In this blue planet, in a small corner under this blue sky, there is a vast desert.

In this lifeless and hopeless desert, there is a small sandbag that is only more than four meters high; Underneath this small sandbag, there is a little straw man wearing a green military uniform, a round hat on his head, a chest that should be the place of the heart, and a tiger tooth fighting saber inserted.

And behind that little straw man, there was a raged old soldier lying quietly!

There was a thick smell of gunpowder smoke in the body of this old soldier, which even a hurricane in the desert could not blow. His wrinkled face, like the peel of a dried orange, was like the Russian military binoculars and kettles whose patent leather had already fallen off, with a kind of solidification that had gone through the ages, and although ancient, it still exuded a dignity and pride that could not be taken lightly!

The eyes of the warrior fell on the Afghan guerrilla leader, and he looked at the old soldier carefully, carefully at his calloused black, big, thin, but powerful hands like eagle claws, and carefully looked at the glorious marks on his exposed skin that could only belong to the battlefield; Look carefully at the position of every piece of equipment and every weapon on this old soldier's body.

The old soldier has a tear wound unique to the tiger tooth fighting saber in his abdomen, and under his body, there is a strange black and purple color in the blood clot that has already dried, judging from the wound, this old soldier who is already over sixty years old has probably been dead for more than ten hours, but his eyes are still wide open, letting the strong wind on the desert continue to blow, but he has been staring at the direction of Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping.

Zhan Xia Ge looked at this old soldier who was waiting for the last look at the enemy, and I don't know when, there was a sad look almost pity in his eyes.

"Zhao Haiping......" Zhan Xia Ge inhaled lightly, and suddenly asked, "Don't you think that the two of us are very similar?" ”

Zhao Haiping looked at the old, dark and thin Afghan guerrilla leader who looked like a dried corpse even if he didn't die, and then looked at the war song, he really couldn't see anything in common between these two people.

"He's a good soldier, he's a good captain, he's a pure man!"

I don't know when, tears have slowly gathered in the eyes of the warrior song, he has been able to be strong and impeccable, he thinks that he will never cry for an enemy who is struggling to die on the battlefield, he has never been the kind of creature surnamed water who cries and cries at every turn, too sentimental, but at this moment, he really can't control himself anymore.

"Haiping, did you see it, you are here with your eyes wide open and waiting for us, because he has something to say to us."

Zhao Haiping's eyes widened, but he couldn't see anything.

"Did you hear Haiping, he is asking us with the dignity and pride of a soldier."

Zhao Haiping pricked up his ears, but he couldn't hear anything except the blazing air waves peculiar to the empty desert and the whining sound of the rough straw man.

The warrior song looked at a different, lonely footprint that stretched into the distance, the old soldier who was not blind, and the index finger of his right hand was pointing in this direction!

This old soldier didn't say a word, didn't leave a word, but he just used his body, his will, and his pride to leave his last wish in this world, which even Dansu, who was ordered to become a deserter with his Afghan scimitar, didn't know...... Spare his children, let them go to the last member of this guerrilla detachment!

Zhan Xia Ge slowly raised his right hand, and saluted himself with the most solemn and sincere military salute to this elder who was older than his father, to this real soldier, and to this pure man.

I'd rather die on the battlefield than lie on the hospital bed and close my eyes!

It is better to die yourself, to leave behind the dignity of being a man and a soldier to ask the enemy, than to let your brother and his own soldiers escape!

In these respects, what a striking resemblance does his battle song have to the veteran of the Afghan guerrillas in front of him?! Looking at the old soldier in front of him, who has the strength of a soldier up and down, and the old soldier who belongs to the battlefield medal, how can the heart of the war hero not raise a kind of sadness of the death of a rabbit and a fox? !

Zhan Xia Ge slowly pulled out his blood-stained tiger tooth fighting saber, he stared at the old soldier in front of him, who was waiting for him to give an answer, he said softly: "You can go in peace, your child, if he is tenacious enough to overcome this great desert, he can return to your hometown alive!" In any case, regardless of whether it is a success or a failure, you Afghan guerrillas will always be the best soldiers, all real men! I, Warrior Song, honor you! ”

Zhao Haiping's eyes widened violently, because at this time, the Afghan guerrilla leader, whose eyes had been wide open, were slowly closed.

