Although China occupied many major cities in northern Vietnam in just one month in the war, many soldiers still died in the battlefield, and a few companies lost their alliance and fought alone. Today, I don’t know exactly where they fell.
Fortunately, the Qin brothers were assigned to the same company, but once their company was destroyed because the soldiers in charge of Taiwan stepped on mines, machinery and equipment, and all the major troops were lost. In a heavy rain, they were tough and ruthless, and Vietnamese soldiers had an encounter. After some fierce fighting, the whole company was left with seven good people.
The rest of these people wander in the jungle all day and don’t know the specific direction, let alone whether they are in Vietnam or China. But survival can tell them that they must walk or they will die in the jungle.
Suddenly, one day, this group of soldiers found a small village in a deep ravine, and the village didn’t seem to have been invaded by the war. It is estimated that there were only a dozen families, Qin’s second brother and his soldiers, who didn’t dare to rashly enter the village because it was most likely that the Vietnamese set a trap in their eyes. After all, during the Vietnam War, Vietnamese militia organizations were sometimes more difficult to deal with than the Vietnamese regular army. Many soldiers would rather die than fall into the hands of Vietnamese, because Vietnamese abused prisoners of war, which is almost world-famous.
However, after many days of investigation near the village, the Qin brothers found nothing unusual. At first glance, the villagers were very simple, and at first glance, they were no different from other remote mountain villages in China. Sometimes, they overheard residents talking and found that they were not speaking Vietnamese, so the Qin brothers entered the village with confidence.
Although the Qin brothers always held their hands high to show their hostility when they entered the village, they still caused a stir among the villagers. The young men in the village came out and surrounded them. Of course, the Qin brothers were not afraid of them. They thought that even if the villagers were tough and had guns in their hands, they were not afraid of them, but after all, they didn’t want to cause bloodshed. What the soldiers wanted most was to return home safely.
After a stalemate between the two groups for a while, an old man with the appearance of a village head appeared in front of them. The old man’s head was wrapped in a blue headscarf and Hu Baihua took a bite. Several of them froze there and listened to the old man saying that although Chinese was not standard, he could barely understand it, which probably meant "from afar".
Qin Guiren has the highest rank in the company, so he came out and replied, "Old man, we are the anti-Vietnamese People’s Liberation Army. We have lost our association. You can get some dry food here. I hope you can show us a way out of the forest."
To Qin Guiren’s surprise, people in this village didn’t even know who the PLA was. They asked, "Are you a foreigner but a Han Chinese?"
Qin Guiren they nodded, the village chief wanted to think and let them stay.
The village is full of shabby huts, and Qin Guiren and others have been arranged together in a larger house. The whole village looks very backward and has extremely low productivity. Some children look very deformed, probably because of intermarriage, but other than that, it seems that there is nothing special about him.
However, Qin Guiren and others soon discovered that the strangest thing about this village is that all the utensils in the whole village, such as pots and pans, are made of bronze, and their drinking cups are actually three-legged bronze bottles, that is, we often see the pre-Qin nobles drinking three-legged cups in the drama.
Qin Guiren has a high rank and received some good education. He saw at a glance that these cups are absolutely serious. Although the bronze bottles are still bright in appearance and have not received any serious damage, judging from the touch and feel, the age of these bronze bottles is definitely a thousand years.
A thousand years ago? Thousands of years ago, the bronze bottle was returned to an unknown village in the border area of Yunnan, China, and it is already incredible to continue to make this thing happen.
Qin Guiren quietly took a bronze bottle and hid himself because he somehow felt that this village might be hiding some great secrets.
That night, the village chief called Qin Guiren to his room and asked, "A distant guest can stay here for a few days. After three days, someone in the village will go to the north, and then you can go back with them."
Qin Guiren promised to come and went back to his residence, but he also strictly warned him that soldiers should not let their guard down because Qin Guiren always felt that the villagers had some strange feelings.
What happened three days later was that Qin Guiren never thought that on the third night, the whole village was crying. The Qin brothers and others went out to see that the old village head was dead.
Chapter 19 Thirty years ago (2)
The death of the old village head is more bizarre than sudden.
Qin Guiren was puzzled by this, because when they came to this village, the old village head looked a little old, but he was still hale and hearty. Why did he die in just three days?
Qin Guiren remembered what the old village chief had said to him that night, and intuitively told him that the old village chief seemed to have foreseen his death before telling him that someone in the village would go north and take them out of the mountain forest three days later.
It is said that many old people can foresee their time on their deathbed. Is this true?
Of course, this speculation is untenable after all, but if all this is just a dramatic coincidence, it seems unreasonable and unreasonable. Qin Guiren did not tell the soldiers what the old village chief had told him, because everyone who had led troops to fight knew that some things could not be disclosed to the soldiers at will, which would probably lead to unstable morale. At that time, these soldiers had already realized that the large-scale war might have ended. At this moment, all of them were in anxious to return, and they were already wandering in the mountains. After many days of hunger and panic, I am already very anxious. If there are villagers who can take them back to the northern motherland in three days, there is naturally no need to hide this good news. However, if things suddenly change, Qin Guiren’s prestige among this group of soldiers is bound to be greatly reduced. Qin Guiren is very clear about this.
