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At noon the next day, gunfire sounded like a swarm of hungry locusts flying from the foot of the mountain. The cuckoo was crouched on the cold rock at the entrance of the cave, looking down the hillside with a pair of bloodshot eyes through the wild vines and shrubs. Her body was shaking slightly from cold and hunger. Before leaving, the big bird buried the fire with earth, causing the cave to fall into darkness and cold. It snowed in the twelfth lunar month, and it had been falling intermittently for seven days. The villages under Daqing Mountain seemed to be piles of rags left behind by people, burning in the snowfield, and a strong smell of burnt food spread. A large number of Japanese soldiers wearing brown field uniforms left the village, crossed the road, and gathered towards Daqingshan.