On the Seven Towers

Shi Hao stepped on the bloody dirt road and walked towards the first carriage. The ground around them was already covered with corpses. Most of these people had frightened or confused expressions on their faces. They didn't even know what they were encountering, and their lives were frozen at that moment. He also saw the bullet holes in the bodies of the dead, which were still bleeding out.

The dozen or so captives who were captured were kneeling on the ground not far away, all tied up, with bruises and swollen faces. Several cavalry soldiers were interrogating them for information. Once they hesitated, they were greeted by rifle butts and faces. Close contact.

Leo followed him and wiped the blood on the blade with a piece of cloth. "Three of our people were killed and five were injured. There are three middle-level people on the opposite side. Most of our casualties were caused by these few people. It’s already a good result.”

"I know." Shi Hao walked to the first carriage with a sullen face. When he pulled the door, he found that the door was locked from the inside. His hand gathered a vindictive fluorescence. He pulled hard and the entire door panel was lifted out by him. . After opening the car, there were three people lying in it. Their clothes were all of good quality, and they were dressed similar to the housekeeper. They all looked like important servants or assistants. One of the old men was shot in the forehead. He opened his mouth, looked up and fell on the chair. Another middle-aged man huddled up holding the blood on his chest and fell to the floor. Finally, a young man in his mid-twenties was shot in the neck and abdomen. He was seriously injured, but he was still alive. He was not even conscious. Already confused, when he saw Shi Hao coming, he repeatedly said in a very weak voice, "Save me, mom, save me."

Shi Hao looked at him for a few seconds, then pulled out the May 4th pistol from his waist and shot him in the temple.

As the gunfire rang out, blood spurted from the young man's head, his body tilted and he fell dead on the seat.

"These are not the real owners. I guess the Viscount and the others are in the second carriage." Leo said.

The door of the second carriage was obviously heavier than the door of the first carriage. Shi Hao pulled hard, and there was a body hanging on the removed door panel. It was a man in rich clothes, about thirty years old. He held the doorknob tightly until his death and pressed his body against the door, as if to block bullets with his body and protect the people behind him. There are many bullet holes on his body, but the wounds are relatively small. This is the typical performance of a fighting spirit warrior after being injured by a gunshot. The fatal wound was in his head, with two bullets entering his cheek and mouth.

"He should be a low-level warrior who blocked himself against the door to block bullets." Shi Hao said.

"What a man," Leo said.

Shi Hao looked into the car. There were three people in the car. One was a teenage girl in a skirt who was shot in the chest and fell on the chair. She didn't even have time to show too much pain before she died. Her beautiful face There was no blood color anymore, and a line of blood flowed down the corner of her lips. Her eyes were not closed yet, and she looked blankly in the direction of the door.

These eyes made Shi Hao feel very irritated. When he looked at her, a chill rose from the soles of his feet, making him very uncomfortable. He picked up a gauze scarf on the floor of the carriage and threw it on the girl's head.

On the seat opposite, a thirty-year-old woman was holding a little boy, huddled in a corner of the carriage. There was a large amount of blood on the back of the woman's head, and she must be dead, but the little boy she was protecting was His face was facing inward and motionless, and he could not tell whether he was alive or dead.

Shi Hao hesitated for a moment, then opened the woman's hand, revealing the side face of the boy. The boy was well protected and there was no blood on his body and face. Shi Hao's movement seemed to alarm him, and the boy's brows moved. After a moment, he was obviously not dead. He may have been frightened in the previous battle and passed out.

Shi Hao pulled the boy out of the woman's arms. He was seven or eight years old, with his eyes closed and his lips slightly open. He was very handsome.

Shi Hao's pull woke him up. The boy looked around confusedly and saw the bodies of his mother and sister. He seemed to be unable to understand what had happened. He tried to pull his mother's arm, but his mother fell down. He came down, revealing the wounds and large pools of blood on his back. He reached out and touched the blood on her back, stared at the bright red palm for a few seconds, and then screamed loudly.

Shi Hao wanted to pull him out of the car, but he started slapping Shi Hao's hands frantically. Shi Hao took a step forward and wanted to catch him, but he retreated to the corner, sat down on the ground, and started kicking around to prevent Shi Hao from getting close.

"This kid is quite energetic." Leo said from behind Shi Hao, "Captain, if that doesn't work, let me send him to reunite with his family. This kid is already a bit old, and it will be difficult to deal with him after he remembers things. I'll do it very neatly."

Shi Hao glared back: "Shut up."

Leo shrugged and said, "I just don't think we have time to deal with such a small thing."

Shi Hao ignored him, walked into the carriage and subdued the little boy, pressed him on the back of his neck, and a wisp of fighting spirit came out from his hand, knocking him out. Shi Hao took out the unconscious little boy and handed him to a soldier outside the carriage, saying, "Put him in jail with the prisoners."

At this time, the platoon leader of the first platoon of the cavalry company ran over: "Report to the regimental commander. Twelve prisoners were found in the cars behind, three of them were seriously injured and four were slightly injured. After preliminary questioning, most of them were viscounts. Subordinate officials, stewards, maids and the like.”

"How serious is the injury? Is there any hope?" Shi Hao asked.

"It can be saved in Hebend, but it's very difficult here."

Shi Hao said: "Send them on their way. Who told them that they have a bad fate? Tie up those who are fine or slightly injured, and push them to the open space behind the small slope together with the prisoners. Send a squad of soldiers to guard. If anyone escapes, kill them without mercy."

Leo waited for Shi Hao to deal with it and said: "Captain, although we have all learned how to treat prisoners, I still have to say that the rules of our army are too kind. These people are against us, so what if we kill them all?"

"Leo, do you think I hesitated in the battle? Did I dare not kill people? Did I shrink back because I was afraid of accidentally hurting ordinary people?" Shi Hao asked.

"That's not the case." Leo told the truth, "When you asked us to attack the convoy, you knew that many ordinary people in the convoy would be accidentally injured, but you didn't hesitate at all."

"How to face the enemy in battle and how to treat prisoners and civilians after the war, we have our own system. In battle, I must ensure that the life and death of our soldiers is the first priority, so we must do our best to attack the enemy. I can only feel regret for accidental injuries. But once the enemy lays down their weapons and they no longer pose a threat to our lives, we still kill them without hesitation, then we have degenerated into an army like a demon. We can't lose our bottom line and become such a monster."

"Such an army is not uncommon here." Leo looked at the prisoners who were slowly being gathered and said, "I'm afraid these people will cause trouble in the future."

Shi Hao smiled for the first time on the battlefield: "I heard Xiao Chen say: If our system can't even deal with these surrendered prisoners, then where do we get the confidence to change the world?"