As his vision gradually became clearer, Xin Junmao forgot who he was. He was dressed in bat fatigues and holding a simple knife, standing over corpses lying all over the place. Rivers of blood flowed everywhere, and he stood at the center of the torrent of blood and rotting corpses, living like a stranger.
He picked up the fallen military flag, walked like a zombie to the hill where countless corpses were piled up on the battlefield, raised the flag, climbed the pile of corpses and the sea of blood, and finally stood over the corpses of the army. enemy. The general on top of the mountain used his last strength to insert the heavy flag into the chest of the corpse of the enemy general, piercing the enemy's body and keeping the flag and the flag floating in the wind.
After doing all this, Xin Junmao collapsed onto the pile of corpses with satisfaction, and fell on the battlefield with the other corpses, as if he had melted into a part of the sea of blood.
But when Xin Junmao wakes up again, he finds himself trapped in a cold, dank dungeon, living in darkness and fear with simple, smelly underground animals.
The mice, cunning, cunning, greedy, cunning, crouched in the darkness and watched him, taking him as their prey. They will wait every minute for him to lose consciousness again, and then some cowardly and cunning rat will see the opportunity and e out and gnaw him. The meal enjoyed her slim body.
He was captured by enemy generals and subjected to harsh torture day and night. He was always acpanied by fear, made friends with the cold and kissed death intimately.
He was released for an unknown number of years.
The battle was over, and his life was in danger, but friendly forces saved him.
After hundreds of trips from hell to hell, he has lost the positive attitude he once had. Time and torture prevented him from emerging. He became an ugly looking derelict, a freak who was despised and feared on the streets.
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