I don't know how long it took, but I was woken up by a wave of pain. In addition to reacting to pain, the next thing I started working was hearing, because I heard the movement around me first. The movement was someone talking. It is not the local language that is spoken, but... English and French from time to time.

I immediately realized that this was not the Serbs and would not be the Albanians, but the NATO people who had knocked us, the Serbs and the Albanians to the ground. The language is not unified should be a mercenary, it seems that I have not been in a coma for long. These people haven't left yet.

I didn't move, my voice sounding far from me, and if I did, I would probably be spotted. At this moment, there is no gunfire around, there should be no around... There are no enemies for these people. I began to listen carefully to what they were saying, as if they were taking a short break, talking more like small talk.

One of them said in English with a distinct accent: "This time there will be peace on the border." You can take a long vacation and go to Italy to have fun. ”

Another voice rang out, this person's English level is good, the accent is not obvious, but you can still hear someone who is not a native English speaker, "You want to find an Italian woman, right?" I still think women from Eastern Europe are better-looking. ”

The man's words seemed to resonate, and there was a burst of laughter around him. After laughing, the first voice sounded: "I didn't expect the people here in the forest to be so strong in the end." It's just that we didn't achieve such a big result this time, and we people have to take a vacation. ”

The second voice continued a moment after the man had finished speaking: "The Serbs have no shortage of warriors who dare to fight. ”

"Like you?" A new voice appeared, and the tone didn't seem very friendly.

"What do you mean?" The second voice asked.

"Aren't you also Serb? How do you feel about having these fellow citizens of yours with us? Would you like to see if any of these fallen people have any of your fellow villagers or relatives? ”

"! I'll tear your mouth apart. The second voice suddenly called out in the local language. Then there was a chaos, and a lot of people were talking as if they were fighting.

"Enough!" A new voice appeared, "Be careful when you speak." If there are conflicts, you will solve them when you return to the camp, and don't engage in these useless things when you are on duty. After stopping the conflict, the voice continued: "Have we all collected our bodies?" ”

"Packed up." A voice replied.

"Have you checked the surroundings? Are there still enemies? ”

"I didn't see anything moving."

"Then let's go. Unless you want to spend the night with these corpses. As the man finished speaking, there was a sound of footsteps from above, and then the footsteps went in the direction of Kosovo, and the surroundings slowly fell silent.

After about twenty minutes, I slowly rolled over after making sure there was no other movement around me. I noticed that there were tall plants all around me. Maybe it was the vegetation and the camouflage I was wearing that kept me from being seen lying here.

I tried to sit up, and there was pain in many parts of my body at once. I slowly crawled out of the grass nest and looked at it, I had fallen down the hillside, no wonder the sound was coming from above. I climbed to a tree and rested against it, but I was already exhausted and the pain in my body was even more difficult to support my body to continue moving.

After adjusting my backing posture, I looked around, and the scene here can only be described as tragic. At intervals there were one or even several corpses, and I stood up against the tree and looked in the direction we had retreated, the bodies of the dead like a road in the woods that ran from the edge of the woods to me. Soon I found the president's body, and he was still in the same way as he was dead. Just as I was about to move over to take a closer look, there was a noise behind me.

I instinctively touched the gun, but I didn't know where I had lost it. I waited silently for a moment, nothing happened, and then I slowly turned to look at the place where the sound was coming from.

I saw a man get up from the ground and lean sideways against a mossy stone. He is the fat Ivanovich. At this moment, the fat man was looking at me, and the expression on his face seemed to be smiling, but the expression was ugly, as if he was holding on.

I turned around and slowly walked towards the fat man, and when I was almost trying my best, I finally came to the fat man's side, in fact, this distance is not far, it is only more than 20 meters away, it is a little uphill.

I came to the fat man, who struggled to raise his head and motioned for me to sit down beside him. I helped him to sit down slowly against the mossy stone. After sitting down, I saw that the fat man had suffered a lot of injuries, and there was basically no salvation in this place.

"New here, you're good. I never wanted to fight to the death with someone I had only met the day before yesterday and who could only talk to me for a few words. The fat man said and pulled out a bloody cigarette case and lighter from his blood-stained pants pocket, and he handed it to me, "Find a clean one, and find one for yourself, if you want to smoke it." ”

I took the cigarette case, opened it, found one that was not stained with blood, and handed it to him, then closed the cigarette case, "This cigarette case is very delicate." ”

The fat man lit his own cigarette and took a puff of cough a few times before saying, "My daughter gave me a gift, although she has always been against me smoking." If you can take it with me when you go out, and tell him that it is better for her to live well in a country where there is no war and no compulsory military service. ”

I heard him say this, and I put the cigarette case away, "Did you hear what the mercenaries said?" ”

Ivanovich nodded, "I heard you." There are Serbs among them, that's nothing. Any country will produce such people. Saying that, the fat man sighed in frustration and continued: "Actually, as a person like me, I should have long been used to fighting with my own people. The fat man looked at me as he spoke, and saw that I didn't understand, and then said, "Civil war." The new arrival, the civil war. You don't never watch international news, or just come out of the woods. A civil war is a shame whether it is won or lost, and there is no winner. ”

After seeing that I understood, the fat man shook his head, and after taking another puff of cigarette, he suddenly touched his waist, and then pulled out a pistol, "I almost forgot this." The fat man said and handed me the pistol,

"Ruger?" I took the pistol.

The fat man nodded, and said proudly, "This is what my grandfather left me." He was a partisan and fought against the German devils. After speaking, the fat man suddenly looked very lost, "My grandfather always told me to live a good life, and if necessary, I must have the courage to defend the country and my people." But all these years, I was fighting a civil war... Saying that, the fat man looked at me and pointed in the direction where the NATO people left, and said, "Actually, let me tell you, this time is the happiest one I hit." I can finally fight people who are not from my own country, and I can finally fight foreign enemies like my ancestors. Although this is probably my last battle, it is an honor to die in battle with the NATO people, and I have an account for my grandfather... ”

I touched the well-kept Ruger pistol in my hand while looking at Ivanovich, who suddenly came to his senses, and listened to him quietly, I knew that the fat man was returning to the light at the moment, and his life was losing rapidly.

The fat man looked at Luger in my hand after the emotion ended, "I gave it to you." Even if it's a souvenir of your fight with me and a reward for returning the cigarette case to my daughter. Anyway, don't let it rot here with me. ”

I nodded, and loaded the pistol onto myself. The fat man quickly finished smoking the cigarette and said to him as he stretched out his hand, "Another one." ”

I pulled out my cigarette case and handed it to him, and he picked up the lighter again to light it, but this time it was not accurate. I glanced at him, reached out and took his hand with the lighter, and helped him light the cigarette.

The fat man took a hard puff on his cigarette, "Can you tell me the story you told your companions before?" What Wolf Tooth Mountain? ”

"******, I mean that fighting the Japanese in my hometown is the same as you fighting the Germans. It is the story of five heroes who fought to the death. Just like you. I spoke.

The fat man grinned and said, "I like stories like this, tell me about them." ”

I nodded and began to tell the story, but not long after the story began, the cigarette fell from the fat man's mouth, and the corners of his mouth remained smiling.