Chapter Thirty-Four

  We hastily cleaned up the battlefield and planned to leave. Just in time, we caught up with that Yunnan guy, who wasn't one to show appreciation to people either, but he didn't hide his curiosity either, "What's your name?"

  That Yunnan fellow was as hardworking as the mountain people I've seen, carrying three guns and a knife without showing any fatigue, "Dong Dao."

  He died and glanced at the knife on that guy's back, a bit dumbfounded. "Uh... what does your brother know?"

  Dong Jian

  "...killed many people?"

  "That guy was a bit awkward, '...this is martial arts...haven't chopped anyone before, first time chopping.'"

  Facing someone with no sense of humor at all, I can only scratch my head and say something meaningless, "Are you going back to Sichuan soon?"

  "Enna."

  "Have a good trip."

  "Enna."

  I was delighted to see that the dead were speechless, and the dead also realized it, then looked at me with ill intentions, I immediately dodged.

  Dong Dao walked many times but didn't leave, just followed us around. Except when taking a bath, he always carried his younger brother's bones on his back. After several hours, we called him the Funeral Star.

  This ambush allowed more than 200 defeated soldiers to join us. Even among the defeated soldiers, there are strong and weak ones, with the strength measured by whether they dare to provoke the Japanese scouts. As a result, another 200 or so joined us on the second day.

  When they finally arrived at the Sino-Burmese border, there were nearly a thousand dead, considering that our army's organization was always empty inside and out, it can be said that he almost had a regiment.

  Our group of ambushers finally caught up with the main force, overtaking that bunch of bird people who had passed by earlier, and then falling in at the rear of our own troops. The dragon's gang kept glancing over at us, while we tried not to look at them.

  He's dead, he's dead! And then he started yelling at the person pulling in the rear: "Don't pull one more! You'll have one more corpse on your back, congratulations - you're one step closer to being a roadkill!"

  Within three meters, I awkwardly limped towards the front of the team with a clumsy posture.

  Apart from his troops, he also had a batch of die-hards, a group of young people who admired him with all their might and hadn't fought many battles - no, absolutely not including us, we've been through too many battlefields, people who have crawled out of piles of corpses one after another don't know what loyalty is.

  Dead, dead. Looking at the stele by the roadside, it indicates that there are still a few kilometers away from the Sino-Burmese border. He turned around and listened to the faint sound of artillery fire, which seemed to be chasing after him in the distance. Beside him was a group of children who were desperately trying to make themselves appear more iron-blooded and cold-blooded.

  I don't know if Yu Xiaoqing is really dead. But I see another Yu Xiaoqing, only we don't want to be the Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang behind him.

  I tried not to look at those kids, and just handed the binoculars to Della, pointing in a certain direction.

  Die, die, rushing in that direction, on the top of the distant mountains left behind us, we saw a few small human shadows, they were probably also watching us, with small flags fluttering on the gun muzzles - those were finally clever Japanese scouts.

  Both parties are at a loss for words, and it's all so tiresome that I don't even feel like looking at them anymore. "Shall we go somewhere you're familiar with?"

  "That mountain in front is China's mountain, located at the southwest border and called Nantianmen. Below Nantianmen is the Nujiang River, with a bridge named Xingtian Du. After crossing Xingtian Du, we arrived at Zanda." I paused for a moment, "The place where we came from."

  "It's also where I came from." After finishing speaking, he started shouting at everyone, "Don't drag one! Almost home! Iron rake Lis, get raking!"

  Most people have already gone ahead quickly and I am left alone, so we cheer up and turn around.

  Chapter Six

  As soon as we stepped onto our own land, our footsteps became much more relaxed, although we were still jokingly called "Iron Cudgel Li", at least from the pace, it no longer seemed like being chased by a ghost.

  This time, we were at the end of the line, slowly climbing up the mountain, while those in front had already begun their descent. As we moved forward slowly, we couldn't help but look at the woman by the side of the road - she was dirty and exhausted to the point where the child beside her, who looked around five or six years old, seemed much cleaner and more well-groomed than her. We looked at her for two reasons: firstly, because a member of the opposite sex naturally arouses our curiosity; secondly, because of the dead person lying beside her - an elderly man with white hair and eyebrows, who appeared to be from a relatively well-off family judging by his clothes, but had clearly struggled in life given the state he was in. He lay on the ground like the refugees we'd seen so many times before, with a bundle of clothes under his head, and it was clear to everyone that he was dead.

  "Passerby, who can help me mourn for my father-in-law? — Passerby?" the woman muttered.

