The Secret Art of Refining the Dead: The Walking Corpse File

Chapter 141 The team member who died suddenly

When I came here before, the original plan was to say that if you encounter a corpse, it is best to take it back, but we are short of manpower now, so naturally it is impossible to take it back.The weak chicken chop pulled the rotten leaves around, and soon, the rest of the skeleton was exposed, and the outside of the skeleton was wrapped in a layer of rotten cloth, which should be rotten clothes.

Everyone looked at the corpse covered in black mud silently. Back then when hundreds of thousands of expeditionary troops entered Burma to deal with the Japanese, there were only a few Japanese. What they relied on was the advanced weapons and equipment in their hands. There were only a few Japanese , Our army paid more than 20 casualties before it won the victory.

It is not so much a victory as it is a sea of ​​people tactics, using blood and flesh to drive the Japanese away.

These loyal souls just died in a foreign land and slept deep in the primitive jungle of a foreign country. At this time, I don’t know how others feel, but I feel that there is a heavy weight in my heart, and there is a faint feeling in my mind. In some scenes, a group of wounded soldiers, supporting each other, walking in the vast primitive jungle in the gust of wind and rain, finally fell down one after another, their bodies were eaten by insects and ants, covered by fallen leaves, spring and autumn came , day after day, year after year...

Although Song Qiaoming was very filial to his grandfather, he also knew that we were short of manpower, and it was impossible to bring back every skeleton we saw, so he said, "Let's dig a hole and bury it." We found a relatively high terrain, and Song Qiaoming, Shunzi, and Yang Ge were in charge of digging.

I, Zhou Xuanye and the weak chicken were responsible for cleaning out the bones. As for Tan Ren, he didn't do anything, just watched from the side with a very vigilant expression.I dug, and suddenly found that there was more than one skeleton under the fallen leaves, because another human leg bone was exposed beside it.

Zhou Xuanye and I looked at each other, and immediately continued digging in the direction of the man's leg bones. Unexpectedly, we couldn't stop after digging. Our cleaning work lasted for four or five hours. A circular area of ​​about 20 meters was cleared by us.

Under these areas, there are all human bones covered in black mud. Standing in this large mass of bones makes people feel shocking.Along with the exposed bones, many guns were also exposed. At that time, the Chinese army did not have so many weapons. Because of the cooperation with the British, the other party sent us some weapons.

But at that time, not every soldier could be equipped with weapons. After all, there were too many people, so there were some things like big knives.There is a lot of coercion here, that is to say, those who died here should be the elite troops of our army.

Finally, after a detailed count, there were as many as 30 people, of whom more than a dozen were armed with guns.This place is the border of Savage Mountain. This group of people is the elite of the expeditionary force. They have weapons in their hands, but they have not been able to leave Savage Mountain alive.

I looked at it and suddenly felt a little strange.

Song Feng's small team was wiped out in the end, which has something to do with their physical condition and equipment.But the team of 30 people in front of us has more than a dozen guns, and has already reached the edge of Savage Mountain, and is about to leave the most dangerous area of ​​the entire Yunnan-Burma jungle. But why did they die collectively? here?

Even if they were exhausted, they should have fallen one by one, slowly falling behind and dying, not thirty or so people, they should have died here collectively.

Thinking about it this way, I expressed my doubts. When the weak chicken heard it, as if reminded by me, he touched the gas mask on his face and said, "It's really not right when you say that. Die here?"

Song Qiaoming explained: "It should be a sudden death."

sudden death?

Everyone looked at him in unison, Song Qiaoming looked very serious, and talked about some experiences that Song Feng told him.Sudden death is a very common phenomenon in the expeditionary army. Physical illness, overloaded exhaustion, hunger, or collective poisoning, often many people wake up from sleep and find that several comrades have died around them.

Such a scene happened when Song Feng and his group had hundreds of people.About one hundred of them found a cliff to shelter from the rain during the heavy rain. In order to march and get out of the jungle as soon as possible, their rest time is usually only four or five hours, and the rest is non-stop walking.

It rained for a long time, so it was rare for everyone to rest for a long time.Out of a hundred or so people, when they woke up after the heavy rain, only 60 people could stand up, and the remaining 40 people all died in their sleep.

