Located in Southeast Asia, Myanmar, Laos and Thailand, it is the world-famous "Golden Triangle" region.
The Golden Triangle, the world's largest source of poisonous stools, has been transporting opium, stools, and other poisonous stools to the world since the end of the 19th century. The Golden Crescent Region, which borders Afghanistan, Iran, and Pakistan, as well as Colombia and Venezuela.
The Silver Triangle region at the border is known as the three major sources of poisonous stools in the world. Among them, the Golden Triangle region transports sea stools from all over the world every year account for more than 60% of the total amount of poisonous stools in the world.
60% of this data may be a bit general. If we talk about it in terms of specific quantities, the Golden Triangle provides more than 3,000 tons of poisonous drugs to all over the world every year.
Here, a group of devils who cause disasters and tragedies gathered.
Every village in this jungle may be a place for poppy planting. Every mountaineer I met may have received good military training from drug lords. While smiling honestly, you may not know where to go from.
Take out an ak47 and shoot at you.
From He Ping, everyone knows how arduous this mission will be. Not only will they encounter unprecedented fierce battles with drug dealers, but also the jungle with an extremely dangerous living environment will be their biggest and most terrifying enemy.
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They walked forward in the devil's hideous mouth.
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Perhaps He Ping was too fed up with Ye Huan. He was assigned to the group of political commissar Geng Zhijun. The group with him happened to be the Red Wolf, Cang Wolf and Jackal Wolf in the same dormitory in the camp, and seven other comrades who were still able to negotiate on weekdays.
This arrangement is probably due to He Ping's consideration of taking care of Ye Huan, and training harder. After all, it is different from actual combat. With familiar comrades, the chance of survival is relatively high.
The 36 people were divided into three squads, and the three squads spread out in a fan shape, heading towards the depths of the jungle slowly and cautiously.
Ye Huan was dissatisfied with being assigned to Geng Zhijun's group. He secretly made all the eighteen generations of He Ping's ancestor sects. The reason was very simple. This political commissar with the same military rank was really too...
"Comrade Ye Huan, we are the army and the army of the people. The army has good traditions. If you don't rely on the strong or bully the weak, how can you let your comrades help you carry a gun? You sweat more often in daily life and less blood slaughtering during wartime
.I have taught you these principles in the weekly political and ideological class. It’s nothing to help you carry a gun. Suppose we suddenly encounter an enemy attack and your gun is in the hands of your comrades. What do you use to fight against the enemy?
...Look, before I finished speaking, why did you throw the rope away? Although the rope is not a weapon, it is a necessary tool for us to climb mountains and trees. Besides, littering will leave traces and attract enemies...
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"Political Commissar. I... was wrong!"
Facing Ye Huan, who never bowed his head, was now in tears amid the long nagging comments of political commissar Geng Zhijun.
Geng Zhijun smiled with relief: "If you know your mistakes, you are good comrades. Ye Huan, the facts prove that as long as you accept criticism humbly, any comrade who has made mistakes can be saved, even if you look at them like you in the eyes of outsiders.
Comrades who come hopelessly, as long as they learn to be humble, they can still turn back and return to our team to become the most determined warrior..."
"Political Commissar, let's concentrate on marching, stop talking..." Ye Huan begged with tears.
"Hiss... Speaking of the prodigal son, I remembered that our Blue Sword Brigade had such a thorny soldier a few years ago..." Geng Zhijun's expression fell into distant memories.
Ye Huan: “…………”
Finally, he understood why Sun Wuzi killed Tang Sanzang in the Westward Journey. To be honest, he had the urge to tie up the political commissar and dedicate it to the drug dealer at this moment.
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The team has been walking in the jungle for two days. The waves are calm these two days, but the itinerary is very slow. On average, it can only advance more than ten kilometers per day. It is too difficult to travel in the primitive jungle. Not only do you have to open a road across mountains and build a bridge across water, but you also have to do it.
Faced with many unknown dangers, Ye Huan once personally experienced a spotted python as thick as a bowl during camping and wandered past him.
I don't know if Ye Huan is lucky or the python is of high style. Anyway, when he passed by him, the python didn't even look at him, and swam past him in a proud manner. Ye Huan was so scared that he peed, his face was green.
It was like being poisoned. It took a long time after the python passed by, and Ye Huan covered her face and cried bitterly. She was so scared that she was almost crazy. She kept muttering that she wanted to go home and find her mother...
There are still three days left before the delivery location of the drug dealer shown by the intelligence. In this place completely isolated from the outside civilization, Ye Huan and the others could only walk over step by step with their own feet.
By the third day, Ye Huan could no longer hold on.
After all, he was just a new recruit who had only been trained for two months. His physical fitness and experience in jungle marching were far inferior to those of Geng Zhijun and Honglang. So later on, Geng Zhijun and Honglang could only fight with each other.
As Ye Huan staggered on the rugged mountain road, the marching speed of the entire team was greatly slowed down.
