Polluted Fountain
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"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.
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.
"Aiya..." The farmer's scream, forced out from his lungs, was interrupted by the loud sound of water, and as I ran over to him, I saw the farmer's figure writhing in pain at the bottom of the well, darkened by the faint light that filtered in.
"Okay, in that case, I'll drop two at once. Got it, one, two, three." With an image of the farmer's head splitting open, coughing up blood and sinking, I threw the stone down with all my might. The two stones, mixed with dirt, met back and forth and smashed the farmer's shoulder hard. Oink... There was a dull sound, a splash of water, and the farmer's body was out of sight for a moment, but then his head popped out.
His body was on the verge of collapsing, but he managed to support himself against the wall and look up, his face filled with boundless resentment. His pale face flashed with fear and agitation, making me unbearably anxious.
"It's still moving. What a bold guy," I thought, getting excited as I threw the bait fifteen or six times. Then there was a strange sound, and then, "Um," a scream broke out over the sound of the water, and the farmer's body disappeared into the water.
"Hahaha, so you've finally done it! People are surprisingly trivial after all..." I heard the satisfied voice of the company commander as he peered at me and sneered, and I felt elated, thinking, "Ah, I've finally become a full-fledged officer," so I kicked the straw sandals that were rolling at my feet into the well with all my might, thinking, "You bastard, join me in death."
"Okay, in that case, I'll drop two at once. Got it, one, two, three." With an image of the farmer's head splitting open, coughing up blood and sinking, I threw the stone down with all my might. The two stones, mixed with dirt, met back and forth and smashed the farmer's shoulder hard. Oink... There was a dull sound, a splash of water, and the farmer's body was out of sight for a moment, but then his head popped out.
His body was on the verge of collapsing, but he managed to support himself against the wall and look up, his face filled with boundless resentment. His pale face flashed with fear and agitation, making me unbearably anxious.
"It's still moving. What a bold guy," I thought, getting excited as I threw the bait fifteen or six times. Then there was a strange sound, and then, "Um," a scream broke out over the sound of the water, and the farmer's body disappeared into the water.
"Hahaha, so you've finally done it! People are surprisingly trivial after all..." I heard the satisfied voice of the company commander as he peered at me and sneered, and I felt elated, thinking, "Ah, I've finally become a full-fledged officer," so I kicked the straw sandals that were rolling at my feet into the well with all my might, thinking, "You bastard, join me in death."
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.
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