When he finally closed his eyes, a battle-hardened veteran was gone, and lying in front of them was an old, dark, dry, thin corpse, his gray hair and beard fluttering in the desert wind. And on his face, there was a trace of ...... Serene?!

Zhan Xia Ge once again stared deeply at the old soldier in front of him, even though he laughed wildly.

His crazy laughter echoed in the sky above the entire empty desert, he stretched out his hand and pointed to the sky and laughed, he stretched out his finger and pointed to the sky in the distance where the sky and the earth merged into a line and laughed, he pointed at Zhao Haiping and laughed, he pointed at himself and laughed, he laughed so darkly that he laughed like crazy, just when Zhao Haiping's eyes widened, he had already twisted the kettle, and was about to pour all the fresh water into his mouth desperately, Zhan Xia Ge suddenly roared: "Zhao Haiping! ”

Zhao Haiping subconsciously straightened his body and shouted, "Here!" ”

"Have you ever seen how a wolf hunts a creature stronger than itself?" Zhan Xia Ge licked his lips lightly, and his eyes suddenly raised a glimmer of essence that could almost be divided into gold and gravel, and he said in a deep voice: "A few experienced wolves can defeat a wild boar with rough skin and thick flesh, so that even a tiger has to retreat. They work together, using their flexible bodies to constantly attack their prey from the front and back, from the left and right, and they go around until the boar turns dizzy and angry, and finally reveals the weakness of the body, and they can launch the most violent attack on the belly or anus of the wild boar in an instant! They chased and killed us for hundreds of kilometers in the desert, and now that their strength has been exhausted, they have begun to retreat, thirty years of feng shui in turn, and now it should be the turn of the two of us to let them understand what is called wolf attack tactics! ”

Two Chinese [***] people began a marathon wolf attack against the pursuit force composed of more than 100 "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" and the Chechen [***] army.

They kept wandering two thousand meters away from the enemy, and although the automatic rifles in their hands could not hit the target at all, every time they heard the light sound of gunfire, every member of the more than 100 terrorists united pursuit force would jump in fright. If they all jumped up and rushed towards the two [***] people, they would find that they were chasing and killing two rabbits that could still run fast in the desert, and there was no real effect except for wasting a lot of physical strength and sweat.

The terrorists had also formed squad-based pursuit units to counter the harassment tactics of the Chinese [***], but a squad of nine Chechen guerrillas with rich combat experience chased after them, and after a burst of intensive gunfire, the nine Chechen partisans never returned.

When the gunfire rang out again from 1,800 meters away, a member of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" who was carefully collecting water from several plants with a plastic bag fell to the ground.

Looking at the bullet hole in the unlucky man's forehead that was still gurgling and bleeding, the commander of the Chechen [***] army widened his eyes and couldn't help but let out a low roar of depression to the extreme, and the nine Chechen guerrillas in charge of the pursuit just now carried a sniper rifle. The [***] person who got a sniper rifle could already accurately snipe everyone, including him, the captain, from a distance of 1,800 meters.

The Chinese [***] people used sniper rifles to snipe accurately, used AK automatic rifles to shoot indiscriminately, and threw Russian high-explosive grenades captured from Chechen partisans everywhere, sometimes they even stood in the wind, using fighting sabers and steel helmets as a gong, clanging and banging indiscriminately, and even in the middle of the night, under the cover of the black night, they touched a place less than a kilometer away from them, and after a burst of frantic strafing, single bursts, and three consecutive shots, they then walked away triumphantly.

Anyway, they always have a way to startle the terrorists and the joint pursuit force, and they can always jump out and shout and jump and jump when the terrorists are extremely tired, tired, and sleepy, and they grab the fighting sabers and steel helmets and knock them indiscriminately, and if no one jumps up to respond to their enthusiasm at this time, they will not say a word and raise their sniper rifles to shoot a step. If the terrorists were forced to form a large force to pursue them, they would turn around and run, and there were really few people who could race against these two [***] people in the desert; If it was a small pursuer, they would still turn around and run, and then find a place to fight back.

