At the junction of savage mountain, Myanmar and India. In fact, it is called Kumenling, which belongs to the Hukeng River Basin. Just because there were some backward ethnic groups in primitive tribal times, mainly Kachin ethnic groups and people with uncertain ethnic groups, these people lived in the depths of mountains and did not associate with modern civilized people, and were called savages by local people. This volcano covered by dense tropical rain forest is also called savage mountain.

Savage mountain is one of the most complex terrain and dangerous environment areas in the world. Fiona Fang is 500-600 kilometers long, with mountains everywhere, overlapping mountains, dense river networks and virgin forests covering the sky. Compared with the beautiful and meaningful mountains in the south of China, savage mountain is full of wild vitality and primitive charm. If the former is a group of well-dressed girls full of youthful charm, savage mountain is a group of savages who have not lost their ignorance, even a group of Uber with a face and a lion face, dancing around the fire.

However, when you first come to savage mountain, people are still easily intoxicated and overwhelmed by its charming charm until you know its true face.

General Stilwell, an American old man who fled to India with Commander Luo, an expeditionary force, was deeply impressed by its beautiful scenery full of primitive and rough charm when he flew over savage mountain. When he has a bird's eye view of the rivers and streams winding among the mountains, his poems are even more energetic. He imagined them as jade lines, right among them. This Yankee knows Chinese very well and thinks he is an expert in China. When he expressed this sigh in Chinese, Commander Luo, who was deeply guilty, was inexplicably surprised. In addition to his rich imagination and profound knowledge of Chinese, he was deeply surprised by his rich leisure when he failed to escape.

Don't say that the escaped general Stilwell is an expeditionary soldier who has just struggled out of the smoke and bullets. He can't help feeling happy. He has temporarily forgotten the hardships and humiliation before and doesn't want to be in danger again.

Everyone walks through green round holes, arches and vaults; Chasing and fighting in lush green grass and wild flowers; Play by clear streams and springs; Sing with the birds singing in the green leaves; Make fun of the monkey posing on the branch.

It doesn't matter if you know there is such a good place, you won't be able to go back to China for a while. If you are willing to visit, going abroad is not worth it. People in Hengyang, Hunan once said that he was very laid-back.

My fellow villager Huang is naive: those monkeys are very interesting. If you catch one and tame it, you can play monkey tricks in the streets and the countryside. Fun and money. Eating is not as good as being a soldier, and you can definitely support your family.

The Irrawaddy River runs through Myanmar from north to south and flows into the Andaman Sea from Yangon. Numerous tributaries in the upper reaches of Irrawaddy River originate from Kumen Ridge and nourish this land with their muddy water. Every rainy season, the river rises, heavy rain blows down the dense forest, sludge sticks to the trunk, vines are entangled, and various plants take root and sprout everywhere on it. Finally washed into the Irrawaddy River. In the process of ups and downs and drifting in the monstrous and turbid waves, the river winding among the mountains caught them, forcing them to settle on the beach, making the tributaries of the river more and more dense. In this way, some pine trees and oak trees.

Along the way, I saw a floating island, composed of duckweed and water lily, floating on the river. The yellow flowers of water lilies are like small and exquisite pavilions on the island. Green snakes, purple herons, flamingos and small crocodiles, like tourists, boarded this colorful flower boat. They are going to anchor in a remote harbor at night.

The beautiful scenery on the river can only be enjoyed at ordinary times. When the rainy season comes, the rivers in savage mountain are in chaos, and rivers are flooding everywhere. The river overflows the dense forests along the river, and the small ditches used for traffic in the dry season make the river steep and wide, making the flood rush and roar, which is daunting.

Our team stopped at the front line.

Standing by the river and looking to the west bank is quite different from the landscape here. The terrain here is flat and open, and the trees are lush, extending to the intersection of the horizon and the blue sky. According to the map, the expeditionary force will cross the river and reach the Indian border at close range. If you detour into the dangerous environment in savage mountain, the consequences will be unimaginable.

However, it is difficult to cross the river at present. When the first engineers arrived here yesterday, the flood was rising. It is impossible to build a bridge. Cut bamboo and tie it into a raft. As a result, the water was washed away as soon as it was put down. So far, the water level has not dropped. So the whole army was trapped on the east coast.

Neither General Stilwell, who was sitting on the plane reciting poems, nor his group of soldiers who were cut off by the river knew the true face of Lushan Mountain. Savage mountain is a lion dancer. She seduced people with her young beauty. These soldiers, like a group of inexperienced young people, rushed into a grand maze with many traps and secret passages and ran around in it.

On this day, we had a picnic in the jungle. Suddenly, there was a clang of metal, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, which made the troops panic.

