In the bitter cold wind, after the truck pulling the wounded crossed a bridge, the scenery outside the truck changed from dotted farmland to rolling mountains.

And in the cargo bays filled with wounded men, the topic of conversation among the black wounded men changed from girls to reasons for joining the army.

"I didn't join the army for some bullshit justice."

Black Jack lit a cigarette as he spoke, "I stole a car and was supposed to be sent to prison, but the judge told me that as long as I am willing to serve for one year in this ghost place full of beauties and gold.

, it can offset my crime."

"I'm the same," said Nick, the black man. "I robbed a store and came here to avoid going to jail."

"Hey! What about you?" As Jack spoke, he handed Wei Ran a cigarette.

After taking the cigarette, Wei Ran was about to open his mouth to say something, but there was a sudden explosion from the direction of the front of the car, followed by two more gunshots that almost overlapped. After the gunshots, everyone immediately noticed this.

A truck lost control!

"What's going on?" a black man asked in panic, and subconsciously rushed to the back of the car and opened the canvas curtain.

"boom!"

There was another gunshot, and the black soldier, whose face was also wrapped in gauze, didn't even see the enemy clearly outside. A cloud of blood mist burst out from his chest, and he fell down next to Wei Ran.

"Bang!"

Amidst the violent collision, the wounded in the carriage immediately rolled into a ball, and the truck full of wounded also stopped.

In the carriage, a black soldier named Nick used a cane to carefully open the canvas curtain at the rear of the carriage.

Through the only gap, everyone in the car could see except for the mountains covered with snow, but no enemies were found at all.

"Nick" a black soldier named Jack picked up a helmet and handed it to Nick.

The latter took the helmet, held it on his head with a cane, and carefully reached out.

"boom!"

After another clear gunshot, the helmet spun and landed on the gravel road.

Upon seeing this, everyone immediately fell silent. Wei Ran also took the opportunity to touch himself carefully, and after confirming that there was no weapon, he moved to the corner without leaving a trace, and put the camera into the inner pocket of his cotton coat.

Don't draw too much attention to yourself.

In what can be described as a panic-stricken wait, the sound of chaotic footsteps came closer and closer. After waiting for a while, the canvas curtain at the rear of the car was opened from the outside.

Immediately afterwards, everyone saw a dozen thin soldiers pointing at them with various weapons. The nearest one even held two wooden-handled grenades with the tail caps unscrewed.

Seeing this, Wei Ran's eyebrows couldn't help but jump. The soldiers outside the car were not wearing volunteer uniforms, and their noisy shouts for the people in the car to surrender were also said in Chinese.

While he was worried, the soldiers outside the car were obviously startled by the black faces and white teeth that emerged one by one.

However, after a brief stalemate, the prisoners in the car unanimously put down their weapons and chose to surrender. Each of them only had a pistol at most, and they could not compete with the people outside the car.

Seeing this, the leading soldier outside the car waved his hand behind him, and several soldiers immediately put away their weapons, swarmed up and roughly pulled the wounded out of the car.

It wasn't until he left the cargo bed that Wei Ran noticed that there were two trucks directly in front of their truck. However, perhaps because of the explosion just now, one of the trucks had fallen into the ravine on the side of the road.

In the ditch, thick smoke was rising at the bottom of the ravine.

The other vehicle was completely blown away, and the front cab of the truck was blown away. It turned sideways and blocked the entire highway. At this time, a dozen soldiers who seemed to be dressed as guerrillas were busy getting out of the truck bed.

He carried things down inside and captured a few white soldiers who were still alive.

The car Wei Ran was riding in came to a stop after it hit the chassis of the previous car.

At this moment, two soldiers dressed as guerrillas grabbed Wei Ran's hands from both sides, twisted his arms and pushed him and the other wounded to the roadside next to the cliff.

Before he could react, the two guerrillas each kicked him on the knee socket, forcing him to kneel down with his back to the cliff. At the same time, the seriously injured people in the car were kicked by the guerrillas.

They threw them into the mountain stream on the roadside together with the stretcher!

When all the prisoners knelt in a row on the roadside, the leader also pulled out a 1911 pistol, walked to the white prisoner at the end, raised the pistol without warning, and pointed it at his forehead.

The trigger was pulled!

"boom!"

After the crisp gunfire, the white soldier stared with astonished eyes, and the person who was shot was kicked into the mountain stream!

"You are massacring prisoners of war!" Another white soldier next to him shouted, "You violated..."

"boom!"

The second gunshot interrupted the soldier's protest, and then he was also kicked down.

This unusually simple execution immediately caused a commotion among the prisoners, but they were surrounded by people pointing guns at them. The only thing they could do was to wait for death.