It was a protracted war of mental and physical attrition, the terrorists did not have enough food and fresh water, and under the harassing tactics of Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping, they had no energy to find water; In this case, their nerves are tense, and it is impossible for them to relax, let alone get a proper rest.

Through satellite television, seeing this group of terrorists is like a swarm of locusts in the desert, as long as they see a little green thing, they will stuff it into their mouths regardless of 3721, mixed with the inevitable quarrels and even fights after the robbery, and even the thick and hard rhizomes of the jujube tree are dug out by this group of people, regardless of 3721 stuffed into their mouths.

After losing the Afghan guerrilla captain who forcibly led everyone together with his strong personality and charm, only four days later, these more than 100 terrorists who had given up fighting with the Chinese [***] people and only knew that they were running forward with their lives, and only knew that they would have a chance to escape from this desert, and had completely turned into a group of lost dogs.

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out in the desert, and just as all the terrorists subconsciously threw themselves on the sand, their teeth were scorched by the hot sand grains with a temperature of more than 60 degrees Celsius, they suddenly heard a happy roar that was almost crazy: "I hit it, I hit it!" ”

A sand rabbit, which weighed only about a pound, was hit in the waist by an AK rifle bullet, played a gorgeous waist slash, looked at the body of the sand rabbit that was still squirming in the desert, and looked at the bloody and steaming red flesh, everyone swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily, and a layer of red light surged up in their eyes.

With a low roar that bordered on beastliness, dozens of people rushed towards the poor rabbit. The person running at the front was like a rugby superstar, swooping forward with all his might, crushing a piece of rabbit meat under him, and when dozens of pairs of big hands lifted him up at the same time, his big mouth was already biting on the sand rabbit meat that was still being smoked.

Leather boots, fists, and even the butts of guns fell on this man at the same time, but a look of satisfaction appeared on his face, because he used his two rows of teeth to bite off a full piece of flesh weighing a full one or two, and without chewing, he swallowed it directly into his stomach.

The terrorists, who were holding a rifle with a muzzle and still smoking, looked at the "companions" who were rushing into a ball, jumped to their feet in a hurry, and hissed: "Hey, I shot that hare, it's mine!" ”

At this time, of course, no one paid attention to him!

A hare was instantly torn into twenty-seven or eight pieces by dozens of terrorists with green eyes who were hungry, and these people were like a pack of wild dogs, directly stuffing the bloody meat pieces with the body temperature of the hare into their mouths and chewing them, and the people who did not grab the rabbit meat with slow hands, some put the fingers stained with rabbit blood into their mouths, sucking slowly, and some simply pounced, stretched out their fingers and stuffed them directly into other people's mouths and dug and dig, trying to snatch the meat pieces out.

"Click......

The AK automatic rifle suddenly began to roar, and the terrorist who had just shot and killed a sand rabbit stared at his blood-red eyes, and while struggling to pull the trigger of the AK automatic rifle in his hand, he screamed frantically: "I let you rob my hare meat, I let you rob my hare meat, whoever robs my rabbit meat, I will die!" ”

Everyone was stunned by the terrorist's madness, and the people standing near the terrorist watched as he fired twenty-nine rifle bullets at his own people, and twelve or thirteen terrorists fell on the ground. The terrorist was really crazy, and after he had shot the whole magazine, he took out another magazine from his own magazine, and when he stared at his blood-red eyes and cursed loudly, he suddenly shook his body.

The terrorist, who had just shot and killed a dozen of his "companions", looked in disbelief at the wound the size of a bowl that suddenly appeared on his chest, and watched the blood flow out of the wound. He picked up a few wisps of blood and put them in his mouth, tasting the sweet taste of blood, and only then did he dare to be convinced that he had really been shot, and someone had shot him!

About twenty meters away, the Chechen [***] guerrilla leader held a Desert Eagle self-defense pistol with a pale face.

The terrorist knew that he was going to die, and in the desert where there was little to eat and drink and few first-aid medicines, let alone any luxuries such as hospitals, a hole the size of a bowl appeared in his chest, and he would have to bleed dry, if not to death. He widened his eyes, pointed his finger at the Chechen partisan leader, and hissed: "Brothers, these Chechen bastards, they shot me!" They want to kill all our brothers in the East Turkistan Liberation Organization and rob us of food and water! ”

This terrorist of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" may not be very brilliant in the life-and-death struggle with the enemy on the battlefield, but he is definitely a good hand at provoking provocations, he reached out to pick up the blood flowing from his wounds, and shouted: "You see, they will not only rob us of food and water, but they will also kill us, drink our blood and eat our flesh......

