It was only when he said this that I noticed that a huge stake had risen on the bare hill at some point.
The stake was clearly hand-polished.
The one exposed on the outside is more than three meters high.
I didn't understand why these Cremo people had to go to great lengths to carry it up from the bottom of the mountain, so I asked Qin Siyan what it was.
Qin Siyan looked up at the wooden stake and said, "There seem to be some carved patterns on the top, I can't see exactly what they are."
However, judging from the fanatical expressions of these savages, it may be something related to sacrifice.
Shopkeeper, I have a bad feeling that you may have to suffer later. ” The fat man kicked him four times with his foot, and he thought that his crow mouth was stinky.
I said, "Four Eyes is right, there's nothing wrong with being mentally prepared early."
Where is the bald scoop, why didn't you see him?"
As soon as I asked about the bald scoop, everyone fell silent.
A terrible thought crossed my head and I hurriedly asked Four-Eyes what was going on.
He bowed his head and said, "After you left, the savages launched four or five waves of onslaught, and we ran out of bullets.
Liu Meng had already woken up at that time, and scuffled with the warriors they led down, and finally was dragged out of the cave by someone who smashed his head.
We never saw him again after we were caught.
I'm afraid" "I'm sorry," Wang Qingzheng knocked four times with the back of his head, "You don't owe this young master."
Let me tell you, Liu Meng didn't have anything to do.
Maybe I'll come up with a submachine gun in a moment. ” When he heard this, he also knocked back with his head: "Is your kid brainbroken?"
You've seen anyone whose head blooms and can charge into battle" Neither of them was convinced, so they just did it with their heads.
I knew that the bald scoop had little chance of life this time, and my heart was suddenly full of anger and remorse.
The fat man, tied to the two of them, did not participate in this childish quarrel, but said to me uncharacteristically: "Brother knows what is going on in your heart.
Lao Hu, grief and mourning are things in the future, and the most important thing in front of us is how to live first.
Otherwise, who will revenge Liu Bald's revenge Lin Fang's dead girl, who will arrest it" I was straddled across a wooden pole, my head was a little congested from the long hanging, and my eyes were a little moist for some reason.
I said to the fat man, "They have recognized me as the leader, and they will cut me first."
You try to keep a low profile and take the two little ones to run first when you get the chance.
Don't worry about me. ” The fat man said disdainfully: "If it's me, can you leave me and run, it can't be this kind of thing that pretends to be the grandson of the turtle, who is willing to do it, anyway, I will definitely kill the fat man and not be a deserter." ” I recall all kinds of dangers and obstacles in the past, mostly fighting with the sky, the earth, and the past.
Rarely have there been such an opportunity to face an entire barbarian tribe as it does today.
In the past, when we were soldiers, we also received training after being captured, and most of them taught us to learn from the revolutionary martyrs.
It's best to be like Liu Hulan when facing the execution, shouting Long live Chairman Mao.
But for now, the enemy does not want us to confess or betray, but seems to be only thinking about how to clean us up.
At this moment, the enthusiastic natives lit a bonfire in front of the giant wooden stake, and the chief of the stone axe wore a golden three-eyed mask, and the whole person shook violently as if possessed by a ghost, and then let out a series of shouts of unknown meaning.
When I used to cut the queue in the countryside, I often encountered similar superstitious activities, and most of those gods and goddesses were charlatans who ate and squeezed money, burned a few yellow charms, sprinkled some rice wine, and began to babble nonsense about what the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother were when they went down to earth.
Once, when our engineering team received an order to build a secret fortification near the Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi Province, it was just in time to catch up with a local place called Niuwei Village that was holding a meeting to welcome the gods.
However, most of us engineers are hairy boys of seventeen, eighteen, and nineteen, and it is inevitable that we want to desert in the face of boring excavation work every day.
It just so happened that there was a small soldier named Li Maomao in our company, and a distant old watch of his family worked in the county supply and marketing cooperative.
I asked him to take me to the village to see the bazaar.