"Huh... Call the helicopter and send me back to the capital for recuperation. Comrades, I won't drag you back... I'm waiting for the news of your victory and triumphant success in the capital..." Ye Huan hung on Geng Zhijun's shoulders
The slight rush, grenade, vibrating thunder, and other heavy objects on his body have been carried by the entire team. Even so, Ye Huan still looked dying and was obsessed with the passage.
Fear of death is everyone's god. Ye Huan is just an ordinary person, at most a little better than ordinary people, but the threat of death still makes him want to be a deserter involuntarily.
"Comrade Ye Huan, we will not abandon any comrade-in-arms. Don't give up on yourself easily. Believe in yourself, you can do it!" Geng Zhijun was sweating profusely, and still gritted his teeth to encourage him.
"Political Commissar, just show your compassion and let me go. I really can't do it!" Ye Huan begged.
"It's okay if you can't! If you don't force yourself, you will never know where your limit is. Your limit is far from being released. No matter how difficult the road is, you will be able to pass. We ** soldiers will even die.
Are you not afraid. Are you still afraid of this small jungle? Ye Huan, strode straight!”
Ye Huan: “…………”
The political commissar must have done pyramid schemes before joining the army.
Several other comrades in the team followed behind and laughed. The jackal laughed strangely and said, "Political Commissar, don't worry about this. Ye Huan is obviously lazy. Don't look at his current appearance of dying.
.Once you encounter danger, you run faster than a dog..."
Geng Zhijun turned around and glared at them, saying dissatisfied: "Comrades are so tired. You are still talking sarcastic. After returning to the camp, they will write me a check!"
The jackal smiled and then changed his face. He screamed in a sharp voice: "Ah! Snake! Ye Huan, what a big one is chasing you..."
Whoosh!
Ye Huan, who was hanging on Geng Zhijun's shoulder, turned into a ray of black smoke, and ran away in the blink of an eye, with a look of energetic spirit.
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Ye Huan's face was a little embarrassed when he returned to the team. Geng Zhijun glared at him with a pale face: "Do you still want to call the helicopter to send you back to the capital?"
"No need..." Ye Huan laughed dryly.
"Your weapon, snail clip, grenade..."
"I carry it myself..."
"Complete the mission and return to the camp..."
"I will write a profound examination, with a length of no less than 800 words..." Ye Huan looked clear.
"Comrades, please help you carry your equipment..."
"Go back to the capital and serve Quanjude roast duck!"
Geng Zhijun nodded calmly: "Be particular."
Everyone burst into laughter, and the laughter alarmed a group of birds in the mountains and forests.
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On the fourth day of the march, the drug dealer delivery location was only two days away. The team members became solemn. They basically didn't speak much along the way, and they all changed into military sign language. The entire process of the team remained silent except for
You are not allowed to speak. You are also required to try not to make abnormal sounds when walking, so as not to startle animals in the jungle and be discovered by enemies.
The team's way of moving forward also advances in combat formations, with three-three systems alternately covering the progress. Everyone's nerves are very tight and they move forward carefully and slowly. As a result, the team's travel speed becomes slower and slower.
It is gratifying that Ye Huan actually stumbled over the road along the way. Looking back on the hardships along the way, even he was surprised. How could the gangster who used to live in Ninghai and wait for death every day have the perseverance to survive.
This death jungle?
When the sun was almost setting, Geng Zhijun announced that the march was over today and he was looking for a place to camp. The jungle in the night was filled with unpredictable dangers. For the sake of the lives of the team members, Geng Zhijun would not choose to march at night.
Everyone walked slowly to the depths of the jungle, and a small pond with a diameter of more than ten meters appeared in front of everyone.
Everyone was happy. Without waiting for Geng Zhijun's order, everyone ran towards the pond. If they could drink a few sips of water before camping, they would quietly bathe themselves without making any sounds, and put life and death aside.
For soldiers, it is undoubtedly a rare enjoyment.
Geng Zhijun looked at the thick fallen leaves laying near the pond and... the surrounding environment was so quiet that even the cries of insects were gone. A bit of desperate death ejaculation appeared in the silence. After staying for a few seconds, the jungle was rich in experience.
Geng Zhijun's face suddenly changed and he ordered loudly: "Not good! Come back to me! This is an order!"
Everyone was stunned. Before they could react, they suddenly heard a muffled hum. Everyone looked back and were shocked to find a comrade nicknamed Coyote standing on the open space covered with fallen leaves by the pond, and his
The body was slowly calming down at a speed visible to the eyes...
"Swamp! I'm slandering!" Ye Huan was not a fool, and immediately understood what it was. He immediately exclaimed, "***, take the rope to save people!"
As soon as he finished speaking, several thick ropes were accurately thrown in front of the coyote.
"Coyote, don't panic, don't move around, relax, grab the rope with your hands, and we'll pull you out!"
Everyone exerted their strength, but their hearts were as calm as the body of the coyote, and they slowly calmed down with an unstoppable momentum.
How many ropes can be pulled out in a swamp that has been deposited for countless years?
The strong will to survive made the coyote grab the ropes that were thrown tightly, and he also crawled forward with the force of the rope. However, his body was sinking deeper and deeper, and in a few breaths, most of his body was halfway through his body.
