Chapter 239: Snake Ghost Town · Swamp Demon (Part 2)

When Pan Zi mentioned this, I remembered it, and it made sense. It should be the case, but I do n’t agree with Pan Zi ’s final view. At that time, it was armed men who fled into the Gobi, but they all carried good guns. Yes, although the number is small, they are well-equipped. If they really enter the swamp, they may not die, maybe they will stay there for a while and leave. It ’s uninhabited here. Many poachers enter Cococili from here. After hitting the animals, they go directly into the smuggling trail and go to Nepal. It ’s not wrong to catch them.
Even the group of people may settle down here. Of course, this possibility is very small. The conditions here are not suitable for people living outside. I also said that it ’s better not to be. This kind of person is too extreme. We have to fight when we meet. We do n’t have guns or guns. If there is a death or injury, I ’m sorry for the crimes we suffered before. It should also be scrapped.
Thinking wildly, the fat man woke up. I let Pan Zi go to sleep for a while. He said he would n’t sleep anymore. It ’s so wet. He ’s getting old. He ’s definitely going to have trouble sleeping. There are a few things here. After thinking about it, you have more rest, we will leave here, anyway, the rain is also small. Going forward, the sky should be bright, and then find a better place to catch fire and take a rest.
Although this is said, under such conditions, subjectively thinking about going to bed does not fall asleep. We shrink together and look at the darkness while smoking, listening to the sound of rain and wind blowing through the rain forest. Pan Zi wiped his gun. It was too wet here. He was worried about the condition of his gun. The others chatted and chatted, but the oil bottle fell asleep.
Pan Zi and I talked about what happened when he fought in war. He was in the cooking class and was very young. On one occasion, their logistic forces encountered Vietnamese special forces. How did the cooks and porters fight those who have been fighting since childhood Americans fighting Vietnamese? They were later forced into a swamp, because the Vietnamese abused the captives, so they finally decided to die together. At that time, the guards who protected them sent each of them a grenade in preparation for the final moment of sacrifice.
Vietnamese people are very smart. They are not showing their heads. They are scattered in the jungle and lurking towards them. A shot is put here, and a shot is put there, so that they do not know where they are coming from. They battled and retreated, and then retreated into the central swamp of the swamp, and the mud was wrapped to the base of their thighs at one foot, and they could not walk. At this time, the company commander ordered them to prepare.
Everyone with a grenade shrank into the mud, and only two nostrils were exposed with mud on his face. This time, the Vietnamese were panicked. They didn't know why, and they dared not enter the swamp. They shot with a gun in the swamp. Later, when the bullets were almost hit, they retreated.
Pan Zi did n’t dare to move in the quagmire. They were afraid that this was a trick of the Vietnamese. They had endured all night. When they saw that the Vietnamese were really gone, they came out cautiously. They thought they were stuck in the mud, and they used bamboo poles to find them in the mud. They hooked their bodies and found that the two men had been eaten up, leaving only a transparent skin. Something is agitating.
After such an experience, Pan Zi became afraid of the swamp. Later, he was transferred to the sharp knife row to fight in the rear of Vietnam. When the entire row was ambushed to death and he and the soldiers were left, they fled to the edge of a swamp. Going out to kill all the chasing soldiers, he refused to step into this place again.
Panzi was talking, and he kept yawning, and I heard the hazy, eyelid fight, and fell asleep again.
Half asleep and half awake, I don't know how long it has passed, I feel like I'm dreaming again, but I feel someone shaking me. That was the most uncomfortable time for me, and I wanted to push him away and continue to sleep, without pushing anyone else, but my mouth was covered at once.
This time I opened my eyes, and I saw that Aning was covering my mouth, and Pan Zi on the side was gently shaking the fat man. Several people seemed to be just waking up, looking at the side.
I turned around and saw that the wind was blowing a branch above our head. The huge canopy was shaking. It seemed that the wind was rising again. But when I felt it carefully, I could not feel the wind around me. Looking at the top of my head again, a brown python was coiling from another adjacent tree.