I have witnessed these things with my own eyes. After so many years, I still vividly remember them. I still dream about them frequently. This is my most feared nightmare, and I often wake up from it.

In fact, I almost died when I was crossing Savage Mountain. Although I was a battalion commander at that time, under those extreme conditions, my treatment in all aspects was almost the same as that of ordinary soldiers. Because we belonged to the vanguard.

, so the mortality rate is even more astonishing. The vanguard is equivalent to a guinea pig. You have to try a lot of wild vegetables and wild mushrooms, so many people died of food poisoning, but they also used their illness to find out what was going on for the brothers behind.

What can be eaten and what cannot.

But because the primitive deep forest of Yeren Mountain blocks the sky, the light is very dim even in broad daylight, let alone at night. Therefore, even if two people are several meters apart, they may not be able to see each other. Therefore, if you are not careful, you may

It is easy to get separated from the troops and get lost in the vast virgin forest without seeing the light, and you will die faster.

The terrible thing is that I got separated from the troops.

That day, I led a few extremely tired soldiers to explore the road. At first, we could still feel each other's presence, but at that time due to extreme fatigue, my consciousness was a little blurry, and I only felt my own legs moving.

, but my mind went blank. It was like falling asleep, until a monkey made a sharp cry because it was frightened, and I suddenly woke up.

I suddenly discovered that the brothers around me had disappeared without knowing when. I shouted loudly, but no one answered. I shouted again, but no one answered. My voice became hoarse, and no one answered. Then

At that time, I couldn't tell the difference between east, west and north in the dense forest. I knew the most terrible thing had happened - I was separated from the troops.

My heart is beating wildly, and the fear of death makes my legs weak. Am I finally unable to walk out of this hellish savage mountain? But I am only in my twenties, and my parents are still at home, so can I never see them again?

Did they? I really didn’t want to die. At that time, I remember squatting on the ground, holding my head and crying bitterly.

After crying for a long time, I felt a little calmer. For some reason, in addition to thinking of our village and my parents, I also thought of the extraordinary man in our village - the blind man.

When I was recuperating in the village, it was because of his advice that I was lucky enough to escape being rounded up by the Japanese army. I really hope that at this critical moment of life and death, he can use his superhuman wisdom and insight to enlighten me and help me.

I escaped from a desperate situation again. But no more. No one in the village has seen him since he went up the mountain to escape the Japanese army. Besides, how could he come to Savage Mountain thousands of miles away?

Although the blind man could not have appeared in front of me at that time, when I thought of him, a flash of lightning suddenly seemed to flash in my mind - yes, those books of the blind man, I was really confused, how could I forget those books of the blind man!

Since the blind man left, he has never returned to the village. Although the Japanese army committed rape, burning and killing in the village, the blind man lived in an extremely dilapidated house and there was no one there, so the Japanese army had no interest in going in. Waiting for the Japanese army

The villagers who evacuated and hid in the mountains returned to the village one after another. Although the destruction by the Japanese army brought them endless pain, as time passed, the village slowly returned to peace.

I also returned to the village. I was still scared at first. I was afraid that the Japanese army would come again. I was always on tenterhooks. During the day, I dared to walk on the cliff behind the village, while paying attention to the cliff for anything unusual. At night, I secretly went back to the mountain.

I slept in a cave. It wasn’t until more than two months later that the Japanese troops never came to harass me again, and I slowly calmed down.

To be honest, I have been hoping that the blind man will come back soon. Once he comes back, I will feel like I have a backbone and I will feel very safe. Therefore, I go outside the blind man's residence almost every day to see if he is back.

But every time I came back disappointed. This went on for about two months.

One day, I suddenly had the desire to go into his room and take a look. Although I had come here often before, it was because the blind man was there, so every time I came, I would sit on the chair near the door for a while and never go into the back room.

.And now there is no one in the house, and the blind man may never come back. I suddenly became very curious about the residence of this outsider. Is there any unexpected secret in the house?

I picked up a stone and broke the lock on the door with a few clicks. I remember it was already dusk, and the light in the house was very dark. Because no one had lived in it for a long time, the house had a slight musty smell.

The outside of the house is still the same as before - a dilapidated table with an equally dilapidated chair on each side. The blind man usually meets people who come to him for fortune telling here. I often sit here and talk to the blind man.

Chat more often than not.

What I'm curious about is the back room.

There was a rag curtain hanging at the door of the back room. When I walked towards the door of the back room, my heart suddenly beat very fast. I swallowed hard, took a deep breath, opened the curtain, and walked in through the dim light.

When I looked inside, I breathed a sigh of relief - there was nothing special inside. There was a kang table on the broken kang, and there were pens, inks, paper and inkstones on the kang table, and there was also a pile of thick manuscripts. I was very surprised at the time.

