"Mouse, what the hell is this weather? Why is it so hot?" Mouse and I took a bus to the border. Under the guidance of the respondent, I entered the jungle of Myanmar for the first time. The sultry weather made me feel like something was pressing down on my chest, and I couldn't breathe.

"It's okay, just get used to it. I used to run here, don't be nervous, nervousness will make you feel even more uncomfortable!" The mouse in front of me raised his knife and said without looking back.

The denseness of the jungle is beyond my imagination. You can't find a clean place for you to stay. The mouse holds a machete and is responsible for opening the way in front, and from time to time, he has to eliminate the poisonous little guy we encounter unexpectedly.

"Oh, okay, I hope I can adapt quickly. Mouse looks at the map. How far are we from the Japanese?" I adjusted my breathing and slowly adapted to the stuffy and humid jungle. At the same time, I was careful at my feet and followed Mouse with all my steps...

"Don't mention it, then there is no map, it's simply a treasure map!" The mouse threw the map over, and I reached out to catch it, and looked closely. The map was indeed as simple as it could not be simple. A few strokes were drawn to depict mountains and streams, and there was no map scale.

"What a joke?" I sat on the ground with this map like a ghost-drawing talisman.

"Get up quickly, it doesn't mean that scorpions can't get into your military boots. If your butt blocks their way, you will be in trouble." The mouse came over and pulled me up from the ground.

"Komatsu fuck this bastard. Why are you doing in this forest for nothing?" I patted my butt, confirmed that it was safe, and asked knowingly.

"Haha, the Japanese are really serious about their exploration. But even if Myanmar has the resources they need, will they dare to go to war with the British?" said mouse.

"The ambition of the Japanese to climb to land is beyond our imagination. It is the consciousness rooted in their blood. For this purpose, they dare to go to war with the Americans." Before I finished speaking, I saw the mouse in front suddenly squat down and stretched out his right hand to signal me to hide.

Seeing mouse's gesture, I immediately became concealed. My trust in mouse made me not careless at all. Mouse pointed at the direction of one o'clock and looked in the direction of mouse's finger. A thirteen or fourteen-year-old child was standing on a branch more than one meter tall. While looking around, he held a Chinese Hanyang Zao tightly in his right hand.

The mouse pointed at me, then opened his right hand and grabbed his celestial cover, signaled me to cover him, then pointed at himself, and then made another roundabout move, and sneaked into the jungle quietly.

I slowly raised my gun and steadily pressed the cross in the scope on the child's head. Under the action of the scope, a face unique to Burmese people was reflected into my eyes, with dark skin, small eyes, flat and wide nose, and two thick lips were constantly opening and closing, as if they were chewing something.

The mouse touched the tree quietly like a snake, and the child was still looking at the distance with a childish look on his face. The mouse reached out and hooked the child's left leg, and pulled it down hard to pull the child who was out of balance and panic into his arms. Before the child's feet fell to the ground, the mouse had already cut him out with a knife. The whole process ended in the blink of an eye.

We retreated to safety and threw him aside, "You won't beat him to death, are you? He is still a child!" The child still closed his eyes, as if he was dead, his whole body was limp and he could not see any vitality.

"He is awake, he is pretending to be dead. Don't believe it, look!" The mouse whispered at me, while pretending to casually throwing Hanyang Zao, who had already returned the bullet, at the child's hand.

Just as I was about the difference in mouse's behavior, the child suddenly reached out and grabbed Hanyang Zao at hand. He rolled and loaded the bolt, and moved smoothly, making me feel unbelievable. Before I could come back to my senses, the guy had already pulled the trigger.

"See?" The mouse, who had been prepared, had captured the child who had just reached our waist again.

I nodded, not knowing how to speak for a while.

"Myanmar has been under British colonial rule for a long time, and such national struggles have never stopped, so it has cultivated generations of outstanding soldiers." After the mouse tied up the child, he patted his shoulder and said, "Who can believe that this is a teenage child with a bold judgment, smooth movements, and firm eyes!"

"Can you understand Chinese? We have a few questions to ask you, don't worry, we are not enemies!" Mouse stared at the other party, and after getting the interaction of his eyes, he slowly said: "I took the cloth away, can you guarantee not to shout? Do you understand?" Seeing the other party nodding, Mouse slowly stretched out his left hand to prepare to take away the rag that was blocked in the other party's mouth. At the same time, his right hand had already turned into a palm, ready to knock the other party out of his face at any time.

"Wow!" As soon as the cloth strip was taken away, the child instinctively retching twice, "Are you Chinese?" After stopping his vomiting, the child said in a bad Chinese.

This sudden change scared the mouse and I, "You can speak Chinese?" I asked.

"Can you know a little, a little!" The child turned his little eyes and said tentatively: "Can the python fly?"

"Of course, the big bird will take him to the sky."

"Will the big tree go?"

"Of course, the bird will bring his seeds to the whole jungle."

After we had a strange code, I helped the mouse untied the rope for the child. After knowing that it was my own, the little guy immediately showed the child's nature and immediately became very interested in the mouse's gun. "What are your name?" I asked kindly.

"Mao Naiwen!"

"Your surname is Mao?" There seems to be no surname Mao in the Baijia surname, so I guess he has a unclear accent and has described Mao as Mao.

"Haha!" The mouse covered his stomach and sneered, "My last name? Haha, Lone Wolf, you can really do it!"

"Is it funny?" Seeing the child laughing, I grabbed my head and said with an embarrassment.

The mouse stopped smiling and explained to me: "In Myanmar, the name of a teenage man should be added with the word "mao" when calling him, which means "young man, younger brother"; the name of a peer or young man is added with "Guo", which means "big brother, brother"; the elderly, superiors or people with certain status should be called "Wu", which means "uncle, uncle", and "Wu" is the most respectful title for men."

Seeing that I was confused, mouse continued to explain: "For example, he!" mouse pointed to Maumen Naiwen and continued: "Now he is still a child, and people call him "Maumen Mindeng". If he is familiar with him, most of the friends he is called "Guo Mindeng". If he can become an amazing person when he grows up, he will be respected as "Wu Mindeng". If he becomes a general, then the name may become "General Naiwen."

"So that's it!" I nodded, and then apologized for my unreasonable apology just now: "Sorry, Maunain!"
Chapter completed!