"Changing of the guard!"
"Changing of the guard."
After half a night's sleep, we all started to get up from the ground to urinate. All the people in the battalion lay down in the same position where we had just been.
It was late at night, and even the smoke in the distance turned out the lights.
Zhencheng took out the hatchet from his waist, dug out a bamboo shoot in the forest and peeled it. After peeling it, he handed it over to me: "Boss."
I didn't answer: "I'm not hungry."
Zhencheng ate the bamboo shoots raw in front of me, and he ate them with gusto.
"Tell the brothers not to shoot for a while."
"good."
"After you finish this matter, you go to Mengmao."
"good."
"Hang yourself in Mengmao."
"good……"
Zhen Zhen, who was gnawing bamboo shoots with his head down, suddenly raised his head and looked at me with wide eyes.
And I smiled evilly and slapped the back of his head with my hand: "Everything is fine, you are not afraid that one day I will kill you."
Only then did Zhencheng realize that it was a joke, he smiled and scratched his head: "Didn't I sell my life to you a long time ago?"
I hugged Cheng Zhen and said, "Yes, when we first met, I almost got chopped in half by your kid with a hatchet."
"Boss, you remember wrongly. You were holding a knife in the cave and trying to hack me. As a result, you fell down with a fever and passed out."
"Nonsense, it was obviously you who cut me..."
Why can’t I remember clearly what happened at that time?
I only remember that Zhencheng was holding a knife and wanted to chop me. I have no memory of wanting to chop him. Could it be that my memory can really be tampered with? Tamper with it the way we want it and then keep it?
I don't know and I don't want to know.
Dahei came over. He used the translation software on his mobile phone to translate what he wanted to say into Chinese and handed it to me. It read: "Do you want to do something? I heard those people whispering something in private."
I gave Zhenli a look, and translated sincerely and said: "They are saying that you are a rookie, boss. When others are on duty, you stand guard while everyone else sleeps. At most, there are only a few left in the camp. You are better off, half of them sleep and half of them sleep." People stand guard.”
I smiled and shook my head at Dahei.
I worked as a blue coder, and I know best when people get sleepy at night. I still remember when I was fighting with the workers on the construction site after leaving the prison. By three or four o'clock in the middle of the night, one of the farmers was already sleepy and kept going out. I was a landlord at the time when I was playing cards against their group, and the one who gave me fun had already finished laughing.
In my memories, I gradually looked into the distance, and then slowly let myself go as the stars twinkled in the sky. I didn't even realize that the sincerity and darkness around me had disappeared.
Buzz!
Buzz!
When the phone in my pocket started to vibrate at 03:45 in the morning, I quickly took it out and turned off the alarm. I set an alarm that would vibrate and ring, so that's why it vibrated first.
Then I turned around and just stood up. A hatchet flashed in the moonlight and slashed the neck of the sleeping green soldier lying on the ground - poof!
The sound of the blade entering the flesh was so clear, and after a stream of blood spurted out, the greenskin soldier next to the man who was slashed woke up, opened his eyes and asked: "What are you doing!"
Zhen Zhen replied with a sneer: "Have you never seen murder?"
puff!
He didn't even say a second sentence. Four or five figures rushed towards the group of green-skinned soldiers lying on the ground. They all had knives in their hands, but the knives were of different shapes. This group of people would When a person is pressed to the ground and stabbed with a knife, he almost always covers his mouth with one hand and stabs him with the knife in the other hand.
Dahei was much more elegant. He started from the top of the green soldier's head, covered the opponent's mouth, and stabbed the opponent's heart cleanly with a knife in his hand.
The remaining black people were similar, but none of them chose to cut their throats, because after cutting their throats, they would have to flop around.
When the dozen or so people lying on the ground gradually became silent, I said: "Hurry and bury them. Dig a hole and bury them in the blood-stained soil."
I don't want to destroy the body and eliminate all traces. In this deep mountain and old forest, I can't destroy the corpse and eliminate traces. What I'm afraid of is that when the smell of blood dissipates, some big beast from the mountains will be attracted. When the time comes, I will have to shoot even if I don't want to.
In Mengmao, an unfamiliar place, it's better not to cause trouble.
After the body was disposed of, I said sincerely: "Put on your Wa clothes and go hire some drivers to take the car away."
Sincerely turned around and left. At that moment I asked: "Wait a minute, do you have any money in your pocket?"
He asked with a sincere smile: "Boss, do you still want the car?"
I laughed.
Sincerely walked down the mountain, followed by four or five brothers from their village.
At this time Dahei came over and asked: "What should we do next?"
I looked at him, and after replying "wait" on my phone, I took advantage of the dim sky to look at the distant sky.
Only the town that gradually becomes brighter can make my heart feel a little lighter.
In my sight, five white vans drove towards Mengmao. I knew that sincerity would definitely make people suspicious in the eyes of interested people, but so what?
We have no plans to do anything in Mengmao, let alone stay here. I don’t believe that the head of Mengmao will relate this matter to Lao Qiao, who is at odds with the Wa State.
Half an hour later, a bus suddenly appeared. It was about five o'clock in the morning. When I saw this bus, I smiled.
Sincerity has also grown up and even thought about how to go back for me.
"Go down the mountain."
The moment I took Dahei and the others down from the mountain after carrying their equipment, the bus stopped by the roadside. In the grass, there was also a corpse with four or five bloody holes stabbed in the chest. I thought , he should be the driver of the bus.
We have not gone to the front line where the Myanmar Army and the Kokang Army are in a stalemate, and we will not go to the front line.
Going to the front line to make a fuss is the most advantageous situation for Lao Qiao, but it is not for me.
He doesn’t want the Wa State to fall apart, but I don’t see anything bad about the Wa State falling apart. Even after I return to Meng Neng, I will act like I’m going to fight to the death. However, the premise is that I have to Can return to Meng Neng.
At the junction of Mengmao and Menneng, Zhencheng took us into the woods again. This time he led me to completely avoid all the defenses of the first battalion. At Mengmao, he drove straight to the border with the country and fought. Walk through the mountain in the other direction.
I believe that Lao Qiao will not set up defenses here. After all, the place bordering our country is the safest place in the world.
And neither Yangrong nor Burea would think that I would have the guts to come back at this time!
Old Qiao, it's time for you to tell me what's on your mind, if you still have it.
Thanks to brother 'ljx73' for tipping again!
(End of chapter)
