Survival Tale on a Deserted Island: I and Airline Stewardess

38.The corpses of Japanese soldiers

Continuing, suddenly I felt a sharp pain in my back. Viciously kicked, my body swayed, and I tumbled into that deep hole!

"Damn it, this guy! He actually went back on his word!" Anger raged within me. I hadn't expected to be ambushed by this useless guy. How deep was this hole? Did I have to meet Yama, the King of Hell, here today? The thought crossed my mind when another intense pain struck my chest, and I had already fallen to the bottom of the hole.

Almost unable to breathe from the pain, fortunately, the hole didn't seem as deep as it appeared, and I hadn't fallen to my death. Though my body was in agony, I couldn't let my guard down. I quickly stood up, pressed against the wall of the hole, my heart pounding with tension.

Now that I had fallen into the hole, it was the perfect opportunity for Hu Yijian to harm me. There's a saying, "adding insult to injury," and this was the perfect time for it. If he threw some large stones down, he might actually manage to crush me. Pressed against the hole's wall, I remained alert, preparing for a possible attack.

However, it seemed I overestimated this guy's intelligence. He didn't throw any stones but instead laughed triumphantly from above, "Zheng family's kid, let's see if you're still arrogant. I've wanted to kill you for a long time! Let me tell you, this is the fate of offending Hu Yijian!"

Angry and shaking from head to toe, I remained silent. I knew I was in a weak position now, in the pitch-black hole, where he couldn't see my condition. Pretending to be dead was the best choice. I listened to Hu Yijian's arrogant curses while holding my nose, as a foul smell filled the hole, the source of which I couldn't figure out.

When Hu Yijian heard no movement below, thinking I had died from the fall, he continued to insult me, thinking he had succeeded, and proudly left. As I watched him go, I breathed a sigh of relief but couldn't help cursing, "Hu Yijian, you deceitful scoundrel. Don't think I'll forget this when I get out; I will definitely get my revenge!"

Thinking maliciously, I explored the hole. Feeling my pockets, I discovered that my lighter and small flashlight were still there. This flashlight was from the damaged suitcase I found on the beach. I knew the batteries might be dead, but I couldn't worry about that now. I quickly turned on the flashlight to illuminate the surroundings. At a glance, I was shocked and felt increasingly uneasy. In the dim light of the flashlight, a human skeleton lay against the wall of the hole.

The foul smell I had noticed before was emanating from him. He was almost completely decomposed, but surprisingly, his military uniform was exceptionally intact, showing no signs of damage. It seemed of high quality. Examining his clothing closely, I was astonished. He wore a deep green military uniform, a snowsuit, and an old steel helmet on his head. The military uniform shocked me because I recognized it; wasn't this the uniform of the Japanese army during World War II?

Having a bit of knowledge about military matters, I had learned quite a bit of related information. The steel helmet on his head was a standard-issue helmet for the Japanese army during World War II, the Type 90 helmet. And beside him lay a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet, the bayonet wrapped in a small cloth — the national flag of Japan.

"How could there be a Japanese corpse in this place?" I was shocked and vaguely felt that I had discovered something unusual. At the same time, I felt a sense of despair. The Japanese equipment seemed quite sophisticated, yet he had died in this hole. What gave me the right to think I could get out? Could this guy have also been pushed into this hole and starved to death?

Enduring a pungent stench, I began to examine the Japanese corpse, hoping to find something useful. In the process of searching, to my pleasant surprise, I discovered some things.