"Ahhhh!"
After following the team for a long time, he had left the bayonet and rifle in the previous enemy, Shanghai Si waved a machete he picked up from the battlefield and slashed hard in the crowd. He was never a fighting master, but years of war had already created a warrior with killing instinct. This wide-blade machete was full of wind in his hands, constantly splitting the shriveled bodies of the cultists and cutting off their ugly heads.
He was surrounded by corpses, enemies, and comrades, and most of them fought to death with bayonets. He was covered in blood and had a bloody eye, like a bloody god of war. When he cut off a man's arm, another attempted to attack from the right side, but he used his knife to jail the rifle and bayonet.
Hayes stared at the enemy in front of him with breath. When the tattooed face opposite him met the one-eyed, he seemed to have lost his courage. He put away his rifle and turned around and ran. Hayes rushed up and raised his machete, directly splitting the opponent's head from behind.
Now, Hayes seemed to be really bored and fell to his knees on the ground, panting with a knife.
"Hays! Hayes!"
He pressed his shoulder with one hand, and Hayes turned his head and saw that it was the political commissar Ai. He didn't know where the other party's hat was going. There was a gun hole on the left shoulder of the coat, and his body was covered in blood.
"Are you okay? Let's go! I'll take you there-"
Before he finished speaking, a shuttle bullets directly blew up half of the political commissar's head, and his brains splashed Hayes's face...
Then there was a violent roar, and the explosion overturned Hayes and the political commissar's bodies, and then his world slowly fell into darkness.
I don't know how long he woke up in the smell of darkness and soil.
Hayes opened his eyes and looked up to see a long and narrow rectangular cold gray sky above his head, with black earth walls on all sides. When he tried to stand up, he found that his limbs could not answer him, and he could not move, accepting the fact that he was paralyzed with a strange sense of transcendence and calm obedience.
Suddenly, he saw four ragged figures suddenly appearing and looking down at him.
They wore shabby robes, had sickles, shovels, hoes, and the lingering breath made Hayes feel uneasy.
"He is a hero."
The first body holding a sickle hissed:
"Heroic death, death is at its best. If he could be more cruel, he might be able to survive."
"He is a fragile body."
Another figure holding a shovel then made a sound, like a corrupt corpse gasping for breath in the air-spreading throat.
"Struggling to survive is worthy of praise. If his desire to survive is stronger, he may be able to survive."
"He is an idiot, and he dies for a goal that he cannot understand. If he can understand real knowledge, he will not be involved."
The third person almost just mocked, with a creepy snicker
"He died with pain, but could not enjoy it, it was so sad."
The fourth one looks like a woman or a man.
Suddenly, the rustling sound of the torn clothes, like the flapping of the black wings of a crow, four figures disappeared from his sight, and Hayes felt that the previous calm was replaced by a sudden premonition of fear.
Something wasn't right here, they spoke like he was dead.
Are they blind? Can't they see themselves still alive?
He was going to speak, and to call them back loudly, and rescue him from the strange pit where he found himself lying, but he couldn't speak, his mouth and tongue were as paralyzed as the rest of his body.
Immediately afterwards, Hayes heard a scratching sound, as if the shovel was pushed into the mound somewhere. He knew that his terrible premonition just now was about to become a reality.
He was actually lying in the grave!
Just as Hayes was strangled by fear, he suddenly felt something moving around him. He found that his head could be turned, but the moment he turned around, he almost screamed, and there was another "corpse" lying beside him.
The other party was already wrapped in a shroud, as if it were a mummy, with only one head exposed - or half.
The part above the head and nose of the corpse is gone, and the burnt tissue can be seen. When Hayes noticed the exposed collar of the political commissar, he immediately realized who the corpse was.
Suddenly, the other party turned his head and opened his mouth in a terrifying way.
"Hays..."
The deceased yelled from the bloody teeth and the broken tongue. Although he had no eyes, Hayes could still feel the terrifying gaze of the deceased.
"Don't be afraid..."
"President Ai... you still..."
Hayes wanted to ask if the other party was okay, but he immediately realized that he was really stupid.
At this moment, the broken face squeezed out a smile.
"Sorry...I'm not a...competent...political commissar...I didn't lead...you...courage...victory...I'm too...coward..."
"Ah no, no, you are doing well, sir, everyone likes you very much. Uncle Hashett also said that you are a good political commissar, much better than those guys who only know how to point guns at soldiers' heads!"
"Thank you, Hays...you are all good people...I know...be afraid is definitely not...cowardly...you are all brave soldiers..."
Intermittently, Ai and Hayes said a lot. He entered Zhongsi Academy at the age of eight. It was a place full of glory and ideals, but also a place of depression and cruelty. From the first day of their enrollment, the instructor trained everyone like abusive, including but not limited to the extreme intensity training that makes people vomit blood. Only three hours of sleep is allowed for a week, soaking in cold water for 24 hours...
Many people can't hold on, but there is no sick leave, no rest, only death in Zhongsi Academy. That is a place where death is allowed to eliminate the weak.
Ai once had an older brother who was one year older than him, but one day he died and was hung in the air by a rope tied to the ceiling around his neck.
Suicide is a crime, and worse, it is also a manifestation of cowardice.
From then on, Ai silently endured everything. No matter how he beats, scolds and insults, he would never dare to say anything. He was afraid that he would become a "escape coward" like his brother, but he was still regarded as a coward by others...
"Sir Ai, you are a brave man. It is my honor to be able to die with you. I know you are not the kind of person who will refuse or escape from his duties. You are a truly competent political commissar, because you never use bullets but to inspire everyone with your actions and care. You have long been a part of this team."
Ayi smiled with a broken face, which was a real smile.
As the dirt fell on Hayes' face, he found himself out of sight, and then, as the fragments of the dirt dripped into his mouth and nostrils, he felt more dirt hit his body, and its weight slowly became increasingly unbearable, as the ruthless shovel shoveled the dirt again and again, shoveled into the grave by the invisible gravedigger.
Soon, his lungs were pressed by the mud pressing against his chest, and his mouth and nose were choked by the mud inside, and he could no longer breathe.
At this moment, a strange and empty voice said coldly:
Chapter completed!