Hong Yan left the bank as fast as a galloping horse. The sparse raindrops fell and dripped on the face, slightly cool. He walked through the streets and alleys and out of the city. The rain was getting heavier, and he planned to go into the fairy garden to rest, but unexpectedly, there was a dim and faint light in front of him, which was desirable in the dark rainy night.

Intrigued, he approached quickly. It turned out to be a barracks that occupied a large area and was heavily guarded. The sentry post is complete, there is a wall, and there are five or six meters high guard towers at the four corners, and the sentries are loaded with live ammunition. Inside there were at least one company of soldiers stationed in the barracks, and oddly enough there were a lot of people who were slow, scarred and unable to move. If it was their own wounded, how could they be placed in such a barracks?

It's a barracks, but it's not quite. The layout is very different from the usual barracks. The perimeter is high and thick, with spiked barbed wire, and it looks like a prison rather than a barracks.

With such heavy rain, it is naturally easy to avoid the sentry posts and watchtowers. The guards are actually very relaxed, located in the hinterland, close to the capital, and there are garrisons around, which one dares to brush the tiger's whiskers without opening their eyes?

Hongyan crossed the high-walled grid and floated behind a row of independent two-story buildings. The cement walls, thick and sturdy, should be the place where prison administrators work and live. There were shooting holes of varying heights in the walls, apparently to prevent riots and the like.

"Hey, there is still this kind of service in Vietnamese prisons?" Hong Yan has a clear ear and a sense that is better than radar, and in a relatively spacious but regular room, a naked man is lying on top of a woman. The woman was clearly unwilling and struggling. The situation is beyond Hong Yan's knowledge.

"Livestock...... The animal that can't die well ......" the woman's faint curse, but it was an authentic Chinese language. The woman struggled very weakly, and she was unable to do her best.

"It's rare to have Chinese arrested and imprisoned?" Hong Yanxin said. Vietnam expelled the Chinese and forcibly seized property. There are many people who have been killed, raped, robbed, imprisoned, disappeared, and so on. Since the first massacre and expulsion of Chinese people in Southeast Asia by European colonizers, Chinese living in Southeast Asian countries have experienced it every once in a while. Even when we were about to enter the 21 st century, bloody and brutal anti-Chinese incidents still occurred in Indonesia in '98.

There were two soldiers standing by the door in the room, as if they were standing guard, but their eyes involuntarily looked at a man and a woman inside, revealing eager looks.

Hong Yan quickly realized that something was wrong, expanded his senses, and found that there were two women in each of the three narrow rooms on the east side of the upstairs. They sat on the edge of a rudimentary wooden bed, or walked back and forth restlessly. The coat is tattered, but it is a PLA uniform. Captured Chinese female soldiers?

"Squad leader, why hasn't Sister Mei come back yet?" A woman walking around in the middle room asked. The age looks relatively young, but the voice is hoarse and not good at all.

"Alright, Petrel, sit down and rest! The warden is going to ask questions and will be back soon. You have to believe Xiaomei! "The squad leader is older and looks calm. But Hong Yan can also feel the uneasiness in his heart.

"The prison warden is not a good thing at first glance, will he be that to Sister Mei...... The ......" Haiyan was very worried and was very reluctant to tell the truth.

Hong Yan listened to a few words, and he didn't know what was happening downstairs, and his heart was extremely angry, and his anger rose to the sky. A dodge jumped from the air to the gate in front of the small building, and the blade of his hand slashed in the middle of the crack in the door, and pushed with his left hand. Without saying anything, Hong Yan's broken blade slashed through the two unresponsive guards like lightning.

The figure did not stop, breaking into the room, leaving blood spurting wildly, and 8 limbs fell to the ground, twitching non-stop. How can there be 8 verses? Hong Yan was not tall enough, the broken blade almost crossed the armpit of the two of them, and the arm was also broken, wouldn't the two of them become 8 knots. The heavy rain was pouring down, and the sound of the corpse falling to the ground did not alarm the four people inside.

The door of the inner room was just hidden, and after Hong Yan flashed in, the same wave of his arm resulted in the two guards who were thinking about good things. Without saying a word, he grabbed the twitching warden by the heel and lifted it violently, lifting the animal into the air and flicking it. The warden didn't know what was going on, and in the surprised "ah" sound, his rather sturdy body came into close contact with the thick concrete wall.

As soon as the naked Xiaomei assaulted her body, she saw the warden suddenly fly up, and then instinctively sat up and grabbed a piece of clothing to cover it. Then, she saw a little boy who was not tall, and the next scene was even more unforgettable for her life.

Hong Yan's expression was angry, his eyes were red, and his killing intent was full of intent. An arrow stepped in front of the warden, and his right hand grabbed his neck, lifting him in the air against the wall. With two "snaps" of his left hand, the prison warden who had fainted woke up.

Although the warden who woke up didn't know why, he had developed extraordinary reflexes from years of battlefield and care. He wanted to break Hong Yan's little hands with both hands, but it was like a dragonfly shaking a pillar; As soon as the leg was raised, it was cut off with a knife; He opened his mouth to call for the guards, but he could not make a sound; With fish eyes puffed out, his face flushed.

"Don't tell me, you don't understand Mandarin. Don't tell me that you don't know the Geneva Conventions. Don't tell me that the national war is ruthless, and you deserve to be captured. You're going to pay the price for what you did today. If others suffer injustice, you can wait for the whole prison to come and bury you! After Hong Yan finished speaking, a palm imprint was placed in the prison warden's heart.

The warden's body trembled violently, his eyes burst, and blood spurted. Hong Yan dodged away, and a strange pleasure suddenly rose in his heart.

A thrill of being unscrupulous, unscrupulous, and controlling the life and death of others!

The most primitive impulse buried deep in my heart and covered up by countless rules and "rational * patriotic" education for many years - the pleasure of the weak eating the strong and the strong being king!

Hong Yan's face was hideous, his eyes showed a blood-devouring light, and he left the room without looking back, and strode frantically towards the gun-wielding guards in the dim light. The guards didn't have time to react, or were knocked away by a punch, stunned with a slap, kicked over, and no one could get back to their feet.

"Huh! Hehe! Hong Yan's laughter was like a night owl on a rainy night, extremely terrifying.

"Boom! Rumble! "One door after another was kicked down, waking up the Chinese soldiers in custody. They were even more stunned by his violence and age.

These doors have the function of preventing criminals, and they are thick and strong. However, at the feet of a child of unknown age is like rotten wood.

And the tragic situation of some captured soldiers in the room inspired the madness in his heart.

"Little brother...... Brother Wa'er...... Little brother wakes up...... My brother wakes up...... Let's go home, let's go home together......"

It is a gentle and slightly hoarse voice, unhurried, full of maternal love and affection, serene and seren, capable of soothing tyrannical hearts and awakening the lost prodigal son.

"Go home...... Go home......" Hong Yan stopped abruptly and looked at the woman in her thirties in front of her.

The hairpin pinned the short hair, revealing a large face. The new wounds on his cheeks, his tired body, and his tattered military uniform could not hide the tenderness and warmth in Jun's eyes. Her hands stretched forward, as if to welcome the naughty returning child, which was extremely reassuring.

A look in the eyes and a warm embrace that only a mother has!

"Go home, go home!" Hong Yan muttered to himself, slowly approaching the woman, and stretched out his hands to make a hug shape. "No, Xiao Yu will be unhappy!" The moment his fingertips touched the woman's palm, he subconsciously remembered his wife.

So, he woke up.

Looking at the thirties female soldier in front of her, Hong Yan recalled what she "saw" and "heard" when she entered the prison, she was the squad leader, and couldn't help asking, "What about Sister Mei?" What's wrong with me? ”

"Xiaomei is fine, she has suffered a little humiliation. I heard that you were here and killing people like crazy in prison, and seeing the way you looked, I guess you may have been stimulated and emotionally out of control, triggering a potentially tyrannical ......"

