Liang Guocheng was captured in a prisoner of war camp on the seventh day, and the two sides signed an armistice agreement. On the part of the coalition forces, in order not to cause a commotion, the news was not immediately conveyed to the prisoner of war camps. The prisoners were still forced by the guards to toil during the day and eat meals mixed with coarse bran and sand at night. Although they organized a struggle, they also fought for a little basic right to be a human being. Because he didn't know that there was an armistice, he thought that he had escaped from the prisoner of war camp by luck, and he was most worried about being a prisoner of war for the second time when he met the enemy.

It's been two days and haven't eaten anything except a little rain-soaked canned meat yesterday. He was hungry and his adrenal glands were dropping. Persistent fever, bursts of tingling on the body. Originally, the weather was not cold, and the sun was still a little hot at noon, so he had to wear a few US military uniforms to wear on his body, making him look like a wounded Korean soldier.

He doesn't have to climb now, and the broken trees and branches on the mountain are easy to find. He had a Y-shaped branch that could fit under his arm, and he found a short hand, which was equivalent to two more legs, and although he was covered in sore sweat with every step, he was much stronger than crawling.

In front of him, he found that it looked like an enemy barracks, and the sensitivity of the scouts made him alert, and he quickly found a favorable terrain to hide himself. The camp camped on the hill is estimated to be a regiment-level unit camp, with two layers of barbed wire on the perimeter and a defensive position on the inside. Further inside are the common bungalows and class canvas tents of the Coalition forces.

Directly south is the gate, and there is a wooden watchtower on each side. To his surprise, there were no sentinels in the watchtower, and there seemed to be no one in the defensive position. He chose a commanding height, and it was very difficult to lie up, but he still felt that there was no one. There are no telescopes now, and the location is far away, so I can't be completely sure. If it is certain that no one will explain anything, is it a trap set by the enemy for the volunteers? The duty made his spirit highly nervous, and he had to figure out what was going on inside, and for the sake of the lives of thousands of volunteer soldiers, he was willing to take prisoners of war again if necessary.

But the best way to get to the bottom of the situation is to dive in front of you, and it's better to get inside. He dragged a wounded leg and two wounds on his back and had just escaped from a prisoner of war camp. He should not be held to blame for the hostility, and it is entirely possible that he would have avoided the enemy camp by another route. The responsibility of an old scout prompted him to take the risk!

When every soldier reaches the state of imminent battle, his nerves will be highly tense, and his heartbeat will increase; His muscles tensed, forgetting about the carbuncle and hunger for a while, and his brain immediately went into the state of a scout, and not a wounded man who had just escaped from the prisoners of war. He dodged and dodged, sometimes standing and sometimes lying down. According to the necessary qualities of a wartime scout, he was soaked with sweat in front of the barbed wire, and although the gunshot wounds on his body made him slower than usual, he still did the necessary self-defense maneuvers of a scout.

He carefully inspected the enemy camp, and there was no sign of any inhabitation. Without pliers to cut the barbed wire, you can't get inside. He walked along the barbed wire fence and found an artificial drainage ditch leading out of the enemy's camp, a project he had seen before, which the enemy had done to prevent flash floods according to the terrain. Because it is artificial, the soil here is relatively soft.

He dug a ditch with his hands and carefully climbed over it. Under normal circumstances, as soon as you enter the barbed wire, there should be an enemy sentry. More than two years of scouting, often going deep into enemy positions, gave him an idea of the arrangement of enemy positions and sentries. He chose favorable terrain, dodged the position of the enemy's sentry, and groped deep into the enemy's position.

The more I walked in, the more I felt the silence, the death-like lifelessness, the feeling of panic as if in the grave. He slowly approached a row of simple rooms, his ears clinging to the walls of the simple rooms, and there was no movement of people inside. He went around to the front of the house, which was the widest road in the enemy barracks, and there was not a single figure.

He was a little bolder, and he stood up with crutches, and looked through the crack in the window, and it was black and dead, and a musty smell came to his nose. He walked to the door, stood in the doorway and listened, made sure that there was no one inside, opened the door and collapsed inside. The windows of the soldiers' quarters made of simple houses are high and small, and the light inside is dim.

I suddenly entered a dim room in the sunlight, and suddenly I didn't feel comfortable, and it was dark in front of me. He stood in the doorway for a moment, his eyes gradually getting used to it. There was a mess in the room, with garbage thrown everywhere, and the stench of human or animal feces. He leaned on the small window to observe the outside for the first time, and the closer he looked, the more he could observe whether there was anyone or not.

I saw that all the doors and windows were fluctuating with the wind, and there were occasional hares, rats, and small animals passing through the ground. He could now be sure that it was an abandoned enemy barracks, but he couldn't figure out why. The hostility in my heart was lifted, and when I relaxed my nerves, I immediately felt unbearable hunger, and the wounds on my body were painful.

He wanted to find the kitchen to see if he could find something to eat, and if the camp had been abandoned for a long time, he might have gone bad if he did. But now looking for food in the kitchen is his only hope of survival, if he doesn't eat anymore, he can't bear the pain of the wound, and he may not survive tomorrow night.

A simple room in front is marked with a big red cross, and you may be able to find the rest of the medicine inside, but now you can't care about looking for medicine, first make sure that you can eat alive and then consider finding medicine. Now that the hospital has been found, the wounded and the doctors and nursing students have to eat, and the kitchen must not be far away for convenience.

When a desperate person sees hope, he can instantly increase his strength by tens or hundreds of times. He shook himself up and walked briskly in the direction of the hospital. Finally found a greasy canvas tent not far behind the hospital.