I thought, how can a blind man still write? Can he see? Is he not blind at all? He is just pretending?

I walked over, took the top few sheets from the pile of manuscripts, and flipped through them roughly. Under the dim light, I discovered that these sheets of paper were actually covered with neat, clean, vigorous and powerful small regular script.

I quickly collected all the manuscripts carefully and took them home to read them carefully.

I don’t know why, but those manuscripts were all about how to survive in a special environment. When I was reading it, I just thought the things he wrote were interesting. As for whether they were practical or not, I didn’t know. But I didn’t.

What I think of is that when I was lost in this dense forest, it was these manuscripts that saved my life.

I remember that in the manuscript, the first thing I talked about was how to find water and food in dense forests, which are the most basic needs for human survival. For example, how can we find safe water sources? In fact, the simplest way is not to find some instrument for direct testing.

Instead of using water, you can track the footprints and feces of some animals to find their drinking water. This kind of water will be relatively safe to drink. In other words, since it is okay for animals to drink this kind of water, if people drink it, there will be no problem.

It won't be too big.

The manuscript also tells the story of an ancient army looking for water - during the Warring States Period, the State of Qi sent troops on an expedition and conquered the Guzhu State in one fell swoop. On the way back from the army's triumphant return, it was the middle of winter, and all the rivers and streams dried up. Tens of thousands of officers and soldiers

Unable to find drinking water, he was unbearably hungry and thirsty, and his men were trapped in a horse-ridden area, unable to continue marching. The king of Qi was so worried that he summoned his generals to think of countermeasures. Minister Yin Peng said: "I heard people say that ants live in the north of the mountain in the summer and stay in the mountains in the winter."

There must be water near the ant nests in Shannan. Let the soldiers look for the ant nests in Shannan and dig deeper to find water. King Qi followed this suggestion and found the water source.

Therefore, when I realized that I was separated from the troops, after a while of fear, despair, and pain, I slowly calmed down. Just as the blind man said before - in the face of danger, do not wait or rely on, and must use your full strength.

own potential.

I thought the first problem was to drink water. At that time, I was already thirsty and thirsty, and not a drop of water could be poured out of the military kettle. I started to try to use the methods provided in the blind man's manuscript.

Find water.

I first observed the monkey's footprints and excrement, because in this kind of tropical rain forest, monkeys are the largest and most common. I tried hard to find such footprints and excrement on the soft and muddy ground. Because the light in the forest is very light.

It was dark, so I had to bend my waist and look hard for such traces on the ground. Finally, I really found a pond in an open area. This was undoubtedly where the monkeys came to drink. I found a relatively clear pond.

water, and then slowly filled the military kettle. After filling the water, my confidence in survival suddenly increased a lot.

But what I really want to find is a kind of magical grass. This kind of grass occupies the most space in the blind man's manuscript. Not only the function of this kind of grass is described in detail, but also the shape and other appearance characteristics of this kind of grass are used.

He wrote a lot of words, took the trouble to describe it, and even included pictures. So what kind of grass is this?

The manuscript says that this kind of grass grows in the rain forests between Yunnan and Myanmar. After people eat this kind of grass, their sense of smell immediately becomes as sensitive as that of animals. We know that the sense of smell of predatory animals is very sensitive, for example.

, tigers can smell the smell of prey within one or two kilometers around them. When they find their way, find water sources, and find food, they rely on their sense of smell. Therefore, a sensitive sense of smell is very important for the survival and continuation of these animals.

After eating this magical grass, people can have a sense of smell as sensitive as this kind of animal for a certain period of time. When I saw this kind of grass in the manuscript, I thought it was incredible at the time. I thought it should be a fabrication, or just

It's just a legend, but when I was in such a desperate situation, for some reason, I suddenly believed in the existence of this kind of grass.

This kind of grass grows in a very special environment - it usually grows under the "blacksmith tree", and it must be a "blacksmith tree" that is more than fifty years old. I know the "blacksmith tree" because the wood of this kind of book is very hard.

, many carpenters use this wood to make planes, which is very easy to use. This is a virgin forest, and there should be many blacksmith trees that are more than fifty years old.

I spend my precious energy looking for this kind of grass. I think it's ridiculous for me to do this, because when you are lost in the forest, your energy becomes very precious, because your energy is your energy and opportunity to escape, but I used

Looking for this legendary grass! But based on my understanding, the blind man is definitely a strange person, and his wisdom is unimaginable by ordinary people. Looking back on all his predictions and his life-saving grace, I immediately rejected my suspicions.

And hesitantly, he immediately started looking for that kind of grass.
Chapter completed!