"Bang!"

Although he could not understand what this guy was saying who dared to shoot wildly at his companions with an automatic rifle just for the sake of a hare, looking at the faces of other members of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization", the Chechen partisan leader simply fired another shot. This shot directly hit the head of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" terrorist, and at a close distance of 20 meters, the bullet of the Desert Eagle pistol, which was more powerful than an automatic rifle, directly smashed the opponent's head into more than a dozen pieces, and for a time a large piece of red and white sticky and greasy things flew in all directions in a radial shape.

"Whoa......

Seeing that his own people had been shot in the head by the commander of the Chechen Army, more than 40 members of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" raised their weapons one after another.

"Whoa......

The Chechen [***] army is not a rabble like the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization", they are a group of soldiers who have been tested by the fire, and they also raised their weapons almost at the same time. Although they have repeatedly engaged in battles with the Chinese, constantly encountered sneak attacks and snipers, and suffered huge losses in personnel, there are still more than 80 people in the Chechen army, and more than 80 automatic rifles are pointed at more than 40 members of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization," and they immediately completely suppress the momentum of the other side.

The "brothers" who were still fighting side by side, just because of a hare weighing more than a pound, have become enemies who will kill at any time and carry out a super fire merger. In the middle of these two groups of people, there were more than a dozen unlucky ghosts who fell to the ground and groaned, including Chechen soldiers and members of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization", who could not survive.

The special forces soldiers of various countries who saw this scene through satellite TV shook their heads again and again, and a senior special forces captain directly asserted: "These terrorists are finished!" ”

This hare turmoil was finally subdued by the commander of the Chechen [***] Army, who had barely recovered his senses, and the leader of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization", but their alliance had formed an irreparable rift. When everyone's nerves were stretched to the limit, and the slightest extremity could turn into a fratricidal tragedy, the commander of the Chechen [***] army and the leader of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" held a brief consultation, and finally they quickly reached a consensus.

Rather than having everyone fight in the nest, it is better to divide the troops into two routes, two thousand to three thousand meters apart, and advance side by side, and once one side is attacked, the other side must quickly come to support. Doing so would not only ease the flirtation between the two "allies", but also spread out the formation, allowing both of them to increase their access to food.

The commander of the Chechen [***] army, every day has to take out the high-power walkie-talkie, trying to get in touch with the base, but they have gone too far, and the desert will cause obstacles to radio communication, listening to the slightest sound of electric interference from the walkie-talkie, looking at the soldiers around him who are getting more and more withered, and then look at the two who are like ghosts, following them to death, and they can't fight to death, and they can't catch up with the [***] people, the commander of the Chechen [***] army thought of a question for the first time:" Could it be that our army, which has more than 200 members, most of whom are soldiers and guerrillas who have been tested by the flames of war, will really be dragged to death in the desert by two [***] people?! ”

From the fourth day onwards, every day there were people left behind, and in the face of these soldiers who lacked food, were so hungry that they were weak and sweating, and who had obviously developed symptoms of dehydration and could no longer walk, the Chechen [***] army had no extra strength to bring their companions, and the only thing they could do was to leave a rifle, a magazine, and a suicide grenade for these companions.

In the song of "Chechen Nicia, don't cry for me", one after another Chechen [***] soldiers were left alone in this great desert, they drank the precious water left by their brothers, chewed the leaves they had just picked from the jujube tree in their mouths, and slowly raised the guns in their hands.

It was these abandoned soldiers who were abandoned by the troops who brought great trouble to Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping, who had to walk cautiously and be on guard against those Chechen soldiers who buried themselves in the sand just to shoot them, or even grab a grenade to die with them.

These outcasts, they are real dead soldiers!

Amid the frantic roar of "Long live the Chechen Nissi", one grenade after another exploded in the desert, and fierce but short gunshots rang out one after another. The kind of tragic murderous aura that bursts out from their bodies that completely burns their lives and completely gives up, even the battle-hardened warrior songs have to feel their hearts beat!

