After he said this, I noticed that a huge wooden stake had been erected on the bare hill.
This wooden pile was obviously polished by hand.
The exposed part alone is about three meters high.
I didn't understand why these Cremo people had to go through all the trouble to lift it up from the bottom of the mountain, so I asked Qin Siyan what it was.
Qin Si looked up at the wooden stake and said, "There seems to be some carving patterns on the top.
I can't see clearly what they are.
But judging from the enthusiastic expressions of these savages, it may be something related to sacrifices.
The shopkeeper Yes, I have a bad feeling that you may suffer later."
The fat man kicked him four times because he thought he had a bad mouth.
I said, "Four Eyes is right.
There is nothing wrong with being mentally prepared in advance.
Where is Tu Lao?
Why didn't I see him?"
When I asked about Bald Lao, everyone fell silent.
A bad thought flashed through my mind, and I hurriedly asked Siyan what was going on.
He lowered his head and said, "After you left, the savages launched four or five waves of fierce attacks in succession, and we ran out of bullets.
Liu Meng had already woken up at that time, and he struggled with the warriors who led them down, and was finally hit by someone.
He pulled his head out of the cave and I’m afraid we never saw him again.”
"Bah," Wang Qingzheng knocked his eyes with the back of his head, "Don't blame me.
I'm telling you, Liu Meng is fine and nothing has happened.
He might come up with a submachine gun in a while."
When Si Yan heard this, he also knocked back with his head: "Is your brain broken?
Have you ever seen anyone with a brain who can still charge into battle?"
Neither of them was convinced by the other, so they just fucked with their heads.
I knew that Tu Lao had little chance of survival this time, and my heart was suddenly filled with anger and regret.
The fat man was tied to the two of them and did not participate in this childish quarrel.
Instead, he said to me uncharacteristically: "Brother, I know what you are thinking in your heart.
Lao Hu, grief and mourning are things for the future.
We The most important thing at the moment is how to survive first.
Otherwise, who will avenge Liu Tu and catch that dead girl Lin Fang?"
I was strung across the wooden pole, my head was a little congested from hanging for a long time, and my eyes were moist for some reason.
I said to the fat man: "They have identified me as the leader, and they will attack me first soon.
You try to keep a low profile, and when you seize the opportunity, take these two little ones and run away first.
Don't worry about me."
The fat man said contemptuously: "If it were me, could you leave me and run away?
It's definitely not like pretending to be a turtle's grandson.
Whoever wants to do it, anyway, Fat Master, I will never be a deserter even if I kill you."
I recall the various dangers and obstacles I faced in the past, most of which involved fighting against the sky, the earth, and the past.
Rarely does one have the opportunity to face an entire horde of barbarians.
When we were soldiers in the past, we also received training after being captured.
Most of them taught us that we should learn from the revolutionary martyrs.
It is best to be like Liu Hulan and shout "long live Chairman Mao" when facing execution.
But right now, the enemy neither wants us to confess nor want us to rebel.
It seems they are just thinking about how to clean us up.
At this time, the enthusiastic natives lit a bonfire in front of the giant wooden pile.
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Chief Stone Ax put on a golden three-eyed mask.
His whole body shook violently as if possessed by a ghost, and then let out a series of shouts of unknown meaning.
When I was working in rural areas, I often encountered similar superstitious activities.
Most of those goddesses and magic sticks were charlatans trying to extract money.
They would burn a few yellow talismans, sprinkle some rice wine, and then start talking nonsense about what kind of Jade Emperor and Queen Mother they were.
Down to earth and so on.
Once our engineering team received an order to build secret fortifications near the Qinling Mountains in Shaanxi Province, and happened to catch up with a local place called Niuwei Village where a meeting to welcome the gods was held.
At that time, our instructor repeatedly reminded that the meeting to welcome the gods was held locally.
Regarding folk activities, the army's attitude towards this is not to interfere or participate, and they just pretend they don't know about it.
However, most of us engineering soldiers are young boys in the 1780s and 1980s.
When faced with the boring excavation work every day, we will inevitably want to desert.
