Everything in the world is meaningless, God gives us dreams and tries to destroy our dreams, God is the one who has the right. We're just their toys. I don't want to be like them in the power of oppression. But, otherwise, I will die with the expectations of my friends and their fantasies about the good. A good life, as long as it is touched, knows that it is dirty.

I have seen many dreams and hopes extinguished under the oppression of the human heart and the world. Including my own.

I was abandoned by my parents in the midst of the war, and I had no memory of what my parents looked like. Come back and raise the mercenary group. From the age of seven, he was enslaved by them and helped them to open mines.

That's when I realized that I wasn't the only one who was left behind by my parents, that this mercenary group had enslaved at least a few thousand children. It's just that there aren't many people who can see it later. They were either put to death, their heads cut off and kicked by the mercenaries, or they were turned into dung because they were eaten.

When I was eleven years old, I finally left the mine and caught a glimpse of the sun that I had not seen in a long time. It's just that I got not only false freedom, but also blood-stained hands.

I remember there were six kids in the car, including me. There were three mercenaries escorting us, one driving, and two were watching us.

We were sent away because the number of mines opened did not reach the minimum. Eighty percent of the places I went to were execution grounds.

Sure enough, when we arrived at our destination, we were frightened, our short pants were wet, and the only two girls hugged each other and wept, their eyes were very pitiful. There were two white skulls hanging from the threshold at the doorway of the place, and one with rotten flesh and flies sticking to it.

A mercenary jumped out of the car, pointed a gun at us and said, "Get down!" ”

The big one goes down first, and I'm the second. The two women refused to come down, saying that they would not enter this terrible gate. The mercenary got annoyed, and slammed a few times on the head of one of the women, then kicked his eyes and said, "Not yet!" ”

The woman was stunned, and jumped out of the car.

The gate is already arranged so "wild", needless to say, inside. Inside is an open lot, with only three houses, still made of wood. Gunshots were also heard from time to time in the house. In the middle of these houses were rusty chains, strung with black, dirty skulls.

The tastes of the people who live here are so strong.

The mercenary who was watching us told us to stand still and run into the largest house of our own. Soon an old man came out of the door of the house, with a very terrible smile on his face, his eyebrows furrowed, his eyes bigger than his buttocks, and his terrifying gaze like a stinky fart. He wears a high hat and a large military coat. There are two pistols pinned to his waist, the thief is bright and the thief is bright, and these two guns are the most eye-catching on his body, because other places are "miserable".

The old man spoke: "Do you know why you are here?" ”

The big one said, "Because we don't have enough ore to dig up." ”

The old man said, "Then why don't you work harder?"

I said, "Because there's no ore left in that cave." I don't know how much courage it took me to say that.

The old man's face was wrong, and he closed his mouth full of cavities. He turned around and muttered something to one of the mercenaries. After saying this, the mercenary ran into the most humble room, and soon came out, and he also took a bag of bread, and said to us, "This is yours, eat quickly." ”

We go to grab bread like madmen, like a bunch of beggars who drop a wallet on the street and go to grab it. At the time, I thought it was delicious, and I hope to eat more in the future.

Half an hour after eating, the old man put it in front of me with a device that had a handle like a pump that could be pressed, and I later learned that it was an explosive fuse, and when I pressed down on that handle, the explosive attached to it exploded. The old man put one hand on my shoulder and smiled in horror, and the wrinkles on his face looked like they were carved out of wood. He whispered to me, "There's no ore in that mine, is there?" ”

I swallowed and nodded.

The old man's high hat obscured the sunlight and filled his brows with shadows, but those bloodshot eyes made me feel cold like never before. He said, "Really? Well, that means that the hell place has lost its interests and is worthless to us, so I put a lot of bombs there, you just need to press down this handle, and the hill where the mine is located will be completely leveled, as for those who can't escape, since they can't even escape from this, then they will only be used as cannon fodder on the battlefield in the future. It's a waste of my money to feed them! ”

I went limp, because I knew that if I pressed this thing, many of my friends who had been talking and laughing together would have died, and that I had executed them with my own hands. I really don't want to be like those mercenaries who use ridiculous excuses to deprive others of their lives.

The old man, seeing that I was trembling on the spot, was so impatient that he took out a shining pistol, put it on the head of the only girl in our group, and said to me: "You need some courage, maybe you are afraid of what people will look like when they die, so I will give you a preview, and every time I count them, my bullets will clear the brain of your so-called friend." ”

I looked at the old man in horror, my body was shaking so badly that my hair was dangling in front of my eyes.

"One!" The old man's voice sounded like that of the charter woman, and then a conspicuous flash of fire pierced the girl's messy hair. The short one hides behind the big one with an exaggerated expression. And the big one just watched with wide eyes and gritted his teeth.

The old man was not idle, he walked up to the boy in front of me and buried the muzzle of his gun in the boy's hair. The old man stared at me with very cheap eyes, and said slowly, "Two!" As soon as he finished speaking, the bullet pierced the boy's back.

The sound of bullets literally messes up my brain. Suddenly I felt that my legs were unconscious, and I quickly knelt down. I didn't say anything and bowed my head.

The old man said softly to me, "Do you want me to count to three?" ”

There was only one voice in my head: press it down, so you can save the two remaining friends. So, I quickly stood up and quickly pressed down the handle.

Explosions and countless childish screams rang out in the distance. But soon, the sound subsided.