With food in my stomach and feeling refreshed. Finding troops took over everything in his brain. He wants to take advantage of the spirit to walk for a while, as long as the direction is correct, take one more step closer to the troops, and one step closer to the light rain, I don't know why the shadow of the light rain has been flashing in his mind for the past two days, it may be the reason why people are in a desperate place and miss their relatives more!

Walking alone in the mountains, food and medicine are also life-sustaining. He went to the bungalow marked Red Cross, which was the hospital, hoping to find some medicine, and now he needed anti-inflammatory and cough medicine. He was sure that there was no one, so he pushed the door and walked in. Inside is like a nest of flies, buzzing and flying tens of thousands of them when there is movement. The bloody garbage has become a breeding ground for flies.

He fanned the pesky flies while looking for the enemy to remove any medicine that might be left. He felt that the pain of his wound was not decreasing and increasing, the continuous fever made his body cold and hot for a while, and the cough made the sputum he spit out bloodshot. He knew that the wound was still inflamed, and that he urgently needed anti-inflammatory drugs and cough medicines, and that if he could not get any more medicines, he might suffer from sepsis.

He searched around the room and found half a bottle of alcohol and no other medicine. I was full of hope, but now I walked out of the room disappointed. Without medicine, his life will not be supported for long, and he must find the troops as quickly as possible, even if he finds his fellow North Koreans, he can be saved. He wants to get out of here, as long as he is in the right direction, and he will be close to the army by taking one more step. He straightened his clothes, tied his sleeping bag, and limped out of the front gate with two crutches.

The sense of urgency to survive made him endure the pain and climb over two mountains in one go. When it was almost dark, I saw a small village in a mountain recess. He walked briskly towards the village, imagining that he had made his way into the village while the Korean villagers were sleeping. I feel it when I have a goal, and the winding mountain road looks like one mile, and I walk ten miles! It was already the second half of the night, and the stars had moved eastward before reaching the edge of the village.

The village is not large, with only twenty or thirty households, and is a natural village built on the hillside. When I walked to the edge of the village, I felt that this mountain village was very poor, the walls of the houses were all made of rammed earth, and the roofs were all herringbone sharp valley grass roofs, and I could not see a decent house by the moonlight. The road into the village is naturally sloping, mixed with stones and soil, and the path runs through the whole village. The path is lined with houses, and most of the houses in North Korea do not have courtyard walls. In the middle of the village there is a stone platform with a well in the middle, which is the well for the whole village to drink.

There is an old locust tree on the side of the stone platform, and it may be that the villagers dug a well based on the water source found in the village, so the village is particularly lush now. Probably because of the years of war, there was not a single light in the whole village, not even the sound of dogs barking. He understands the fellow villagers during the war, closing the door and closing the window and turning off the lights as soon as it gets dark. The dogs were slaughtered by the troops for fear of barking and revealing their targets.

From eating some rat meat at noon, more than ten hours have passed now. He was hungry and thirsty, and wanted to knock on the door of a fellow countryman and find some food and water. He walked under the window of the villager and listened to no movement, and then walked away and there was still no movement, and there was a faint light coming from the window in front of him. He walked briskly, and suddenly the lights went out again.

He put his ear to the window frame and heard someone whispering inside. He was pleasantly surprised, and felt that he could find his fellow countryman and eat a hot meal. He knocked lightly on the window, and not only did he stop talking, but snoring sounded. When the local villagers heard someone knocking on the door at night, they couldn't tell friend or foe, so they didn't dare to open the door and pretended to be asleep.

He didn't want to disturb the villagers anymore, so he went to the well by the moonlight and wanted to get some well water to drink. The wells on the mountain are all deeper than the Hirakawa, and the two wheels hang on the winch shaft. He has never dug well water, and he will not use this Dongyou, but fortunately, he does not want to fill it with water. As long as the wheels reach the bottom of the well, they can be wrenched up casually to drink. The water from the well was so cold that he shook his head and felt as if he were tired at once.

The thrill of the cold water was temporary, and hunger soon struck again. He now wants to minimize his activities and reduce his calorie consumption. He emptied the contents of his sleeping bag and slipped into it and slowly fell asleep.

He was sleeping soundly and was woken up by the sound of noisy people. The sun was already shining warmly on his body, and the dazzling light couldn't open his eyes. He shielded his hands from the sun and saw more than a dozen North Koreans standing around him. These local folks, dressed in coarse cloth, talked around him like monsters. Although he has been in North Korea for two years and has learned some local languages, they speak in dialects, and most of them do not understand them.

An older one said, "I look like a child, not like a bad person." ”

Another said: "The bad guy doesn't have words engraved on his face either." I didn't see the enemy uniform he was wearing, I looked like a traitor! ”

One woman said: "I think I should report it to the village chief, and he will report to the head of the People's Army." ”

Liang Guocheng couldn't understand every sentence, but he could hear a general meaning. Dressed in an American military uniform, like an enemy. He can't be made an enemy by them. He had suffered so much that he thought that if he found his fellow Koreans, they would help him return to the team as soon as possible, but now they regarded him as an enemy because of his clothes. He took off the enemy's uniform, dragged the volunteer army uniform inside, and said loudly word by word: "I am the Chinese People's Volunteer Army!"

There was a burst of laughter, a mockery of disbelief. Liang Guocheng was a little overwhelmed, if the villagers did not believe that he was a volunteer, he could be arrested by the North Korean army or police, and he could be shot without any trial during the war. He hoped that there would be someone in the crowd who understood Chinese, and if there was no one like him, the other party would not understand a single sentence after five sentences. "Do you know Chinese?" After a pause, no one answered, and then asked, "Do you understand Chinese?"

