I only dared to cut a small piece of yellow-brown flesh from the thigh of the first dry corpse for my body to replenish my body.

If you list these guys in front of you as "dry food", plus a drop of fresh water can only fall on your head every few hours.

It seems that he can last for about half a month in this weird sealed environment.

Now that the food and drink are barely settled, I can't help but start working on a terrifying escape plan.

The rock layer overhead should be the weakest point in the entire chamber cave, but it is obviously impractical to dig a little bit with the dagger with the blade in your hand.

Until I turned my eyes and accidentally saw the old men cowering in the corner, the rusty bayonets on the cowhide wallet hanging from the waist were eye-catching.

However, what caught my attention even more was that the ** compartment hanging from the waist was actually full.

I excitedly ran over and started rummaging, and finally got an unexpected catch.

Two rusty Type 38 rifle bayonets, but now they have corroded with the years and have turned into iron lumps, and a damp hand**.

"Boom..."

With a loud explosion, dust and smoke flew from the rock ceiling overhead.

20 minutes ago.

I once embedded my hand** in a groove in the rock formation, thinking that with the power of the Japanese army**, I could blow a gap in the rock formation above my head.

It's just that when the dust and smoke cleared, I couldn't help but be stunned.

Although the rock formation is full of dense holes, it is still hard and abnormal, or it may be because of the dampness that it does not exert its full power.

In the corner, only the deafening self and the few dudes with their big mouths and hideous faces seemed to be mocking me.

"HummingbirdHummingbird, please answer when you receive it, please answer when you receive it!"

In an instant, the communicator on my wrist, which had been silent for many days, finally echoed, and at that moment I burst into tears, like a wild man, and even forgot how to press the answer button.

I took the communicator in the palm of my hand, aimed it at the position of the microphone, and shouted desperately. "I'm a hummingbird, I'm a hummingbird, and I'm the only one left alive when the Spirit Removal Team is wiped out!" ”

"Request for support, I have important information to report!"

In the next second, the other party contacted by the communicator suddenly stopped talking, and a deathly silence echoed in the air.

This was followed by the sound of radio waves interrupting and the sound of the journal in his arms falling to the ground.

"Smack."

As if I had lost my mind, my eyes glazed back into the corner, clutching the only journal in my hand, full of the fantasies I had once had about love.

Until the third day, I was living in the dark.

The battery level of the communicator on my wrist has completely run to zero, and I don't know if the outside world has received this belated call for help, but I am completely dead.

Looking at the empty walls in front of me and the yellowed photographs in the diary in my hands.

I suddenly smiled on chapped lips like a child, as if on a whim.

Maybe the 10th, 20th, 30th year after I die...

The higher-level troops will eventually look for this, and at that time, Xiao Nan was already married and taught children, can you see my belated confession letter in this secret room.

Immediately after that, the fourth day, the fifth day....

I began to frantically express my love for her on the wall, and love poems and love words were engraved all over the side.

Even the only two remaining Japanese bayonets had been completely sharpened into curly blades.

I never imagined that I would fall into such a crazy situation because of love.

In the end, until he spent half a month in the secret room, his eye sockets were deeply sunken and his body was skinny, and he was no different from those dry corpse brothers in the corner.

Looking at the dark secret room of more than 40 square meters in front of him, it is full of love poems.

I knew that my deadline was approaching, so I desperately dug into the corners of the walls.

In the end, the reluctant diary was carefully buried.

"Day 17."

Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth after all, and after all, he couldn't last 24 hours, but at this time, he heard the faint sound of digging on the wall next to him.

"The survivors inside received the please answer, are they still alive?"

The unfamiliar voice echoed in my ears along the crack in the stone, and at this moment I began to desperately pick up the dagger and dig back along the gap.

Eventually, I was saved.

When I woke up again, I was lying in the hospital room, and there was a nurse standing next to me.

And sitting next to the hospital bed is a soldier in a green velvet suit with a prominent shoulder badge peeling the apple in his hand.

I almost didn't cry for a moment, my shriveled lips couldn't speak for a long time, but now I shouted hoarsely.

"The first... Heads... Woo, all the members of the team were martyred, and I was the only one left alive..., please instruct! ”

Perhaps because my voice was too small, the back of the military posture did not turn around instantly, but still kept peeling the apple.

It wasn't until he turned around after peeling the apple in his hand that I looked at each other, and I repeated the report carefully and carefully.

"Well... Attaboy! ”

"Don't talk and recuperate your injuries first..., the old chief attaches great importance to your injuries, and you have to heal your injuries first."

"The Rashomon mission has been handed over to other troops to complete, and you will report to me when you are injured."

The soldier in front of him sat upright, but his face was faintly flashing with tears, this big man who had mocked me actually shed tears for the first time.

He is the commander of our entire soul removal team, codenamed Qinglong.

I've only had one encounter with him, and that was in front of the door of the weird old building before the mission set off.

Gray clouds filled the window, and the temperature had dropped sharply for several days.

I carefully recalled every scene in the underground offensive and thought about how I would report back when I recovered.

Wu Laogou, as an unexpected episode, should he report truthfully?

I leaned on the white hospital bed and sighed coldly, now that it had become a cloud of the past, Wu Laogou had disappeared with that yang pearl.

His crime has long been traced, even if he is sentenced to death again, what can be done with him?

It wasn't until the 10th day I woke up that I learned from the nurse that I had been in a coma for half a month.

Counting the 10 days of recuperation during this period, that's a full 25 days.

Thinking about this, I couldn't help but worry about the other troops who had taken over the "Rashomon Project", even though they had reached the lowest level of the underground fortifications when I was rescued.

But there are still many unsolved mysteries and mechanisms that are rife with murderous motives, and carelessness can cause even more unimaginable casualties.

Thinking of this, I began to run out of the hospital gate desperately, despite the nurse's obstruction.

It's just that when he just broke out of the white towering hospital wall, two armored vehicles drove up at the gate.

Seeing this, Qinglong hurriedly got out of the car and supported me, and at that moment I even thought of an excuse for myself to get out of the hospital for treatment, and kept covering up the unhealed wounds all over my body.

What I didn't expect was that they were there to pick me up this time.