Sourness

Jing Rong was still holding two chess pieces in his hands, listening to his grandfather's story about the past with half-belief.

"This happened in the deep mountains and old forests of the Qinling Mountains. At that time, we were still fighting against Japan. Oh, it was very chaotic at that time... I think about it, it was about [-] years ago. At that time, the international situation changed. Little Japan is eager to draw troops from the Chinese battlefield to deal with Britain and the United States, and began to conduct concentrated bombing of the interior."

Jing Rong nodded, indicating that he could keep up with Grandpa Jing's train of thought.

"They just want to destroy our will to resist the war. For several months...his grandma's...at that time, the key areas of Sichuan, Henan, and Shaanxi provinces were all heavily attacked by Japan."

"At that time there was a saying that the Japanese would occupy Xi'an, a strategically important place, and then enter the Qinling Mountains through Xi'an to occupy Sichuan... But the Qinling Mountains are not so easy to enter. So silly."

Jing Rong nodded in agreement.He spent half a month in Lingxi Mountain, and he has a deep understanding of the complexity of the Qinling Mountains.

Grandpa Jing changed the topic, "However, there were no large-scale operations, and there were still small-scale mopping ups. At that time, our life was very difficult. In addition to fighting against Japan, we also had to deal with the KMT. Cooperating with us on the Internet, in fact, that's not the case... The Shaanxi-Gansu-Ningxia Border Region has also been sealed off, restricting our scope of activities everywhere. There is also a shortage of food, medicine, and everything..."

"Is the time and place clear?" Grandpa Jing made a move on the chessboard, and seeing Jing Rong nodding, he continued, "Now let's talk about this little comrade-in-arms. At that time, Comrade Zhao was not yet 19 years old. I just joined the army. In the army, I was just a little messenger."

"At that time, several businessmen donated a batch of medicine to us. Because of the blockade everywhere, this batch of medicinal materials was hidden in a relatively remote village. We sent a small team to meet these businessmen, but it leaked After getting the news, he was ambushed on the way."

"Is it my own?"

"At that time, I didn't call him my own. After all, we were not in the same party, and the relationship was still very tense." Grandpa Jing said: "This little Zhao got separated from his comrades when he broke out, and walked alone in the mountains for a long time. Later, I got lost. I didn’t know how to drill in the mountains for a few days, and suddenly met a Japanese army team.”

Jing Rong lifted his spirits, and the topic finally returned to the previous foreshadowing.

"The Japanese army team is probably carrying out some secret mission. If we find a single soldier from our side, we will naturally not be able to survive. Xiao Zhao has already run out of ammunition and food at this time, so he wants to bring these bastards into the In the deep mountains, if we can meet a cliff or something, we can fall to our death together."

"Just when he was running so fast that he was about to die, he heard someone whistle above his head. He looked up and saw a man protruding from behind the rock to greet him. It was a middle-aged man dressed like an ordinary mountain dweller. Xiao Zhao had run out of energy, so he jumped off from behind the rock, and crawled back to the place where he was hiding just now, carrying him on his back."

"As soon as they hid, Little Japan chased after them. Xiao Zhao found that there were more than one mountain people ambushing nearby. But they all hid very well, and Xiao Zhao only heard them communicate with each other imitating the calls of wild birds. "

"When Xiao Zhao saw the Japanese soldiers chasing into this valley, he was very worried about the situation on his side. Just now he had the intention of dying, but now he doesn't want to die anymore, and he starts to worry that he will drag innocent people down. the masses."

"At this moment, the mountain people who rescued him pressed his head, made him lie on the ground, and told him not to raise his head, saying that they only had a few hunting guns, and there must be no mistakes. Xiao Zhao's nervous atmosphere was not Dare to come out. Then he heard a long whistle from the people around him."

When Jing Rong heard this, his heart skipped a beat, and some thoughts flew past his mind very quickly.But before he could think deeply, his thoughts were dragged by Grandpa Jing's narration again.

"After the whistle, there were gunshots and little Japanese screams in the valley. Xiao Zhao remembered the mountain people's instructions, and he lay behind the rocks and did not dare to look up. He could feel that something must have happened in the valley. It's a mess, because Little Japan's guns fired indiscriminately, and a few bullets passed by his hiding place."

"Then he heard the cry of a wild beast, which was low and full of threats. Xiao Zhao couldn't tell what kind of beast it was. It seemed to be a bear, but it seemed that there were more than just bears. Who grew up in the country didn't listen to wild beasts eating people He grew up being frightened by the story, Xiao Zhao is even more afraid to move now, for fear that Little Japan will not see him, but will startle the wild beast and take him away."