Young people are a group of complete optimists as long as they don't worry and relax their discipline a little. After retreating to savage mountain, we no longer cook in the company, but start a new stove ourselves. Everyone took about 20 days of rice, cooked it in a military teapot, and several cans of American beef jerky. It is convenient to have a picnic on the mountain, and there is rubbish everywhere. Dig a small hole or build a few stones to build a stove, and it will be done soon.

Fatigue disappeared after the picnic. Before we started, everyone was as happy as a puppy in the snow, and some people got together in small groups to chat. Some bayonets cut off banana leaves more than eight feet long, learning to jump fan and iron fan princess fight; Some people look for wild fruits in the trees to taste and quench their thirst.

Savage mountain's trap is hard to prevent, and what I said that night was unfortunately right.

At night, the troops camped in a dense forest, and everything was quiet except the occasional screams of wild animals from the depths of the jungle.

Oh, help!

A whine gave me the creeps. People think who is crying wolf like a shepherd boy. Hearing the screams, the company commander and I rolled over and ran along the sound. In the flashlight, I saw him screaming for help, scrambling on his head, slapping his face and sweeping his face. His hands were covered with blood and his face was dripping with blood. A huge mosquito, like a small dragonfly, circled and dived in the roar of the bomber and launched a carpet bombing.

I'm dying. The gray pupils began to dilate, the whole body twitched, scratched hands and feet, and was dying. I kept saying, "Mom, your son is here, in front of you. Who will serve you? "

Li Lian cried in his ear with tears in her eyes: My good brother, don't worry, your mother is also our mother. As long as I can return to China alive, I won't let her old man suffer.

Brother Xinxiang turned away, glanced at the company commander, cocked his head, fell on my arm, closed his eyes and left a happy smile on his face.

Everyone was in a hurry, so they settled him under the banyan tree and put on a poncho.

That night, the officers and men of the company spent a sleepless night. They are not only sad, but also afraid of poisonous mosquitoes. They get scared at the slightest sign of trouble. Fortunately, several fires were burning, which made the forest red and no mosquitoes flew in.

The next morning, when I got up, someone passed by the banyan tree with the body of my brother Xinxiang. I was shocked and repeatedly asked everyone to see it.

There are people standing under the tree, which is creepy.

I saw that the poncho that covered my body had been torn off, my clothes were torn off by some wild animal, and my internal organs were hollowed out. The skeleton is covered with reddish-brown ants with thick knuckles. Almost everything in savage mountain is oversized. Although those ants are similar in shape to the red ants on the wall of our hometown, they look like they are seen under a ten-fold magnifying glass. Like a bee without wings, its head is round, and a pair of stent-like tentacles reach out in front of it and swing flexibly. A pair of compound eyes shone with deep light, and two pliers-like jaws and pliers were gnawing at the remaining meat. Behind the thin waist, there is an oval belly, round, slightly stretched at the tip of the tail, biting and crawling around.

Sure enough, there are savages in savage mountain.

The appearance of this group of modern soldiers with clothes, luggage and guns made them panic and thought they were fighting for territory with them. All the fallen people gathered at the edge of the village, armed with sticks and bows and arrows, ready to fight and defend their hometown.

Barbarians are naked, and men may wrap their lower parts with bark or skins to move freely in the jungle. Women seldom wear anything, casually show a pair of big breasts and look at the team curiously.

Before entering the mountain, the army issued a strict order that kachins was not allowed to commit crimes against Qiu. Seeing that we didn't harass them, their guard gradually relaxed, while some young women were playing and swimming in the stream. These shameless barbarians, with dark brown skin and shiny hair, look wild and handsome. They are not as ugly as the legend, and they are similar to the people in Xishuangbanna, China. They are plump, but they have a big belly and no waist.

In the evening, Wei was finally found by the brother of Company 7, and we rescued him back to the camp, completely losing his old aura eyes and hiding the great secrets that happened in the past few hours. We asked Wei what happened, and Wei said weakly, four wild women.

His whole body clothes were torn, his skin was covered with blood, his lower body was bloody and some organs had been lost. Let's ask the details.

Wellesley shook his head, closed his eyes and stopped talking breathlessly.

When I got up the next morning, everyone was busy having a picnic, but I haven't seen Wei for a long time. A platoon leader went over to urge him, opened the tent and shouted, Oh, shit. I saw Wei lying flat on the poncho, already stiff. His face went white, his mouth was grinning painfully, and his pupils were bulging like a nest of light. There is half a photo in his chest shirt pocket, which must be his fiancee's.

Whether he died of extreme physical collapse or committed suicide because of extreme regret is unknown and remains a mystery.

The invincible death threat hangs over the team that once fought bloody battles. Soldiers would rather die in battle than endure these meaningless sacrifices. At that time, morale was low, and on the way to March, there was no usual anger. Oversight is aware of this emotion. During the noon break, the regimental headquarters convened a meeting of commanders above the company commander and instructor.

