Chapter 2145 The Falling Moon (Part 2)
“Yeah!”
After fighting with the team for a long time, Hayes had left the bayonet and rifle on the last enemy and waved them from the battlefield. He picked up a machete on the street and chopped hard in the crowd. He had never been a fighting master, but years of war had already created a warrior with a killing instinct. This broad-bladed machete was like a tiger in his hand, constantly Split the withered bodies of those cultists and chop off their ugly heads.
He was surrounded by corpses, those of the enemy and his comrades, most of whom had fought to death with bayonets. Covered in blood and with one of his eyes blurred, he looked like a bloody god of war. When one man's arm was cut off, the other tried to sneak attack from the right side, but his knife blocked the thrusting rifle and bayonet.
Hayes gasped and stared at the enemy in front of him. When the face full of tattoos on the opposite side met the one eye, he seemed to lose his courage in an instant. He put away his rifle and turned around to run. Hayes rushed forward and raised it high The machete directly split the opponent's head from the back.
At this time, Hayes seemed to have lost all energy. He knelt on the ground holding the knife and gasping for air.
"Hayes! Hayes!"
Pressing his shoulder with a hand, Hayes turned his head and saw that it was political commissar Ayi, whose hat had gone. There was a bullet hole in the left shoulder of the coat, and there was blood all over his body.
"Are you okay? Let's go! I'll take you to——"
Before he finished speaking, a bullet blew half of the political commissar's head off, and the brains splashed into Hayes A face...
Then there was a violent roar, and the explosion overturned the bodies of Hayes and the political commissar, and then his world slowly fell into darkness.
I don’t know how long it took, but he woke up in the darkness and the smell of earth.
Hayes opened his eyes and looked up to see a narrow rectangle of cold gray sky above his head, surrounded by black earth walls. When he tried to stand up, he found that his limbs could not answer him. , unable to move, he accepted the fact of his paralysis with a strange sense of detachment and quiet resignation.
Suddenly, he saw four bent, ragged figures suddenly appeared and looked down at him.
They were wearing shabby robes, with sickles, shovels, and hoes in their hands. The smell lingering on their bodies made Hayes feel uneasy.
"He is a hero."
The first figure holding a scythe hissed:
"He died heroically and deservedly died. If he could have been more cruel, he might have survived."
"He is a fragile body."
Another figure holding a shovel then spoke, like a rotting corpse gasping with its leaky throat.
"Struggling to survive deserves praise. If his desire to live is stronger, he may be able to survive."
"He is an idiot, dying for a goal that he cannot understand. If he can understand real knowledge , would not be involved."
The third person almost just mocked, with a creepy snicker
"He died with pain, but couldn't enjoy the pain, so sad. "
The fourth one looks like a woman and a man.
Suddenly, the rustling sound of tattered clothes was like the flapping of black wings of a crow, and the four figures disappeared from his sight. Hayes felt that the previous calm was replaced by a sudden fear of premonition.
Something is wrong here, they are talking like he is dead.
Are they blind? Can't they see that they are still alive? He wanted to speak, to shout for them to come back and rescue him from this strange pit in which he found himself lying, but he was speechless, his mouth and tongue as paralyzed as the rest of his body.
Immediately afterwards, Hayes heard a scratching sound, as if a shovel was being pushed into the mound somewhere, and he knew that his terrible premonition was about to become a reality.
He is actually lying in the grave!
Just when Hayes was choked by fear, he suddenly felt something moving around him. He found that he could turn his head, but the moment he turned around, he almost screamed. Another "corpse" lay.
The other party has been wrapped tightly in a shroud, like a mummy, with only one head - or half - exposed.
The head and nose of this corpse were gone, and the burnt tissue could be seen. When Hayes noticed the exposed political commissar collar, he immediately realized who this corpse was. .
Suddenly, the other party also turned his head and opened his mouth in a horrifying way.
"Hayes."
The whimpering sound of the deceased came from the blood-stained teeth and mutilated tongue. Although he had no eyes, Hayes could still feel the chilling gaze of the deceased.
"Don't be afraid."
"Sir Ayi, please do it"
Hayes wanted to ask the other party if he was okay, but he immediately realized that he was really stupid. .
At this time, a smile broke out on the broken face.
“I’m sorry that I’m not a competent political commissar. I didn’t lead you. I was too cowardly to win your courage.”
“Ah no, no, sir, you performed very well. Everyone is very good. I like you, and Uncle Hashet 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, Hayes. I know you are all good people! .Fear is by no means cowardice, you are all brave soldiers.”
Intermittently, Ayi and Hayes talked a lot. He entered Zhongsi Academy when he was eight years old, which was a place full of glory and ideals. But it is also a depressing and cruel place. From the first day they entered school, the instructors trained everyone as if they were tortured, including but not limited to extreme intensity training that made people vomit blood. They were only allowed to sleep for three hours for a week, and they were soaked in Stay in the cold water for 24 hours.
Many people can't hold on, but in Zhongsi Academy there is no sick leave, no rest, only death. It is a place where death is allowed to eliminate the weak.
Ayi once had a brother who was one year older than him, but one day, he died and was suspended in the air by a rope around his neck that was tied to the ceiling.
Suicide is a crime, and what’s worse, it’s a sign of cowardice.
From then on, Ayi endured everything silently. No matter how he was beaten, scolded or insulted, he would never dare to retaliate. He was afraid that like his brother, he would become an "escape coward", but he still Being regarded as a coward by others
"Sir Ayi, you are a brave man. It is my honor to die with you. I know that you are not the kind of person who refuses or evades responsibilities. You are a truly competent political commissar because you never use bullets but inspire everyone with your actions and care. You have already been part of this team.”
Ayi's broken face smiled, and it was a real smile.
As dirt fell on Hayes' face, he found he couldn't see, and then, as shards of dirt dripped into his mouth and nostrils, he felt more dirt hit him. The body, its weight slowly becomes more and more unbearable as the relentless shovels shovel earth again and again into the grave by the unseen gravedigger.
Soon, his lungs were suppressed by the earth pressing on his chest, his mouth and nose were choked by the earth inside, and he could no longer breathe.
At this time, a strange and hollow voice said indifferently:
"Dust returns to dust, and a life ends."
(End of this chapter)