“Cough..cough cough cough cough…”
Inside the farm, the old cook huddled under a tattered gray cloth, coughing while watching with his peripheral vision Vivian, who sneaked in from the door and sat back next to him.
"You're back?"
"Um."
Vivian nodded and raised the barrier again with the magic circle.
"The fire outside?"
"A friend of mine set it off, and it has been put out by someone."
As Vivian spoke, she wanted to reach into her arms to take out a cigarette, but when she thought that the smell of smoke might wake up the civilians around her who were about to fall asleep, she had to give up the idea.
"So you went out just now to save your friend?"
"I guess so." Vivian lay back down against the wall.
"Did you save him?"
"I saved him, but there's one thing I don't understand."
"What's the matter?"
"I don't understand why that guy would use a grenade to blow up his companion. Is he an undercover agent?"
Yes, that's right.
Vivian didn't even bother to smash the pursuing soldiers into pieces with one punch.
He recalled the scene in his mind. After he blew the tree away with one punch, he was planning to leave. However, the group of soldiers who flew away with the tree suddenly exploded after flying several hundred meters.
Seeing this, he was a little curious, so he quickly quickened his speed and moved to the scene. He just happened to see a very tall man, about three meters tall and very lean, who took out a dozen grenades from his arms, turned around and threw them at his companions, turning all of them into a bloody mess.
Then the tall and thin man didn't seem to notice Vivian's existence. After throwing the grenade, he smeared some blood on himself, then walked away quickly from the scene.
This made Vivian a little confused.
What exactly is going on with this person
Is he an undercover agent sent by his new government
Or did he have a grudge against the coalition forces, so he sneaked in and then found this opportunity to take revenge
He was a little confused.
Finally, after thinking for a while without any result, he closed his eyes and began to take a nap.
However, less than two hours after falling asleep, the farm gate was suddenly pushed open from the outside, and a large group of soldiers with torches walked in, shouting loudly: "Everyone stand up and line up for roll call!"
"What's wrong?"
"Roll call?"
"We suspect that there are murderers among you who killed our soldiers. Be honest and cooperate with the investigation!"
A soldier stood up and spoke loudly.
"The soldier's killer?"
"How is that possible..."
"How can we have the courage to kill people?"
"That's right. Besides, we have been sleeping in here the whole time and have never gone out. How can we kill anyone?"
Someone couldn't help but retort.
However, just as he finished speaking, he heard a gunshot. When everyone looked over there again, they saw that the man was lying in a pool of blood, completely silent.
The civilians standing around were all terrified. Although it was not the first time they saw someone being killed on the spot for going against the wishes of these guys, they still could not calm down the panic and anger in their hearts when they saw it again.
If only they had enough strength to resist.
If only...if only someone could come and rescue them.
Turning their heads away, unable to bear to look at the corpse on the ground, everyone once again chose to remain silent, keeping their mouths shut, not daring to make a single sound.
Seeing that his killing a chicken to scare the monkeys had worked, the soldier who fired the shot also showed a very satisfied smile, and then continued: "Anyone else, do you have anything else to refute?"
No one dared to speak anymore, not even to look at each other.
"Very good. Just now, more than 30 of our soldiers died in an explosion. We suspect that one of you did it. Do you have any objections?"
The scene was still silent.
"Go, search and see who has dangerous items on them, and drag them out for me."
"yes!"
The soldiers nodded in agreement and immediately stepped forward to begin the search.
After a while.
“Found it!”
"Report, this guy has a bomb!"
A soldier shouted.
The other soldiers around him immediately put their guns to the head of one of the civilians upon hearing this.
The civilian was about thirty years old, with many freckles on his face. At first glance, he looked very honest. But when he saw the black muzzle of the gun pointing at him, his legs went weak and he fell to his knees on the ground.
"No...it's not me. I don't have anything like that. It's really not me!"
There was a hint of crying in his voice, and he kowtowed to the ground frantically, trying to prove his innocence.
However, the soldiers who heard this immediately showed expressions of dissatisfaction.
"What do you mean? Are you trying to say that we wronged you?"
"No...no." The freckled man cried and said, "Please, please let me go. I have elderly people and children at home. I really don't want to die. I don't want to die..."
"Don't want to die? It's not up to you to decide whether to die or not."
The soldier stepped forward and patted the freckled man's face twice, then raised the homemade bomb in his hand and said, "Now the evidence is irrefutable. You will be hanged at the gate of Xiangning Town and executed tomorrow morning. Do you have any last words you want to say?"
Boom!
It was as if my mind was struck by lightning.
Hearing the word "execution", the freckled man stopped crying immediately. After being in a daze for about five or six seconds, the look on his face was suddenly replaced by ruthlessness. He then rushed forward, knocked down the soldier in front of him, and bit the other's ear.
"ah!
!”
Screams were heard immediately, and the soldier who was knocked down shouted, "Kill him quickly! Are you all just watching the show? Ah!
”
"But...but, didn't you say you want to catch him alive?"
The other soldiers around looked at each other in bewilderment for a while, but after seeing the miserable plight of their colleagues, they were forced to pick up their flintlock rifles and try to pull the trigger.
There is no way. If the "murderer" dies, we can replace him later, but if a person's ear is bitten off, we can't put it back.
However, just as the soldiers' fingers touched the trigger.
whoosh!
A figure flashed past quickly, and in the blink of an eye, he confiscated all the dozen guns in the soldiers' hands.
Inside the farm, everyone, including Vivian, looked in astonishment at the figure that appeared among the soldiers.
Yes, that's right..
The one who looted the gun was not Vivian, but the old man who was cooking with a hunched back and standing next to Vivian just now.