"Is this a football game?" Adel held a cigar in his hand and narrowed his eyes as he watched Verak beat a prison guard until he fainted, and then he and other prisoners pounced on Lecter and others who were retreating.
He has been in Dymans Prison for decades and has never left since he took office. He has only heard of the word football and knows that it is a sport. He has no idea of its specific content. Today is the first time he has seen it
In football matches, the way this sport is played is a bit subversive of his imagination.
No one answered within two seconds. Adel turned his head and glared coldly at a prison guard who shrank his head and did not dare to look directly at him.
"Yes..." the prison guard who was being stared at immediately replied.
"Tell me the rules." Adel took another puff of his cigar and watched the fierce competition.
"Just kick the ball into the opponent's box. Whoever scores more goals wins."
Adel's attention was drawn away by the referee. The referee, who was wearing a prison uniform and was standing on the sidelines without even looking at the court. Even a person who didn't understand him at all seemed to think he was quite amateur: "There are no other rules."
Already?"
The prison guard thought for a moment, and it seemed that the rules Lecter had mentioned were the same as he had not mentioned them. He only emphasized the most special part of the game: "No more, but the deputy warden specially designed a new one. The prison guards can attack at will on the field.
Prisoners, prisoners can't fight back, but they can always change people."
"What's better than that?" Adel couldn't help but snorted when he heard this rule. Soon, his pupils shrank and he realized that things were not that simple.
Yesterday, Verak refused to meet with him, and Lecter was extremely arrogant and domineering when talking to him. It seemed that both parties had reached cooperation and were confident in pulling him down from the position of warden.
But the two people who cooperated are now fighting on their own, so why are they fighting so hard?
Lecter was beaten to death, and Verak was even more ruthless. Every swing of the stick was a deadly blow.
"Among the prisoners, Thomas Kreis is the only one who can fight back?" It didn't take long for Adel to notice something unusual. Among the prisoners, only Verak became more courageous as he fought with his baton.
"Yes, the deputy warden said that he wanted to be fair, so he gave prisoner No. 8196 the right to fight back." the prison guard replied.
"Huh." Adel didn't know which word in the prison guard's words made him laugh, "So, he beat Lecter until his face started to bleed?"
The prison guard said "Yeah".
Adel's doubts became more intense.
Would the two people who had cooperated get into such a fight over a game? Verak could stay out of it, because unlike other prisoners, he had a high chance of leaving here alive, while others had zero chance.
"Hiss..." Adel found that the situation did not seem to be as simple as he thought before, "Huh..."
Why did Verak work so hard in a competition just to celebrate the Peace Festival, even at the risk of severely injuring collaborators who were related to his freedom? And why did he choose to work and integrate with other prisoners when he could clearly enjoy more favorable conditions?
.
This is not in his own interest.
What is he doing for?
Adel was puzzled.
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On the field, Lecter covered his bleeding brow bone and yelled crazily: "Chris! You're fucking crazy! You're the crazy one!"
"Deputy Warden, we will take you to the infirmary right now!" The prison guard did not dare to judge Lecter's injury easily, and planned to take Lecter away and terminate the game. "Come to support and escort these prisoners away!"
"No support allowed!" Lecter wiped a handful of blood and rushed towards Verak, and the two struggled.
Several prison guards gathered around and didn't know what to do.
The remaining prisoners, led by Dawn, crashed into the prison guards protecting the football and fought for it. Although the prison guards were distracted from protecting Lecter, the manpower was temporarily tense, but because they had the right to attack, they quickly gained momentum.
The prisoners fought back. Several prisoners had no time to retreat and collapsed to the ground. They were grabbed and beaten wildly by the prison guards.
"Substitute, replace! Stop fighting! We need to replace!" Upon seeing this, Dawn stepped forward and yelled at the prison guard.
The prison guard who was slapped on the head ignored him, and the mentally disturbed referee did not provide the necessary help.
"Stop fighting!" Dawn saw several prisoners being beaten to a bloody pulp, and stepped forward and pushed the prison guard away, "We are going to change people! Don't you understand? Why are you still beating! You have violated the rules!"
"Who gave you the courage to talk to me like that!" Dawn's size and tone made the prison guard feel provoked, so he immediately led his men to attack Dawn.
While being knocked down by Lecter, Verak turned over and pushed Lecter to the ground and punched him several times. After hearing the helpless and angry voices of Dawn and other prisoners, Verak let go of Lecter: "Timeout! We
Need to be replaced!"
