Swallowing the Seas

Chapter 69

"......help......"

"......help!"

"Save us--"

The sky was illuminated by strong light the next second.

Boom - boom -!

Trees were broken, soil slopes were flattened, and silent explosions rushed in all directions. The body parts and broken bones in camouflage uniforms, accompanied by the rain of blood, pattered down in the woods outside the village, as if there had been a downpour.

A child stood there in a daze, looking up at the black smoky sky. A few drops of liquid fell from the sky and splashed onto his face, slowly dripping with rusty and sticky blood.

The smoke gradually dissipated, and the fields soaked with blood became darker and filled with swaying poppies. The child looked back blankly. Not far away, he saw villagers carrying a stretcher and walking hard on the mountain road. Everyone was in ragged clothes, with numbness and fear on their familiar faces. On the stretcher was a blood-stained man in camouflage uniforms. The wounded man, who was dying, glanced over inadvertently and fell on the child's black and white eyes.

Like lightning flashing through his mind, the child realized what happened next, and was suddenly overwhelmed by extreme panic--

Put him down quickly!

You can't save him, you can't save him at all -!

But he couldn't cry out, all the crying was locked in that little body. He could only try his best to follow the crowd with his short legs. As he ran, he saw the man on the stretcher trying to lift himself up, looking at him through the crowd with his cloudy eyes, and then slowly opening and closing his mouth, with a large purple strand. Black blood kept pouring out of his mouth.

The child stood still, his trembling pupils reflected every movement of the man's mouth, and he asked:

"--Don't you want to avenge me?"

The rusty wind blows through the woods, and a large pot is burning in the open space. After the steam is rising, every villager's face is crying in despair. The child stood under the tree and couldn't remember how many rounds he had vomited. He gritted his teeth and endured the severe pain in his internal organs, desperately reaching out to reach the blood-soaked camouflage uniform on the branch of the tree, trying to reach it. He came down and took it into his arms, wanting to unfold it and wear it on his body.

--He once wanted it so much. All the painful endurance and wandering ups and downs in this life were just to get that tattered and worthless piece of clothing.

But he really couldn't reach it. No matter how hard he tried to stand up on tiptoes, his skinny fingertips were still just a tiny bit short.

Tiny cries came and went in the wind, swept up into the gray sky, and the ghosts of injustice lingered in this land for a long time. He heard the whimpering through the poppy fields in the distance, through the boiling turbid steam on the cauldron, through the rugged tree branches stained with blood in camouflage uniforms; he heard the sad voice over and over again. But he had no choice but to ask: "Don't you want to avenge me?"

Do you forget it?

The fire crackled and burned the wooden beams, illuminating two motionless figures in the pool of blood. Scolding, yelling, and chaotic footsteps came from outside the house. Bundles of car lights swayed in the dark, and were immediately hidden behind the exploding firelight.

"Dad, Mom..." The smaller child in the child's arms was twitching all over. He could only forcefully put his palm into the child's mouth, using this action in vain to prevent him from crying: "Mom... ...my mom......"