I shot it, but I didn't think much of it at the time, I just felt like I had to shoot.

Have you ever experienced the feeling of hair all over your body straightening for a moment?

Yes, that's how I felt.

It was as if the pores of my whole body were stimulated, and then a large number of ice edges were drilling into it, which I had when I first went to the battlefield, and now, I have experienced the feeling of the first time I went to the battlefield.

I don't even know if I was trying to 'save' the commissar or if I instinctively resisted the reaction.

The gun went off,

Then I saw the paper figure behind the commissar being knocked out, and the paper figure began to burn in the air.

It's like watching those people play tricks when I was a kid at the market, the paper people are burning, and the light that comes out of the burn is blue.

Then I saw the commissar fall to the ground.

I hurriedly ran over to help the commissar up, and the commissar's face was whiter than the previous times, and I could even see the clear veins on his face.

I've seen dead people, I've killed a lot of people, I've rolled in the dead pile, and those who have been dead for days have their faces like this.

The commissar grabbed my shoulders with both hands and shouted at me: Run, run!

I didn't know what to do.

What to run?

But soon, I realized that something was wrong, and the city that had been quiet suddenly became 'lively' at this time, and this kind of excitement was different from usual, because there was no sound coming out, but the lights suddenly turned on in the small houses in the city.

There is no way to live here, I opened a room when I first entered the city, and it was all stone furniture, but there could never be people.

Besides, we've been here for two days, so how could we not have noticed that there were people in the city?

But I didn't delay, but reached out and carried the commissar on my back, and whatever was going on here, I felt like I should be able to go.

When I carried the commissar, I felt that the commissar was really light, so light that I was a little surprised.

The political commissar's physique is actually about the same as mine, Shandong man, even if we hide below for a few days, the food is not good, the big guy is nervous, and he is indeed tired, but he will not suddenly lose weight to such a point.

I barely felt the force when I carried him, he was so light that I had a feeling that I was not carrying a person, but a piece of paper.

I didn't have time to think about it, so I went straight to the place where the troops were stationed at the city wall and asked everyone to gather, and then we went straight out of the city and went in the direction we came in.

There are two best scouts in the battalion in the team, and they were also responsible for keeping an eye on the entrance position before, and they naturally led the way when they went out this time, but I don't know what's going on, after they led the way, we kept wandering around in the cave, and we couldn't get out.

Two scouts got lost together?

That's impossible.

I trust them, I trust them very much, and there is nothing to say about their professional qualities, and scouts, put it now, are actually the title of special forces, and ordinary people can't be it at all.

But we really got lost, we wandered around here for more than three hours and couldn't find our way out, and we couldn't even find the location of the city walls.

I don't know what the reason is, but I suddenly remembered the group of Vietnamese who had been killed in the mud that could not drown at all.

It seems that their end will soon fall on us.

This is a hunch of mine, or I might call it a sense of crisis.

The temperature of the cave started to get lower, and there was wind, I don't know where it came from, but there was wind meant there was an exit, and we tried to find the direction of the wind and get out, but in the end we had to give up, because the wind came from all directions, as if the purpose was us.

Actually, everyone didn't panic much at that time, after all, it was a war time, everyone was a soldier who had seen blood, and the psychological quality was still okay, but if it continued like this, it would definitely not last long.

That sense of confusion, that sense of hesitation, that sense of loss,

It's really torturous.

Even if the Vietnamese appear in front of you, you are not so flustered, the big deal is to do it, you are a glorious martyr when you die, and you are not ashamed to go home, what are you afraid of?

But it's this inexplicable atmosphere that makes you unable to use your strength, and you don't know where to shoot even if you have a gun in your hand.

Moreover, there seems to be a special smell in the air, a little fragrant, but not very obvious, I thought it was a floral scent, but it was a little strange and pungent.

At this time, the commissar who had been carrying me on his back suddenly woke up, and his face seemed to have regained some blood, and even a strange flush, and I chuckled in my heart, because I thought of returning to the light.

The commissar laboriously pointed in the direction, and I did not hesitate to run in the direction pointed by the commissar, and the soldiers around me also soaked with me.

We ran for about half an hour before we finally saw the exit.

Everyone has a feeling of the aftermath of the catastrophe, although we are not facing direct danger inside, but the end of getting lost is really bad, especially if you are not lost in the forest, in that case, at least you will not have a problem eating and drinking, if you get lost in the cave, do you have to gnaw stones?

When we came out, there were no Vietnamese outside, and I learned later that just half a day earlier, a large army had returned from a counterattack and had cleaned up the Vietnamese troops who had tried to harass us while we were retreating.

After coming out, we were going to go to the troops, but soon, we found out that something was wrong, that is, everyone felt that their bodies were so itchy, and some people began to scratch them, but the skin suddenly became very brittle, and blood came out directly.

I immediately shouted to everyone not to scratch and not to move.

I went to see my commissar and found that he was out of breath.

And so he died. ”

Speaking of this, the old man suddenly sighed, "I always felt that I killed the political commissar, if I hadn't shot that paper man, the political commissar wouldn't have died." ”

I hesitated, ready to say something, but the old man took off his shirt directly in front of me, then turned his back to me and piled his back in front of me.

I was stunned.

On the old man's back,

Densely packed with small pits, like wormholes.

"We didn't examine the bodies of the Vietnamese, but then we finally understood why they drowned in the mud, they should have suffered the same thing that happened to us later, but we got out in time."

The old man picked up his clothes again, and then looked at me very solemnly.

"We almost all died in that place, and it wasn't until later that I slowly realized how terrible the tomb and the city we entered were!"