That night, the whole village almost slept all night. Men, women and children came to mourn the body of the old village head, and some villagers also made a mysterious ceremony for the old village head all night.
Those strange rituals are not common requiem rituals, but more like an ancient ancestor sacrifice ceremony.
Qin Guiren paid their respects and followed them outside for a whole night, hardly sleeping.
The ceremony was very long, from midnight to the next morning. I, a narrator here, can’t embellish it at will, nor can I make some detailed descriptions, but I can give a general idea.
The most worthwhile thing is that after the death of the old village head, the villagers brought a huge coffin from nowhere. The shape is different from the common wooden coffin, but similar to the rectangular sarcophagus before the Han Dynasty 2.
The whole coffin gives people the first impression that it has some old faces and even a thin layer of dust, as if it had just been dug out of the ground.
Qin Guiren was curious and wondered if the villagers had become so poor that they had to repeat the benefits of such dead things as coffins.
It was also out of strong curiosity that Qin Guiren stepped forward and walked away. He saw the coffin style clearly and immediately gasped.
Seeing that the coffin is completely black and blue, it is about two meters long and half a meter wide, and there are countless totem runes carved like Xiangyun. From a distance, it looks like a painting, but from a close look, it looks like some unknown words. Of course, what really surprises Qin Guiren is not the coffin pattern but the coffin material-it turned out to be a bronze coffin.
The villagers first put the body of the old village head in the bronze coffin, and then put some unknown herbs like tobacco leaves in the coffin before covering the bronze coffin.
After the bronze coffin was covered, six strong young men came, a wooden lifting frame lifted the bronze coffin, put a firewood surface, and then an older lady lit a fire. Strangely, the firewood seemed to have been soaked in water or his liquid before, but it didn’t really burn, but a billowing ash smoke came out. Looking closely, it seems that a small amount of charcoal was put into the firewood, which is slowly roasting the bronze coffin.
Qin Guiren’s cooking soldiers couldn’t help saying, "I don’t think this is a slow stew. You have to add water or you’ll be dry."
Qin Guiren gave him a look back and motioned him not to talk casually, because it was probably a custom of the local villagers, and it was not fun to make fun of other people’s customs at random in the wild mountains.
So they quietly looked at what was happening in front of them, and no one said another word.
I don’t know how long it took before the firewood stopped smoking, and the charcoal in it didn’t seem to have much heat, but the bronze coffin didn’t respond. It still looked cold.
Suddenly, Qin Guiren found the bronze coffin strange. I don’t know when there was a gap in the bronze coffin lid, but there was really white smoke. It was not as good as the gray smoke that choked my eyes just now. On closer inspection, it was found that these smoke not only came from the gap in the coffin lid, but the whole bronze coffin seemed to be smoking white smoke outward, as if those smoke could easily penetrate the bronze coffin.
At this time, the young people in the village actually danced a strange dance around the huge bronze coffin. The villagers’ steps were stiff like a group of zombies walking around the coffin
After jumping for a while, the villagers knelt in a circle around the bronze coffin, leaving a place around it. When the old lady who just lit the fire walked into the circle from there, she murmured something and didn’t know what to say, but if it weren’t for stupidity, you could guess that she must have recited some spells and things.
The mantra is sometimes high and sometimes low, which sounds like whispering and sometimes muttering angrily. Qin Guiren and others almost fell asleep when they listened, but suddenly there was a movement in the bronze coffin when they were confused.
Suddenly, the whole village, including Qin Guiren, held their breath as if something terrible was about to happen, and the old lady no longer chanted curses at the moment, but knelt in front of the bronze coffin like his villagers and looked very pious.
"I hold what’s the matter? Isn’t that old village head dead? " Qin Guiren brother Qin Guihe asked.
Qin Guiren didn’t answer, but quietly looked at what was happening in front of him. Suddenly there was another sound in the bronze coffin. This time, the sound was clearer. It seemed that the old village head was struggling in the bronze coffin.
"The village chief is not dead! Come on! The museum saves people! " Qin Guiren rushed forward almost out of energy, and immediately several villagers rushed forward and stopped him.
Qin Guiren still wanted to struggle to save the old village head, but soon he stopped struggling and felt a very strange and horrible atmosphere.
It turned out that when he looked up at this time, he was surprised to find that the auspicious totem rune of the bronze coffin did not know that bright red liquid was gurgling from it, and suddenly a strong rancid smell overshadowed the fragrance of white smoke just now.
At this moment, Qin Guiren’s other soldiers were all stunned, while other villagers showed a more pious and respectful expression. At one time, the whole village people paid attention to the bronze coffin again, but at this time, the bronze coffin was finally issued for two times, and there was no movement from him. The bright red liquid purred from the inside out.
"This, this is not fucking blood, is it?" Asked the kitchen soldier just now
Qin Guihe was stunned and said, "Not surprisingly, it should be blood."
All this makes people feel creepy. Qin Guiren and all of them realize that this unknown small village is definitely not simple!
