is the sun in the jungle, but when the sun hits people, it feels hot and uncomfortable. As the rain stops and the sun shines, the temperature in the jungle rises, but the hot and humid climate provides the best conditions for the breeding of poisonous insects. In low-lying muddy water or damp places, there are swarms of locusts, up to five or six inches long, that will crawl up your body and burrow into your flesh and flesh while you are stepping into the muddy water. If a locust gets into your heart or crotch, and you don't notice it in time, then all that awaits you is pain and death.

There are other things in the jungle that can kill people: inch-long mosquitoes, ants that can gnaw people into white bones, poisonous snakes, centipedes, scorpions, and so on. These poisonous insects, which have been breeding in the jungle for a long time and have been fending for generations to fend for generations, are the worst enemies of the routers. Once the Routers set foot in their territory, they will come at you day and night, sucking their flesh and leaving them with germs. The defeated soldiers, who did not have medicine, were choked by the germs left by the poisonous insects due to the long-term lack of nutrition. So edema, relapsing fever, malaria, and tetanus have been accompanying the routs, and every morning there will be several, if not dozens, of them that will never get up again.

The officers and soldiers who were ordered to retreat into the jungle wore tattered military uniforms that were half dry and half wet, and ate rancid food, even wild vegetables and plantain roots, but they never frowned. Every day, they stumble and crawl on the non-slippery and steep animal paths, and they do nothing but to keep their useful bodies and regroup before they come to counterattack Burma. However, after the shortage of food, the rainy season was encountered, and the physical constitution of the officers and soldiers had been tortured and had no resistance to disease. Under the attack of poisonous insects and diseases, the sick and dead bodies abound under the big trees, in the shacks, and on the roadside in the jungle, which is horrific and shocking.

Under the attack of poisonous insects and diseases, Zhao Zhi and the others were also hit hard, the Burmese guide had already stumbled and fallen off the cliff yesterday, and Zhao Zhi and the others could only march along the bones of the expeditionary force now. The bones of the expeditionary force in the jungle were Zhao Zhi's best signpost, because the Burmese guide led the same road as the corpse fell. As more and more corpses appeared, Goat judged that they belonged to the 22nd Division, as he recognized at least five officers he knew.

Zhao Zhi and the others walked and stopped along the path they stepped out of front every day, and they didn't know how many dead bodies they saw along the way, many of whom were acquaintances. Occasionally, wounded soldiers were seen, either sitting in trees or lying on the side of the road, with a slight but chilling misery from their mouths. Zhao Zhi, how can they have the ability to save them, there is no other way than to repay the tears full of sympathy.

The invasion of people by the disease is not discriminate, it will not let you go just because you are an officer, and whoever has no resistance or low resistance will take the opportunity to invade your body. Zhao Zhi, who had always been well cared for by machetes and goats, also fell ill, because he always gave his share of food to the young dog and Edward. Zhao Zhi is now sallow, his whole body is weak, and there is no anger in his body, but he still marches by himself every day with a wooden stick.

There are more and more sick people in the team, and the speed of travel has dropped from dozens of miles a day to a few miles a day. It hadn't rained for two days, and the team marched to a large pond formed by rain, and Zhao Zhi ordered the team to rest here for two days while there was sunshine, so as to find some food.

According to the local method taught by Lang Zhong, the old cannon crushed the only half of the cigarette and fed Zhao Zhi with boiling water to drink. After a sleepy night, Zhao Zhicai subsided his fever and his face improved. Early in the morning, machetes and goats set out with a dozen soldiers who were still in good physical strength, and they were going to expand the search for food today. There was a big stone by the pond, and the old cannon put Zhao Zhi on the stone to rest, and he and Edward were going to wash clothes in the pond. Days of rainy weather have made the uniforms full of rancid, which will attract more poisonous insects to attack.

Cao Benchuan was also carried over by two soldiers, and Zhao Zhi, who was lying on the big stone, looked sideways and was suddenly startled. Cao Benchuan, who was still full of energy and eyes in the pingchang, was starless at the moment, his breathing was uneven, and his teeth were rattling.

"I'm swinging" Cao Benchuan saw Zhao Zhi's inquiring eyes and hurriedly explained.

Zhao Zhi gasped, thinking that if he had this disease, without special drugs such as quinine or cinchona, it would basically be a dead end. What's more, now that he is in the jungle, Cao Benchuan seems to be unable to escape death.

The two soldiers put down Cao Benchuan and went to wash clothes by the pond, Zhao Zhi and Cao Benchuan were lying on the stone and leaning on the stone, basking in the sun, and neither of them spoke first.

The sun shone warmly on Zhao Zhi's body, but Zhao Zhi tilted his head to look at Cao Benchuan's closed eyes, and his body was cold for no reason. Zhao Zhi, who didn't know how to comfort him, said hesitantly, "I can only sympathize with you, we don't have medicine, there is no way" Cao Benchuan, who was leaning on the stone, tried his best to endure the pain caused by the illness, and waved his hand weakly, "It has nothing to do with you, in fact, I feel very guilty about you." When I was in Pingchang, I knew that the map Yu Shinan gave you was problematic, but I didn't warn you. Perhaps, my illness is the punishment. ”

Cao Benchuan's voice paused, and it was much lower, "Zhao Zhi, I only ask you for one thing, take my brothers out, and bring as much as you can, I beg you." ”

Zhao Zhi looked at this guy with a sallow face and sunken eye sockets, so he had no choice but to nod, "Okay, I promise you, I will do my best"

A smile appeared on Cao Benchuan's thin face, and his voice suddenly amplified a lot, "It's a pity that I can't see the moment of victory, the little devil of the dog day, let's continue to fight when we get to the underworld" Before Zhao Zhi could react, Cao Benchuan fell headlong, and the ** in his mouth went from big to small, and gradually lost his voice. By the time Zhao Zhi struggled to tumble down the stone, Cao Benchuan's body had already cooled and had already lost his vitality.

Zhao Zhi dragged his tears and watched as the old cannon dragged Cao Benchuan's body into a low lying. Everyone's physical strength was consumed too quickly, and there was no extra energy to dig a pit and bury the corpse, at most to cover the corpse with some thatch, branches, and other things. Zhao Zhi looked at everything, extremely depressed, and wondered if he would be the same if he died in the jungle. Zhao Zhi, who was placed on the big stone by the old cannon again, suddenly became impatient, for some reason, just inexplicably irritable. Looking up at the sky, Zhao Zhi thought about Yuan Qingqing, thought about Uncle Guo, and thought about the dogs, Zhao Zhi just thought about it and fell asleep on the big stone.