War is brutal, and it is unforgivable to use war as a cover for evil experiments.

The smoke of gunfire filled the battlefield, countless craters were scattered on the small beach, and some people were lying down, dead, but tired.

Before his landing craft approached the shore, it was sunk by a grenade on the island, and he couldn't swim, but he couldn't care about shouting for help, so he could only rely on his own hands and legs, learn to be swam by someone, and go straight to it.

He, Guton, comes from a rural family with a large pasture with dozens of cows and more than a hundred sheep. Having grown up between cows and sheep, he does not like to kill, and is full of compassion for animals other than humans.

Guton drank a lot of seawater, choked on a sore throat, and finally climbed to the shore, where he was covered by the artillery fire of the fortress on the shore.

There was a thud of explosion, and Goodon lay on the ground with his ears covered. After the surroundings were quiet, he raised his head with a face full of mud and sand, spit out the sand in his mouth, and saw that many people were rushing forward, and he didn't want to die here, so he quickly got up.

As soon as he stood up, he was knocked down by someone rushing up from behind, and as soon as he wanted to curse, he heard a piercing sound in the sky, and a mortar shell fell five meters away, and the guy who knocked him down was more unlucky, and was blown up directly, and he escaped because he fell to the ground.

The mortar explosion was so loud that he didn't have time to cover his ears, at this point he could only hear a squeak.

After sitting on the ground for a while, he was helped up by the soldiers who followed behind him, and hid in the protective slope below the fort in front.

Hey buddy, are you alright?

The soldier took Guton's shoulders and looked at him.

It's okay, I'm okay.

Guton shook his head, feeling like his hearing had recovered quite a bit.

It's okay, our squad leader will take us directly to rush up in a while, do you want to come?

The soldier saw that Guton was okay and began to check his equipment.

Rush up?

When Guton heard this, he secretly popped out his head, looked at the fortress in front of him, and then quickly shrank back.

What are you doing rushing up?

Guton couldn't understand, didn't he rush forward at this time to die.

Well, we're ready to take that fortress. Its firepower is so fierce that more people will die if it is not resolved.

The soldier stopped what he was doing and looked at Gudun.

Take? Wouldn't it be okay to just blow it up?

Guton asked rhetorically.

Who wouldn't! You don't look at it, this is a steel fortress, without that kind of large-caliber artillery, ordinary explosives packages can't be exploded at all. And you look closely, you look at that window that is still shooting, see? The window was too narrow for us to throw in the explosives bag, so the squad leader led us here!

Guton thought about it, and he said the same, nodded, and told him that he would be following him.

The soldier nodded, looked at Gutun with appreciative eyes, and did not expect that a recruit who had never known him would follow him to blow up the fortress without any fear.

Guton didn't have anything to prepare, just wait for them to act, and the most important thing for him now is to rest for a while.

In the rare silence, Guton couldn't help but think of the cows at home, especially the sweet milk, ah, how delicious!

Hey buddy, let's go!

The soldier patted Gutun.

Oh, ready to act?

Guton immediately perked up.

Well, leave right away and wait for the squad leader's order.

The soldier looked at his squad leader, nervous.

In an uproar, the squad leader took the lead and rushed out, followed by the soldiers who ran out in a line, Guton exhaled deeply, got up and followed.

The squad leader made a gesture for everyone to lean back, clinging to the walls of the fortress and not going out to look.

It was the first time for Guton to fight under someone else's command, and he couldn't help but be a little nervous, especially worried that he might be killed by enemy machine guns, shells, etc.

The more Guton thought about it, the more frightened he became, and he quickly closed his eyes and forced himself not to think about the things that had not happened.

The squad leader looked like an experienced one, so he took off his helmet first and slowly handed it out.

No one attacked.

The squad leader was going to take a quick look and make sure there was no one at all.

There really is no one.

The squad leader confirmed that there were no enemies on the flanks of the fortress, and then he took the lead and walked out, followed closely by the soldiers behind.

At this moment, two people suddenly came out of the side of the fortress, these two people looked at a column of soldiers, began to be stunned for a moment, and then were about to pull out their guns.

With two snaps, the squad leader used a pistol to solve the two.

