The feeling of waiting for time is very painful. Finally, the day of departure came.

The departure time was set for 10 o'clock in the morning, and we met at the station square as agreed. When I arrived, Lao Zhao and Song Jin were already there. Lao Zhao was dressed in dark casual clothes, while Song Jin was wearing a light-colored sportswear and a pair of white sneakers on his feet. The light color of the whole body makes the face even whiter, and it is still full of the atmosphere of a student.

The pit came the latest, and as soon as I got off the taxi, I ran over, full of embarrassment.

Seeing that everyone had arrived, Song Jin pointed to a few backpacks under his feet and said, "These are some ordinary equipment, we need to carry the train on our backs, and we will find a way when the rest arrives."

I looked at a couple of backpacks that weren't big, very standard. I picked one up and handed it to the pit, and I carried one on my back, and the weight was not very heavy.

Song Jin handed each of us a train ticket to Qiqihar City, Heilongjiang Province. Song Jin explained that he had planned to go to Hulunbuir in Inner Mongolia, but after thinking about it again, he decided to make plans after going to Qiqihar.

The train went all the way north, and I like to sleep with my head covered when I get on the train. So I prepared an eye mask in advance, and soon fell asleep in a daze after getting in the car. Lao Zhao kept his eyes closed and did not fall asleep. Song Jin didn't know where to get a book, and he looked more like a student when he read the book carefully. The most unstable thing is the pit, one look here, one look there. I went to Song Jin's side and read Song Jin's book, but after reading it a few times, I looked at other places, and I guess I couldn't understand it.

The train drove for more than a day before it reached its destination. As soon as I got out of the car, I had a feeling of prostration, and it was really not a wise choice to travel long distances, and by the way, I scolded Lao Zhao in my heart for not buying a sleeper. Qiqihar is geographically located to the north, and the city's name is derived from the Daur language, which means "frontier". It's close to the Frontier, but it's not really there. Because of the north, the temperature was relatively low, and we had to add a piece of clothing when we came all the way from the south.

Leaving the train station, we looked for a small guest house. It's the kind of hotel with a relatively remote location and a less obvious signboard. Walk up an iron staircase, turn in on the second floor, and enter the door of the guest house. On the right side of the door is the counter, and the proprietress sits in the back, watching TV with a cigarette in her mouth.

The pit stepped forward and called out to the eldest sister.

The proprietress looked up at a few of us and squeezed a few words out of her mouth.

"How many rooms?"

The pit was full of smiles, "Is there a suite?" ”

"No," the proprietress replied stiffly.

"What about Oma?" The pit did not give up and then asked.

"There are only two beds in the big room, how can you four men sleep?"

The pit looked back at me and said there was no way. At this time, Lao Zhao came over and said.

"Hostess, we are all here for tourism and it is convenient to stay in one piece. You see, if we don't pay more, you can add two beds. ”

After speaking, he handed over two hundred-yuan bills in his hand.

When the proprietress saw that she was rich, she immediately smiled.

"Oh, it's a tourist, welcome, welcome. I'll leave this to you, and you'll have to make it easier for guests from afar. ”

After that, the proprietress shouted behind her, and a thin man came out, probably the husband of the proprietress . The proprietress explained a few words to the man, and the man turned around to make arrangements.

I paid another 100 yuan for a large room, and the hostess took us to the room. The light in the corridor is very bad, the whole corridor is not wide, and there are some basins and mops and other things in a mess.

The room is said to be a large room, but it is not very big. Because of the addition of two beds, it seems more crowded.

As soon as the pit entered the house, he collapsed on the bed. shouted in his mouth: "Oh mom, I can see that I am in bed, and I won't sit on a hard seat in the future."

I sat down on the edge of his bed and teased, "Do you want to serve?"

"Come on, use your housekeeping skills."

I clamped my hand on the waist of the pit and gently pressed it a few times, and the pit screamed comfortably. When I saw him let his guard down, he pressed hard, and the pit snorted, so he got up from the bed, held the bed with one hand, rubbed his waist with the other, and said, "What kind of broken service are you, taking off your waist?"