The next morning, Qin Guiren took all the soldiers to find the old lady who lit the fire last night, because judging from the ceremony last night, the most prestigious person here is probably this old lady after the death of the old village head.
It’s a pity that the old lady can’t speak Chinese, but the good old village head seems to have told her something before she died. The old lady faltered for a long time, and Qin Guiren realized that there would be a group of young people going to the north at noon today, and they would follow these young people to find their way home.
Qin Guiren nodded and heaved a sigh of relief. By noon, they simply packed a piece of equipment and brought some villagers to give them dry food. However, since last night, they tried to stop the ceremony after the death of the old village chief. The villagers seemed to be right.
Chapter 20 Thirty years ago (3)
Last night, the bronze coffin was brighter than it is now. It seems that it was washed by blood flowing from the coffin last night. At noon, the sun shone on the bronze coffin, shining green and dazzling, like a brand-new one.
Qin Guiren tried to talk with those young villagers before, but it seems that there is a dead village chief in the whole village who can speak Chinese, and others can’t understand Qin Guiren’s words, but the two groups can still understand each other by gesticulating at each other. One of the villagers pointed to Qin Guiren and said a dialect to himself, and then walked towards the forest by himself.
Qin Guiren and others dare not neglect to follow the footsteps of the villagers and once again step into the dense forest.
It’s normal for me to meet some poisonous snakes and poisonous insects in the mountains and forests, but there’s no need to elaborate on it.
Qin Guiren, a group of people, felt that the six coffin-bearers almost never talked to each other. They seemed to be in a hurry. When they were hungry during the day, they took out dry food from their backpacks and ate at night. When they were resting, few people took turns to keep vigil. Every vigil was composed of a villager and a soldier. From here, it can be seen that they didn’t believe each other. Every night, they all spent a lot of time in the fire and the creepy mountains, and they hardly slept.
On the third day, Qin Guiren and others gradually felt that they couldn’t keep up with the pace of the villagers, who seemed to be unaffected and still walked on without paying attention to them. Several times, the cooks called the villagers to let them walk slowly, but the villagers were also stunned and did not slow down.
Cooking soldiers complained, "Where is this he Niang trying to take us out to see this posture? It’s just trying to get rid of us."
Qin Guiren also feels the same way at this time, but the leader of this team must stabilize everyone’s emotions and say, "Don’t talk nonsense. Since people promised to take us out of the mountain, they won’t lie to us. I think they are in such a hurry. It should also be urgent."
"No matter how urgent it is, there is no need for such a move. I don’t think they are tired after such a long walk. I don’t think it’s fucking strange that they didn’t even sweat." The kitchen soldier thought that the villagers couldn’t understand what he said anyway, so he said.
Qin Guihe said, "I think Lao Han is right. It’s strange. Think about it. Even if they are mountain people, their feet are better than ordinary people, but we are a regular army. We must be more trained than them. We are so tired that they still walk so fast together with that bronze coffin."
Qin Guihe was right about the huge bronze coffin, although they didn’t go too far, but the weight must be light from the size and material alone, so it is difficult to walk in the mountains. They carried the bronze coffin not only to keep the balance of the coffin at all times, but also to walk as fast as they could from almost flat. The more they thought about it, the more bizarre it was, and they couldn’t help but have a chill on their backs.
Qin Guihe went to Qin Guiren and wrote, "Brother, I think these villagers have problems. Should we check them later?"
Qin Guihe gently replied, "It’s not just those villagers. In my opinion, the whole village is eccentric. They must have problems carrying the bronze coffin. You should pay more attention to them from now on."
Qin Guihe nodded and went on with the machete road. I don’t know if the villagers in front heard their conversation.
From then on, they never slackened their vigilance against the six villagers. It’s funny to think about this. After all, Qin Guiren and others are all real guns and nuclear bombs, while the six coffin bearers are just unarmed villagers. But now the form is that these soldiers are a little afraid of those villagers.
The strangeness of the villagers was soon revealed when they were closely watched.
At dusk that day, they were still desperately on their way. The villagers walked very fast in front, and Qin Guiren and others dared not stop, almost trotting forward.
At this time, it was the turn of the kitchen soldier. He kept chopping the branches of the road with a machete, but he was obviously not good at it. It was not difficult for him to cut the potatoes with a needle and thread, but it was not difficult for him to cut those tough vines.
Walking all the way, all of a sudden, the cooking soldier screamed and disappeared into the trees in front of everyone.
Qin Guiren and others hurried over to check that the cooking soldier had slipped into a sewer. The sewer was not estimated to be three square meters in size, but it was extremely deep and had the advantage that they walked in the middle of the mountain road. There were small steep slopes on both sides and it was difficult to walk. Unfortunately, the mouth of the sewer was covered with weeds. If people walked here, they would easily fall into the sewer. If they could not climb out for a while without the help of others, it was simply a natural trap.
Qin Guiren and others quickly pulled the cooking soldiers. Fortunately, the cooking soldiers did not suffer too much, but there were several bruises on their arms, and it was not a big problem
"It’s fucking bad luck that those people in front don’t wake up. They’re all fucking dumb!" Cooking soldiers dissatisfied way