Above the fire, the prisoner's clothes tied to the crossbar were burning, emitting a scorching smell. His body kept swaying, and he let out an ear-piercing howl. "Ah... please spare me, help me..."
Around them, a group of militants from the Nero Star Group let out howls and roars. They hated the enemy to the core. Seeing this tragic scene, they felt very relieved.
The other two prisoners turned pale with fear and hurriedly turned their heads, not daring to look any further.
When the clothes were burned away, the prisoner became silent and motionless. The flames licked his body, and occasionally grease would drip down. The armed men standing on both sides turned the wooden poles, as if they were roasting not a human being, but a male.
It was just a pig. Half an hour later, the corpse was roasted dry, and the scorched air had a terrifying smell of meat.
Six or seven armed men brought over a three-meter-long dining table and a chair. Tiankuba sat on the chair next to the dining table and ordered: "Bring me a feast of human flesh."
Someone brought the log pole with the roasted corpse tied to it, placed it on the dining table, used a wooden stick to open the lock of the wire rope, removed the wire rope, and carried the log away.
The steaming corpse appeared on the dining table, like several corpses. Tiankuba pulled out the military dagger from his waist, cut off a piece of meat from the thigh of the corpse, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it. While eating, he praised, "Very good.
It is very tough and delicious. Human flesh itself has a salty taste. It is delicious without adding salt. Bring wine, how can you eat meat without drinking wine..."
After a while, a subordinate brought over a jar of old wine and poured it into a big bowl. Tiankuba picked up the wine bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He said with a ferocious expression: "The most delicious thing in a human body is the heart. Let me try it."
." He stood up, holding the dagger in his hand
Stab the corpse on the chest, cut open the belly, grab the fist-sized heart with his left hand, bring it to his mouth, and bite it hard. A stream of blood spurts out, covering the corners of his mouth and neck.
Red bloodstains.
Tiankuba didn't care, biting the heart in his hand one after another, eating it all before giving up, like a devil. He turned to look at the other two prisoners, and said viciously: "If you still dare to resist, this roasted
The familiar guy is your role model. Hurry up and tell me honestly which force you are from and who sent you here? Otherwise, I will roast you two and eat them."
The two prisoners were trembling with fear, fearing that they would also be roasted and eaten. They said in panic: "I... I confess that we are from the Salin Group."
"It was Chief Salin who sent us here..."
Tiankuba was even furious and cursed: "Salin, you bastard, you dare to burn my goods, I will never end it with you... Someone, put them both on the fire and roast them."
The two prisoners were so frightened that they wet their pants and shouted in fear, "No, please spare us."
"Don't...don't burn us..."
Many armed men tied the two of them to wooden poles and put them on the fire to roast. For a while, the two prisoners screamed and made the camp feel like hell.
Tiankuba drank two more bowls of wine, and shouted loudly with red eyes: "Brothers, those bastards of the Salin Group burned our goods and put us in trouble. We may not even survive the winter. They are on the road to death."
Force us. That’s good
Come on, let's fight him to the death. Come here, kill and cook all the pigs, cattle and sheep in the camp, take out all the old wine in the cellar, and let everyone eat and drink to their heart's content. After we've had enough wine and food, we'll kill those dogs.
Go, son of a bitch."
After hearing the leader's order, many people came to the livestock pens and killed more than ten cows, more than 30 pigs, and more than 50 sheep, disembowelled them, and broke them into pieces. Many fires were made.
, set up dozens of large pots and began to cook the meat.
When the other two prisoners were roasted, they were divided and eaten by the hate-filled armed men. After eating human flesh, these people began to eat half-cooked pork, beef, and mutton, and drank large amounts of old wine.
At two o'clock in the morning, everyone gathered in the open space after eating and drinking. Following Tiankuba's order, more than 2,000 people launched a fierce attack on the Salin Group's territory...
At this point, the two groups began a protracted tug of war, and the Golden Triangle area became full of smoke.
In fact, this was just a strategy used by Ye Jianfan to blow up the Salin Group's transport vehicle and put the blame on the Nero Star Group. From the beginning, they had made up their minds to do this. Therefore, almost all the forces in the camp
The transport trucks were all attacked, but Ye Jianfan and others only spared the Nero Star Group. Moreover, they also deliberately obtained armbands, empty shells of Lee-Enfield rifles, and even Shen Dao brand cigarettes. Now, two
The group's dog-eat-dog approach achieved their goal.
There is also a special force in the Golden Triangle area, which is the former 38th Army of the Kuomintang. Speaking of this army is really embarrassing.
This was the team that was defeated in the mainland of country Z. They fled to Myanmar and occupied some territory. During this period, they were used as a counterattack base by the Taiwan side. However, the backbiting of the Taiwan side chilled many soldiers. Later, some of them took the initiative to break away from the Taiwan authorities.
, became a stateless force. Over the decades, the Myanmar government conducted several encirclement and suppression campaigns, but failed to eliminate this tenacious force. Today, they have gained a place in the Golden Triangle and also rely on growing and selling opium to make a living.
For forty years, they have been in exile in a foreign country, but they have never forgotten that they are descendants of the Yan and Huang Dynasties. They speak Chinese, sing folk songs, celebrate the Spring Festival, Dragon Boat Festival and other festivals every year. In order to survive, they fight unremittingly. However, it turns out that they are in their prime.
Mao's young men have now turned into gray-haired seniors. Perhaps, this is the oldest army in the world, with an average age of over fifty-five. However, despite this, they are not afraid of others around them.
Power, holding a gun in hand and living tenaciously here.
Although the 38th Army made a lot of money from growing opium, it spent a lot of money in fierce battles with the Burmese government troops and other forces for many years. Most of the money was used to buy guns and ammunition. As a result, the life of these veterans was very difficult, almost
Meat can only be eaten once a month, and most of the soldiers wear shabby military uniforms with patches on top of each other, which makes people sad to see.
However, these veterans have an optimistic side. Every night, some veterans gather in the open space. Some play the flute, some beat the big drum, and some sing Henan opera, Hebei Bangzi, or Northeast Errenzhuan to entertain themselves.
However, when fierce gunfire rang out again in the Golden Triangle, they knew that their comfortable days were over!