When I came here before, the original plan was that if I encountered a corpse, it would be better to bring it back, but now that we are short of manpower, it is naturally impossible to bring it back. The weak chicken chop pulled the rotten leaves around it, and soon, the rest of the bones were exposed, and the outside of the bones was still wrapped in a layer of rotten cloth, which should be rotten clothes.

Everyone looked at the bones covered with black mud in silence, hundreds of thousands of expeditionary forces entered Burma to deal with the Japanese, how many people did Japan have, they relied on the advanced weapons and equipment in their hands, just so few Japanese, our army paid more than 200,000 casualties to achieve victory.

It was not so much a victory as a crowd tactic, using blood and flesh to drive the Japanese away.

At this time, I don't know what others feel, I only feel that there is a heavy thing pressing in my heart, and some pictures emerge in my mind, a group of wounded soldiers, supporting each other, walking in the vast primeval jungle in the storm, and finally falling down one after another, the body is eaten by insects and ants, covered by fallen leaves, spring goes to autumn, day after day, year after year......

Although Song Qiaoming was very filial to his grandfather, he also knew that we were not manpowered, and it was impossible to really bring back every corpse we saw, so he said, "Let's dig a pit and bury it." "The rest of the people are meaningless, we found a relatively high terrain, and Brother Yang of Song Qiaoming Shunzi is responsible for digging the pit.

Zhou Xuanye and I and the weak chicken were responsible for cleaning up the bones, but as for Tan Blade, he didn't do anything, he just watched from the side, looking very vigilant. I dug and suddenly found that there was more than one corpse under the fallen leaves, because there was a human leg bone exposed next to it.

Zhou Xuanye and I glanced at each other, and immediately continued to dig in the direction of the man's leg bone, who knew that this digging would not stop at all, and our cleaning work was carried out for four or five hours, and finally, a circular area with a diameter of about twenty meters was cleared out by us.

Under these areas, there are all human bones covered with black mud, and standing in this large area of bones is shocking. Along with the bare bones, many guns were also exposed, at that time, China* did not have so many weapons, because of cooperation with the British, so the other side sent us some weapons.

But at that time, not every soldier could be equipped with weapons, after all, there were too many people, so there were some big knives and other things. There is more coercion here, that is, those who die here should be the elite units of our army.

In the end, I counted in detail, and there were as many as 30 people, including more than 10 people with guns. This place is the border of the Savage Mountain, and this group of people is the elite of the expeditionary force, they have weapons in their hands, but they have not been able to leave the Savage Mountain alive.

I looked at it and suddenly felt something strange.

Song Feng's small team was wiped out in the end, which had something to do with their physical condition and equipment. But the group of thirty people in front of us has more than a dozen guns, and they have already reached the edge of the Savage Mountain, and they are about to leave the most dangerous area of the entire Yunnan-Burma jungle, but why did they die here en masse?

Even if the physical strength is exhausted, it should fall down one by one, slowly fall behind and die, it shouldn't be the thirty-somethings, and die here en masse.

Thinking about this, I expressed my doubts, and when the weak chicken heard it, as if reminded by me, he touched the gas mask on his face and said, "When you say that, it's really wrong, why did you all die here?" ”

Song Qiaoming explained: "It should be sudden death. ”

Sudden death?

Everyone looked at him in unison, Song Qiaoming's expression was very heavy, and he talked about some of the experiences that Song Feng had told him. Sudden death is a very common phenomenon in the expeditionary force, physical diseases, overload, exhaustion, hunger or collective poisoning, often many people sleep and wake up, they will find that several comrades have died around them.

When Song Feng's gang still had about 100 people at that time, that kind of scene happened. In order to march, in order to get rid of the jungle as soon as possible, their rest time is generally only four or five hours, and the rest is to keep walking.

It rained for a long time, so it was rare for everyone to rest longer. There were more than 100 people, and when they woke up after the rainstorm, only 60 people could stand up, and the remaining 40 people all died in their sleep.

This is like some people who stay up too late, it's okay not to sleep, but once they sleep, they may never wake up again, which is sudden death.