We listened and laughed loudly, and the pit looked aggrieved.

After cleaning up for a while, Song Jin and Lao Zhao said a word and went out.

I asked Lao Zhao what Song Jin was doing, and Lao Zhao said that he was going to buy other equipment. I let out a sigh and turned on the broken TV in the room to watch it inadvertently. While watching TV and chatting with Lao Zhao, the pit fell asleep with his head covered, and after a while, there was a snoring sound.

After about half a day, Song Jin pushed the door and came in, still carrying two large bags in his hands.

As soon as he came in, he sat on the bed, grabbed the water cup and drank the whole glass of water. Lao Zhao saw Song Jin coming back and asked, "It's all right?" ”

Song Jin nodded, turned around and plugged in the door, put the two large bags on the bed and opened them.

The first thing to take out was the Luoyang shovel, a necessary thing for tomb exploration. I've only heard of it before, and today is the first time I've seen it. Next, Song Jin took out a few more sections of steel pipes, the steel pipes themselves are telescopic, as long as the steel pipes are pulled apart and gently rotated, the length will be doubled. The two ends of the steel pipe also take away the threads, which can connect multiple steel pipes together, and finally connect the Luoyang shovel shovel head at one end.

There are a total of eight flashlights, each of which has a spare one, and a spare battery is prepared. The flashlight itself is waterproof, and the spare battery is sealed with a plastic bag, which is very carefully considered. The strong flashlight has a strong ability to concentrate light, and it is far from a problem to shine 100 meters under normal conditions, so it can be said that it is a small searchlight.

The special super windproof match can be lit even in a strong wind. But I'm curious as to why not use a lighter. The windproof lighter also has a good windproof function.

Then came a military dagger. The dagger is about 30 centimeters long, wrapped in a leather case, and has a full sense of heaviness. One side is the blade, and the other side is the serration. I picked up a handful and made a few gestures, which was very easy.

What surprised me the most were the two pistols. The pistol is an imitation of the domestic 54 pistol. Although it is imitated, the appearance is still imitated. Song Jin said that this was all processed by some lathe workers themselves, and the shooting accuracy and range were not very good, and the bullets were limited, only more than 20 rounds. But it's better than nothing.

The sound of our talking woke up the sleeping pit. Seeing so much equipment, I couldn't help but be excited. In particular, I am particularly interested in imitation guns, and I have to fiddle with them when I hold them in my hand. Lao Zhao hurriedly held down the pit, this kind of gun is inherently unstable, if it fiddles all of a sudden, it hurts people, as long as it sounds, then our trip can be said to be exposed, isn't it that we die before we get out of the school.

After discussion, it was finally decided that these two guns would be used by me and Lao Zhao. Of course, the pit also participated in the vote, but it did not play a decisive role. Because he didn't get a gun, the pit looked unhappy.

We had a day of rest at the guest house that day, and the next day we found a black car and headed all the way north to Nenjiang. When the black car driver put us down, we turned around and ran all the way, and we stood on the street with a few large bags and small bags, and Song Jin was holding a map and looking at it with his face close.

There was a cigarette in the pit and a cigarette was sent to me and Lao Zhao. The pit leaned over to look at the map in Song Jin's hand, and as soon as Song Jin looked up, he hit the forehead of the pit, and both of them covered their heads for a long time.

From the map, we are already very close to the Great Khing'an Mountains, but we have to continue to the north. We decided to stay overnight in Nenjiang to replenish some food and continue our journey the next day.

Without further ado, early the next morning, a few of us got on a battered bus and made a bumpy ride to the countryside. I grew up in the plains, surrounded by houses and roads. It doesn't feel the same here. The road is very narrow, and you have to slow down and pull over when you merge cars. On both sides is the ground, and in the distance there are looming mountains.

The bus ended up in a small village, which was small and had just over twenty households. After getting off the bus, we did not stop at the village, but hiked towards the mountain forest.

Until it was getting dark, we didn't know how far we had gone into the woods. Before I knew it, I couldn't see the road clearly, and finally came across a small cabin in the middle of the forest.

