By the time the news of the monster's appearance reached Nekhlova's parents, Kazakhstan had already fallen.

Even a large country with a developed economy, a powerful country, with a land area nearly twenty times that of Tangjikistan, has fallen, not to mention Tajikistan, which is in a remote corner and has slow development?

As a country boy who had never even been to Dushanbe, Nekhlova had no idea how far his native Tajikistan was from Kazakhstan, the world's largest landlocked country. But from the solemn expressions of his parents, Nekhlova could see that the matter was serious and the monster was terrible.

However, the day after hearing the news, Nekhlova, who had stayed up all night and did not dare to sleep, found that the chickens were still crowing, the cattle were still plowing the fields, the drizzle had dispelled the smell of dung in the air, and the fields and cottages were still the same.

I don't know if it was to celebrate, but Nekhlova's father made an exception and took the family to the only restaurant in the village, saying that it was a place that was really a place, but it was not a simple shed, in addition to a few tables and chairs, and long pieces of furniture like beds, on which diners could lie or eat with their legs crossed.

Nekhlova will never forget that family dinner for the rest of his life, because it was his last.

That day, Nekhlova sat cross-legged beside his father and devoured the naan and vegetable platter on the table, consisting mainly of tomatoes, cucumbers and turnips, without the addition of any sauce, which may be difficult to swallow for the upper class who are used to eating vegetable salads, but it is a rare delicacy for Nekhlova.

Suddenly, Nekhlova heard his father talking to his uncle, who wanted his father to take his infant brother and flee with him.

Nekhlova could see that his father was a little shaken when his uncle described the cruelty and horror of the monster, but his uncle's unintentional advice had made all his efforts in vain.

"Go, Allah can't protect us, even Kazakhstan has fallen, and many more people are starving to death on the way to escape than you have seen in your life."

These were the exact words of the uncle, who was so impatient that he said something he shouldn't have said, only to make his stubborn brother change his mind.

Nekhlova's father, a devout Sunni who never believed that Allah could not bless believers in the Lord, said that Kazakhstan fell because they were not religious enough, and that the people of Tajikistan were more religious than ever after leaving the Russian Federation and would be blessed by Allah.

The uncle, who had read a lot of books, could no longer be reasonable, because the object he was trying to persuade was a fanatic who was more stubborn than a cow, so the uncle left with a bag of naan and a pot of water.

Nekhlova did not understand the look in his uncle's eyes before leaving, because Nekhlova was drinking soup, a hot but not bubbling soup, with a layer of oil and a layer of fat floating on the noodles, and the strong smell of mutton made Nekhlova's mouth water.

After a full meal, Nekhlova followed his father home, and his parents were discussing in the house how to make his uncle change his mind, and several uncles on the street were still gathering in groups to play the piano and sing as usual, everything was normal, and with his stomach stuffed with broth, Nekhlova only thought that the rumors of the end he heard yesterday were a joke.

But the next moment, disaster struck suddenly.

Tajikistan is a small country that has not yet emerged from the shadow of Brexit from Russia and civil war, and its development is quite backward, and the capital Dushanbe may be able to reach the level of an ordinary county and town in a developed country, but in a mountainous village like Nekhlova, there is not even a color television set, let alone high-tech products such as computers and smartphones.

The limited access to information meant that they were receiving the news far behind the normal level, and by the time Nekhlova's village heard the news, the demon tide had invaded Tajikistan, and it was not the fanged monsters that brought disaster to the small village first, but the demons with human skins.

Just as Nekhlova was about to take a nap, a convoy broke into the village, and because of the bad road conditions in the village, all these cars were parked at the entrance of the village.

It's rare to see a car in a small village, and now a team is suddenly coming, how can you not be curious?

However, it was not friendly visitors who came here, but a vicious and frenzied mob of armed men, most of them men, but also two or three women, all armed with guns, knives pinned to their waists, and sun-dried human heads.

The children in the village have never even seen the movie, let alone think of special effects makeup, and when they saw the group of people who got out of the car in a clear outfit, they immediately turned around and ran home, and those who fell to the ground even rolled and crawled, crying and calling for their mother.

Fathers and mothers heard the cry of their children and ran out of the house defenselessly, of course, even if they were prepared, it would not change the outcome and meet these armed thugs head-on.

The rioters shot without saying a word, and poured all the bullets that could not kill or hit the monster on the innocent villagers, most of the villagers who had participated in the civil war when they were young were far away from their hometowns and went to the Russian Federation or China to work abroad, leaving this group of unarmed and inexperienced villagers, one by one, like human targets, let alone resisting, not even dodging!

After the massacre, the mob began to search from house to house, shooting and killing adults whenever they saw them, leaving only children like Nekhlova.

Witnessing his parents lying in a pool of blood, Nekhlova's brain went blank, and his father and mother, who had been sitting together for lunch more than an hour ago, became immobile corpses in the blink of an eye, a mutation that Nekhlova could not accept.

When he regained his senses, Nekhlova found himself and the other children of the village gathered together and escorted to the truck, while the murderous demons scraped the ground and loaded all the food in the village into a truck, not sparing the corpses of the village, all wrapped in bags or bunks and tied to the back of the car.

Thinking of the sun-dried human heads around the waists of the mobs, Nekhlova guessed that they might have to eat the corpses, and suddenly his stomach churned, and he vomited out all the undigested lunch, causing a strange stench in the enclosed truck bed.

Because Nekhlova vomited in the car, the thugs who were in charge of them pulled Nekhlova out of the car to shoot him, and Nekhlova peed his pants in fright, crying loudly for Mom and Dad to help me, forgetting that his parents were now corpses, tied with ropes and tied to the back of a car.