Each of them, after shooting all their bullets with weak hands and feet, looked back at the direction of the Caucasus mountains in Nisca, Chechnya, and proudly pulled the grenade on their bodies.

Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping are walking on a bloody road, and Zhao Haiping asked Zhan Xia Ge more than once: "Master, why do we have to keep chasing the Chechen army, after all, it is the garbage of the 'East Turkistan Liberation Organization' that really commits all kinds of terrorist acts in our country!" ”

Zhan Xia Ge knew that Zhao Haiping had relented, in fact, he saw so many brave soldiers, so many men, and so many masters shouting "Chechen Nisya" in front of him one by one and detonating the grenades on his body, whether it was out of the heroic sympathy of the soldiers or the appreciation between men, it was a lie to say that he was not moved in his heart and did not have the idea of letting them go.

Zhan Xia Ge told Zhao Haiping: "On the Chechen side, they are all excellent soldiers, and they are an army that can rely on their own strength and unity to conquer this great desert." On the side of the 'East Turkistan Liberation Organization', they are just a bunch of bandits with guns! Therefore, we have to keep attacking the Chechen troops, and if they manage to get out of the desert and join the rest of the base, maybe in three days, they will be chasing after us alive! And you and I, who have no extra strength, have no more strength to fight in the desert again. ”

Those who have not been on the battlefield may not understand how ridiculous it is to see a soldier playing a harmonica in the moonlight, a large group of fools listening to it, and even some people with slightly red eyes when they are homesick. As soon as the harmonica sounds, if the squad leader hasn't slapped you or kicked you in the ass, he's a fool! One minute of harmonica blowing, the opponent's heavy artillery battalion will bombard dozens of heavy howitzers or rockets, directly bringing you and the surrounding audience to the pot.

And...... As long as the veteran understands that it is more practical to carry a few more bullets on the battlefield than to carry a harmonica. If you're not a veteran but a recruit who doesn't understand anything and just thinks about romance and beauty, are you really in the mood to play the harmonica on a bloody battlefield?!

In the same way, it's fucking shit to tell the soldiers on the battlefield what kind of surname, what kindness, what morality! It is the truth that you can live, and if you sympathize with the enemy and be merciful and let them go, you are the killer who slaughters your comrades!

The physical strength and limited supplies of both sides were rapidly depleting, and by the sixth day of the counter-pursuit battle, Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping could already see the graves abandoned by the Chechen army along the way. There was really no strength left to dig a grave for his brothers, and each corpse was covered with only a thin layer of yellow sand, and a slight hurricane that blew the sand off the corpses completely, exposing them to the claws of the vultures.

By the seventh day, the Chechen army no longer even had the strength to do the most basic burial for its companions, and in just one day, Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping saw eleven corpses on the road.

A rough calculation shows that there are less than fifty soldiers left in the Chechen [***] army, and their attrition is getting faster and faster.

The Chechen soldiers were so hungry that they simply cut their belts into small pieces with sabers, roasted them slightly on the fire, and after emitting a roast beef-like aroma, they couldn't wait to put the pieces of cowhide in their mouths. Due to the lack of saliva, they chewed for a long time and the mouth was still a hard piece. They simply cut the cowhide into smaller strips, closed their eyes and pressed their necks, and swallowed them into their stomachs.

They hoped that their gastric juice would be able to digest the hides, but they overestimated the digestive capacity of their stomachs, which lacked fresh water and had begun to shrink. Whenever someone covered his stomach and fell down in pain, the people around him knew that this brother's stomach had been swollen by cowhide. The only thing they could do was to twist a few bullets and pour gunpowder into the brother's mouth, hoping to help him digest it. However, because the body really lacked the necessary water, the infusion of gunpowder into the stomachs of these brothers often prompted the formation of a lump in their stomachs that could scratch and cut the stomach from the inside.

They ate everything, they ate everything they could eat made of animal skins, they chewed on the roots of trees, they gnawed on the bones of animals of unknown age, and when they saw tall and thick cacti and cacti, a dozen people rushed over like crazy, cut down the cactus, dug out of the cactus and stuffed it into their mouths.

