I thought it was Wen Jin who followed us into the camp, but I went in with a stone to block him, but I found that what entered the camp was a stuffy oil bottle covered in mud.

The way he looked was astonishing: he was covered in mud, almost all of his body, including his hair, and the wounds on his shoulders were all covered with mud, and I didn't know if it would be infected, but I didn't see any new injuries on him, and he must have been more comfortable than us last night.

I couldn't describe how it felt, so I froze there, and he turned around, and I reacted, put the stone down, and explained, "I thought you were ...... What the ...... is that?"

He ignored me and only asked me, "Do you have anything to eat?" ”

I remembered that when he rushed into the swamp, he didn't bring anything with him, and judging by the way he looked, he probably hadn't eaten for more than twenty hours.

I took him out, poured him tea, and he ate the dry food, and said nothing, and his face was as cold as frost.

When he finished eating, I wiped his hands with a cloth, and I hurriedly asked him how he was doing, and what happened after he chased him out. And how did they catch up with us?

His face was solemn, and he said it intermittently as he wiped the mud off his face. He was very brief, but I understood it.

It turned out that after he chased Na Wenjin out the night before, he had been chasing for six hours in a row, but it was too difficult to track in the jungle, and in the end he didn't know whether the woman was hiding or running away, so he chased it away, and when he stopped, he didn't know where he was.

Without any lighting, he had lost his target, and he couldn't even see his surroundings, he calculated the time and speed of his arrival, and knew that it would not be too far away from us, but if he continued deeper into the rainforest, it would be more difficult to come back, so he shrank into the roots of the tree and waited for dawn to return.

This is the same as what we thought at the time, the fat man speculated that he might also come back after dawn in the morning, but after dawn, things changed, after dawn he saw our signal smoke, and at the same time, he also saw the cigarette that the third uncle lit.

He judged the direction of our cigarette according to the distance, and returned to the place where we had left a note for him, but found that it had been flooded, and he had to return at once and come after us, but, like us, he chased the cigarette, the route was not straight, and he never met us, and then he heard the gunshots at night, and he touched it, and followed it all the way to the camp.

It was a coincidence that if there had not been that big battle last night, I am afraid he would not have found us. It's also a shame that he can maintain such a sober judgment in such a harsh environment. But when he came back, I had already laid a stone in my heart, which I had no hope for.

At this time, seeing him wipe off the mud on his body, I asked him, also ran away, although we were also embarrassed, but we didn't achieve your virtue, what happened to you to make it like this?

"It's not done, I painted the mud myself." He said.

I'm even more strange, the heart says do you learn hippopotamus rolling? Or do you have fleas? With your physique, lying in the flea pile, the fleas only dare to make you a horse and kill a chicken.

He looked at the mud on his arm and explained, "It's because of those snakes..."

"Snakes?"

"Wen Jin has been here for a long time, there are so many poisonous snakes here, there must be a reason why she can live for so long as a woman, and that appearance is really unusual, I feel that there must be a relationship between these two points, after thinking about it for a while, I realized that these sludges are the key." "I smeared mud on my body, and sure enough, those snakes didn't seem to be able to see me. ”

As soon as I thought about it, it suddenly dawned on me, it turned out to be like this, I said how Wenjin is that ghost, snakes rely on heat to find prey, and smearing their whole body with mud can not only cover the heat, but also cover up the smell, which may indeed be useful.

I couldn't help but be ecstatic, this is really good news. In this way, we are much more able to survive in the rainforest, or at least no longer be slaughtered.

After wiping the mud off his body, he looked at the camp around him and asked, "How are you here?" ”

I nodded, and told him what we had been through.

I started by parting from him, speaking as briefly but clearly as possible, until we arrived not much earlier than he did, that there was no one here, and that the situation here was a little strange, that all the personal belongings had not been taken away, and that there was no sign of violence, as if the men had calmly abandoned the camp and left without anything.

He listened silently, his eyes glanced at the tents around him, and he didn't say anything, only pinched his eyebrows, and seemed to be confused.

I told him that it would be good for you to come back, because of Panzi, we can't leave here for the time being, and we are too tired to rest, otherwise it will be equivalent to death. Now there is one more person to take care of.

