The midday sun hung motionless overhead, scorching!

There was not a single cloud in the sky, and the sun scorched the grass under the low mountain. There was not a trace of wind in the air, as if the whole world was frozen for it, and the unbreakable silence enveloped the four fields, as if everything was dead.

The reason why I asked everyone to go down the mountain at noon is nothing more than two words: "miasma";

I've been paying close attention to the Bald Man's description of him since he described his encounter to me a few days ago about the whole team vomiting and diarrhea and one of the team members dying of blood in a matter of hours, especially now that I have to be in this place myself, and I dare not risk any risk with my four lives;

According to my observations, from 10 p.m. to the early morning of the next day, a low, light white mist shrouded the forest marked by bald men until noon, which made me easily think of the miasma, and he had described to me that they did not dare to drink the water in the woodland and the symptoms of poisoning after missmelling the miasma, so I preconceived the definition of this light white mist in the forest as miasma, and whether it was such a natural phenomenon that caused human death...... I didn't dare to try.

But this miasma is not completely harmful, at least where it exists, there will be no big white meat insects with ugly faces and hateful behaviors, if I have to make a choice between miasma and meat insects, I would rather choose this harmful gas that appears at a regular time;

I took off my pants and wrapped them around my head to avoid excessive water loss from my body;

And the bald man is familiar with the road... I didn't need to ask me to wet my trouser legs with urine, and then dripped them into Huya's mouth, and she was still awake and faint, which is good! Suppose the tigress wakes up and finds that her mouth is full of bald excrement... I bet next year today will be the anniversary of this bald grandson!

"Would you like to have a drink?" , the bald man looked at me and stared at his action of feeding the tiger girl "water" and asked, as if telling me "if you drink it too, I will leave you a sip";

"Don't do it, you two should eat such a good thing alone... Besides, Lao Tzu has it, and it must be cleaner than yours", I looked at the bald man and the tiger girl with bad intentions, especially the tiger girl's mouth sucked a few times with the infiltration of the liquid, and frankly said, I almost vomited when I saw this scene, although I also drank this liquid at sea a few years ago......

The mute learned to look like me and wrapped his pants around his head as well, and I was different from them... I'm not in the habit of wrapping my crotch with rattan... These trousers were the last covering on my body, and the last covering was now on my head;

It's okay to be dumb, he doesn't make any comments on the parts on my body; The bald man, on the other hand, laughed, and did laugh out loud......

Laugh, laugh to death, you are very good, you only have a few more crotch rattan skins than Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu This is a return to nature, let go of nature, do you natives understand such a profound philosophical thought? I bet they don't even know what a "philosophy" is!

I urged the mute to hurry down the mountain, the afternoon sun will be more lethal, the most important... We only have five or six hours to move! In order to escape the miasma, we had to climb a new low hill again and find a well-groomed "camp" before evening;

Well, in fact, we don't have any "camp", at best, three half-living people sleeping together;

The way down the mountain is actually very short, I call it a mountain, but in fact it is just a hillock with a height of thirty or forty meters above the ground, and it is bare and has no barrier, and the dazzling sunlight shines on the backs of several people, making people feel as if they are molting;

The bald man walked in the front, and the mute man shouldered the function of the "mule", and he carried the tiger on his back and was squeezed between me and the mute, and I was behind;

I don't know why, on the way down from the top of the mountain, I always feel that this group of people seems to have lost something compared to yesterday, but no matter how I try to recall, I feel that I have not lost anything at all, yes, after all, there are only four of us, and all the bags have already been handed over to the lame man, and now the things that can be carried up and down the body are as few as the hair on the bald head, how can they be "lost"?

Clothes... Go up in flames;

Trousers... Only one of the tiger girls is still on the body, and the others are on the head;

Spear... There was only one, held in the dumb hand, a spear that I had sharpened for him with my own hands, and which had been burned with coconut oil and engraved, and which he had told me with a gesture that "even if I lose my life, I will not lose this spear";

What else......?

We marched more than 100 meters towards the woodland, and at the moment when the bald man had already stepped into the woodland with one foot, I suddenly screamed: "Bald, wait";

The mute who heard the cry immediately straightened his back, and the tiger girl slid down from the mute's back like a piece of gummy, but the dumb man didn't care so much, and looked around quickly with a spear, and my cry made the two people in front of him think that it was an "enemy attack";

"Do you see the knife pinned to the back of the tiger";

Yes, I call it a "knife", because there is no word dagger in the Turkish language;

"Didn't she lose it as soon as the white meat worm?" , The bald man frowned, relaxed his originally nervous emotions for a moment, and then patted the mute who was still in a vigilant posture and muttered;

"I saw it pinned to her waist yesterday!" , I said;

"Maybe I've fallen on the road, forget it, it's important to hurry," the bald man whispered to me, looking at me, and then at the dense forest around me;

The bald man was no better than me in this matter, for no other reason than because the dagger was too important to me, not so much because its sharpness would give me a special position of force among the natives, but because of a man, the woman I would never want to mention;

This dagger was probably the only thing I had anything to do with this man, and that was when I was in the military academy, that is, before I was wounded during the exercise......

The domestic army has control regulations for all ordnance, especially our kind of military school, less than a state of alert or training exercises, the troops will not be issued with any controlled weapons at all, of course, this also includes daggers, so on an outing, she and I bought a black market military dagger through acquaintances, everything I remember that day is still fresh and have never forgotten, even the model of the military dagger is deeply engraved in my mind--- Type 99 diving knife, as for the use of buying it... It's just that I slipped out of the camp that night and followed her to a fellow countryman's house to eat roast whole sheep, and for this matter, she also received a demerit, but I was unscathed, the reason does not need to be thought about to know, Lao Tan helped me carry all the inquiries;

As a result, this dagger became my most intimate thing, and for it I specially asked a leather master to sew a leg cover for me in soft sheepskin, and fixed this diving knife to my calf;

And this dagger really didn't disappoint me, since the first landing on the island to the present, eight years of ups and downs, open the road and break the wood, except for not using it to kill people, everything else has done ......, and it itself is quite sharp, after all, it is an object equipped with the domestic frogman troops, and the quality is naturally not said! But a few years ago, I noticed that there were some rust spots on its surface, and I realized that I might have been blinded by the black market merchant, and this dagger was a replica!

But I'm still grateful for the existence of this object, for me, it's not just a weapon, it's also a thought!

But when I had settled the dumb man and the tiger girl halfway up the mountain, and climbed back to the top of the mountain with the bald man, I saw the abandoned dagger again, and the strange scene made the two of them dumbfounded......

I saw that the dagger, which was shiny and reflected the sunlight in my eyes, was hovering and motionless about half a meter above the ground!