It happened that there was a junior soldier in our company named Li Maomao, and his cousin from afar worked in the county supply and marketing cooperative.
I encouraged him to take me to the village to watch the market and catch up on the fun.
At that time, I simply wanted to have a good time at the temple fair.
Unexpectedly, when I arrived there that night, I saw a different scene.
The local god-welcoming party was not the temple fair I originally expected, but an inhumane human sacrifice.
Beforehand, Li Maomao and I took off our military uniforms and put on the white shirt and black trousers he borrowed from an old watch shop.
We dressed up like ordinary people and blended into the procession to welcome the gods.
The old Taoist priest at the head of the team held up the Seven Lotus Purple Mirror Bagua Talisman, and the young Taoist priests on both sides shook their bells.
Wherever they went, residents held chickens, ducks and fruits to join the parade.
The two of us didn't know in advance that we had to bring tributes to the temple fair, so we randomly picked up a few stones from the haystacks on the roadside, wrapped them in cloth, and put them on our heads to make up for the loss.
The parade went all the way into the mountains.
I was a little surprised.
I had never heard of people going to the market to go into the ravines.
Just asked Li Maomao what was going on.
He said that he had only heard it mentioned by his old cousin and had never participated in the God-welcoming ceremony in person before, and he did not know where the young and old in the village were going to hold the temple fair.
We walked on the mountain road for about half an hour, and the parade grew stronger.
Among them were not only the villagers of Niuwei Village, but also many people from the surrounding villages.
Everyone was like bees attracted by nectar, tirelessly following the lead.
The old Taoist priest marched all the way to the depths of the mountain valley.
The cave is damp and gloomy, surrounded by ferocious and weird rocks.
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 the stage are desks and lamps for worship.
White candle.
We mixed in with the crowd and sat on the ground.
I pulled Li Maomao to sit closer to the stage and told him that he might want to watch a model opera first and then start other temple fair activities.
Just when we were excitedly guessing whether we were singing Shajiabang or The Red Lantern 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 song this song was about.
Li Maomao blinked and said in confusion: "Hey, is this a new drama?"
Soon I realized that this was not a new drama, but the old feudal superstition at work.
An old man who looked like a village cadre came onto the stage.
He first read out the recent domestic and international situation, then pointed at the woman kneeling beside the desk and said: "She, Zhao Qinghua, has been possessed by the black grandmother demon.
It is because of her that she...
The dolls in the village were dragged away by the wild dogs in the mountains one after another.
Now we have Jinluo Daxian come on stage to pray for us to slay the demon in Niuwei Village."
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Zhao Qinghua, who was called a temptress, was tied to the top of the mast on the stage by two Taoist priests while she was crying.
The old Taoist priest who held the Bagua Mirror high raised a string of yellow talismans on the table with his wooden sword.
He muttered something in his mouth, then shook the bell and said, "No, the evildoer has become one with her body and spirit.
Wait until I sacrifice the Samadhi True Fire."
Come up with her prototype.”
Several farm men carried the dry firewood that had been prepared in advance onto the stage and threw it in bundles at the feet of Zhao Qinghua.
Only then did I truly realize that what was unfolding 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 to death?"
I covered his mouth and looked around.
Fortunately, everyone focused their attention on the stands and said: "This is an abuse of lynching.
We can't watch her being burned to death.
You should go back to the company quickly."
Apply for support and I’ll find a way to go up and hold them back.”
Li Maomao had big beads of sweat on his head, nodded, and quietly retreated from the crowd.
The old Taoist priest on the stage offered a wooden sword, and a string of flames suddenly fell out of the air and danced up and down around him.
The crowd on the ground burst into enthusiastic worship, and an old lady with gray hair even knelt on the ground and kept chanting the blessings of Bodhisattva.
I sneered.
If the person on the stage was really some kind of Bodhisattva who saved people from suffering, how could he cruelly order innocent villagers to be burned to death?
It takes about twenty to thirty minutes to go back and forth from the valley of Niuwei Mountain to where our company is stationed.
