At night, the city of Pieciano was silent, except for a few sentry points and a command post on the commanding heights of the castle.

The soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army, who had not surrendered during the day, were waiting for the night to fall. Relying on the small cellars, hidden compartments, and sandwich walls common to Elta's homes, they evaded the search party's search.

Puaste, who was carrying a huge axe, was looking desperately out of the corner of the window on the second floor of the hideout at this time.

The great axe he had placed in his room had already been carried by some soldiers, and all he could take out of his body was leather armor, handguards, and leather sandals, a short knife with a leather scabbard at his waist, and a few small coins, and half a loaf of bread.

The Elta are not like they would send people to search the streets after they took the city. Puast stared intently at the searchlight that shot through the night sky and down on the half-platform of the castle - it was enough for the devils, he thought.

The pillar of light from this side turned towards the street where he was, and Puaste did not dare to slack off, and immediately withdrew his head under the windowsill.

"Phew, how are you going to run like this?" He sat against the windowsill and spat on the ground beside him. At first, he had planned to be able to snatch the guard's magic weapon at night and give it a good fight—now that the people who passed by on the street were his own people who would turn into a corpse in a few minutes, it was unheard of for the enemy to control his escape without having to patrol the street. The only enemies that will appear on the streets are strange vehicles, dragging corpses onto the body and whistling away......

"All the people walking on the street tonight, except for those who wear our military uniforms and fluorescent armbands, and can report their numbers under the searchlight and make prescribed actions, whether they are civilians or soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army, will be killed."

"It doesn't matter if you miss a shot, you should be given the right to practice. When anyone misses, the second shot will allow him not to get out of your scope. ”

Several students sent by the Elta Army Academy seemed to use the city of Piexiano as their midterm exam. Of course, they could only shoot with the help of searchlights, and for the officers and men of the Western Expeditionary Army who wanted to escape, it was the scouts from the former PLA who "wanted to have a good time" - their weapons were not five or six halves of ordinary white light sights, but a terrifying combination of various night vision sights and high-precision rifles.

Those self-righteous soldiers of the Western Expeditionary Army of the Twin Moon Sect who walked in the shadow of the street were often accompanied by a bullet that had been accurately passed through the skull with an estimated crosswind, trajectory, and distance, ending their lives almost painlessly, and also ending their attempts to escape.

In contrast, the cadets who come here to "study" the sniper course are lacking in the heat. People swept by searchlights will always run in all directions like frightened hares, which often makes it more difficult for them to shoot.

But this did not affect the enthusiasm of the cadets for shooting at all. Five or six semi-automatic, the cadets were happy to hit the target with the last bullet in the magazine, anyway, it was a practice - the PLA scout and instructor next to him did not show a dissatisfied look, which was good enough for a sharpshooter who was on the battlefield for the first time.

"Smack, smack, smack, smack!" Four more rhythmic gunshots rang out, and Puaste began to get used to it—he had already been frightened, and it was better that there would be no more courage for him to be frightened.

He began to sit in the corner with his eyes closed, imagining ...... He could imagine how terrified the hapless man who had been chased by powerful magic had been in the short time that had been made by the four sounds.

"When I kill a pig, I never let the pig see my knife, let alone feel that I am being slaughtered. That's why the neighbors say that the pigs I killed are delicious. How about it, Mistress Puaste, would you like to buy a bunch of sausages by the way? Vanilla ......"

Somehow, this boast of his neighborhood popped up in Puaste's mind. Indeed, the current Western Expeditionary Army is the pig that is blindfolded and still eating in the trough. And the butcher outside the window doesn't care whether their "meat" is fresh or not, so they hunt fancy like this...... It's sad, hopeless.

There was no other food in the house for a long time, and the only kettle that had been filled from the city's well yesterday morning was now very small. With the light of the broken twin moons, Puaste ate the last of the bread in the kettle—whether to escape or to sleep and wait until the next night to make plans, then to eat first.

Pushing gently on the back door of the room, Puaste decided to take the plunge - it was still quite close to the tributary of the river that crossed the city, and he was convinced that he would have a chance to jump into the river and finally return to Hilzi......

Puaste, who was quietly moving forward under the eaves of the house where the brothers were still playing cards the day before yesterday, had fallen into longing. He wanted to go home...... I want to go back to the days before the war, when the female magic apprentice secretly sent autumn waves to him, and I want to go back to the street building next door where there were ribs to take home to make soup...... And take a look at the old parents who are looking forward to his military exploits......

"On the fourth sidewalk, the leather armor target is moving towards the riverside, firing."