He opened the curtain and walked in, the first thing that entered in front of him was the rats, a group of people were playing and playing, this thing was not afraid of people, and a big living person only stopped for a moment, and then continued to play. He used a crutch to drive away the rats, and it turned out that there was a pile of empty canned food boxes underground, and the rats were fighting over the leftovers in the canned boxes.

He chased away the rats, thinking that if there were any unopened ones, he endured the pain and rummaged through them one by one, but he didn't find any unopened ones. He rummaged through the whole recipe, and only had some food on the stove, but it had grown green mold and even the rats would not eat it. Disappointed, he walked to the door and sat down on the ground, without a spiritual support, and he felt that he no longer had the strength to stand up.

He looked at the empty barracks in despair, and if he could not find anything to eat, he would no longer have the strength to go forward, and this was where he was buried. Squeak, squeak, no one in the kitchen, and it's a haven for rats again. He noticed that these mice were not house mice, but gray, which were larger than house mice, and their fur was gray and yellow, which is a common vole in the field. When I was a child, I saw that in the winter season after the autumn harvest, the poor people did not have enough food to eat, so they dug vole holes in the field to dig out the grain in it to eat. He suddenly felt that this food should be edible, it may have a lot of bacteria on it, and if it is cooked with fire, it can be sterilized.

The thought of eating rat meat churned in my stomach, but fortunately there was nothing in my stomach and I didn't vomit it, in order to survive, the only hope that I could survive here. Now the question is how to catch it, and he smashed the crutch over. The cunning rat dodged and ran away. He had to think of a way to hit with one hit, throwing a crutch and smashing it was equivalent to dispersing, and if the rats didn't dare to come several times in a row, even the last hope would be dashed.

He untied the sleeping bag from his back, pulled out a pair of trouser trousers from it, tied the legs of the trousers, tied the cuffs of the trousers with a rope and strung one end to the wire, and the waist of the trousers was propped open with a stick, and found a few canned food boxes with a bit of meat scrap and put them in, he leaned on the stove and dragged the rope at the other end to wait for the rats to get in. After a while, the rats came again, at first it was one, the probe probed brain seemed to probe the news, and when it was finished, it squeaked, squeaked, and the other rats came in twos and threes.

The cunning rat was on a pile of empty cans, bouncing and chasing each other, just not burrowing into his pants. He stood motionless on the stove for fear of scaring them away. Looking at this fluffy, pointy, thin-clawed thing to make lunch, to hold it in his hand and eat its flesh, he was disgusted and disgusted several times in a row.

Finally a mouse ran up to the waistband of his trousers, looked in like a thief, but ran away again. After a while, he ran back and stood at the waistband of his pants for a while, as if he felt safe, and got in. Before he could react, he ran out again, stood at the cuff of his pants as if to greet his companion, and then got in again.

Liang Guocheng finally breathed a sigh of relief, and lunch was finally over. He knew that rats were social things, and that if there was one, there would naturally be a second. He suddenly ran in and out, he was so disappointed that he was in the mood to give up. He regretted a little that he had just caught one, but apparently an adult ate a small mouse and removed the head and tail entrails, which was not enough to stuff his teeth? Suddenly, the rats got into a fight for some reason, and a few of them rolled into a ball. Some run in front, some chase behind. Two of them ran into their pants in a panic, and the one chasing after them also got into it.

He counted three of them, and not wanting to wait any longer for luck, quickly pulled up the rope. The rats inside may have found out and squeaked and desperately rolled inside trying to figure it out. He grabbed the waistband of his trousers and pressed them to the ground, and beat them with crutches until there was no movement. He poured out three bloody three dead mice, and the thought that his lunch was three bloody mushy things, he covered his mouth and felt dry nausea again!

There is never a shortage of wood and fire in the kitchen, and a bundle is held outside, and the smoke inside can't get out, and the choking people can't be there. He turned the large wood fire into a herringbone frame, and a fire was made underneath, and the rats were placed on the herringbone frame to burn without sticking. He thought that without a knife, he could not peel and remove the internal organs, so he could only find a way to cook it. He used a lighter to light the wood fire under the herringbone rack, and the fire burned more and more, and the flames became higher and higher.

The rat was covered with fire, first smelling a smell of saffet, followed by a drop of oil like roast meat. Watching the mouse first covered in gray and yellow hair, it was instantly treated naked by the fire, and the hairless skin turned from yellow to smoky black. Looking at the rat, he smelled a smell of meat, which should be the smell of rat meat when it is cooked. He pulled the rat out with a stick, and it fell to the ground like a rock.

The cooked rat was propped up with four paws, and its mouth was open, and it looked unconvinced. He didn't want to look at the mouse's face, so he stomped on his head and pulled it off, tearing out the disgusting entrails. He held the corpse of the mouse in his hand, shed tears, and finally couldn't help crying. Thinking that he had been carefree since he was a child, he did not worry about food and clothing, responded to the call of the motherland and abandoned his studies to join the army and participate in the war, and was later captured as if he had been abandoned by the motherland.

Lost his freedom in the prisoner of war camp, he endured the gunshot wounds and ate the food of the pigs and dogs, and the injuries were so severe that they were thrown out like dead dogs. Man is not dead now, but in order to live, he hunts the carcasses of animals like wild beasts and eats them. With tears in his eyes, he bit the rat so hard that he could vomit it out if it wasn't for the fact that he didn't have anything in his stomach. He covered his mouth with his hand, shoved the rat meat back into his mouth, and forced himself to chew. The rat must also be meat, except for a little sour feeling, chewing out the aroma of meat. He was indeed hungry and ate three rats with his eyes closed.