When Pan Zi mentioned this stubble, I remembered it and thought it made sense, it should be like this, but I don't agree with Pan Zi's final opinion, at that time, it was the armed elements who fled into the Gobi, but they were all armed with good guns, although the number was small, but the equipment was good, if they really entered the swamp, they would not necessarily die, maybe they stayed in it for a while and left. There are no people here, and many poachers enter Hoh Xil from here, and after shooting animals, they go directly into the smuggling trail to Nepal, and there is no way to catch them.

It is even possible that these people have settled here, of course, this may be very small, and the conditions here are not suitable for people from outside. I also said in my heart that it is better not to, this kind of person is too extreme, we have to fight when we meet, we have no guns and no guns, if there is a dead or wounded, I will be sorry for the previous crime, although after so many years, their weapons should also be scrapped.

Thinking wildly, the fat man woke up, I asked Panzi to sleep for a while, he said no, so cháo wet, he is a grade, there must be a problem when he sleeps, there are a few things here, we can't think about this dead man anymore, you take a rest more, we will leave here, anyway, the rain is light. Walk further, and it will be dawn, and when the time comes, find a better place to light a fire and rest slowly.

That being said, under such conditions, it is true that we can't sleep if we want to go to sleep, so we huddle together and smoke while watching the darkness outside and listening to the sound of the rain and the wind blowing through the rainforest. Panzi wiped his gun, which was too wet and he was worried about the condition of his gun. The others chatted and chatted, but the stuffy bottle fell asleep.

Pan Zi told me about his time at war, when he was in the cooking class, he was very young, and once, their logistics unit had an encounter with the Vietnamese special forces, how did the cook and porter fight the Vietnamese who had been fighting with the Americans since childhood? They were later forced into a swamp, and because the Vietnamese mistreated their captives, they finally decided to die together, when the Jǐng Guards, who had protected them, each issued them a grenade, ready to be used as a last-ditch sacrifice.

The Vietnamese are very smart, they don't show their heads, they scatter in the jungle and lurk close to them, one shot here and one there, so that they don't know where exactly they are coming in. After fighting and retreating, they retreated to the quagmire in the center of the swamp, and when they stepped down, the mud was wrapped around the roots of their thighs, and they could not walk, and then the company commander gave an order for them to prepare.

Everyone took the grenade and shrank into the mire, their faces covered with mud showing only two nostrils. At this moment, it was those Vietnamese who panicked, they didn't know why, they didn't dare to enter the swamp, so they swept shè in the swamp with their guns, and then the bullets were almost gone, and they retreated.

Pan Zi and they did not dare to move in the mire, afraid that this was a trick of the Vietnamese, and endured it for a night, and saw that the Vietnamese were really gone, so they came out cautiously, but when they counted the number of people, they found that there were two people missing, they thought they were trapped in the mud, so they used bamboo poles to find them in the mud, and they hooked out their corpses, and found that these two people had been emptied, leaving only a transparent skin, and they did not know what was agitating in their chests.

After this experience, Pan Zi began to be afraid of the swamp, and later transferred to the sharp knife platoon to fight in the rear of Vietnam, and when the whole platoon was ambushed and killed to the point that only he and the signal soldiers were left, they fled to the edge of a swamp, and Pan Zi would rather go out and kill all the pursuers than set foot in this kind of place again.

As Pan Zi spoke, he kept beating Hache, and I listened to it hazy, and my eyelids only fought, and I fell asleep again.

I was half asleep, and I don't know how long it was, but I felt like I was dreaming again, but I felt like someone was shaking me. It was the most uncomfortable time for me, so I wanted to back away from him and continue to sleep, but I didn't push anyone else, but all of a sudden my mouth was covered.

This time I opened my eyes, and I saw that it was A-Ning covering my mouth, Panzi on one side was gently shaking the fat man, and several people seemed to have just woken up, looking at the side.

I also turned to look, and I saw a strong wind blowing on a branch above our heads, and the huge canopy of the tree was shaking, and it seemed that the wind was rising again, but when I looked closely, I couldn't feel the wind around me. Overhead, a brown python was swaying around another adjacent tree.