Buck wasn't unkind.

A man on the battlefield must sharpen his heart as hard as steel, otherwise how can he attack another human being? Otherwise, how can he shoot at a woman or child who has found a bomb? Otherwise, how can he keep the last pack of medicine for himself in the face of a large number of victims.

Mercenaries never talk about patriotism or collectivism, have no insurance and no pension, and rely on their own hard work to save their lives and limbs, which is what Buck has experienced since he stepped on the battlefield and lived to the present.

So 99% of the time, he will put guarding against danger in the first place, and the blood of other people's lives depends on luck and mood.

But this boy, who looked to be sixteen or seventeen years old, had been shot twice, had four or five broken bones, and half of his right ear was missing, and if he was left in this barren mountain with only the corpses of his family, he should have to wait for death, so Buck thought that he was going to go out anyway, so he put the boy on the back of the ox and waited until the town outside to be sent to the doctor.

But it took three days to walk in, and even if it didn't take a detour, it would take longer to get out, because the cow was walking too slowly!

Buck insisted on taking the cow with him because of the two decapitated horses!

The Burmese government army had to carry a large number of horses to suppress bandits and attack the rebels in such a mountainous area, otherwise it would be impossible to establish supplies and transport heavy equipment in such a jungle area, and in the past two days behind Mangkang and a few people, Buck has guessed more than once what the rising star of this golden triangle has been carrying for 15 years, drugs?

Therefore, for him, a person who does not have any pressure to survive in the wild, walking out of such a primeval jungle slowly can also effectively avoid the chaotic situation outside. It's just that he can't inform the person who should be notified, after all, the satellite phone that Lao Kuang gave him, and Buck also removed the battery and didn't dare to reveal his coordinate location, he couldn't trust anyone.

But the location of the two guillotine horses had not yet been found, and when he woke up the next morning, the boy was visibly delirious, with a high fever, a series of wounds such as gunshot wounds and broken bones, and the grief of losing his family, all of which brought the boy to the brink of collapse.

At this time, Buck has the leisure to heal people, just like how ordinary people pay attention to roadside dogs and kittens when they are busy, and now anyway, it is no big deal to walk slowly through the jungle, let go of the old cow pacing, go to find herbs by himself, and come back from hunting or something.

So the next night, when the boy finally woke up from his coolness, he was lying on a bed made of branches, by a bonfire, as if in memory it should be where his parents were sitting by the fire, and a burly figure squatted there grinding two stones against each other, and it should have been this somewhat harsh scraping sound that woke him up from his slumber.

As soon as the boy wanted to move, his whole body was in sharp pain as if he had fallen apart, and there was a sound from the branches, and Buck turned his head to look: "Awake?

The black boy had a hard time opening his mouth, and he nodded and shook his head reluctantly, this is not surprising, many mountain people in northern Myanmar have dealings with China or ethnic ties, saying that it may be difficult, but most of them are fine, just like the ethnic minorities in China.

Buck told him the bad news: "My neck hurts, and the gunshot wound grazed your vocal cords and trachea, but it didn't hit your spine...... Well, I don't understand it, anyway, you'll probably be a dumb person in the future. ”

The young man's face was dead, and it seemed that it didn't matter to him whether he was dumb or not.

Buck didn't persuade him, patted the powder on his hand and carried it over with a leaf, untied the bandages on the boy's neck and thighs, and smeared the powder from the dried pangolin scales on the wound, the neck was a penetrating wound, but there was still a bullet in the thigh, Buck didn't have the tools to take it, now stop the bleeding and recuperate, the pangolin piece is a good thing.

Then wrap it in a paste made of a variety of herbs, and then mix some pangolin powder and herbal water to give the boy an infusion: "Take your time, and eat when you can move......

He himself enjoyed eating barbecue and wild onion fried moringa beans, the taste was really fragrant, he was going to survive in the mountains, it was enough to bring some salt condiments, and other ingredients were so rich in the Southeast Asian rainforest, and there were two fruits to eat after the meal!

This is the typical backer.

The boy kept looking at the flickering bonfire in a daze, and Buck cleaned up himself and made a protective circle against snakes and insects before sleeping leisurely.

When I woke up the next day, I found that there was no one on the bed where the branch was leaning, and I followed the crawling marks on the ground to find out, and more than ten meters away, the boy was actually huddled with the cow.

Buck was not good at feeding cows, and found a few kinds of grass to ask the young man, so that he could signal with his eyes which kind of cow he liked to eat, and he made some vegetarian breakfast to eat, so he brought the animal oil boiled last night and led the old cow on the road.

The boy who woke up was still lying on his stomach with a strip of cloth tied to the thick cow's back, but under the sun, he could be more sure that the young man had lost much ambition to live, and Buck did not persuade him, this kind of pain of family destruction can only be understood by the person concerned, why didn't it take him months of walking time to slowly come out?

But today, following the GPS location and memory, Buck finally saw the location of the two decapitated horses!

Someone else, who might have been dead for three or four days, and who were stinking and rotting, could not hide from the two dead horses, but Buck happily tied the ox to a tree, untied his firearms, and took a machete and a stab to check the bag on the horse's back.

It was two piggybacks made of cowhide, each side was as big as a bucket, thick and hard, Buck was going to be curious to see what was inside, but the rotten corpse covered with mosquitoes and flies was too smelly, and Buck had to worry about taking away the cowhide pannier as a whole, so as not to destroy it, so he had to wrap his mouth and nose with a cloth towel, and took a lot of trouble to turn over the horse's carcass, only to barely take off four large barrels of cowhide bags, the young man lay on the back of the cow, and watched him squat and pound from a distance.

There is no arrogance of nailing Harley's leather bag, it is a thick cowhide made of nitrate, and then knotted with a leather rope, Buck thinks that this thing is a work of art, so he is more careful not to damage it, and carefully unravels and disassembles it, he originally guessed that there are no large multinational banks around, whether Mangkang is full of four bags of US dollars, and the things in front of him still show that he is a ** silk life, and he has never been a rich man at all, thinking that the emperor eats steamed buns every day with gold flats.

Each pack, underneath is a height of more than two palms, covered with gold bars!

The gold bar is wrapped into countless filled cushion bags with sponges, the small baby fist is big, and the big one is almost like a DSLR camera bag, if it weren't for these big heavy weights to pick up and obviously wrap things, Buck's stupid hat thought it was to prevent the gold bar from bumping the filler, and curiously opened a sponge bag wrapped with duct tape, a jade pendant as big as a puddle of water!

Four bucket-sized panniers, two-thirds of the space is filled with something like this!

Jade known as the king of jade!

Another name is Burmese jade, which is a specialty of northern Myanmar, and the best products collected by Mangkang for more than ten years here!

Those gambling jade, guessing the stones made out of the jade, are not as good as the top jade that has been created and shaped here!

Will a man like Mangkang, who has actually controlled northern Myanmar for more than ten years, bring parallel goods when he flees?

Just because Buck, a person who has never cared about studying jade, holds this pool of green water in the palm of his hand, and looks at the palm prints behind it, he feels very beautiful!

Go home and send my mother and girl!

This dirt bun really doesn't know the value of these things!