* * * The Youth League is stationed in Jia Jiayuan Food Co., Ltd., a woodland two miles away from us. Li Chuxiang got dysentery because of drinking raw water. I rushed to the meeting alone.

When I returned to the company, I was very satisfied with the speech I made at the meeting just now. Although I am on the road alone, I have nothing to worry about. As I walked, I was thinking about how to discuss with Li Lianchang, implement the spirit of the meeting, and encourage my brothers to overcome all difficulties and obstacles, go out of savage mountain and drink the celebration wine of Colonel Deng.

I walk proudly. Suddenly, I got a blow on my foot. I leaned forward and fell to the ground. Before he could struggle, he was caught by several pairs of big hands, grabbed his ankles, hung in the air, and swung deep into the jungle.

I was frightened by this sudden change. The body is suspended, the heart is hanging high, and the mind is blank. What happened? Where will you be caught? Who's playing a prank? I have no time to think about it. I didn't realize that something was wrong until I was stabbed in the face. I struggled, twisted and shouted, what are you doing? Put me down!

I lay prone on the soft coconut leaves, and the person carrying me gave a cheer. Turning around, I was shocked. It was three other savages who attacked Wei. Her hair is loose and naked, and her huge breasts are swinging. Strangely, her breasts are tattooed with some strange patterns, and her lower body is surrounded by a super miniskirt made of leaves or animal skins, not for shame, but for decoration.

Just like in front of Wei, they danced strange primitive dances and screamed rhythmically. They will also shake their breasts, show their private parts, make gestures and make sexual advances without shame.

Before entering savage mountain, overseas Chinese in Myanmar had given us a detailed introduction. This group of people are known as mountain savages, mostly kachins, but they have evolved in different degrees and distributed in northern Myanmar. The Kachin nationality on the border between China and Myanmar is closely related to the Jingpo nationality in China, which is similar to the Jingpo nationality in human history.

Geographically speaking, kachins, located in the periphery of savage mountain, has evolved far beyond the mountains. The Kachin nationality on the border between China and Myanmar has entered the early form of slavery, and their costumes are similar to those of the backward ethnic groups in China at that time. Women are still topless, and in terms of * relationship, they have also entered the father's era. The more you go up the mountain, the later you evolve, but there are still clustered shanzhai and tribal leaders, as well as farming, which is of course primitive. Slash and burn, knot rope, nothing to say. It is this part of the Kachin people who are called barbarians.

Savages have language, belong to the Tibeto-Burman language family of Sino-Tibetan language family, and know how to use fire and tools. Obviously, they are not a race that independently completed the long evolution, but the primitive people who entered savage mountain stopped the evolution in isolation for some reason.

It may also be that some people with a similar degree of evolution hid in savage mountain for some unknown reason and degenerated into ignorance in a long and hard living environment.

They surrounded me, made a fool of themselves, and reached out to pull clothes and pants that they thought were unnecessary. I held my arm, shouting and protesting. It is true that a scholar meets a soldier. I can't say for sure. My words are casting pearls before swine. On the contrary, they think my voice is beautiful and pleasant to listen to, and I shout more happily and excitedly. They pressed me against the leaves, rubbed my face with their breasts, and teased and lured me through my pants in a very old and magical way. I tried my best to turn my face away, clamp my thighs and crouch down to prevent them from succeeding.

The savage was a little angry. She probably thought I was unappreciative and screamed. The three men worked hard together, turned me around, turned me upside down and made a fist gesture. Then one took my hand, and the other forcibly separated my feet and pressed my ankles, making people unable to move at all. The other one must have won the lottery and came to pull my pants happily. She couldn't untie her belt, so she tore it from the opening and reached into her hand to fondle it. Because of the physiological function, my disappointing thing swelled up and stood up. When the three women saw it, they all beamed and shouted happily, relax your uniform.

Shame on you! Go to hell! I was indignant at the weak will of that thing and broke free when they were lax in their defense against being caught. A carp pulled itself up, then drew its bow like lightning, and a pair of fists stabbed the navel of two female savages beside it at the same time, kicking them on the thighs of female savages scratching their feet. When they squatted down in pain and shouted, I started running.

Savage was so popular that he couldn't help crying out through his teeth. One chased me, and two magically outflanked me. I panicked and ran sideways.

There are few roads on the mountain, and thorns and vines are entangled. I didn't care about a lot of things, so I went straight over. My clothes and trousers were torn and my flesh was cut. I was sore and tired, panting with my mouth open and sweating. With my running, I am getting tired, dizzy and my legs are shaking.

I don't know how long it took. Suddenly, I felt my mouth was opened by something, and an unspeakable warm juice seeped into my mouth. The instinct and desire of human existence make me swallow greedily, bite by bite, like a baby sucking milk.

