After walking along the gravel on the mountain wall, I found an uphill ramp hidden among the barren weeds. It should be the supporting facilities built by the Japanese when they went up the mountain. The traces of blasting can still be seen vaguely, and there are still steel nails on the mountain wall.
I tried the ramp pedal, it was rotten, and it became scum as soon as I stepped on it. It is estimated that I can't support two people to climb on it.
"Or else." Fang Jindong suggested: "I will carry you up."
I looked at him suspiciously, "Will it work? Will it fall down half way and throw me to death?"
"No." Fang Jindong said to himself: "It's a simple matter."
In fact, the scruples in my heart are not a safety issue. Fang Jindong is wearing a long black dress with long sleeves, only his head and face are exposed, but will his body be... dirty
Although it is cruel to think like this, this is the truth. No matter how much I adjust my mentality, I can't bypass the psychological anxiety of the other party in the Near East, thinking that he is an alien.
Seeing me hesitate, Fang Jindong's face dimmed a bit, "Or, let's join the large group first, and then take the rope, I will go up and put the rope down, you climb the rope?"
The guilt in my heart became more serious. I felt sorry for this person at first. I explained: "You should carry me up, but I am afraid of heights. I was just wondering if I would be scared to death?"
Fang Jindong smiled and waved his hand, "You can close your eyes then."
The two people's knives were pinned to my waist, and then they lay on Fang Jindong's back and felt it. It was not the strange touch as imagined, it was similar to a normal person, but it was harder. He stuck my calf firmly, his arms were made of iron. Let me have a feeling of being firmly imprisoned.
"It's started." Fang Jindong let out a low voice, using his feet, and his whole body leaped up instantly. I didn't react and my heart sank with fright. Fang Jindong moved around on the mountain wall flexibly. Since his hand was about to catch me, Fang Jindong could only control his figure with the power of his waist, abdomen and heel. Fortunately, there are remnants of a ramp built by the Japanese on the mountain wall, and the angle of inclination is not too large.
I felt my vision blurred for a while, and the messy scenery turned upside down in front of me, then Fang Jindong's figure paused and stopped steadily. Then let go, and I stood on a flat ground.
After standing firmly, I raised my head and took a close look at the complex of buildings left by the Japanese for the first time, and soon I felt that something was wrong.
The scale of this complex is really too big.
From the old document that Bai Ye showed me, it can be inferred that no one knew about the existence of Japanese in the mountains and forests at least in 1946. It shows that all the Japanese activities here are carried out in secret. It is very likely that after Japan invaded Southeast Asia in 1942, it crossed the border from Vietnam into Guangxi and carried out secret activities from the forest.
But the Japanese building complex in front of me has almost leveled the entire top of the mountain. On such a large scale, it is almost impossible to carry out in a concealed state. Whether it is the blasting problem, the transportation of materials, or the stacking of earthwork, it will attract the attention of the outside world. And in this long process, it will be discovered by mountain people who go hunting in the mountains at any time. But why was the existence of the Japanese not discovered by the Soviet KGB until 1946
So, how did the Japanese complete such a huge project in such a long period of time without being discovered by the outside world? Moreover, Japan invaded Southeast Asia in 1942. By 1945, the Emperor of Japan announced its surrender. There were only three years for large-scale construction projects. Where did their time come from
The first thing that catches the eye is a few hidden lookouts, which have been concealed by the savage growth of trees and weeds. Behind the observation deck are two rows of factories, facing the ramp that came up. "What are these factories processing?"
"Go and see."
In fact, there is still a question. Why these buildings have to be built on the mountain wall with great effort? Concealment may be only one reason, and the construction on the mountain wall may expose their existence due to the huge amount of work.
Why on earth are they building the factory on the mountain wall
"Could it be that there was something in the canyon below that made them have to build on the mountain wall." Fang Jindong guessed.
"Then there are only the walking corpses, but for some walking corpses, it takes so much time and effort. Is it not worth the loss? In fact, the cost of resolving the threat of those walking corpses is completely less than the cost of building a factory on the mountain wall.
"I don't know, go in and take a look." Fang Jindong took the knife from my waist and found that the edges of both knives had collapsed, like a sawtooth. I said that it didn't work so well afterwards.
"It's okay." Fang Jindong held the knife with his back facing forward. "It's fine to use it with an iron rod."
When the two walked to the outermost row of factories, they could vaguely see that the outer wall used to be white, but now it was covered with moss. The outer corner had collapsed, the gate had fallen, and a tree emerged from the dark space. Poked out.
"It's so dark, it's useless for you to go in." Fang Jindong poked his head in and took a look. "Or I'll go in and take a look. You'll be waiting outside."
"It's the same if you go in." I shook my head.
"You don't know," Fang Jindong said embarrassedly, "I have night vision."
Me: ... Superman.
"Okay, then you be careful." In fact, along the way, it is impossible for the other party to have no diaphragm in the Near East, but slowly, I found that besides the physical difference, other aspects, such as emotional, he has the same relationship as normal people. Similar needs. Sensitive inferiority complex, eager for approval.
He nodded, turned and walked inside the factory.
The space inside seemed to be quite large, and Fang Jindongkong’s footsteps could be heard at first, but afterwards, it was as if the person had disappeared out of thin air, and there was silence, leaving only the sound of his own clear breathing.
I called out, "Fang Jindong, how about it."
"Ah... Fortunately." Fang Jindong replied vaguely, then there was no sound again.
I squatted outside and bored. Mosquitoes stung a few bags on my ankles. I tied my trousers and didn’t know how they got in. (End of this chapter)