I want to be a good person

Are traitors afraid of revenge?

afraid.

I was extremely scared.

After robbing other people's things, the hunter had his hands tied with hemp ropes and tied to a cart, following step by step.

The tears in my eyes flowed silently. I looked back from time to time. That was where my parents were.

Desperate.

As he was walking, the hunter suddenly felt something on his mind and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

"call"

Zhang Aiguo hurriedly grabbed the mule and stopped the car.

The five traitors in the car were fat and strong. Proportionately, they were even bigger than mules.

"Don't stop, keep walking and let him stand up on his own."

The traitors laughed and joked, and would not let Zhang Aiguo go forward to help him up.

There are sores on the top of the head and pus on the soles of the feet. I can't keep him here.

If we let them go, who knows how many more people will suffer and how many families will be broken up.

This is a compatriot and a fellow villager, yet he is so heartless.

"Ugh!"

"Why are you sighing? Hurry up and leave!"

"How about asking the two drivers to switch?"

"good idea."

Why didn't they drown him in a chamber pot after he was born if they wanted to torture people for fun?

They are just a bunch of trouble.

Death was imminent, and still unknowingly, two traitors jumped down from the left and right, reaching out to grab Zhang Aiguo.

The hunter's eyes were full of stubbornness, and he must be filled with hatred.

I didn't provoke anyone, why did it end up like this?

The traitor's smile froze, and he touched something cold.

He looked like a thief who had touched a policeman's gun while stealing, and his expression was extremely embarrassed.

"Xu Chazi, why are you standing there? Hurry up."

"Well"

The traitor named Xu Chazi opened his mouth but couldn't say anything. He smelled a foul odor and had wet his pants.

Damn it, you’re so old, but you still wet your pants. I haven’t wet my pants since I was six years old.

The contemptuous look made the traitor's legs go weak and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"Hey, what's wrong? If you want to kowtow, kowtow to me."

"me"

Both hands are raised high, arms are bent and parallel, at right angles to the palms, and the movements are uniform and very precise.

"Good man, no, spare me, Master Ba. I have sent a message through the wind. According to your words, I am someone who can be united and won over. I can see everything clearly."

The 18th Route Army of the National Revolutionary Army.

"I am in the 88th Army, an army dedicated to making money."

The user was still lying on the ground, confused, and didn't get up.

Just lie down where you fell?

"Boy, why don't you get up? Are you really waiting to send you to dig coal?"

I saw the other party took a deep breath and broke the hemp rope with force.

Good Kung Fu.

Zhang Aiguo was greatly enlightened. He realized that there were many masters among the people, but the skills were lost later. Practicing martial arts was too hard and did not make any money.

Real masters would tie them up with wet hemp rope or cowhide.

The traitors did not resist. When you reason with them, they become obedient lambs and no longer man-eating hounds.

The guns were taken off along with their holsters. They were all box-type guns with few spare bullets.

I just received the tax money, and the currency is so mixed.

Gold coin, gold pocket watch.

Looking around the field, there was no one else and the breeze was cool.

"Take off your clothes."

"Sir, we are family."

"Who the hell is your family? Take it off!"

A short-handled shovel was taken out from the mule cart and thrown in front of the two men. This scene was very familiar and had been done countless times.

The traitors looked at each other in private and were about to take action.

"Are you trying to bet that I won't shoot, or is there no bullet in the gun?"

The mocking words were spoken suddenly, like a thunderclap exploding in the sea of ​​​​heart, shattering the courage that had just been gathered.

How did he know?

In a trance, I couldn't help but reach out and pick up the shovel.

The digging was stiff and numb. The soil was a little hard, but I still sweated even though I was naked.

"Keep digging!"

The young hunter stared at it, and then realized what Zhang Aiguo was going to do.

The Japanese devils and traitors caused a lot of trouble to people.

Shooting and killing is the happiest thing, and just wanting to die quickly is a luxury.

When people were buried in the ground and the soil reached their chests, they had difficulty breathing and groaned in pain. The Japanese called them "listening to the radio."

The various torture methods are unimaginable for normal people. In contrast, Judas is still very happy under De San's care.

It’s a pity that they have controlled public opinion and turned themselves from accomplices into victims of weakness, while the real weak have never had a status and no one speaks for them.

Running in the snow and ice makes people sweat. They strip off their clothes and lie on the ice. When they are frozen solid, they are pulled up and blood is dripping.

Or just pour cold water on people, regardless of gender, age or youth...

He couldn't think any further. The hideousness on his face became more and more terrifying. At this moment, Zhang Aiguo felt like he was possessed by a demon.

"Brother, brother!"

The hunter called Zhang Aiguo with some fear.

"Well, what happened?"

When he came to his senses, the expression on his face receded like the tide and became expressionless.

"Brother, the pit is ready."

The hunter's hands were shaking as he held the gun. He had killed countless animals but had never killed a human.

Fortunately, he was there to suppress the traitors' eagerness to act.

"Come on, jump down first. If you don't want to work, you can enjoy it for free."

There are four pits on the ground, and one extra person.

Does it mean that one person can survive?

No one said anything, but I always had hope, and the mentality of relying on luck was irresistible.

How can there be any fairness under the muzzle of a gun?

Die a pit for each traitor, leaving one behind to fill it up.

When the dirt reached his chest, he let out a miserable groaning sound.

"Go, eat some meat, your son needs something delicious."

It was enough for the traitors to experience the fear of a life worse than death, and the young hunter couldn't bear to do it.

"Go ahead. They have lost their humanity and are no different from animals. You have helped them to be freed and no longer suffer. They will thank you."

"But they are human!"

"We are just animals that walk upright. The bestiality of humans is more terrifying than that of animals."

Still hesitant to do it.

"Think about what happened to you. Your fur was stolen and you were captured. Your parents definitely don't know where you went. If you spend money to find someone, they will blackmail you and squeeze you dry. How can you survive?"

Anger filled the hunter's eyes.

Zhang Aiguo decided to add fuel to the fire.

"Once you are sent to dig coal, you will have nothing to eat and nothing to wear. In the end, you will die without a burial place and be thrown into a mass grave. This is a deep hatred, and your hatred will naturally be avenged by you."

He raised his head and glanced at her with a look of disdain.

As if to say, are you still a man?

"ah!"

"Pfft!"

The dagger pierced his neck, and the blood increased in pressure, spurting out, making his face covered in blood.

"Ah! Ah!"

Pulling it out and plugging it in continuously for five seconds is a real man's job.

"That's enough, dead."

Zhang Aiguo patted his shoulder and comforted him.

"vomit"

Human blood stinks more than animal blood.

Vomit fell on the dead man's head.

Don't even try to avoid it, you silly child.

Don't persuade others to be kind to others without suffering.

"Cover it up, it's too tragic."

The traitor leader seemed to be frightened and did his work mechanically, repeating the same words in his mind.

A cat cries over a mouse, which is false compassion.