It was dragged in by the black swamp silt under the fallen leaves, leaving only the santhemums left outside.
"Hold on, try hard!" Ye Huan pulled a rope out desperately. The coyote also pulled it out with both hands, trying to get rid of the inexplicable huge suction force in the swamp mud.
However, how can human power fight against nature?
Seeing that the coyote's body was sinking deeper and deeper, everyone could not stop the coyote's body from sinking more and more with all their efforts.
Ye Huan's cheeks were bitten tightly, and the blue veins on his forehead were thrust uncontrollably, his eyes were covered with red blood, but his subordinates used their strength to suck. He pulled the one desperately, which was the only way to survive.
The rope of hope.
Tears flowed out unconsciously, Ye Huan still realized that his thoughts had turned into blank, and there was only one thought in his mind, pull him out and let him live!
The confrontation between man and nature finally failed.
After a minute or two, the coyote's body had been deeply trapped in the swamp, and the mud had spread to his shoulders, and it was slowly calming down at a speed visible to the eyes.
Everyone still pulled the rope out without saying a word, but the coyote had quietly let go of their hands and looked at their comrades who were crying. The coyote smiled miserably and said intermittently: "No need. Brothers, even if you do it."
I can't get out even if my arm is broken. Leave me a complete body... At least you don't need to be missing a broken slaughter in your next life."
"Coyote, you slander your mother and you snatch the rope! We can definitely pull you out!" Ye Huan cried bitterly by the swamp.
"Ye Huan, don't be stupid. I can't save it anymore. No... Isn't it just a life? Old slander... Old slander is still a hero after the New Year!" The coyote laughed weakly.
Knowing that the truth is no longer saved, Geng Zhijun cried in tears: "Coyote, my brother, what other wishes do you have? I'll tell you quickly, brothers, I will do it for you!"
A little attachment appeared in the eyes of the coyote and murmured: "Home..."
Geng Zhijun said decisively: "Your mother and brother are in charge of the army, brothers are in charge of it. We will support your mother and see her off. We will guarantee your brother to go to college and make a personal appearance in the future!"
The coyote finally smiled relievedly: "I don't care..."
The mud had already spread to the coyote's chin. In the last few seconds before the death, the coyote slowly looked around all the comrades and smiled weakly: "Brothers, let's drink together in the next life, I... am on the way."
After saying that, the coyote's body had completely sunk into the swamp, and there was no trace of hair.
Ye Huan stared blankly at the calm black swamp, her eyes were extremely empty. I don’t know how long I stood, but suddenly she knelt down and cried: “It’s gone, the coyote is gone! The corpse is gone! I’m slandering…
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Everyone stood there blankly, tears gushing out involuntarily, and the air around them was filled with a suffocating pain and sadness.
The comrades who were still alive a few minutes ago are now trapped in a swamp, unable to find their bodies. The special forces who have experienced life and death are still so sad that they cannot control themselves.
I don't know how long the sad silence has passed, but Geng Zhijun suddenly jumped up and beat the team members with no brainstorm. He was beating and cried and cursing: "You guys! The old slander didn't give the camp order.
You are so fast to reincarnate? They are all veterans who have been fighting for many years, and they have no control. Have you forgotten your previous training and actual combat in your dog's stomach?"
Rushly silenced on the ground, Geng Zhijun no longer regained the majesty of the political commissar, and cried loudly: "A living life, a life! Our brothers! I will never see you again, you are still the soldiers of the slander.
Come!"
"... His mother gave my lively son to me. I couldn't even return the ashes to others. Why did I explain to his mother and brother? Tell me, how did I tell my son to his family?
Let me explain..."
Everyone's tears became increasingly unstoppable and they burst into tears.
"Political Commissar, stop talking. From now on, we will be the son of the coyote, the biological son!" Everyone shed tears and swore solemnly beside the swamp that had just swallowed his comrades and brothers.
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That night, everyone was still camping by the pond, but no one slept. They sat quietly by the swamp, tears flowed all night, and quietly spent the last night with their deceased comrades.
Ye Huan sat blankly all night with her knees in her arms, staring at the swamp ahead. Thinking of it swallowing up the comrades who had been with them day and night, he couldn't help but feel a deep sorrow in his heart.
The smiling face of the coyote before his death repeatedly appeared in his mind, so calm and fearless, but he could do nothing for him, so he could only watch him swallowed by the swamp.
What does life give to these soldiers? What kind of beliefs support them to face death calmly? The smile before leaving seemed as relaxed as going to a feast. What was he thinking before he died?
That night, Ye Huan thought a lot, and overnight he seemed to have learned a lot and grown a lot...
The journey was set off at dawn, and everyone packed their bags, looked at the swamp for the last time, then stood in line, and at the same time gave a solemn military salute to the swamp, and then continued to head forward.
Geng Zhijun was still crying and left a sentence beside the swamp.
"Loyal bones are buried everywhere in the green mountains, why do you need to return the body by wearing a horse and a corpse?"!