  Not playfully poking my ribs, "passerby."

  "Get out. Get out." I said.

  "Who can help me mourn the loss of my father-in-law?" She muttered to herself for over ten seconds, but it seemed like she was just going through the motions, without any hope. She didn't look sad, but rather calm, yet we were all too familiar with grief to know that this was actually a sorrow that had long since passed its expiration date. Her child wasn't sad either, his bright eyes told us that he was normally not as quiet as this, and he looked at us like a small dog looking at a group of big dogs that he knew wouldn't be interested in him.

  An order was shouted down from the front of the queue, which had nearly a thousand people in it. The front of the queue was already out of sight. "Rest on the spot! Rest on the spot! Rest on the spot!"

  Slow-reacting guys, dizzy guys still have to bump into people in front of us. We squeeze and crowd down, at this time there are some overly curious ones, such as the goods that are not spicy - they are so tired but still curious. He walked towards the two men and one woman, two living people and one dead person.

  "Refugees? Chinese living in Myanmar? Running a business or studying at home? Looks like they're from a good family, dressed like that."

  The woman kept muttering: "Who can help me get rid of my father-in-law?"

  After being numb, the spiciness becomes very annoying. Some people only need one friend in their lifetime, no matter how they hit a wall, this friend will not let them crash. The spiciness is like a cut earthworm, crawling and muttering, trying to come up with another friend for itself.

  "Not spicy, can you give people some quiet?" Dr. Hao shouted at him.

  He doesn't look very pleasant now, others didn't intend to answer his question and he kept asking himself, it's that kind of person who uses the suffering of people they meet on the street as conversation topics. The woman obviously had the intelligence corresponding to her original family background, she understood this point, because of understanding, she simply didn't look at him, she spoke almost just because she was already used to the original rhythm, I don't know how long she has been waiting in this monotonous rhythm.

  "Where's your husband? Is he dead? Was he killed by the Japanese or the Burmese? And is this your father-in-law? He's quite something, able to make it this far. We met many on the road, but few can climb up to the South Heaven Gate..."

  I raised my voice and shouted at him: "Not spicy!"

  "What's going on?"

  "Come back!" Dr. Hao said.

  "I'm not tired."

  "Who cares if you're tired or not? You know you can't help, so just get back here!"

  "I accompanied her in conversation, quite pitiful." Not spicy, not planning to come back.

  Hao said: "There is a shovel. If you really pity her, then bury the person and let her go."

  "You're all worn out, where do I have the energy? Where are you going to go? Zen Da? She has food and a place to live!" Nuo La only planned to move her mouth.

  "What's most unnecessary now is your kind of sympathy that costs only a penny! The country is on the verge of collapse, and you think just sighing can justify yourself to heaven, earth, ruler, parents, and teachers?"

  Just then, Hao Shouyi, who was standing next to me, couldn't help but speak up for Bu Laogen, "Bu Laogen didn't even sigh...".

  "Hao Daoxue, shut up! - If you don't come back, I'll shoot you with my gun!" I wouldn't really fire the gun, but I pulled the bolt.

  Hao veterinarian blocked me, "You don't play with guns again."

  "Want to get it, want to get it." Not spicy said and returned very angrily, I'm now more careful, I first exit that bullet.

  But back to us, he immediately started broadcasting the news that we had just heard clearly and all of which was his one-sided talk. "She is an overseas Chinese, her whole family does business in Burma, they are quite well-off, but were messed up by the war. Her husband died, her father-in-law also died on the way to Nantianmen..."

  "Is this what you said or what she said?"

  "I've seen this kind of thing too many times. - Just take a look and you'll know what's going on." Don't talk nonsense.

  "I cut him off with words: 'Nobody wants to know what's going on.'"

  A lazy thinker may occasionally approach the truth, and she almost guessed eight or nine out of ten. Only two more points need to be added: her family - including her natal family and her husband's family - was destroyed by war within a week; her good family background also gave her a good education, and she is comparable to being well-read, actually she is one of the few who can read the essence of books into people's lives.

  We listened to the rumbling of the wheels, that broken pushcart on this long mountain road probably had its wheels deformed, but it couldn't withstand the manpower recruited by Old Brother Mí Lóng. From a distance, we could hear the cargo owner shouting like a foreman: "Add more strength! Add more strength! Kāng Yāo, you've got to hold on this time going downhill! You can still drive a car!"

  "Give me a car to drive." Kang Ya retorted.

  A burst of applause, the sound of slapping, Kang Ya's painful cry.

  We fell silent and turned our heads away.

  We understand the dragon, but he is still our shame.