God vs. Lone Star, you and I are a pair

There was a clever child in the village who took advantage of the sleeping Japanese and only about ten people to guard him. He found an opportunity to escape. However, he ran into another Japanese who was peeing not far away. The sound of gunshots woke up the others. Japanese army.

The drunken leader, who was woken up and was very angry, took a bayonet and stabbed the children randomly. The old people screamed in panic, and the children's screams of fear tore apart the temporary peace that existed 100 years ago. small southern village at night.

Like the other women, she looked out of the house worriedly.

The man who had just raped them raised his bayonet. The blood of their children or siblings was on the knife. The women rushed out of the house relying on instinct.

The soldiers outside obviously heard the chaos inside and shouted angrily.

"Don't move. If you move again, I'll kill all these little beasts." The man with a local accent translated.

The village chief clasped his hands together, knelt down, and kept praying, but was ruthlessly kicked away by a pair of military boots.

"You are a pig who doesn't know how to lift." The leader cursed angrily, and stabbed a child of about three or four years old in the crowd with the bayonet on the front of the rifle in his hand. The child screamed, and the grandmother who was protecting the child fainted on the spot. He lifted the child up. The other Japanese laughed and started clapping.

Others followed suit, thrusting their bayonets into the little bodies and raising them.

Her eyes were fixed on the direction of her daughter, but the bayonet still stabbed her mercilessly. Ping'er was almost 9 years old. Although she was always undernourished when she was young and was smaller than other children of the same age, the bayonet could not kill her easily. The weight of the pick up was light.

The soldier did not provoke Ping'er, but became angry and stabbed her a second time and a third time. She screamed heartbreakingly and rushed out, but was stopped in the house. The cries of the villagers were mixed with the laughter of these beasts, and she couldn't even hear her daughter's voice clearly, but judging from the shape of her mouth, her daughter was calling her mother.

These beasts deserve to die. How could they be so cruel and do this to her Ping'er.

Ping'er's mouth was dripping with blood, and her eyes were fixedly looking in her direction.

She suddenly wailed, the sound was shrill, and she felt that her body was suddenly filled with a kind of power, just like the rainy night when she brought back the body of her third daughter from the baby tower, and she stood up.

The originally quiet and hot night suddenly started to get windy. The women around her who usually looked down on her pulled her to sit down. Those beasts raised their guns at her and yelled something. However, the bullet did not hit her.

She looked at Ping'er, her small body lying on the ground unable to move.

"Ping'er." Her sharp voice made everyone present cover their ears.

"Ah ah ah ah." Her eyes had turned blood red and she shouted loudly.

Everyone began to cover their ears with their hands, without exception. They could no longer pick up their guns because the sound waves she emitted were constantly attacking their eardrums and heads.

She walked in the direction of Ping'er. She could feel that there was a force slowly gathering towards her from the direction of the baby tower. There was an impulse and ability to destroy everything in her body.

She finally hugged Ping'er. Ping'er was already dead after being stabbed several times. Now she struggled to raise her hand and touched her mother's face, smiling gently at her.

She held her daughter in her arms, and the blood redness in her eyes slowly receded. The person who was covering her head slowly came to her senses, and the surrounding villagers slowly moved away with her as the center of the circle.

"Ping'er." Ping'er finally closed her eyes in her arms. She hugged her daughter's upper body and thought of the little soft ball she had just come into this world. She also thought of the three and Her daughter, whom she was destined to have for less than a month, screamed sharply again.

"Xiu Niang, stop."

"Xiu Niang, you are crazy."

"Xiu Niang, Xiu Niang."

There were roars in a language she didn't understand, but she didn't care at all. Holding her daughter in her arms, she screamed at the sky.

Why should we live in this era?

Why can’t we even get the simplest happiness?

Why did the children she loved most die before her?

When she woke up, she found that the whole village was full of dead people, familiar and unfamiliar, old and young, all the same corpses.