I have seen these things with my own eyes, and after so many years, I still remember them vividly, and I often dream about them, which is the nightmare I fear the most, and I will often wake up.

In fact, I almost died when I crossed the Savage Mountain, and although I was a battalion commander at that time, under those extreme conditions, my treatment in all aspects was almost no different from that of an ordinary soldier. Because we belong to the vanguard, so the mortality rate is even higher alarmingly, the vanguard is equivalent to a guinea pig, you have to try to eat a lot of wild vegetables, wild mushrooms, so many people die of food poisoning, but also use illness, to find out what can be eaten and what can't be found out to the brothers behind.

But because the pristine forests of Savage Mountain obscured the sky and the sun, the light was very dim even in broad daylight, let alone at night. Therefore, even if two people are a few meters apart, they may not be able to see each other. Therefore, if you are not careful, it is easy to get separated from the troops and get lost in the vast primeval forest that does not see the light of day, so that you will die faster.

The terrible thing is that I got separated from the troops.

That day, I led a few soldiers who were already extremely tired to explore the way, and at first, I could still feel each other's side, but I was a little confused because of extreme exertion, and I only felt that my legs were moving, but my mind was blank. It was like falling asleep, until a monkey was frightened and let out a high-pitched cry, that I woke up suddenly.

I suddenly found that the brothers around me, for some time, had disappeared, and I shouted loudly, but no one answered, and when I shouted again, no one answered. The voice was hoarse, so that no one answered. At that time, it was impossible to distinguish between east and west in the dense forest, and I knew that the most terrible thing had happened, and I was separated from the troops.

My heart was beating wildly, and the fear of death made my legs weak. Can't I finally get out of this hellish mountain of savages? But I'm only in my twenties, and my parents are still there, so will I never see them again? I really didn't want to die, and at that time, I remember squatting on the ground, holding my head and crying bitterly.

After crying for a long time, I felt a little calmer. For some reason, in addition to thinking of our village and my parents, I also thought of the blind man in our village.

When I was recuperating in the village, it was because of his order that I was lucky enough to escape the round-up by the Japanese army. How I wish that at this critical moment of life and death, he will once again use his superhuman wisdom and insight to nudge me, so that I can escape from a desperate situation once again. But no, since he went up the mountain to hide from the Japanese army, no one in the village has seen him again, besides, how did he come to Savage Mountain, which is thousands of miles away?

Although it was impossible for the blind man to appear in front of me at that time, when I thought of him, suddenly a lightning bolt flashed in my mind, right, those books of the blind man, I am really confused, how can I forget those books of the blind man!

Since the blind man left, he has never returned to the village, and although the Japanese army has burned and killed in the village, because the place where the blind man lives is an extremely dilapidated house. There was no one, so the Japanese army was not interested in going in at all. When the Japanese army withdrew, the villagers who had taken refuge in the mountains returned to the village one after another, although the destruction of the Japanese army brought them endless pain, but with the passage of time, the village slowly returned to peace.

I also returned to the village, at first I was still afraid, afraid of the Japanese army coming again, always worried, and during the day I dared to walk on the edge of the cliff behind the village, while paying attention to the cliff, whether there was anything abnormal. At night, I secretly went back to sleep in a cave in the mountains. It wasn't until more than two months later, when the Japanese army never came to harass me again, that my heart slowly settled down.

To tell the truth, I always hoped that the blind man would come back quickly, and if he came back, I would feel very secure as if I had a backbone, so I had to go outside the blind man's house almost every day to see if he had returned, but every time I was disappointed. This went on for about two months.

One day, I suddenly felt the urge to go into his house and have a look. Although I used to come often, I was blind because I was there, so every time I came, I sat on a chair by the door for a while, and I didn't go into the back room. And now that there is no one in the house, and the blind man may never come back, I suddenly become very curious about the abode of this worldly master, and there may be some unexpected secrets in the house.

I picked up a rock and smashed the lock on the door open in a few clicks. I remember that it was already dusk, and the light in the house was very dim, because there was no one living in it for a long time, and the house smelled a little musty.

The outer room of the room was still furnished with a worn-out table and an equally worn chair on each side. The blind man usually met the fortune tellers who came to him here, and I often sat here and talked to the blind man occasionally.

What I'm curious about is the back room.