The vitality of life is gradually restored.

Where am I? There are some fragmentary memories in my mind, such as the Chinese Expeditionary Force's entry into Myanmar to resist Japanese aggression, savage mountain, the savage's practical joke, the succubus stick and the broken boulder. Did I go to the underworld? Ghost soldiers are filling me with ecstasy soup?

I can't die. I am still young. I want to go back to my brothers in Company 7, to my motherland and take care of my parents.

I struggled fiercely. I feel pain in my bones and muscles, my limbs are weak, my eyelids can't be lifted, and a terrible pain in the back of my head makes me faint again.

The man asked me to drink some juice from a small bamboo tube. It is also a special tonic, just like the medicinal liquor brewed by China people. Not a special relationship. Tribal leaders will never give it to others easily. It feels even more amazing. I feel refreshed and energetic after drinking, which is more effective than lying down before. His introduction has the effect of psychotherapy.

The hut was dark, and kachins, who had worked all day, cried and laughed happily in the shack. From time to time, women's unscrupulous moans and laughter came. The person next to me is snoring.

Late at night, everything is quiet. From the depths of the forest, from time to time came the piercing howl of the monster, which was creepy and seemed to convey some dangerous information. I was lying next to the man, and I didn't blink for a moment because I snored. I was anxious for several years, tried to wake him up several times, and finally held back.

He finally woke up, woke me up, fumbled to tie two bamboo tubes and a leather bag to his body, carried a bow on his back, wrapped my head with a piece of animal skin, took a spear and handed me an eyebrow stick. He whispered, come with me, be careful to get off the ladder and don't make any noise.

We came down from the nest in tandem, bent down, turned left and right, left the tribal village and fled to the depths of the jungle.

Suddenly, I heard a loud cry behind me, which made trees and mountains tremble, and my voice was full of anger and murder. I can't help shivering and my teeth rattle. That man was also shocked. Once.exe said that some slut must be jealous, climbed into my hut and didn't see me, and then told Sheikh Sabah.

What should I do? My tongue is shaking.

Run, it's easy to cross the bridge. He took my hand and ran on the familiar path.

The shouts are getting closer and closer, and the light of the torch reflects the outline of the trees. The barbarians obviously caught up with them.

Come to a place, vaguely see a gap, dark, unfathomable, no way out. I asked: What should I do?

He didn't answer, dragging me around a stone at the top of the ditch. I saw something like a bridge flying on both sides. A stone in my heart fell to the ground and I wanted to cross it in front of him. He quickly pulled me back: you won't die.

He took out two bamboos with thick arms from a crack in the stone, quickly threw my stick, along with his spear and bow and arrow, to the other side and said, "Lie on your back, hold my chest tight and don't move." I climbed onto my back and hugged it tightly. He buckled the bamboo split in the middle on the rattan rope of the bridge, took great pains, held his breath and walked on the rickety bridge with his legs. After a few moves, he changed more than half of his moves.

Aww sound also came to the edge of the gap behind us, and our figure was completely exposed to the bright fire, which also reflected the figure of people coming and going.

My heart is in my throat. It is no use urging him to hurry up. He didn't panic, but pedaled steadily.

The vine swung even harder, and someone stood out from behind. I was desperate, and the man who carried me finally stepped onto the top of the ditch. Put me down and said something to the other side without taking a breath, like a warning to people crossing the bridge. The other party doesn't listen to him. One by one, someone grabbed the bamboo and pushed it up.

Helpless, the man gritted his teeth and walked under a tree to untie a knot tied to the tree. The rattan rope was quickly loosened by the gravity of the bridge and let out a scream of ao. The man who was pedaling on the bridge turned over and fell into the ravine, screaming all the way down. It was a long time before there was a creepy landing rumble.

The barbarian on the other side roared at us as if cursing and cursing. Here he answered them in the same language, picked up the weapons on the ground and dragged me quickly into the jungle. The shouts behind him faded away and finally they were completely inaudible.

After walking for a while, my heart was pounding.

The man breathed a sigh of relief, stopped, hugged my arm in ecstasy, and his voice trembled with excitement: Dear relatives, I can finally return to the motherland with you! As if the wandering wanderer had returned to his mother's arms.

I can't help but be elated. I was saved by my own flesh and blood. There must be a strange and bitter reason why modern China people became members of primitive tribes in savage mountain. I also took his arm and asked, good brother, what's the matter? Tell me quickly.

He shook two strings of tears with remorse and choked: It's a long story! This is not the place to talk. Let's go for another ride and get something to eat. I'll tell you slowly.

He took me to a forest and climbed a nest that had just been abandoned by savages. I ate some food he brought. The past was unbearable, and he told me an incredible legend.