The commander of the Chechen [***] army shouted loudly: "Don't rob, don't eat, the juice of those things contains something that will drive you crazy, we need to filter it with sand!" ”

"I can't wait, I can't wait!" A Chechen soldier with blood-red eyes hissed: "I can't wait for the water to be filtered out of the sand, I'll die of thirst!" Not only am I thirsty, but I'm hungry, and now as long as I don't get hungry or thirsty, even if I go crazy and die immediately, I admit it! ”

The commander of the Chechen [***] army opened his mouth wide, his dry and skinned lips squirmed up and down a few times, but now in the face of such a group of soldiers and brothers who were already dying of thirst and starvation, what could he say?

Those soldiers stuffed a lot of things taken out of the immortal pillars, along with the blood that had been pierced by the spikes on their own hands, into their mouths, while the other Chechen soldiers, who barely maintained their sanity, watched as the dozen or so brothers who jumped into the dead end, knowing that it was a dead end, still jumped in.

A dozen people were like a dozen hungry wolves, sweeping away the cactus pillars and cactus flesh they had found with a lot of juice, and they stood up with a satisfied expression. One of the soldiers gave a whistle and shouted: "Brothers, we are well fed and ready to work!" ”

More than a dozen Chechen soldiers picked up the weapons they had just thrown on the ground, and one of the squad leaders walked up to their commander, and after saluting the commander, he said in a deep voice: "I know that we are finished, we will go crazy at any time, and we may raise our guns in our hands at our comrades out of control, so I ask you to allow me to lead those brothers who have eaten the immortal pillar to meet those two [***] people!" Before we go crazy and lose our minds, we have to pull those two [***] people and let them be our burial companions! ”

Staring at these comrades-in-arms with a sense of mortality on their faces, the lips of the Chechen [***] guerrilla commander were trembling all the time, these were all his soldiers, these were all brothers who fought side by side with him and survived the two most tragic Chechen wars together! It was only at this time that the commander of the Chechen [***] army understood that the reason why these twelve soldiers rushed to eat the cactus containing insane ingredients was to find a sufficient reason to turn around and go to fight with the two Chinese [***] people!

The squad leader handed the commander a small package tightly wrapped in a tarp, and he whispered: "This is the letter that our twelve brothers left to their families, you can also call them suicide notes, and it contains all the money we have with us. If you can get out of this desert alive, please pass these things over to our family!" ”

Patting the squad leader in front of him fiercely, the commander of the Chechen [***] army held him in his arms fiercely, feeling the powerful beating of this brother's heart, he couldn't help but feel a sour nose, because he knew that no matter what the result was, this would be the last time he would hug this brother!

Eleven Chechen [***] guerrilla soldiers, led by a squad leader, reflexively greeted their enemy with a loud military song, and after seven days of tug-of-war, they already knew that eleven people, this is already the maximum limit of the goal that the two [***] people are willing to face.

The dozen or so soldiers died in the desert with a smile on their faces, each of them feeling that they had killed the enemy, and indeed each of them had eliminated at least one target. When they were already in a trance, more than half of the personnel were killed or wounded, and the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization," which knew that it could no longer resist the all-out attack of the two Chinese people, began to move closer to Chechnya, an "ally," hoping to find a shelter.

As soon as the gunfire rang out, half of the 20 members of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" collapsed, and before they could form an effective counterattack, they were killed by more than a dozen well-trained Chechen guerrilla soldiers with rich combat experience who were no less than overdosed on stimulants. And those Chechen guerrilla soldiers, after destroying the group of enemies in front of them, did not know who opened the head, and they raised their guns and fired at each other.

When Zhan Xia Ge and Zhao Haiping walked to this desert where a bloody battle had taken place, they were surprised to see that there were 40 dead bodies on the ground, and the faces of more than 20 members of the "East Turkistan Liberation Organization" were full of horror and incomprehension. And the dozen or so Chechen soldiers, but there was an almost bewitching smile on their faces, and the two Chechen soldiers, who were still hugging each other tightly even if they were dead, looked quite affectionate, and they stabbed the bayonets in their hands into each other's chests at the same time.

(To be continued)