Now his life hung in the balance, and his face showed a desperate murderous intent. The Koreans were all war-going people, and they took a few steps back with interest. He thought that when he saw his fellow countrymen, he would be sent back to the army by them, but he didn't expect that it would be in danger.

At this time, a North Korean woman squeezed from behind the person to the front. She walked with a limp on one leg that could not be stretched straight, her face was larger than that of other women, her eyelid was concave in the middle, her upper lip was a little short, and when she spoke, she showed a mouthful of white teeth. She's the ugly girl Yingji who is treated like a monster in the village. Young-hee's parents died when she was a child, and she grew up with her grandfather.

When the Korean War broke out two years ago, my grandfather was killed by an American plane. Because of her strange ugliness, children of the same age in the village don't play with her, and adults avoid her like a plague god. So she has no friends, no relatives, relying on the few acres of thin fields left by her ancestors, working at sunrise and resting at sunset.

Today she was originally here to fetch water, and there were many people at the well, and she didn't want to be looked at by people strangely, so she kept standing behind the people. saw Liang Guocheng take off his coat to reveal the volunteer army uniform, and she believed the Chinese he spoke; She believed he was a volunteer! Because her grandfather's body was brought back to the village, no one in the village was willing to help her bury her grandfather. It happened that a unit of the Volunteer Army passed by, and the head of the unit saw her crying sadly and helped her bury her grandfather. So she has a special affection for the volunteers, especially the Chinese spoken between them, and she has a sense of intimacy when she listens to it!

Young-hee sorted out the things he had taken out of his sleeping bag last night, helped him up and put him on crutches, and gestured in Korean: "I believe you are Chinese, can you go to my house?" ”

There was a burst of laughter from the crowd, China and North Korea have a border with each other, and there are many bilingual people who live on the border. Although he spoke Chinese, he wore a US military uniform, and no one believed that he was Chinese, and they all regarded him as a Korean traitor. And the ugly girl who picked him up at home may also be dealt with as a traitor.

When someone finally believed in him and accepted him to let him go to her house, she was very excited and nodded gratefully. Yingji fetched water from the well, limping to lead the way in front, and he followed behind with a limp of crutches. Causing the villagers to laugh behind him, some of them said strange things he didn't understand, and Ying Ji's eyelids flushed.

They turned a corner one after the other, and Young-hee's family was almost out of the village, and she and her neighbors were not in a lonely house. Korean houses are somewhat similar to Japanese houses. Young-hee sat him down, helped him take off his shoes, and pulled open the sliding door to let him into the house. He felt how difficult life was for the poor in North Korea, the house was dark, the morning was a bit like night, there was no furniture in the house, and a broken quilt thrown in the corner was almost black cotton wool. The room hadn't been repaired for several years, and the rammed earth had become powdery and falling down piece by piece. The mud on the roof of the grass had long been washed away by the rain, revealing a few holes where the sky could be seen.

Ying Ji is a capable and diligent woman, and after only a while, she opened the door again, and a bowl of hot cornmeal batter came in, and a few burnt golden cornmeal nests came in.

Yingji was a little embarrassed: "I don't have white noodles in my house. The first time a guest came to the door, I was really embarrassed! ”

He knew that North Koreans were polite, but he didn't expect to be so polite in her house. He hadn't eaten anything for more than two days, he was dizzy from hunger, and he couldn't care about so much politeness, and he ate everything like a storm. This was the first time since he was captured that he ate such a comfortable meal without any pressure. When he burped, he put down the bowl with a thousand thanks. Young-hee had probably never seen such a hungry person, so she packed up her dishes and chopsticks, covered her mouth and ran out with a smile.

Ying Ji quickly packed the bowl, boiled a basin of boiling water and carried it into the house, gesturing to clean his wounds. Only then did he remember that the wound had not been changed for three days, and the bandages were wet and dry, the bandages had changed color and become hard, and the wound seemed to be uncomfortable. He couldn't tell what he was doing, so he simply pulled up his trouser legs and took off his shirt, pointing to the three wounds on his legs and lower back and telling her. Ying Ji examined his wound, and the wound was already red and swollen, and the blood oozed out of the bandage, which was obviously inflamed. The blood from the inflamed wound sticks to the festering part of the wound.

Ying Ji carefully dipped the boiling water and pulled it away little by little. When the last layer was torn open, she screamed with a trembling hand, hurriedly ran to the door, opened the door and ran out, standing in the middle of the courtyard and vomiting. Liang Guocheng couldn't see behind him, and felt that something rolled down his back, and he touched a maggot. "Do I have maggots on me?" He couldn't see that the wound had festered out of the hole, and he didn't believe that maggots could grow on a living person.

It's just that women who feel are born sensual, and when they see blood and are afraid, they will vomit viciously. Young-hee came in from outside with a dustpan that was sweeping the dirt outside, took a small broom to sweep the bed, and ripped off the bandages on his wounds. The two wounds on his waist and back festered out of a large hole at the bottom of the bowl, and the inside was full of white and yellow thickness, and countless small maggots were surging in the thickness. Young-hee endured the nausea and swept the maggots into the dustpan with a small broom and washed the wound with boiling water. Liang Guocheng also felt that the wound was serious, and took out the alcohol he had picked up in the enemy camp hospital from his sleeping bag and asked Yingji to disinfect him. Wash the wound. The tender flesh with blood exposed inside, and the alcohol poured on it, the pain is heart-wrenching! Yingji cleaned up the wound, took a pillow for him to sleep, and covered him with her torn cotton wool. Tell him by gesture that he will rest at ease and no one will come to worry about him. Then he went out of the house, took his tools, and went to work.