"Groove!" Although I didn't want to swear, although I respected the military very much, and although I once had a dream of being a general, I couldn't help but curse when I saw this terrible scene.

"How could this be?" I muttered to myself and sat on the side not knowing what to do.

I don't know how long I've been sitting, it's like I've lost my soul, I'm rejuvenated by hunger, I'm really hungry, I'm really thirsty.

But there was nothing to eat here, but just as I told myself there was nothing to eat, I couldn't help but look into the cab of the military vehicle.

The two soldiers in the military vehicle sat there motionless, but no matter how old their clothes were or how old they were, or their faces, they didn't look like they were dead.

Although I know that these cars and clothes are products of the sixties and seventies of the last century, it should be impossible for them to live.

But, but they really behaved as if they weren't dead.

If it is really a product of the sixties and seventies of the last century, it is impossible for it to have not changed at all in the fifty or sixty years since today.

Could it be that this is also a legend, what special space can keep the people and things in it unchanged for 10,000 years?

I don't believe it!

"Maybe it's a real person, these are the props of a certain film crew, the props are naturally like it, and the people in it are not dead, they are all alive!" I fooled myself so much, but I couldn't convince myself.

Leaning on the window and looking in, the more I looked, the more I found that the two soldiers looked like they were alive, so I couldn't help but want to touch them to see if they were alive or not, if they were really alive, or if it was really a certain film crew, maybe it was possible.

I shuddered and put my hand inside, but just as I was about to touch the soldier's face, I couldn't help but listen.

"Hey! Feed! Eldest brother! Homosexuals? Hello? Is there anybody? Feed! Feed! "I gave up using my hands, but shouted and shouted a few times to see what was going on.

As a result, there was no reaction at all, so I poked him lightly with a dagger, and it was still elastic.

"It can't just be dead, right?" I couldn't help but be suspicious again, but I still didn't dare to do it lightly.

Suddenly, I noticed that he had a small satchel, and on the satchel, there seemed to be something bulging inside, and I also noticed that he had a shoulder strap on the other side, and it seemed to be carrying something.

I picked it with a dagger and found that it was one kind of military-grade aluminum kettle.

It's quite heavy, and it shook slightly, but there seems to be something in it.

The thought of something immediately gave birth to some saliva in my mouth, because I thought of water, I was so thirsty, I needed to drink water, I needed to eat, but I was a little afraid to take it, I didn't dare to touch it.

After all, if you take the dead man's stuff and drink it, you can't get over it psychologically.

I sat on the ground and struggled for a long time, and I guess it was all for half an hour.

In the end, I made a decision, yes

In a word, people can't let urine suffocate to death, they really can't hold back their pants, and they won't suffocate anyway.

And thirst can kill people with thirst, and hunger can also starve people to death, but there is a premise for this, and the premise is that you don't have anything, you don't have anything to eat, you don't have to drink.

Obviously, there is something here, and if you die of thirst and starvation, you can't talk about it.

So my decision was, fight.

Cut off the shoulder strap of the satchel and the kettle with a knife, pulled it over, shook it, and there was indeed liquid in it.

I opened it and smelled it, and there was no smell.

Pour it out a little, it is clear and transparent, and there is no difference from normal water.

Take a small sip and taste it, it is sweet and delicious, obviously not tap water, nor mineral water, it should be mountain spring water.

When I found out that I could drink it, I couldn't help it anymore and dried it all in one go.

When I opened the satchel, I was greeted by an aluminum flashlight, the kind of very, very old-fashioned flashlight with a glass cover and a small light bulb in front of it.

I don't think I've ever seen anything like this before I'm in my thirties.

In addition, there were several boxes of canned food inside, and when I picked it up and looked at it, it was produced by the first factory of the People's Liberation Army.

It's still in traditional Chinese, and when I looked at the production date, it turned out to be 70 years old, and I couldn't help but twitch the muscles on my face.

