Iron Bull Legend

The men were forced to force out a hypocritical smile on their faces. It was so forced and stiff, even stiffer than the face of the stubborn donkey at home. Their smiles were not much better than crying. However, they had no choice but to force out such humility to please the powerful.

They had to do so, because their children and parents at home were all behind them, and they were the only ones holding up the front with their frail little bodies. Although they could not protect them from the wind and rain, they could help shield their loved ones from the bloody sight of the killing.

Preventing them from going to another world in fear, this is what the men or husbands of the women here can do, the only meager ability they have to protect their families.

They have experienced such scenes countless times over the years, and after several generations of suffering, they know that their homeland has been suppressed by these bandits and hegemons. In their hearts, they have hatred and resistance, helplessness and tears.

Without planes and cannons and without enough food to fill their stomachs, they have been living under such oppression for generations, which has made them numb. What is numb is not only their slow and thin bodies, but also their minds and their imprisoned nerves.

Those tall and mighty two-legged beasts had already suppressed them ruthlessly, imprisoning their bodies, their hands and feet, their thoughts, and the desire in their eyes. Their hope became increasingly slim, and their spirits became empty.

These foreign invaders brought them nothing but endless suffering, physical punishment, beatings, and mental lashing, making them basically just shells existing in this world, turning them into walking corpses.

Years of repression, years of oppression, tired bodies, and frail bodies all indicate a fact, that is, their country is suffering from invasion and ravages by invaders, and their country is basically in a state of colonization.

They have thought about resisting and have had the experience of resisting, but countless resistances and struggles have made them feel tired and lost hope. Once people lose hope, they are like a donkey and can only endure.

They will tell their children to be patient, and it will pass when you grow up. Just do your job according to their instructions. Remember, never lose your temper, even if you are stubborn, it will be futile and unrealistic.

As an enslaved donkey, you must have the awareness of being a donkey, you must have the long-term ability to endure humiliation and bear heavy burdens, and the fine tradition passed down from generation to generation. Only if you are obedient and submissive, then you will have the possibility of being appreciated by the master, and the master will give you some moldy food.

If your master tells you to go east, you must never go west. If your master tells you to lie on the ground and they sit on your back, you should lie down obediently. When they sit comfortably on your back, leisurely travel around the mountains and rivers, and enjoy the fruits of the donkey's labor, the donkey has done what a slave should do.

However, the weather here changed, and the donkey's bad temper emerged again and grew, just like a grass seed in the soil, which would continue to grow stubbornly once you give it a little water.

The United States' overseas troops gradually approached the city, but before entering the city, they still had to enter the desert that the city had to go through, as well as a bumpy road, and everything that had to be experienced on this road.

The huge team left the towns and indigenous people and walked into the vast desert. Looking at the endless yellow sand, they felt the existence of endless crisis in their hearts.

Just as they were moving slowly forward in the desert, the team in front was suddenly attacked. No, they stepped on a mine buried on the desert road. It was a minefield, a minefield that made them numb. They didn't know who had set up such a minefield.

Triggering one mine will trigger the fuses of other mines, forming a chain reaction and causing a city-wide blast, just like the sound of firecrackers set off in cities during the Chinese New Year. The sound is deafening and dazzles the entire city, shocking the entire city and making the invading overseas troops of our beautiful country.

The sound of explosions echoed throughout the heart of the desert, suddenly waking up the overseas invaders from the beautiful country who were still leisurely enjoying the vastness of the desert. However, this was the desert's punishment for them, a ruthless whipping for their invasion.

Corpses were thrown into the air, and were blown into a bloody mess by the desert wind and the impact of the explosion. No bones were left. Even the better-off ones had broken bones and tendons, while the less seriously injured ones had lost an arm or a thigh, and had lost contact with their bodies and became strangers.

The blood dyed the sand red and slowly seeped into the sand. It was sucked by the parasitic ants underneath the sand and became nutrients, adding a bit of vitality and lonely embellishment to the endless yellow sand.

