On the muddy, damp ground knelt a row of people, each with an armed soldier behind them.
There were no imagined wails or pleas for mercy.
Most of them fell to their knees on their own, trembling all over, unable to even stand up, let alone rise.
They didn't have the strong belief to hold themselves upright before death.
He Jie patted his pocket, took out a shriveled cigarette pack, and his gaze naturally fell on Lao San in front of him, who was simultaneously taking out a cigarette and already had it in his mouth.
Seeing this, Lao San paused and, with a bitter smile, slapped the half-pack of cigarettes in his hand into He Jie's hand.
He Jie lit up happily and shouted loudly, "Fire!"
The dense gunfire rang out all at once, and the kneeling people fell in response.
But one remained unharmed, still kneeling on the ground.