Lecter got up and rushed towards Verak.
Verak shouted with a louder voice: "We need to replace people! Substitute people!"
"Okay! I'll let you change." Lecter stopped less than two meters in front of Verak, his eyes were blood red, and he was breathing heavily. He suppressed the desire to kill Verak and threw his baton at the beating prisoners.
The prison guard said, "Stop it! Ask them to replace you!"
The prison guard stopped after receiving Lecter's order. At this time, the number of prisoners who had been beaten and incapacitated increased from three to seven. Only Verak, Dawn, and the other two prisoners could continue to compete.
"Game suspended!"
The referee was in a daze, and the prison guard took his place and announced that the game was suspended.
Seven prisoners who were seriously injured and fell unconscious within two or three minutes of the game were taken away by the prison guards and sent to the infirmary. As they were passing by the cafeteria, a group of prisoners who had been waiting in the cafeteria in panic rushed to the hospital.
He stood up and looked at the seven bloody men who were being dragged away.
"It's Bowen, Luo and the others! Why are they hurt so badly!"
"The prison guards were too cruel! They were beating me to death!"
"Is this still a competition?! This is not a competition! This is not fair!"
The prisoners made a noise at the prison guards.
"Everyone be quiet!" The prison guard responsible for guarding the prisoners who were preparing for the war decisively fired a shot to scare the prisoners. "Hurry up and get seven more of you!"
On the playing field, there were seven vacancies on the prisoners' side, and they were in urgent need of their support. But seeing the examples of being dragged off the field within a few minutes, the remaining prisoners hesitated. They didn't know that they had to suffer such a heavy blow for a game with only one ten thousandth chance of winning.
The damage is not worth it.
What if I were beaten to death directly? Even if I win, I won’t have a chance to write a letter!
Even if he is not dead, what if he is disabled? If he loses the ability to work, how will he survive in prison in the future?
Not worth it, not worth it.
"Hurry up!" the prison guard urged impatiently.
"We are short of two kickers and five covers." A prisoner stood up and walked towards the square at the end of the corridor, reminding other prisoners of the roles they needed on the field.
The other prisoners also saw who had just been killed, and they knew it clearly.
After the leader was appointed, six more prisoners soon stood up, followed the ones at the front, and arrived at the stadium.
On the court, due to a timeout, Verak collapsed to the ground to rest.
"Huh...huh..." He looked at the dark cloudy sky.
He didn't know how long the game had just passed. He only knew that seven prisoners were taken off the field so quickly that they didn't even touch the ball.
It's really hard to win.
How long can you last? Do you have enough energy to fight a few more times?
Verak suppressed the thoughts that arose in his mind that disturbed his mind.
"Here we come! The game begins!" The referee's position was taken over by the prison guard. The seven prisoners had just stepped into the playing field. Before they had time to join Verak, Dawn and the others, he blew the whistle.
"Let's go!" Verak was pulled up by Dawn.
Join the other prisoners.
Lecter, who had suffered a lot and became serious, took advantage of the prisoner substitution just now to bandage the wound on his brow bone and returned to the field. They still controlled the ball and advanced in defensive formation at a more cautious speed.
"They've suffered losses before, and it's even harder to rob now." Dawn said, rubbing her arm.
"There is no choice. This is the only way to go. Let's try again." Verak told the seven people who had just come on the tactic of "dividing the troops into two groups, attacking Lecter to contain the prison guards, and taking advantage of the prison guards' shortage of manpower to seize the football and organize a counterattack."
.
The seven people who had just come on the field were infected by the solemn atmosphere on the field, and they all prepared for it.
Verak gripped the only remaining baton tightly, pursed his lips, and his chest rose and fell a few times with deep breaths, then he rushed out and charged towards Lecter: "Charge!"
"Get the others out of the way, Chris, I'll do it." Lecter didn't know why Verak was so serious and merciless. He was angered. At this time, his desire to avenge the eyebrow wound won out.
After everything.
The members of the two teams collided together like a charge on the battlefield.
Except for Verak and Lecter, who were deliberately avoided by the prison guards, they fought and tangled together. The other prisoners were not very effective in dealing with each other. They were knocked to the ground by the prison guards as soon as they met.
——
Adel, who saw this scene on the sentry post, suddenly swayed and his huge body fell forward. He quickly grabbed the guardrail of the sentry post with both hands to steady himself.