He was noncommittal, looked at me and said, "In this kind of place, one more or one less is the same. ”

I was a little surprised that he would say such a thing, but when he had said that, he got up, picked up a bucket, went to the pool outside the camp to fetch a bottle of water, and then stripped naked and turned his back to me and began to scrub his body, washing the mud off his body, and I saw the way he looked and knew that he had nothing to say to me, and I was a little depressed, but it was a joy that he was finally back.

After he finished washing, he came back to close his eyes and recuperate, and I didn't bother him, but I couldn't sleep, so I also took a bath, and after washing, I felt a little recovered, so I went back with water, and wiped Panzi's body, his body was a little hot, and he slept a little unsteadily, and he fell asleep again after I wiped it.

When I came out and saw the fat man, I thought he didn't need me to serve him, while sitting down and massaging his calves, he didn't want to take Wen Jin's notes anymore, he turned his head to look at the stuffy oil bottle, he was also asleep, thinking that he must be more tired than us, even if he is an iron-beaten Arhat, he can't stand such a toss.

I just guarded it like this, and it wasn't until three or four o'clock in the afternoon that the fat man woke up, and he got up dimly and saw the stuffy oil bottle, "um", and it took a long time to react, and said, "Damn, Lao Tzu shouldn't be dreaming." ”

The stuffy oil bottle woke up immediately, obviously not sleeping deeply, looked at him, looked at the sky, and sat up, and the fat man rubbed his eyes and said, "It seems that it is not a dream." Comrades, workers, peasants and soldiers, you have finally defected to the Red Army. ”

Stuffy Oil Bottle is really a magical person, although he is silent, but his appearance is like a stimulant, and all of a sudden I can see that the fat man is happy from the bottom of his heart. I'll just say what you're happy about, you didn't say you want to do it alone.

He stood up and sat next to me, spit out a few mouthfuls of bloody phlegm, and said, "That was before, the little brother came back, so you must follow the little brother, and follow the little brother to have meat to eat, right." ”

I saw that there was blood in his phlegm, and I knew that he also had internal injuries, but he didn't care, it shouldn't be too serious, so let him be careful.

The stuffy oil bottle didn't answer, the fat man handed me a cigarette, poured some water out of the kettle, washed my eyes, and asked about the stuffy oil bottle before. I just relayed what the stuffy oil bottle told me just now, and told the fat man.

The fat man nodded while listening, and when he heard the part where the mud can prevent snakes, he also said happily: "I'm cāo, this is a good recipe, with this recipe, we can spend less jīng in the swamp, damn it, I was still dreaming that there was a snake crawling on me when I was sleeping just now, and I refused to come out in the crotch of Lao Tzu's pants, which scared me to death." ”

I laughed, and suddenly felt that the fat man's joke sounded funny only when the stuffy oil bottle was there, and said, "I guess I have taken a fancy to the chick in your crotch, speaking of which, have you hatched it?" ”

The fat man said: "Not yet, soaked in water all day long, it will become fish balls, and I will have to take it out to dry later, don't get moldy." ”

I laughed, and the fat man laughed too, and slapped me a few times, "You laugh at a fart, I don't believe you or did it, why don't we take it out and twist it?" ”

I shook my head and said no, and the fat man told me to rest. Although I was a little excited, but the fatigue of the body was irreversible, I lay down and fell asleep soon after, probably because of the stuffy oil bottle, this time I fell asleep, I felt very relieved, and I woke up in the evening.

The sun was already setting red, and I smelled the fragrance when I got up, it was the fat man who was cooking, and I didn't know what it was cooking, I moved it a few times, and it felt like a zombie lying in the grave was resurrected, and the muscles on my body were sore and "bitter", I couldn't describe this feeling.

There was no strength in both hands and feet, and he almost crawled to the edge of the campfire and leaned against the stones, and his hands were shaking, when he heard the fat man talking to the stuffy oil bottle, and he was asking the stuffy oil bottle what he was going to do.

I said in my heart that this guy has started to engage in separatism again, Pan Zi is abolished, no one will force him to find my third uncle, he began to woo the stuffy oil bottle to engage in his yīn tricks, and immediately leaned over, and heard him say to the stuffy oil bottle: "I said that this matter must not be known to Wu Xie, otherwise he will have to go crazy and ......"