It's like some people who stay up too late, it's okay if they don't sleep, but once they fall asleep, they may never wake up again. This is sudden death.

Of course, those guys didn’t have any equipment to detoxify poisonous insects, and many people were bitten by poisonous insects in their sleep. Some poisonous insects with relatively high toxicity died within ten minutes after being bitten by poisonous insects. Without knowing it, when I woke up the next day, I could only see a dead body covered in bruises.

Song Qiaoming estimated that these [-] or so people would die here collectively, and [-]% of them died suddenly overnight.

After what he said, Brother Yang suddenly said: "That's right, you see, they are arranged very neatly. It is obvious that someone moved their bodies after death." While speaking, he went to check the guns again. Except, none of these guns had bullets in them, and there were basically problems with more than a dozen guns.

Under the circumstances at that time, comrades-in-arms died, and they had no ability to dig a pit to bury them. Most of the corpses were visited and straightened, and they were covered with broad-leaved plants such as banana leaves.And because the weapons are precious, most of the weapons will be taken away, except for scrap products.

Obviously, this group of people was obviously more than 30 people at the time. It should be said that it was a relatively large team. After resting overnight, more than 30 comrades in arms died suddenly.They arranged the more than [-] comrades in arms neatly, and perhaps covered them with banana leaves. Then, they replaced the useful guns, and then continued on the road.

And these 30 people will always be here.

Originally we thought that there was only one person, so we planned to dig a hole to bury it, but now there are too many people, and the previous small hole naturally didn’t work. Now our group started to dig the hole collectively, and we didn’t dig out the hole until sunset that afternoon. A big pit.

We wrapped the bones in their clothes, put them in one by one, and then filled them with soil and buried them again.The Chinese pay attention to the safety of the soil, we cannot take their bones back, and these are the only things we can do now.

A new tomb was born in the jungle of Yunnan and Burma. Song Qiaoming cut down the tree trunk, carved a tombstone with a dagger and stuck it in. He wrote: The tomb of the heroes of the Chinese Expeditionary Army. .

Because it was too late, we camped not far from the cemetery. After digging a hole for a day, we were really tired. Everyone ate and rested. After sleeping until dawn, we continued on our way.After four or five days, no matter how good the equipment was, my feet couldn't take it anymore. Not to mention my legs were swollen for two days, and the soles of my feet were also worn out with blisters. Now the blisters have burst one by one, and walking is no longer painful.

Song Qiaoming and I are the most retarded. Although Song Qiaoming used to be a soldier, he has been pampered and pampered all these years, and he is no longer as brave as he used to be.In my words, this is a completely ordinary person, without relevant training, and he is also limping at the moment.

Zhou Xuanye led Ruoji and others to walk ahead. Song Qiaoming and I supported each other, looked at each other, and smiled wryly.

Although I really wanted to persevere, when it was past one o'clock in the afternoon, I couldn't hold on any longer. Every time I took a step, the soles of my feet felt as if they were being scratched by the road. I sat down quickly and said, "I can't do it, my feet can't stand it. "While speaking, I took off my shoes and socks, and my feet smelled horrible.

When Zhou Xuanye saw it, he couldn't help but frowned, and said, "Forget it, let's not rush so fast, and rest for two hours."

In fact, the reason why we left in such a hurry was mainly because Song Qiaoming was urging him. Mr. Song Feng was similar to Wang Zehai's mother, and his health was getting worse day by day, so Song Qiaoming also seemed very anxious about this matter.

I knew he was anxious, so I said, "Brother Zhou, you don't need to rest for so long, I'll apply some medicine and bandage it up."

Tan Ren on the side pinched his nose, and suddenly said: "Your feet stink."

I couldn't help but want to swear when I heard it, and I thought I was ashamed to think I was stinky, since I entered the Burma jungle, I didn't see what kind of life we ​​lived, let alone taking a bath, and I didn't even wash my feet.Naturally, there is water in this jungle, but we didn't deliberately look for it. We still have drinking water. We can't take a detour just to wash our feet, right?They are all old men, and they are not so particular at all.

I do stink, but the rest of us aren't much better either.

Besides, they are all wearing gas masks, where can the smell go?This is intentional!

(End of this chapter)