There was a light on in the cabin and we decided to go over and have a look. The pit looked at the light reflected in the wooden house and said, "The wooden house in this place can't be a goblin, right?"

"Shut up, your monster lives in such a small house?" I cursed the pit, and a few people continued to move towards the cabin.

Lao Zhao stepped forward and knocked on the door, and footsteps sounded in the house. The first door to open was not the door, but a small door that opened next to it. A shotgun poked out of the door, and we couldn't help but feel nervous.

"Who?"

A man's voice came from inside the room.

"We are traveling to the mountains and forests, and we want to spend the night here" Lao Zhao's reply reminded me of Tang Seng's lines in Journey to the West. After listening to Lao Zhao's words, the shotgun was put back, and after a while, the door opened.

The man who opened the door was an old man in his fifties, dressed in a animal skin coat and carrying the shotgun in his hand.

The man invited us into the house, and we thanked us and sat down. Then the man closed the door inside.

It was warm in the room, and there was a fire in the middle, and the wood crackled. On the fire was a wooden shelf, on which hung an iron kettle, and the water in the pot made a sizzling sound.

We sat down around the fire, and the uncle poured a bowl of water for each of us. Once again, we are very grateful.

The uncle waved his hand and said, "You tourists are really, how can you go so far into the mountains and forests, if you get lost and encounter a wild beast, you will be fine."

We explained that since it was not a tour group, a few of us were just travel enthusiasts, so the route was arbitrary, so we came here.

The uncle nodded, "Don't go any further, it's very dangerous in the mountains and forests." ”

"Mountains and forests are not just trees, what is the danger of trees?" The pit replied.

"You're thinking too simply, there are beasts in the mountains." The uncle said as he added firewood to the fire.

"If the beast dares to come to a pair, I will dare to fight a pair!" The pit is not convinced.

The uncle glanced at the pit leisurely, "It's you, fight with your life." ”

The pit smacked his lips and couldn't speak.

We all laughed together. After talking, we learned that the uncle was originally from the Oroqen tribe and had lived here since he was a child. Later, many people in the village went to the big city, but the uncle was reluctant to leave, so he simply moved into the mountains and forests. He built this hut and made a living from hunting.

Knowing that we hadn't eaten yet, the uncle took out another large piece of roe deer meat rack and roasted it on the fire. We all walked on the mountain road for a day, and our stomachs had already sung about the empty city plan, smelling the smell of meat, and couldn't help swallowing saliva.

With a large bowl of baijiu, we ate all the meat, and a sense of satisfaction filled our bodies. Never felt like the food was so good.

After eating, we sat and continued to talk, and the cry of wild beasts came from the mountains and forests. Remembering the beast that my uncle had just mentioned, I asked what kind of beast was howling outside.

Uncle Oroqen told me it was a wolf howl. I've seen wolves, but this is the first time I've actually heard a wolf howl, and it's chilling.

Uncle Oroqen went on to say that this forest is called Yi Xinglin, and legend has it that in ancient times, there was a general of an ethnic minority who fought against the enemy here, because of the disparity in strength between the enemy and us, and the victory became more and more slim.

Later, a master approached the general and passed on tactics. The general then sent his troops to engage the enemy and led the enemy into the forest. The general then withdrew his army from the forest, and invoked a spell to turn the stars, and the enemy soldiers were trapped in the forest, and finally found no way out. Or die of starvation, or die of wild beasts. It is said that the miserable cries of soldiers trapped in the mountains and forests can still be heard every night.

Naturally, we can't believe all these mythical stories, but judging from this legend, there should have been a war here in history, and as for the protagonist and outcome of the war, it is difficult to verify. Unexpectedly, in this Yi Xinglin later, I almost lost my life, so I won't mention it here.

The pit interjected, "Then isn't this mountain full of human bones?" ”

Uncle Oroqen nodded and said, "If you want to say that there are human bones everywhere, too." In addition to these trapped soldiers, according to the elders, a large number of migrant workers who repaired the tomb were killed here. ”

Hearing Xiuling, a few of us secretly looked at each other, isn't it not far away?