His eyes reflected the beaten prisoners in the square, but his mind was filled with images of battlefields that were still fresh in his memory decades later, as if they happened yesterday.
In a battle decades ago, Adel's battalion was surrounded. To ensure the safety of everyone, the major chose to surrender and wait for the handover between the two governments to send them back.
But the enemy did not capture them because of their surrender, but wanted to kill them all under the guise of their desperate resistance. That cold winter, by a small flat glacier, the soldiers wearing cotton-padded jackets and military uniforms had their weapons confiscated
Row after row, they fell under the muzzle of the gun, and fell into the snow stained red with blood.
Adel, who had just joined the army at that time, was hit in the chest. Before he passed out, he only heard the major roaring his throat, covering up the sound of gunfire: "This is massacre! This is naked massacre! This is not
In line with international conventions!”
Decades have passed, and the unfair attacks that occurred in prison football games are not just a kind of massacre, nor are they trampling on the rules of the prison.
Hearing the prisoners shouting feebly that they were incapacitated and needed to be replaced, the prison guards turned a blind eye and broke their leg bones with stick after stick.
"Shut up!!"
Adel let out a roar like thunder, which shocked the onlookers who sneered at the prison guards.
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"I really didn't expect you to be so ruthless when you look so inexperienced!" Lecter didn't know how to fight, so he swung his baton randomly.
Verak gradually led Lecter away from the prison guard area: "Stop! We need to replace him!"
"It's only been half a fucking minute!" Lecter finally wanted to beat Verak, unwilling to just replace him and start over.
"We need to make substitutions!" Verak didn't want the game to stop at any time, but every second their teammates stayed there would be one more wound.
"Stop! Let them substitute!" Lecter's remaining sanity told him that he could not violate the rules he had said. After the game, he would continue to cooperate with Verak. He urgently needed Verak's trust.
Less than a minute after the game resumed, it was paused again.
This time, six people fell, four of them were prisoners from the second batch and two were survivors from the first batch.
Verak watched them being dragged away.
"It won't work like this. We can't touch the ball at all. Our people fall down one after another. It's just a waste of beatings for them!" Dawn, who was covered in injuries and trying not to end the game, always looked indifferent and escaped countless times.
, the richer emotions of wanting to regain freedom and help others are buried in my heart.
For the first time, Verak heard reluctance and anger in his voice.
"We have no choice." Verak's left finger was hit by Lecter with a baton. Now he was trembling and couldn't hold the baton at all. He had to change to his right hand, which was not in his hand. "We have to grab the ball."
"The way they play, the hundreds of people I picked will be beaten into cripples in the first half!" Dawn spat, "Either you talk to Lecter and see if you can win over us too.
Can do it."
Verak looked at Lecter, who was drinking water in the audience and encouraging the prison guards: "I have fought for it many times."
"If this continues, everyone will be seriously injured." Dawn foresees the final result, "If we can't get better conditions, we might as well——"
"I know that you are their backbone and you must take responsibility for them." Verak interrupted Dawn's frustrated words, "But we can't surrender. Even if the result is doomed and we will definitely lose, we still have to kick it down.
"
"Why?" Dawn was unwilling to give up the only glimmer of light in his hopeless life, but the facts told him that the light was a mirage and a flame. If he approached it, instead of being saved, he would be burned to ashes.
Verak looked towards the entrance of the square, his sweat-stained face showed no signs of discouragement: "You are not qualified to make decisions for them."
As soon as he finished speaking, the entrance was crowded, and hundreds of prisoners were escorted by prison guards.
Lecter originally planned to separate the prisoners to make them feel isolated and break their will, but this also seriously affected the progress of the game. In order to continue the game smoothly, he brought all the prisoners who were preparing for the game in the cafeteria to the square.
In the following games, once a prisoner indicates that he is in trouble, the referee will immediately call for someone to pull him off, and at the same time call for prisoners on the sidelines to add in.
"Don't count on them." In previous prison escapes, the failure was because the prisoners were not united enough and the guards dispersed as soon as they rushed. Therefore, Dawn has very complicated feelings towards the prisoners. He does not want to see the prisoners being bullied, and he also
It is clear that this group of prisoners cannot hold up the wall with mud.
Verak said no more, his eyes full of expectation.
A few seconds later, six prisoners walked out from the onlookers, filling the vacancies in the first team of prisoners on the court.
"The game continues!" the referee whistled.
"We can't stop casually this time." Verak raised his head and grinned at Dawn, "Fight as hard as you can."