There was a rag curtain hanging at the door of the inner room, when I walked to the door of the inner room, my heart suddenly beat very fast, I swallowed my saliva hard, took a deep breath, opened the curtain, and looked in through the dim light, only to breathe a sigh of relief There was nothing special in it, there was a kang table on the broken kang, and there was a pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a stack of thick manuscripts on the kang table, I was very surprised, I thought, how can a blind man still write? Can he see it? Is he not blind at all? Just a disguise?

I walked over and took a few of the top sheets from the stack of manuscripts, and after a cursory glance, in the dim light, I found that the papers were covered with neat, clean, and vigorous letters.

I hurriedly put away all the manuscripts carefully and took them home to read carefully.

I don't know why, those manuscripts are all about how to survive in a special environment. When I read it at the time, I just thought that the things he wrote were more interesting, but I didn't know if it was practical or not. But what I didn't expect was that when I got lost in this dense forest, it was these manuscripts that saved my life.

I remember that the first thing in the manuscript was how to find water and food in the dense forest, which is the most basic need for human survival. For example, how can we find a safe source of water? In fact, the easiest way is not to find some instrument to test the water directly, but to trace the footprints and feces of some animals, and find their drinking water, which will be relatively safe to drink. In other words, since animals are fine drinking this water, if people drink it, it will not be too much of a problem.

The manuscript also tells such a story about the ancient army looking for water During the Warring States period, the State of Qi sent an expedition and conquered the country of Guzhu in one fell swoop. On the way back in triumph, it was the middle of winter, and the rivers and streams were all dry. Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers could not find drinking water, they were hungry and thirsty, and they were so sleepy that they could not continue the march. King Qi was so anxious that he gathered the generals to think of countermeasures. The minister Yin Peng said, 'I have heard that ants live in the north of the mountain in the summer and in the south of the mountain in the winter. There must be water near the ant's nest. Let the soldiers look for ant nests in the south of the mountain, and dig further down to find water. According to this construction, the king of Qi found a source of water.

So, when I realized that I was separated from the army, after a period of fear, despair, and pain, I slowly calmed down, and as the blind man said before, in the face of danger, I had to develop my potential.

I think the first problem was to solve the problem of drinking water, and by that time I was already crying out and thirsty, and I couldn't pour a drop of water out of the military kettle. I began to try to find water in the same way that the blind man's manuscript provided.

I first observed the monkeys' tracks and droppings, as monkeys are the most abundant and common in this rainforest. I tried to find such footprints and feces on the soft, muddy ground. Because the light in the forest was very dark, I had to hunch over and look hard at the ground for such marks, and finally, in an open field, I found a pond, which was undoubtedly where the monkeys came to drink, and I found a pool of relatively clear water, and slowly filled the military kettle. After the watering, my confidence in surviving suddenly increased a lot.

But what I really wanted to find was a kind of magical grass, which took up the most space in the manuscript of the blind man, and not only explained in detail the function of this grass, but also the shape and other appearance characteristics of this grass, and used a lot of words to describe it, and also accompanied it with pictures. So what kind of grass is this?

The manuscript says that this grass grows in the rainforest between Yunnan and Burma, and after eating this grass, the sense of smell immediately becomes as sensitive as that of a beast, and we know that the sense of smell of predators is very sensitive, for example, tigers can smell prey within a kilometer or two of their surroundings, and they rely on their sense of smell when they recognize the way, find water, and find food. Therefore, a sensitive sense of smell is very important for the survival and continuation of these animals.

After eating this miraculous grass, people can have the sensitive sense of smell of this animal for a certain period of time. When I saw this grass in the manuscript, I thought it was incredible, and I thought it should be made up or just a legend, but when I was in such a desperate situation, for some reason, I suddenly believed in the existence of this grass.

This grass grows in a very special environment, it is usually born under the "blacksmith tree", and it must be a "blacksmith tree" that is more than 50 years old. I do know the "blacksmith tree" because the wood of this kind of book is very hard, and many carpenters use this wood to make planers, which is very useful. It is all primeval forest, and there should be many blacksmith trees that are more than fifty years old.

I think it's ridiculous for me to spend my precious body to find this grass, because when you get lost in the forest, the body becomes very precious, because the body is the energy and opportunity for you to escape, but I use it to find this legendary grass! But as far as I know, the blind man was definitely a strange man, and his wisdom was unimaginably high for ordinary people, and when I recalled all his prophecies and his life-saving grace to me, I immediately denied my doubts and hesitations, and immediately began to look for that kind of grass.

In this way, with a strange feeling, I searched and searched in the forest, and at last, under a blacksmith tree twenty or thirty meters high, I saw the kind of grass described in the blind man's manuscript.