The side of the fortress was a large slope, with a slope of fifty or sixty degrees, and everyone could only climb the slope with their bare hands, and there was no time to shoot with their guns, and only the squad leader was the most vigilant, so he killed two in time.

When you climb the slope, you will find a large plain as far as the eye can see, and there are trenches dug out of the plain, and I don't know how many enemies are hidden in them. Several machine guns had been erected on the edge of the trenches, and there were already people standing behind them ready to go.

As soon as the squad leader and the people came up, countless bullets whistled, and the squad leader hurriedly retreated.

The squad leader summoned the communications corps over and wanted to contact the navy and ask them to bomb it, but they got the news that their navy was being pulled by the enemy's warships and that there was no time and extra warships for them.

The squad leader was very angry, and when he needed them the most, he didn't even help himself.

If they didn't knock out the machine guns in the distance, they wouldn't be able to get into the fort at all, and the longer it dragged on, the worse it would be for them.

The squad leader was anxious and didn't know what to do.

Guton saw that these people were delayed in going out, and he was afraid that he was in a lot of trouble, and he had nothing to help.

Guton looked at the walls of the blackened fortress and reached out to touch it, and the metallic coldness of steel reminded him of the tractor at home.

His favorite thing to do around the cows is to lie on the grass and look up at the sky, especially the blue sky and white clouds.

Looking at the white clouds in the sky, Goodon was in a very low mood and muttered quietly, alas, how good it would be if I could fly.

This very small voice was heard by the squad leader, and his eyes suddenly lit up, and he clapped his hands vigorously.

Looks like the squad leader has an idea.

Everyone saw the squad leader's reaction.

The squad leader was well equipped, almost everything, a book of pictures that had been treasured for many years, and a mini camera.

The squad leader reluctantly tore off one sheet, then folded it into an airplane, fixed the mini camera on the paper airplane, set up a time-lapse shot, sighed twice, and threw it out.

Lose it!

The paper airplane draws a perfect ellipse in the air, flies diagonally into the air, and then flies diagonally back again.

Just as everyone was waiting for the paper plane to return to their hands, the enemy's machine gun smashed the paper plane and the mini camera fell.

Finished.

Everyone thought that hope was gone.

The squad leader tore off another piece of paper, folded an airplane, and looked at the soldier who was silently staring at him, a battlefield reporter who would also have a camera by his side.

The battlefield reporter shook his head.

The squad leader stretched out his hand and nodded.

The battlefield reporter hesitated for a moment, took the camera off his neck, and hesitantly put it in the hands of the squad leader.

This time, we need everyone to work together, and after a while, everyone will lie down on the slope, and as soon as I throw the plane, you will pop up from time to time, so that the enemy's attention is here, and then they will not shoot down the plane.

The squad leader arranged for everyone to lie down on the slope first.

Oh, good idea.

The grim-faced soldiers suddenly smiled.

This time, the squad leader's plan succeeded, successfully obtained the position of the enemy's machine gun, and then arranged for artillery to knock out the enemy's firing point.

After knocking out the enemy's firing points, the crowd happily entered the fortress.

Guton looked at the gate of the fortress and didn't go inside, and walked over curiously to see what was wrong.

There was a machine gun inside, which was still firing, and the person controlling it was still firing selflessly, not noticing the person behind him.

The squad leader walked over gently, pulled out his pistol, and put it against the back of the man's head.

The man turned out to be indifferent and still shooting!

Well?

When the squad leader saw it, he didn't stop? And he came up to him.

This look directly frightened the squad leader.

This can no longer be called human.

His eyes had been hollowed out, his nose had been cut off, his mouth had been sewn up, his hands were fixed to the machine gun, and his body was still shaking because there was a wooden stick attached to a turning motor at the back of the machine gun.

A single knife cut off both of his arms, and then let his hands go.

At this point, the fortress was useless.

After a long time, Guton retired from the battlefield and had to retire home early because of a calf injury.

No matter how comfortable he was at home, Guton could never forget that face, and every night he had trouble falling asleep, and even when he fell asleep, he would dream of the face that was rapidly approaching him, and every time he would wake up screaming.

Not long after, he was admitted to a psychiatric hospital.

A few days later, he hanged himself.

When the doctor rushed in, they were stunned to see a blood-soaked man hanging from under a rope made of sheets.

Finish.