"How many years has the expired, and you won't have a problem eating it, right?" Despite the fact that it says it has a shelf life of three years, I can't help but ask myself.

But I was so hungry that I thought it would be okay to drink water and canned food, so I opened it.

"Huh?" A strong smell of canned luncheon meat came out, and there was a layer of white grease on top.

I was so hungry that I couldn't help but get a piece and stuff it into my mouth, but it turned out to be too big, I ate too quickly, I almost choked myself, I rolled my eyes, and then I finally swallowed it, and I felt that my throat was stretched out, and there was a feeling of strain.

But it's a bit disgusting to eat cold, because the lard is on the head and smokes the head.

I took a bite, and I wasn't going to continue eating cold, I was going to find something hot to eat.

There are no gas canisters or alcohol stoves, but there are things that can be burned, not to mention a satchel, and there are matches in them, which I remember when we were children.

When I was a child, many things would be added with a foreign character, because in the earliest days, there was nothing in China, and they were all brought by foreigners.

When we were young, there were not only foreign fires, but also foreign cars, foreign alkalis, foreign persimmons, and so on.

It's just that later we got rich and knew that this kind of name was not good, so we slowly changed it.

These titles, and many other things, are estimated to be difficult for people under the age of thirty to know.

The fire is okay

I lit the satchel and started heating the luncheon meat, and poured a little water into it.

When the luncheon meat is heated, it is pink and tender, melts in your mouth, and is very, very delicious, and I didn't eat it less when I was a child.

Even now, going to eat hot pot is one of the must-order dishes.

However, the satchel is a little not enough to burn, and the luncheon meat does not seem to be fully heated.

I was looking for something to burn, and suddenly I found that among the bunch of things poured out of the satchel, there was a notebook, with a red plastic cover, which should have been quite exquisite in those days.

But when I look at it now, I feel like an old antique, and I subconsciously took it and threw it into the fire and burned it.

Burning and burning, I found that there seemed to be words in this book, I squinted and looked at it, it said, 1972, April 8th, sunny, the back of it wants to see that it has been burned by fire.

I subconsciously pulled the notebook out of the fire, but by this time the notebook was already nearly a third less, and I hurriedly extinguished the fire with sand.

Then I looked through it, and it was a diary.

From the name on the first page, it can be known that the owner of the book,Named Zhang Guoqing,It was one of the most common names in that era.。

He recorded everything he had done along the way, but since I had lost a third of it, I couldn't pick up the beginning of a lot of the content, and I could only see a little bit.

Originally, the record was not long, and the vast majority of the content was still some content about the construction of spiritual civilization in that special period at that time, which was all empty talk and clichés, and I was too lazy to read it.

Read only a few useful things: in the first paragraph, this is the fifth day of our entry into the desert, I asked the battalion commander what we were looking for, and the battalion commander only persuaded to obey the order!

In the second paragraph, one of us is missing today, he is a recruit of the second company, I talked to him, he is from Shaanxi, according to his own words, they are poor there, they have no harvest, they can't eat, they are dying of hunger.

He worked hard to become a soldier, and he was a soldier for nothing else, just to eat a full meal.

At that time, I severely criticized his egoistic thinking.

In the third paragraph, someone disappeared again, and the company commander told us not to go out casually at night, even if we went to the toilet, we had to go to the toilet together.

In the fourth paragraph, I was very scared, because I found that there were a lot of demons and monsters buried under the sand, and I reported it, and the company commander said that I was a feudal superstition, saying that all cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods had been defeated a long time ago, so I didn't talk nonsense.

In the fifth paragraph, although the company commander said that I should not talk nonsense, I found that he himself was scared. Because people were constantly missing, the whole camp was filled with a terrible howl of ghosts and wolves at night.

In the sixth paragraph, we had a sandstorm, which I have never seen before.

The battalion commander asked the whole battalion to form a formation with vehicles to block the sandstorm.

"Gone?" The diary comes to an abrupt end here, as if a movie had been cut into several clips and then ended at a critical moment.