Of course, that guy didn't have any equipment to repel poisonous insects, and there were many people who were bitten by poisonous insects in their sleep, and some poisonous insects with greater toxicity died after stinging people for more than ten minutes, and the people who fell asleep around them didn't know at all, and when they got up the next day, they could only see a bruised corpse.

Song Qiaoming estimated that these thirty or so people would die here collectively, and eighty percent would also die suddenly overnight.

After he said this, Brother Yang suddenly said: "That's right, you see, they are arranged very neatly, and it is obvious that someone has moved their bodies after death." As he spoke, he went to check the guns again, and without exception, none of them had bullets in them, and there were more than a dozen guns, all of which were basically problematic.

Under the circumstances, when the comrades died, they simply did not have the ability to dig pits and bury them, and most of them visited the corpses and covered them with broad-leaved plants such as banana leaves. And because of the preciousness of weapons, most of them will also take them with them, except for scrap items.

Obviously, this group of people, obviously more than 30 people at that time, it should be said that it was a relatively large team, after a night of rest, more than 30 comrades-in-arms died suddenly. They lined up the thirty or so comrades in a neat line, perhaps covered with something like banana leaves, and then swapped out the useful guns and continued on the road.

And these more than 30 people are forever here.

Originally, we thought that there was only one person, so we planned to dig a pit and bury it, but now there are too many people, and the previous small pit naturally does not work, so we began to dig a pit collectively until sunset that afternoon, and then dug a big pit.

We wrapped the bones in their clothes, put them in turn, and then filled them with earth and buried them. The Chinese are very particular about peace, and we can't bring back their bones, and these are the only things we can do now.

A new tomb was born in the jungle of Yunnan and Burma, Song Qiaoming cut down the trunk of the tree, carved a tombstone with a dagger and inserted it, and wrote: The tomb of the martyrs of the Chinese Expeditionary Force, next to the small carving of the number of people, and then into the front of the grave.

Since it was too late, we set up camp not far from the mound, and after digging a pit for the day, we were really tired, so we all ate and rested, and when we slept until dawn, we continued on our way. In the past four or five days, no matter how good the equipment is, the feet can't stand it, not to mention the swollen legs for two days, and the blisters on the soles of the feet have also grinded out, and now the blisters are broken one by one, not to mention how painful it is to walk.

Song Qiaoming and I are the most behind, although Song Qiaoming used to be a soldier, he has been pampered and pampered all these years, and he is no longer brave. I'm a thorough ordinary person, and without relevant training, I'm limping at this time.

Zhou Xuanye led the weak chickens and others to walk in front, and Song Qiaoming and I supported each other, glanced at each other, and smiled bitterly.

Although I really wanted to persevere, but by one o'clock in the afternoon, I couldn't hold on, and with every step, the soles of my feet felt as if they had been scraped by the road, so I quickly sat down and said, "No, my feet can't stand it." As I spoke, I took off my shoes and socks, and my feet smelled a little miserable.

When Zhou Xuanye saw it, he couldn't help frowning, and said, "Forget it, let's not be in such a hurry and rest for two hours." ”

In fact, the reason why we are in such a hurry is mainly because Song Qiaoming is urging him tightly, that old man Song Feng is almost the same as Wang Zehai's mother, and his body is not as good as day by day, so in this matter, Song Qiaoming also seems to be very anxious.

I knew that he was anxious, so he said, "Brother Zhou, you don't have to rest for so long, I'll rub some medicine and bandage it." ”

Tan Jian on the side pinched his nose, and suddenly said: "Your feet stink." ”

I couldn't help but want to burst into foul language, and said in my heart that I was embarrassed to think I stink, and since I entered the Yunnan-Burma jungle, I didn't look at what kind of life we were living, let alone take a bath, and I didn't even wash my feet. There is naturally a water source in this jungle, but we didn't deliberately look for it, and we still have drinking water, so we can't take a detour just to wash our feet, right? They are all big men, and they are not so particular at all.

I do stink, but the rest of us are no better.

Besides, they are all wearing gas masks, where can they stink? This girl did it on purpose!