Polluted Fountain

"No, I'm a farmer. I was just going home. Please forgive me." The farmer's face was white, and he tried to lean back. "You bastard, you're so bold. Tell me, tell me," Corporal K said, his whip whipping as if it was tearing flesh. Every time it shook the farmer, he put his hands on his head to endure it.

Surrounded by swords, whips, and dozens of ferocious eyes, in the midst of unbearable anxiety and unbearable pain, the farmer repeatedly slammed his head into the ground, saying, "I am a farmer. Please forgive me," while barely supporting his crumbling body with both hands. His eyes were filled with large tears...

"Smack... smack." The cruel whip didn't stop, but instead struck the farmer's body even more violently. He groaned softly, gritted his teeth, and his sun-tanned face was transformed into a horrible expression with blood, sweat and mud, and his fists were clenched like stone.

I found this scene incredibly amusing. I was smoking a cigarette amid the soldiers laughing out loud.

Japanese soldiers panicked at the sound of the rustling grass and the whip of a donkey chasing a horse, shouting, "It's the Eighth Route Army!" But as soon as they found themselves in front of the peaceful farmers, women, and children without a single bullet on their bodies, they immediately bared their fangs and jumped on them.

With a satisfied smile, Lieutenant Y shouted, "You bastard, drink some water!" and pushed the farmer into the well with all his might. This was his plan from the beginning.

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