The marching team in front was suddenly attacked, causing the entire team to panic. The convoy and soldiers behind all fled to the surrounding areas. However, a strange scene happened again. The soldiers who had just jumped to the side of the road were suddenly blown away by landmines again.

The road in the entire desert became chaotic again, with explosions one after another. The loud noises made the entire convoy chaotic again. Even some commanders could not control the order on the scene because the explosions had made all the soldiers panic.

Amid the explosions, bodies were blown to pieces, leaving all the soldiers completely panicked and running around in panic. Explosions continued to sound, and the road, less than two kilometers long, and the area around it had become a living hell.

The pieces of bodies that had been blown to pieces were scattered everywhere, and the wailing of the soldiers who were not killed in the explosion brought noise to the silence of the desert, allowing the scorpions, insects, ants and a small snake unique to the desert to find food and pounce on them at the smell of blood.

"Fuck, fuck!" The commander standing on the road was completely stunned after controlling the scene. Such an attack was really hard for them to defend against. How could they have planned such a precise arrangement? It was as if they understood the thoughts of this group of American overseas troops and had a very accurate grasp of it.

Just when the troops in front of them encountered a sudden mine attack, a series of mine explosions in front directly shocked the entire marching team. Then, in order to avoid the sudden attack in an uncertain state, all the soldiers hid on the spot to observe the situation and triggered the booby trap again.

Obviously, this was a sumptuous meal specially prepared for the attacking troops of the United States. It made the commanders of the overseas troops of the United States lose their composure. Now, they had not encountered the enemy yet, and had not seen any trace of the enemy, but so many soldiers had been killed and injured all of a sudden.

Such scenes are being played out on different attack routes and in different locations. After all, there is definitely more than one attack route against Mesobudaggi. It is like a welcome feast specially prepared by Mesobudaggi for the people of the United States.

Let all the invaders know that a part of their manpower has been killed or injured before the war even starts, and they have left behind some of their marching equipment and are standing there waiting for instructions on how to attack. This is the real thought of all the commanders of several troops now, and it is also the real situation on the scene.

Because there are still equipment such as landmines waiting for them on the road ahead. Even if they want to bypass this section, there are deadly booby traps waiting for them in the desert. Even if they want to fly over this deadly section, they need such flying equipment.

The night gradually enveloped the gloomy sea of ​​sand, making the surviving soldiers regret coming here for vacation, because, in their minds, Upper Mesobudaghi is a tourist resort. Here, just looking at their cheeks with beautiful faces is an invincible business card, just like those man-eating sand crabs walking sideways in the sea of ​​sand.

However, it was these rumors that made them lose all their vigilance. As soon as they entered this mysterious country, they fell into death, which made them all tremble with fear. It was really too terrifying. Most of their manpower was lost without even seeing anyone.

All the land troops were completely blocked in the sea of ​​sand. The way forward was directly blocked. So, is there any way to retreat? The answer is that these people can figure it out even if they use their butts to think. Will the hunters let the prey enter the hunting ground as they wish? Will they let them escape?

The answer is no, because when they were thinking about returning to the landing point the next day, the returning vehicles had not traveled two or three kilometers before they were bombed back again, resulting in the loss of some personnel and vehicles, which made the commander so angry that he cursed and was furious.

Unable to move forward and encountering obstacles when retreating, all the remaining personnel could only wait for death in this small space, because even if the follow-up rescue troops arranged by the United States came up, it would take time, and all their supplies could only last for a few days.

In this cold desert area, they could only stare at the sky in a daze, and could only watch the wounded soldiers waiting for death in agony or losing their lives due to death. They watched death with their own eyes, and the fear attacked them with the night, making them feel that death was so close to them.

In the past, they often joked about other people's deaths while drinking champagne and chatting. Now, this incident allowed them to experience it themselves. God has its own way of dealing with things, and no one can escape punishment. They should also experience the methods they once used.

Let these arrogant American soldiers also feel the suffering and death that the war brings them, let them remember deeply the price and consequences of aggression in their hearts, and teach a deep lesson to the hegemony of the American government, let them know what pain and respect are.