Seeing that the ceremony of beating ghosts and welcoming gods has reached its climax, the Taoist priest in yellow and the old man who looked like a village cadre raised the torch and threw it towards the pyre under the mast.
I could no longer restrain my anger, stood up, and three times He took a step forward, held up one hand, jumped up to the stand, picked up the bag of stones used to pretend to be tribute, and threw them violently at the two executioners who were looking down on human life.
The people on the stage never expected that someone would suddenly come out to disrupt the situation, and I was caught off guard.
The old Taoist priest was even hit with a bunch of rocks and his head was badly bruised.
The torch almost burned his robe when he lost his hand.
I took advantage of the commotion among the people in the audience, cut off the hemp rope, and fled up the mountain with Zhao Qinghua in my arms.
The old Taoist priest became angry and led a large group of deceived people to chase us all over the mountains.
Zhao Qinghua was so frightened that she almost fainted.
Fortunately, our instructor arrived in time with a platoon of soldiers and used live ammunition to suppress the thugs who were trying to burn down the mountains and destroy the forests.
Because of this incident, both Li Maomao and I were implicated.
In particular, my criminal act of "violating" village cadres was characterized by the army leaders as bureaucratic style, and I was almost labeled as a counterrevolutionary.
Fortunately, the instructor and Zhao Qinghua repeatedly testified for me.
In the end, I was only symbolically removed from my position as squad leader and was assigned to Kanas for a while.
I was young and energetic at the time, and I had a big quarrel with the instructor because of my transfer.
Later I thought about it, the reason why I was transferred out of the local area was entirely because of the trust and protection given to me by the organization, and I was afraid that dangerous elements with ulterior motives would use the issue to incite the villagers.
They retaliated against me and aggravated the situation, causing irreconcilable conflicts between the local military and civilians.
Unexpectedly, after so many years, it would be me who was going to be roasted on the fire today.
Looking at the bonfire burning under the giant tree, I couldn't help but wonder if there was an advanced savage planning to rescue Hu at this moment.
What about the August 1st Operation?
The masked chief finished his dance to entertain the gods and took off the mask from his face.
The more I looked at the three-eyed golden mask, the more familiar it looked, and I felt like I had seen it somewhere before.
At this time, his two muscles were bulging like mountains.
The savage walked up to me and lifted up the wooden pole used to hang me.
Like a savage about to be disemboweled, I was carried to the giant tree.
The chief proudly handed the mask to an Indian girl next to him, then took a small and exquisite gold-handled human-head ax from the girl's hand and walked towards me.
Looking at these two exquisite handicrafts, I was filled with doubts.
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Logically speaking, the Cremo people's production technology is backward.
They are still a tribal commune group.
The weapons they use are all made of stone.
The tribe does not domesticate cattle and horses, let alone May know how to smelt metals.
The three-eyed mask worn by the chief and the current human-headed ax are of fine workmanship.
One eye of the mask is inlaid with rubies and the other eye is inlaid with turquoise.
The eye in the middle of the ghost face is a hole, which is consistent with the pattern on the head of the golden axe.
The antiquities belonging to the same series have a strong Inca color.
Such a matching-conscious artwork should not come from such a backward barbarian tribe.
It may be a product left over from ancient civilization, and may be inextricably related to the Inca temple we are looking for.
At the time of crisis, I was greeted by a flash of inspiration in my mind.
Unfortunately, the two parties did not understand each other, and the previous contacts were not very effective.
At this moment, everyone else and I were prisoners, and it was impossible to get any useful information from the Masked Chief.
The chief raised his hands to the sky and looked up at the stars.
The other barbarians squatted on the ground, not daring to look directly at him.
He walked up to me, used a golden ax to lift the ropes around my hands and feet, and then asked someone to tie my hands behind my back and hang them on a huge tree.
It seems that Qin Siyan's analysis is correct at all.
These Cremo people really want to burn me to death.
The masked chief stepped forward with a golden ax in his hand and made two strokes on my chest.
The cold edge of the knife pressed against my coat, sending chills through my coat.
I thought to myself that if burning at the stake was not enough, this guy was planning to carve out my heart and drink it: