He kept rubbing his scope to get a clear line of sight. The artillery of the army rang out, and perhaps it was the other positions that attracted artillery fire. After a few shells, everything changed, he heard the scream of the cannonball as it pierced the air, he saw the hands and feet of a living person as it was blown up by the cannonball, and he saw the torn body soar up into the air and fall heavily...... The sky cleared, the last trace of warm glow bloomed at the end of the sky, and the remaining green leaf tips and water droplets on the dead branches between the trees fell little by little, and the sound was very beautiful and crisp. The bloody waterhole after the smoke has been washed away by the torrential rain, and the cruelty of the past cannot be seen. There was water in the deep and shallow crater, and the corpses looked clean and holy, and what surprised him was that such a dense artillery fire did not blow up the female corpse, she was still lying so quietly next to the stone, through the scope, he actually felt that her sturdy and firm ** white was a little dazzling!

There was still something wriggling, he adjusted the focus of the scope to see clearly that it was a man who had survived the artillery battle, one of his legs was blown up and he didn't know where to fly, his stomach was open, and his intestines were dragging far behind him, maybe the blood had been drained, he didn't see the red blood. It can be concluded that he will not live for more than five minutes, watching him move towards the female corpse with difficulty little by little, and every time he moves, he shakes spasmodically, so difficult and painful. He suddenly had a strange thought, maybe strength and bravery could not only describe their comrades, but also the dying enemy in his scope. I don't know if it's right to pity the enemy, but he really can't bear to watch him live so hard. The gun went off again, just as the dying man struggled to crawl through a crater, right with his back to him. The benevolent bullet pierced his left chest cleanly and cleanly, and he almost just shook a little before he stopped moving. He threw his gun aside as if he had been burned, and lay down on his back, panting heavily. That day was perhaps the most murderous day of his life, and seven enemies were sent to the other world by him by him hiding in a corner.

It was a long day, and the setting sun was still falling in the rain clouds that did not disperse like a necessary procedure, and he tried his best to stick his head out of the cave and breathe greedily. There was no smell of gunpowder, no smell of corpses, earth, new leaves, water, wind and even the smell of the setting sun mixed together, and a lone bird hovered and chirped not sad at all. The war zone was silent, as if there was a moment of silence for the dead.

His stomach was constantly wriggling and retching again and again. Having lost contact with the company for almost a day, with no reinforcements or provisions, he knew that he would spend the night alone in the cave tonight, and that he would be alone in the face of his tireless "digging holes" and avenging the victims today. He collected the cans and threw them on the two paths that the burrowers had to pass, which was the first line of defense he had constructed, and in the dark night, if he wanted to attack his sentry post, he would definitely touch the cans, and as long as the cans rang, he would win at least one or two minutes, and one or two minutes on the battlefield could change a lot of things, and if the captain had detected his sneak attack one or two minutes earlier, the result would have been otherwise, and he was convinced of this.

There were still a lot of weapons that could be used, at least, he found two boxes of grenades, a working "Thompson" submachine gun, and a few hundred rounds of ammunition. After doing these things, he calmed down, raised his submachine gun high, and squinted his eyes against the stone, he understood that he needed physical strength, and he also had a premonition that the night would be an unquiet night...... He actually fell asleep, and dreams were essential. The dizziness of the eyes through the scope is still there, the things in the line of sight are blurry and ethereal, the ground shake when the gun goes off is clear and unforgettable, and the pain of the butt concussion in the chest is so real. There seemed to be two of them in the dream, one of whom was prostrate in the dark cave and slaughtered, and the other who was floating in the air and watching what he had done. There was also a voice that kept reminding him: "Wake up! Wake up! I said that I came to dig a hole! It was so comfortable in his sleep, he tried his best to resist the voice that kept waking him up, let himself continue to sleep, and tried his best to tell himself - wake up quickly! I'm here soon! At night, the collision between the canned box and the rock was sharp and heart-wrenching, and he woke up like an electric shock! The movement of the gun did not pass through the brain, and before it was fully awake, the bullets were already raining down in the direction where the sound was made. It is impossible to see the enemy, and it is impossible to determine the direction, except that the flames from the muzzle of the gun are extremely dazzling. A cartridge of bullets quickly completed its mission in his aimless shooting, and he was so nervous that he kept pulling the trigger even after the bullet was fired, and it was the firing pin air strike that calmed him down, and he crawled down, his trembling hand unable to insert a new magazine.

The enemy did not return fire. Not a single shot! The night was silent again, accompanied only by his heavy breathing and the singing of the elves of the night. His fingers did not dare to take off the trigger, and he pricked up his ears to listen to the movement outside. In the distance, there was the sound of canning boxes and objects fading away in the grass. He breathed a sigh of relief, the enemy was gone! He didn't fall asleep again, and he didn't even dare to close his eyes again. That night, he was attacked three times, all of which failed in his blind strafing, and on one of them, the enemy returned fire, sending bullet casings flying and rocks scattered.

He was unharmed, and so must the enemy. How does time pass so slowly? Half-submerged in the water, he looked forward to the passage of time little by little. The morning star, the darkness before dawn, the twilight, the morning glow in the sky. A new day is about to begin! When the morning mist rose, the valley was not dyed red by the morning glow, and the head was sticking out of the cave, and the wind was cold. The cloudy morning mist on the other side of the mountain is drifting towards here, like a holy angel washing away the bloody battle. He saw a trail of blood on the so-called rocky path into the cave, which had been sent from two points and flowed along the path of the path, which had turned black and purple by time. Not a man's blood, it was left by yesterday's sneak attackers, he thought. Suddenly he thought of something, and looked ahead, and it was the place where he had sniped the first woman—a vast white expanse, and he couldn't see anything clearly. I don't know if I took advantage of the night to steal the body back. Fell asleep again, and at dawn no one had experienced or heard of being attacked. When he relaxed, he had another dream: he dreamed that the general patted him on the shoulder and praised him as a lone hero; I dreamed that the regimental commander, who had already begun to make fortunes, personally put the Order of Venus on him; He also dreamed of being with Britney's girl...... He felt a sudden chill, he couldn't lift his head, and one or more strong hands pressed his head and clamped his hand. He gulped on the sewage. I said that I attacked him at the most unlikely time! The other man's hand was strong, and he heard the sound of his feet moving in the water, and then he received a heavy blow to the head, which must have been given to him with the butt of his gun. He immediately softened, the remaining consciousness did not disappear immediately, he felt someone carry him on his shoulder, and vaguely knew that the man's shoulder was against his abdomen, and as he ran up and down, it was unspeakably uncomfortable. He also saw his two calves hurrying forward, and the grass and rocks moving backwards.

He fell, he flew out, and then he didn't know anything...... When I woke up, lying in a corner, the room was large, and a huge light bulb was shaking in the middle. The walls were whitewashed with lime water, and the roots of the walls were a dirty yellow color due to water seepage. His vision was not very clear for a while, and his head hurt as if it was about to crack, and he saw three swaying figures walking towards him—saying that he was going to judge him.

They lifted him into his chair and yelled at him a few words, but he didn't understand a single word, and looked at them blankly. I was very sad - why did he fall asleep? Soon, he made a decision that since he was a prisoner, he must no longer be a traitor, and he would never give in to the enemy no matter what the situation encountered! He gritted his teeth and remembered many traditional Chinese heroes, like Yue Fei and Wen Tianxiang, and he thought that he must be able to act like a hero. He was thinking about it, and he didn't know how to answer their questions. A tall man came up to him, and he raised his hand to slap him, his palm was large and thick, his left ear was ringing in an instant, his nose was bleeding, and he couldn't open his eyes. It was about a few seconds before he felt a sharp pain, tears and snot flowing out. He gasped for breath and tried to look stronger. They asked again, and it was still the same babbling words. He spat bloody foam on the ground, his eyes swollen into a slit, and looked up at the man who had asked him.

The man was dark and thin, with a high body and thick chest hair on his chest, and he seemed to enjoy the torture, and glanced at the person next to him. The other two men set him up left and right, and the little man walked towards him step by step, and he saw that he had an extra belt in his hand, the kind with a brass buckle that he had taken from the Americans. He tugged at the ends of the belt with both hands, making a crisp and sharp sound. The one-and-a-half-inch wide belt was pumped on his body, not only the pain on the surface, but also the internal organs vibrated with it, and every time he pulled it down, he brought up a piece of flesh, and at first he could count how many times he had whipped him, but then he couldn't hold back it anymore: he screamed heartbreakingly.

Screaming can definitely make people less painful, and every time the other party pumpes, he screams, and he doesn't feel as painful as when he gritted his teeth and insisted on it before. When the torture finally stopped, he was questioned again. Although he still didn't understand, he didn't dare to make any more expressions or actions that angered the other party, and he still bowed his head and kept silent. The little man's expression became more and more gloomy, making people dare not look at him, he actually lit a cigarette, and the thing that the son of a bitch actually smoked an American "camel" brand cigarette. Step by step, he walked towards him, and he thought: it's time to be tested by cigarette butts. He actually threw away the cigarette butt, grabbed him by the neck with his left hand, lifted him from his seat, and then punched him in the abdomen and soft underbelly, each punch was heavy, and each punch knocked him off the ground with at least one leg. The internal organs were churning, and it was too late to feel uncomfortable, and another punch had arrived, and the sharp pain was enough to suffocate and spasm. In the final moments, he saw two other men holding the hands of the little man. He fell to the ground, unconscious. He was conscious again, and he really didn't want to wake up on his own. He twitched violently, and the image flashed quickly in his mind, and the woman fell again and again at the sound of his guns; The little man's fist fell on his abdomen again and again; The guns of the night battle were brilliant and sparks flew on the rocks...... He opened his eyes suddenly! This time there were a few more people, and they were standing around him, smiling wickedly.

In a trance, he saw a woman.

It was a tall, plump blonde woman, naked and her hands were firmly tied to a beam with a strong rope; The woman's hair was covered with dust and grass clippings, there was a terrible bruise on half of her cheek, the corners of her mouth were bloodshot, and there were bruises and bruises on her bare arms, the clothes on her body had been torn to tatters, the clothes on her upper body were torn from the shoulders to the sides of her body, the bra was pulled off and put on her neck, the whole plump upper body was completely **, the exposed snow-white ** was covered with eye-catching handprints and scratches, and her skirt was also torn and pushed to her waist; The torn panties hung miserably on one of the woman's snow-white plump thighs like a rag, and a thin man with a naked upper body stood in front of her, carrying her snow-white legs on her shoulders.

The woman's bare legs were also blue and purple, and the two round and strong calves were hanging softly on the back of the thin man, who was obviously brutally raping the unfortunate woman, and although he could not see the woman's lower body clearly, the terrible screams of the raped woman like slaughtered animals were enough to make people's hearts tremble!

“help！ helpme！！ ”

The woman who was tied up screamed loudly, desperately shaking her naked upper body, and the snow-white ** shook violently on her chest.

A man who said that he was carrying a horsewhip in his right hand and slammed it into the chest of the woman who was tied up and raped! The woman let out a terrible scream, and a blood-red whip mark immediately erupted on the breasts of the two **s***s!

When the surrounding Yue himself saw the woman being brutally whipped, he immediately erupted into a noisy cheer!

Yang Xuefeng closed his eyes, and in front of his eyes, somehow Britney's figure appeared again, as if the woman who was raped and whipped was her.

One of them stepped forward and opened his eyes so that he could watch carefully as the woman was raped.

Two bloodied American soldiers were dragged in and slammed to the ground. Then two men armed with rifles with bayonets in their hands stepped out of the crowd and thrust their bayonets into the bodies of the two soldiers, who were obviously seriously wounded!

Seeing the blood spurting violently from the chests of the two soldiers, the woman immediately closed her eyes with a scream, and her beautiful face was suddenly pale without any blood.

He let out a frantic shout again. They untied the rope and lowered the woman. The woman's bare-shouldered dress was almost immediately torn to shreds, completely ripped off her mature and plump body. The lace bra was violently torn off, and several hands grabbed her feet so hard that her well-proportioned legs were horribly pulled to the sides.

Yang Xuefeng tried not to look at her, the shame and pain made him sober, and he felt as if his body was burning.

Wait! I must kill you all!

I don't know how long later, the last one left the woman, and by this time the woman had already fainted, and one of them smiled and raised a shining bayonet and stabbed it between the woman's legs.

With an incomparably terrible scream, Yang Xuefeng clenched his teeth, and his mouth was full of salty taste.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise outside, which made the room fall silent.

The faces of the people closest to him showed fear. One of the officers shouted, and the rest rushed out of the house in a hurry.

The person himself kicked the woman in the pool of blood with his foot, and the woman's body moved lifelessly, and he sneered, turned around, and walked towards Yang Xuefeng, who was tied to the chair, while fiddling with the bayonet in his hand.

Yang Xuefeng suddenly got the strength from nowhere, he suddenly straightened up from the chair, and the chair instantly shattered under his strong strength.

Seeing this scene, the person himself was stunned for a moment, his eyes widened, as if he didn't believe it was true.

Without waiting for the other party to react, Yang Xuefeng jumped up suddenly, grabbed a piece of wood, and stabbed it into his throat!

He threw away the bayonet in his hand, and grasped the wood in his throat with both hands, as if trying to pull it out, but his hand quickly let go, took a few steps backwards, and then fell on his back at once.

Enduring the severe pain on his body, Yang Xuefeng untied the rope on his body, picked up the bayonet on the ground, and was about to sneak out of the house, when a piercing whistling sound came, he instinctively fell to the ground, and covered his head with both hands.

A series of deafening loud noises, followed by a wave of heat, he felt as if a heavy hammer had hit him, and his eyes blackened, and he fainted.

You can't hear the gunshots, you can't smell the smoke of gunpowder, what is that? No more shooting people, no more staring at shells and blasters falling from the sky, what is that? No more soaking in sewage, no more being in the company of dead bodies, what is that place? No one tortured with belts, no one punched the ribs with their fists, no one raped women, so what is that?

(To be continued)