That's it! Maybe it's really like this, once people have been suppressed for a long time, they will indeed be very crazy. Especially after he has mastered the power that ordinary people can't reach, he is more likely to be invincible!

Could it be that the practice went crazy? Or is it a demon? There was a vague uneasiness in his heart.

If it weren't for the female squad leader waking up in time today, Hong Yan didn't know what the result would be. It seems that cultivation is not only about practice, but also about cultivating the mind!

Hong Yan glanced at the prison and sighed in his heart!

Half of the guards were already lying in pools of blood, dead any longer, and the living were either farther away, for the heavy rain was unaware; Or they were too frightened by Hong Yan's madness to move.

"Anyone who dares to resist or show hostility will be killed by you!" A male soldier said boldly, unable to express his joy.

Speaking of which, Hong Yan really didn't have a strong killing machine along the way. In the eyes of outsiders, he is just a child, of course, harmless to humans and animals. The education he received in his previous life also made him reluctant to kill more. Even if he was intercepted by soldiers during the day, and the special forces participated, he could still let it go. But the scene he saw today made him change his opinion. In later generations, he also heard some unofficial gossip. In this battle, some of the captured Chinese soldiers were hidden by Vietnam and not repatriated, and some female soldiers remained. Vietnam insisted that there were no prisoners, and China naturally could not force it without evidence. There are even some explanations that the cruel Vietnamese soldiers amputated the limbs of the captured Chinese soldiers and cut them into sticks.

Thinking about it, my Huaxia has always said that "preferential treatment of prisoners" is true, the War of Resistance against Japan was like this, and the same is true of the War of Resistance against Japan and Aid Korea, even if this self-defense counterattack is still the same. The soldiers I escorted the captives endured thirst and starvation, and I also had to ensure the needs of the Vietnamese captives. It is said that during the exchange of prisoners, the captured soldiers of Huaxia threw away all the items issued by Vietnam and ran back to their homeland naked, while the captured soldiers of Vietnam took the goods issued by Huaxia as treasures. Vietnamese officials snatch it out and throw it away, and there will be soldiers who take it back again. Later, there was an incident in which Vietnamese prisoners expressed their reluctance to return to Vietnam in front of reporters from many countries.

That's it! Hong Yan turned and stunned all the living guards, and when he returned, all the captured warriors were focused. They all looked at Hong Yan. The female soldier's squad leader is called Zhang Yu, and the male soldier's name is Sun Qi, who is the platoon leader. The highest position among the captured soldiers, then everything was arranged by the two of them.

"Sister Zhang just said to go home, let's get ready, we will escape in a while!"

"Escape, how to escape?" Platoon Commander Sun asked subconsciously.

"How to escape is not your concern. All you have to do now is bring everyone up! Get ready! Arrange for a few people to fetch food and water first. Hong Yan finished speaking and walked out of the room.

The male soldiers were treated very poorly, they were not starved to death, there was no guarantee of medical care, and they were also arrested for "interrogation" (in fact, interrogation), "lured and surrendered", and beaten so badly that they were wounded and wounded. Although the food of the female soldiers was better, they faced humiliation.

Having eaten and drunk enough, the fighters regained some of their strength. Although Xiaomei is still very sad, she has sobered up a lot. Xiaomei looked at Hong Yan's eyes dodging, full of fear.

Two cars and two armored. The men standing were able-bodied captured male fighters, and the wounded had already entered the car. Four cars, the largest number that can be driven so far. There is a serious shortage of drivers, and Hong Yan naturally wants to destroy those who dare to block the road in his head.

One armored personnel carrier in the front and one in the front, and two heavy-duty military vehicles in the middle, more than 90 people were squeezed into each other and all taken away.