"Let's jump to the cliff behind us together!" Black Nick suggested loudly, "Maybe one of us can survive..."

"Bang!" The third gunshot jumped over several people and accurately hit Nick's temple. Immediately afterwards, he was kicked into the cliff by the shooter. And the soldiers around him almost

He put the muzzle of the gun on the other people's faces.

"They will shoot anyone who dares to move."

The leader gave instructions with a stick in his mouth and walked back to the third white man who was supposed to be shot in order.

In such a short time, the white soldier with the rank of sergeant was so frightened that he shed tears of pain, and even uttered all kinds of gibberish begging for mercy in his mouth.

"boom!"

After the fourth gunshot, the soldier still could not escape the fate of being shot. His warm and young body was carried into the mountain stream like garbage.

But at this time, no prisoner dared to protest. Even Jack, who was next to Wei Ran, had closed his eyes and started praying. There were beads of sweat on his dark face in the winter.

"Bang!" After the fifth gunshot, the last remaining white prisoner fell into the cliff.

"Bang!" There was only a pause of less than a second, and the first black prisoner fell into the mountain stream with a bullet hole in his forehead.

"Bang!" There was another gunshot, and the second black prisoner fell into the mountain stream.

At this time, only the last two people were left on Wei Ran's left side, and only Jack was left on his right side.

The guerrilla in charge of the execution blew the muzzle of his gun slowly, pulled out the magazine, and loaded the bullets one by one.

But the torture of waiting for death overwhelmed the black prisoner farthest from Wei Ran. He roared and was about to stand up to resist, but before he could touch the executioner's clothes, he had already aimed his submachine gun at him.

His guerrillas decisively pulled the trigger!

Amidst the intensive gunfire, the roar of the black prisoner with gauze wrapped around his belly suddenly stopped, and then he was kicked into the mountain stream. At this time, the executioner also loaded the magazine full of bullets into the mountain stream.

Into the gun.

"Bang!" After the crisp gunfire, the prisoner next to Wei Ran had a bullet hole between his eyebrows.

Seeing that it was his turn next, Wei Ran tensed up his nerves and was ready to resist when the gun was pointed at him.

At this critical moment of life and death, someone on the hillside by the roadside shouted loudly in a thick accent, "Don't shoot!"

Hearing this, the guerrilla soldier who was about to point his gun at Wei Ran slightly raised the muzzle of his gun. Wei Ran, who was about to suddenly take out the anti-tank gun from the metal book to attract attention and resist, temporarily gave up.

the inner plan.

Not more than ten seconds later, a young soldier wearing a volunteer army uniform ran over and said bluntly, "Captain Yin, don't kill the prisoners!"

"We don't need prisoners," the guerrilla fighter who was about to shoot Wei Ran responded.

"We really don't need prisoners, but we do need intelligence." The soldier rushed and said in a stickman's voice, "Killing them is of no use, but they can provide more valuable intelligence."

“None of us understands English”

Captain Yin retorted stubbornly, "And there are only two left. Judging from their rank and skin color, they don't seem to know any valuable information."

"Leave them alone!"

The young volunteer soldier grabbed Captain Yin's gun-holding wrist and said, "I'll take them back. We have someone who can speak English."

Hearing this, Captain Yin hesitated for a moment, and finally put the weapon in his hand back into the holster, "Tie their hands together with thick wire!"

Before he finished speaking, two guerrillas found two wires and, with the help of people around them, tied the hands of Wei Ran and the other surviving prisoner Jack from behind.

Feeling the excruciating pain in his wrist, Wei Ran resisted and did not struggle. Instead, he stared at the soldier blankly. He never expected that he would meet the car driver Liu Yijiao here!

"Captain Yin, I'll take them away first." After Liu Yijiao said this, he saluted, then waved to Wei Ran and Jack, and said, "Enough!"

"If you don't want to die, hurry up and follow."

Wei Ran, who had just half stepped through the gate of hell, quickly stood up, beckoning Jack, who was still grinning, to follow Liu Yijia, and walked up the hillside by the roadside as if running for his life.

"They are killing prisoners of war!"

Jack stumbled to his feet and limped behind Wei Ran while complaining, "They violated Geneva..."

"Quickly save it"

At this time, Wei Ran, who was almost entirely focused on Liu Yijiao, angrily interrupted Jack's unfinished nonsense, "They were not killing prisoners of war."

"We have all surrendered, and we are wounded!" Jack said desperately, holding his neck, "We are prisoners of war!"

"Yes, yes! We are the wounded, and we surrendered."

Wei Ran turned his head and glanced at the guerrillas who were getting farther and farther behind him, and then continued, "We are indeed prisoners of war, but to them, we are the invaders who started the war on their land in the first place."

"Do not make jokes!"
To be continued...