At that time, I just wanted to have a good time at the temple fair, but I didn't expect that when I arrived at that place that night, I saw a different scene.
The local festival was not the temple fair I had originally expected, but a brutal human sacrifice.
Beforehand, Li Maomao and I took off our military uniforms, changed into white shirts and black trousers that he had stolen from the old watch shop, and dressed up as ordinary people to blend into the procession to welcome the gods.
The old Taoist priest at the head of the team held high the Seven Lotus Purple Mirror Bagua Talisman, and the little Taoist priests on both sides shook the bell.
Wherever they went, residents carried chickens, ducks and fruits to join the procession.
The two of us didn't know in advance that we would have to bring tribute to the temple fair, so we picked up a few stones from the grass on the side of the road, wrapped them in cloth, and put them on our heads to fill the number.
The procession drove all the way into the mountains, and I was a little strange, I had never heard of rushing to the ravines and ravines.
Just asked Li Maomao what was going on.
He said that he had only heard Lao Biao mention that he had never personally participated in the welcoming party before, and he didn't know where the old and young people in the village were going to hold the temple fair.
We walked for about half an hour on the mountain road, and the procession grew stronger and stronger, including not only the villagers of Niuwei Village, but also many people from the surrounding villages, all of whom were like bees attracted by nectar, tirelessly following the old Taoist priest all the way to the depths of the mountain recess.
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The inside of the mountain recess is damp and gloomy, and there are hideous and strange rocks all around, and the large square in the middle has long been lit with torches, and a stage of five or six square meters has been set up, on which there are tables and white candles for worship.
We mingled in the crowd and sat on the floor.
I pulled Li Maomao to sit closer to the stage and told him that I might want to watch a model play before starting other temple fair activities.
Just when we were excitedly speculating whether it was Shajiabang or Red Lantern that we were singing tonight, a young woman in ragged clothes was suddenly tied up and pushed onto the stage.
Li Maomao and I looked at each other, and for a while we couldn't figure out which one this was singing.
Li Maomao blinked and puzzled: "Hey, is it a new drama?"
I soon realized that this was not a new play, but an old-style feudal superstition.
An old man who looked like a village cadre walked up to the stage, first read out the recent situation at home and abroad, and then pointed to the woman kneeling beside the desk and said: "She, Zhao Qinghua, has been possessed by the black grandmother, and it is because of her that the dolls in the village will be dragged away by the wild dogs in the mountains one after another."
Now we have invited the Golden Gong Daxian to come to the stage to pray for the blessing of the demon slaying in our Ushiwei Village.
Everyone applauds and welcomes" Zhao Qinghua, who was called the demon woman, was tied to the top of the mast on the stage by two Taoist priests in the midst of her crying.
The old Taoist priest who held the gossip mirror high picked up a string of yellow talismans on the desk with a wooden sword, chanted words in his mouth, and then shook the copper bell and said: "It's not good, the demon has become one with her."
Wait for me to raise the true fire of samadhi and burn out her prototype. ” Several peasant men carried the dry firewood prepared in advance and carried it onto the stage, and threw it at Zhao Qinghua's feet one by one.
It was only then that I truly realized that what was being staged in front of me was not a new model drama, but a living murderous farce.
Li Maomao grabbed my hand tightly: "Squad leader, are they really going to burn her?"
I covered his mouth and looked around, but everyone was focused on the stands and said, "This is an abusive lynching."
We can't watch her burn to death, you hurry back to the company and apply for reinforcements, I will find a way to go up and drag them down. ” Beads of sweat the size of beans appeared on Li Maomao's head, nodded, and quietly retreated from the crowd.
The old Taoist priest on the platform raised the wooden sword, and a string of flames suddenly fell out of thin air, dancing up and down around him.
The crowd of onlookers on the ground erupted into enthusiastic worship, and an old lady with gray hair even knelt on the ground and kept chanting the Bodhisattva's blessing.
I sneered, if there was really a bodhisattva on the stage who rescued the suffering, how could he cruelly order the burning of innocent villagers.
From the recess of Mt.