When the mob discovered that Nekhlova spoke a Turkic language rather than the dialect spoken in the village, they suddenly changed their minds and brought Nekhlova to the leader of the armed mob.

Later, Nekhlova learned that the armed thugs had chosen him over the other children because he spoke Turkic and could communicate with the mob.

The thugs were eating naan with water and wine, while laughing and looking at Nekhlova, who was wetting his crotch.

"There is not only fear in your eyes, but also anger and confusion, is it difficult for you to understand why we are killing them?" The leader of the thug asked with a grin, still slapping the head on his waist when he was questioned, the head had been dried in the sun, and there was a pop of the slap, and no flesh and blood had fallen down.

Nekhlova felt as if the human head was staring at him with hollow eye sockets, and he was too frightened to speak.

"I'll tell you why, because the demon tide is coming here soon, and these fools stay here and don't leave, and when the demon tide comes, they will die the same, and they will die even worse! Have you ever seen a spider taller than a house? I've seen it! Its eight feet are sharper than a bayonet, and its mouthparts like straws spit out of its mouth, which can suck a living person dry in the blink of an eye! ”

The leader of the thug was somewhat nervous and began to answer himself.

"Compared to those strange ways of dying, how refreshing it is to be shot to death, anyway, they are all mortal people, rather than let them die painfully at the hands of monsters, it is better to let them die happily, so, I kill them, in fact, it is a kind of mercy, do you understand? We're helping them! You say, right? ”

"Yes!" The thugs who ate in a circle laughed.

"You are talking nonsense, you are just trying to rob us of our food! My uncle said that more people starved to death on the way to the run than my father had ever seen in his life, and you must have been there to steal our food. Nekhlova began to cry again, "You are a heinous group of sinners, and Allah will come to punish you." ”

Hearing the word Allah, the mob was stunned for a moment, then burst into even wilder laughter.

"Allah?" The leader of the mob leaned back with a smile, "If Allah had punished me, I would have drunk boiling water and pus in Hell a long time ago, do you know why we left you?" Because you little ones have the most tender flesh, and eat little, and have no strength to resist, and are better to kill than pigs, if we can't get to the next stop before the water and food run out, then we will drink your blood and eat your flesh. ”

"Also, do you know why you brought these corpses? We don't eat this kind of rough meat, but when we are chased by monsters, we can cut the ropes and take these corpses to feed the monsters. ”

Speaking of this, the leader of the thugs seemed to suddenly remember something, reached out and pinched the big soup spoon and scooped it twice in the boiling cauldron in front of him, scooped up a fleshy little foot, and steamed it for too long, three of the five toes had fallen off, and the epidermis began to separate from the muscles.

The thug stared at the foot in the spoon for a moment, then looked up at Nekhlova and said, "It looks like your brother's foot." ”

"Vomit"

Nekhlova vomited uncontrollably again, as if his whole stomach was about to turn upside down and squeeze out of his throat.

"Hahahaha, it turns out that you really have a younger brother, oh, I just said it casually, but the babies are used to cook soup, and it is very nutritious, do you want to try it?"

"Vomit !!"

Nekhlova felt that all his soul and part of his humanity were vomited out with the yellow bile, and anyone who had seen such a thing could still be called a human being? Is it still a whole person?

As for the person who does such a thing, it is not a man, it is a demon in human skin.

Nekhlova threw up until he fainted, and when he woke up in the murky air of the truck bed, he was determined to take revenge on these demons.

But Nekhlova did not have the ability to take revenge, several attempts never left the carriage, did not find the slightest opportunity, seeing that the companions in the carriage were becoming fewer and fewer, not being eaten, but being thrown out as cannon fodder and bait when they encountered monsters, Nekhlova had a premonition, and it was likely that he would die tragically at the hands of monsters like that in the near future.

Nekhlova was unwilling to die meaninglessly, but if he wanted revenge but couldn't do anything, there was only one thing left to do.

When the convoy stopped at the intersection of a strange village, Nekhlova shouted in the carriage in the loudest voice: "Run! Run! They are the devils who kill! Allah's people are no longer protected by Him! Flee! ”

Shouting in the airtight truck compartment may not reach the ears of the others, and even if they succeed in giving a warning, they may not be able to escape from the armed mob, but this is the only thing Nekhlova can do, so he did it, and then curled up in a ball and waited for death.

Fierce gunfire was heard outside, and it was all in unison.

Nekhlova closed his eyes in pain, not daring to imagine the scene outside the car, but the scene of his parents' tragic death was vivid, and with the faint screams and wails outside, a tragic image of the massacre automatically came to mind.

After a while, the gunfire stopped, and the locked door of the carriage was opened, and the blinding light shone in, causing the other children to squint, except for Nekhlova, who stared out with tearful eyes, to see an uncle with yellow skin, black hair, and glasses.

………………

"That's what I've been through."

Nekhlova stared at the camera, his eyes red.

"The tragedy that happened to me is not an isolated case, read the book .com In Kazakhstan, Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Turkmenistan, Uzbekistan, something like this happened a thousand times, and our army could not protect us, or even refused to protect us."

"In just half a month, the number of coups, civil wars, and massacres that have occurred on the land of Central Asia has exceeded the total number of coups in the past 100 years, and countless people have been killed."

Nekhlova pointed behind him, and the camera panned to a group of young children and a few old men with white beards cooking a fire on the edge of the tent.

Around the campfire, the old people posed and prayed to Allah for help, while the children looked numb and confused, staring blankly at the dancing flames, their hollow gray eyes as if they would no longer reflect light.

"Help us."

Nekhlova fell to his knees facing the camera.

"For the sake of fellow human beings, save us!"

That*, don't look for the picture, vomit, I've been throwing up for a long time......