"According to Xiao Zhao's later recollection, this process lasted about ten minutes. He remembered the instructions of the mountain people and didn't dare to peek. He only heard the roar of wild beasts and the screams of the little devil who was terrified."

"At the beginning there were still gunshots, except for the gunshots of small Japanese light machines and guns coming from the valley, and the gunshots of soil guns coming from behind him. But then the gunshots stopped, tragically. The screams disappeared, and the valley became quiet again, and even the wild beasts that appeared here seemed to have left."

"Xiao Zhao whispered to the mountain people next to him if he could get up now. But no one answered him. He raised his head bravely, and saw a blue cloth package in his hand, which contained several coarse grain corn buns. There were still people paddling on the ground. There was a very thick arrow, and beside it was written: Go out of the valley."

"Xiao Zhao raised his head and looked out, and saw a mess in the valley. Those Japanese soldiers had been bitten to death by wild beasts. All of them had their stomachs ripped open, blood staining most of the valley red...not a single one was alive."

"But those mountain people who saved him also disappeared. They took Little Japan's accessories, guns and bullets, just disappeared, as if they had never appeared before, and everything was just Xiao Zhao's illusion. "

Jing Rong asked him, "What happened next?"

"Later," Grandpa Jing dropped another son. Seeing that Jing Rong had shown signs of defeat, he couldn't help laughing, "Boy, are you convinced?"

Jing Rong glanced at the chessboard and readily conceded defeat.

Grandpa Jing continued the previous topic with a smile, "Later, Xiao Zhao followed the arrow drawn for him and walked for two or three days before leaving the mountain. When he found someone to ask, he had already left Tongguan. The area is so far away...it took a lot of effort to find the troops."

Jing Rong felt that this ending was a bit ordinary, without the fantasy feeling in the previous story.But think about it, if this person didn't come back alive, how could others know his experience?

Jing Rong thought for a while, then asked: "Xiao Zhao said he heard a whistle, did the beast start to attack after hearing the whistle?"

Grandpa Jing spread his hands, "That's how I heard it, how can I know if it's true or not?"

Jing Rong's mind was a little confused.If this old incident had actually happened, it meant that someone had actually done what he suspected.

Did these mountain people who were able to control beasts pass down their strange abilities from generation to generation?

Could it be that he was looking in the wrong direction, and it had nothing to do with Miyue, but such a group of people lived in the boundless forests of the Qinling Mountains, and they were responsible for the murder that happened in the mountains that day?

Hordes of beasts, and a whistle before an attack...

These similarities make it really difficult for him to attribute it to a coincidence... But the problem is, Jing Rong thought with a headache, this matter cannot be proven either.

Grandpa Jing, who told him this story, just regarded it as a story.

Jing Rong sighed, and asked him without much hope, "This little Zhao in the story...this Grandpa Zhao, can you still contact him now?"

Grandpa Jing shook his head, "Where can I get to know him? Our old chief and his guards are long gone... Do you calculate how old they are if they can live to this day?"

Jing Rong was mentally prepared for such a result, but was still disappointed.His desire to hear the version closest to the truth seemed impossible to realize.

Grandpa Jing looked at him curiously, "Why, doesn't it help your case?"

Jing Rong couldn't help but laugh, "Grandpa, your story has turned a few corners, and you don't know if it's true or not..."

"Really." Grandpa Jing waved his hand, confirming the matter, "During the drinking, the old chief said that his fellow security guard had personally seen the furoshiki that his comrade-in-arms treasured. It's the piece of cloth they wrapped his steamed buns with."

Jing Rong said angrily, "Anyway, you haven't seen it with your own eyes."

Grandpa Jing was choked for a moment, but his curiosity became even more serious, "Why, there was also a beast that killed someone? If someone ordered it, you should go and find out who the dead people had grudges with." ...There is no hatred, who cares about going to the trouble of killing the boss. You have to shout so many beasts... How can it be so easy... Think about it, you have to call our group of stupid dogs out of the yard It takes a lot of effort to come in and wash your feet..."

Jing Rong was about to refute, when suddenly his heart moved.

Seeing his reaction, Grandpa Jing showed a smug expression, and was about to mention his stupid grandson again, when Jing Rong jumped up, threw away the chess piece and ran upstairs.

"Tsk," Grandpa Jing shook his head behind him, "This ignorant fool..."

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Listen to grandpa talking about the past~~