The same message was on the city's channels throughout the night. No matter how many stories Puaste has, what kind of past he has, what kind of expectations he has, and what kind of future he can have, he is first and foremost an enemy who will turn into a corpse.

A completely different Western-style 7.62 high-powered rifle bullet flew out of the rifling squeezing, and in a low-stretched curve, it knocked Puast to the ground impartially.

"Ah, is that home...... That island outside Lancas, where the sun shines all year round? Puaste's thoughts did not stop, as if he saw a light,

"It's so comfortable...... Puastre held out his hand to the starry sky. For him, it was sunshine – the sun shining from the island in the middle of the night into a corner of Elta's metropolis.

"Sir, why do you clasp your hands together after every shot?" The former PLA scout here put down his gun, closed his eyes again, folded his hands and said a few words silently—a strange gesture that finally caused the Elta soldier to question the soldier who was shooting and studying beside him.

Soldiers are not allowed to ask this question by rule - and former scouts can choose not to answer it. The Scout looked at the young man with different skin tones and pupils and hair colors, and a strange resemblance burst out from a corner of his mind......

The young man in front of him, who was fiddling with five or six halfs, and whose marksmanship was quite stinky, was so similar to his former self that he finally figured out the answer from the young man's eyes and attentive movements. More than ten years ago, when I first came into contact with this class of troops who "pierced through the Yang in a hundred steps, took people's heads thousands of miles away, and all the movements of the enemy army were within your reach", he also dared to attack like him and enjoyed the process of knocking down the prey.

I overenjoyed it. These prey with severed heads and broken necks and blood splattered three feet began to appear in his head often, and what was even worse was that they appeared at the wrong time, most of them jumped out halfway when he and Zhou Gong were cruising in the fairyland......

Whether it is the purge of the Western Regions or the end point of crossing the border, those who died under his gun were the undisputed criminals of the Qianfu, and a few were still on the list, executioners with blood on their hands.

However, he had found a Taoist priest in Shangmingshan, a monk in Putuo, and a few times in the church to confess - those ghosts still haunted him. Over time, he actually lost sleep. Such a Luxi Han, who got up and fell asleep as synchronously as pulling the electric light rope without delay, actually suffered from insomnia.

With the idea of getting rid of the ghost, he changed jobs and came to this place outside the law. Although he was still doing the work of opening the scoop, he had already achieved the point of not looking at the second glance after shooting - just confirm the results of the battle and let the observer do it, and he was responsible for reciting the mantra......

"You're good at gunning, young man." Those things in the past passed through his mind like a movie film, and he decided to teach some things to the young and vigorous posterior in front of him in advance, "All those who fall under your guns will become the badge of your glory and chest, but, don't be like me." ”

The eyes of the latter became puzzled - could it be that this old master who can hit with a gun every time, and the people he respects still do not have enough control over the "art of guns"?

"Don't be like me, entangled in these souls that fall under the muzzle of gun. Everyone has a way of repentance, and all you have just seen is my confession. Well, I shouldn't have said that, so let's move on. ”

Soldiers wearing conspicuous fluorescent armbands and driving bucketless jeeps reappeared on Fourth Street.

"What a poor fellow." The former PLA lieutenant, who took the lead in jumping out of the car, glanced at Puast, who was slumped in the corner, and the pool of blood behind him, and then turned his back in disgust and waved at the searchlight.

The native soldiers of Elta, who were accompanying him, quickly pulled out the prepared white cloth, wrapped Puast, tied the elastic band, and sent him to the back bucket.

The prisoner of war camp set up outside the city of Piexiano needed some "fierce material" to sharpen the spirit of these prisoners. In addition to organizing the increasingly unfamiliar tank crews to shoot targets, the leaders of the prisoner of war camps hoped to use the heads of these "diehards" who were unwilling to surrender during the day - no, their heads and bodies together.

The unlucky ones who have been hit in many places and obviously can't see them will be hung on the gate tower of Piexiano according to Elta tradition, and if they are still intact, they will be sent to Elta's apprentices to make dissection materials.

Most of the escapees were sent outside the camps to be used as "street lamp pendants". To tell the truth, the managers of the prisoner of war camps were really reluctant to "kill decisively" and hang the stingers of the prisoners of war who grabbed food and fought directly on the street lamp poles. At this point, all they had to do was point to the skeleton hanging from the lamp pole outside the camp wall - they would hang until only the bones remained.

This method of intimidation has been tested in actual combat, and it does not violate the JVAW Convention at all, and can be called a model of humanity...... Of course, the POWs will soon understand that if they dare to make trouble under Sierta, they will work worse than they will die, and they will even regret why they did not become the bones of a single shot on the shelf......