Oxwei to the place where our company is stationed, it takes about twenty or thirty minutes to make a round trip.
Seeing that the ritual of beating ghosts and welcoming the gods had gradually reached a climax, the yellow-clothed Taoist priest and the old man like a village cadre raised the torch together and threw it at the pyre under the mast.
The people on the stage never thought that they would suddenly run out and disrupt the situation, and I was caught off guard.
The old Taoist priest was even more smashed by a random stone and his head was bleeding, and the torch almost burned his robe.
I took advantage of the commotion of the people in the audience, cut the hemp rope, and fled all the way to the mountain with Zhao Qinghua in my arms.
Annoyed and angry, the old Taoist priest led a large group of blinded people to chase us all over the mountains.
Zhao Qinghua was so frightened that she almost fainted, but fortunately, our instructor arrived in time with a platoon of soldiers and suppressed the rioters who tried to burn the mountains and destroy the forest with real guns and live ammunition.
Because of this incident, Li Maomao and I were implicated.
In particular, my criminal act of "committing violence" against village cadres was characterized by the military leaders as bureaucratic style, and I was almost branded as a counter-revolutionary.
Fortunately, the instructor and Zhao Qinghua repeatedly testified for me, and in the end, I was only symbolically dismissed from the position of squad leader and assigned to Kanas as an idle errand for a while.
I was young and vigorous at the time, and I had a big quarrel with the instructor over the transfer of my post, and I thought about it later that the transfer of me from the local area was entirely due to the organization's trust and protection of me, and I was afraid that dangerous elements with ulterior motives would take advantage of the problem and incite the villagers to retaliate against me, and then make the situation serious and cause irreconcilable contradictions between the local military and the people.
I didn't think that after many years, it was myself who was going to be roasted on the shelf today, looking at the bonfire burning more and more fiercely under the giant tree, I couldn't help but wonder, is there also a savage with advanced thoughts at this moment who is planning to rescue Hu Bayi The Mask Chieftain finished his dance to entertain the gods, and removed the mask from his face, and the more I looked at the three-eyed golden mask, the more familiar it became, and I always felt that I had seen it somewhere, when two wild men with bulging muscles like mountains came up to me and lifted up the wooden pole from which I had been hanging, one after the other.
I was like a wild man about to be disemboweled, and let them carry me to the giant tree.
The chief triumphantly handed the mask to an Indian maiden beside him, and from the maiden's hand, he took a small, delicate gold-handled man-head axe and walked towards me.
I looked at these two exquisite crafts, and my heart was full of suspicions, it stands to reason that the production technology of the Cremo people is backward, and they are still a tribal commune group, and the weapons used are all made of stone, and the tribe does not domesticate cattle and horses, let alone know how to smelt metal.
The three-eyed mask worn by the chief is intricately crafted with the current head axe, with rubies inlaid on one eye and turquoise on the other, and the eye in the middle of the grimace is a hollow, which is consistent with the pattern on the head of the golden axe, belonging to the same series of antiquities, with a strong Inca color.
Such a matching artwork should not have come from such a backward barbarian tribe, it may be a product of ancient civilization, and it may be inextricably related to the Inca temple we are looking for.
At the time of the crisis, I was shouted hello by the flash of inspiration in my head, but unfortunately the language of the two sides was not understood, and the previous contact results were not ideal.
Now that I and the others are captives, it is even more impossible to get useful information from the Mask Chief.
The chief turned his hands to the sky and looked up at the starry sky.
The other barbarians squatted on the ground one after another, not daring to look at him directly, he walked up to me, picked the ropes on my hands and feet with a golden axe, and then ordered someone to tie my hands backwards and hang a giant log, it seems that Qin Siyan's analysis is not wrong at all, this group of Cremo people really want to burn me to the sky.
The Mask Chief stepped forward with a golden axe and struck me twice on the chest, sending a chill from the cold edge of the knife against my coat.
I thought to myself, isn't it enough to be burned at the stake, this guy is still going to dig out my heart and liver to drink: