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Chapter 57 We Are Willing to Surrender, Sir

Panic is contagious.

Especially in the face of powerful enemies who may deprive you of your right to life at any time, this kind of unknown fear will spread and spread one after another like a domino effect.

Human psychology is very strange. When the first person appeared to throw away his gun and kneel and surrender, these Americans who were hiding behind sandbags looked at each other, and the sense of resistance on their faces became weaker and weaker. ...

So under Xu Qing's eyes, more and more soldiers came out from the sandbags, threw their guns on the ground, and raised their hands and shouted surrender:

"Ghost, please don't kill me, I surrender too!"

"Yes, we surrender!"

"Come on, Roger, Locke, I'm done with this war for no reason, I don't want to die and go home for Christmas!"

"I don't do it anymore - I don't do it anymore, I miss the tomato sandwich my wife made for me!"

crackling.

At this moment, these American soldiers gave up one after another. Seeing that the people kneeling in front were not killed immediately, they also dropped their guns and ran out.

One by one knelt down, weeping and begging for mercy, cursing the damn war, and some even kowtowed.

But there was no response from the surrounding snow, nor any scene they wanted.

Among the soldiers kneeling here was a black soldier. He watched for a long time, but there was no mysterious ghost around him, and no weird bullets shot out.

He asked the companion next to him: "Roger, do you think this enemy will run out of bullets, or he was injured by us just now and dare not come out?"

"It shouldn't be, so many of our tank fires didn't hit him at all."

"Maybe that's the case! You see, we have the atomic bomb, and so many tank shells. He is not a ghost, just a person, and he is a yellow-skinned Chinese..."

"Shh, be careful, if you are heard, your life will be lost..."

"I don't believe it, don't try to lie to me!"

But the black soldier looked carefully at the signs of emptiness around him, gritted his teeth, and suddenly grabbed the submachine gun that had just been thrown on the ground, stood up and said:
"Hey, guys, don't stand around stupidly, just pick up our dick! Lieutenant Furdik is right, he's only one person, we're all willing to surrender, he didn't respond, maybe already We were wounded—he dared not come out again!"

"Lock, he was still attacking just now, and the lieutenant died under his gun..."

Some soldiers looked at his exaggerated and excited words, and hesitated. If they could not surrender, they would naturally not choose such a humiliating method.

Who doesn't want to stand upright?
"I'm fine!"

Locke picked up the submachine gun and shot a circle at the surrounding snow:
"Look, let me just say, what a ghost, he must be..."

boom!
But the next moment, a bullet hit his back vest, and before he could speak the second half of his sentence, his voice was dissipated in the wind.

"what!"

The dozen or so U.S. soldiers who had just had an idea were so frightened that they quickly lay down on the ground, raised their hands higher, and buried their heads lower.

"Wait—Mr. Ghost, we meant no offense!"

Seeing this, someone got up from the crowd and hurriedly shouted.

This is a middle-aged Caucasian man in the middle of the battlefield who still combs his long golden hair. He is about 40 to [-] years old and is well dressed.

Wearing the same American-style fitted military uniform, but with some white collars on the lining, and a cross necklace with a silver collar, he raised his hands and shouted:

"Please listen to me, Lord Phantom—we don't know your name yet. Are you Chinese? I was with the army during World War II and went to the Puppet Manchuria region of China to participate in the Anti-Japanese War. I know the customs of China. You will never It will be a butcher who kills innocent people indiscriminately! I always firmly believe that although we are both sides in the war, we can sit down and talk. According to international law, there are two remnants of our companies here who are willing to surrender. We will be your prisoners of war unconditionally Waiting for your disposal, and will never resist again!"

"My name is Quinlan, and I am a priest. I have lived in this cavalry team for more than a year. I know these young people. Some of them are poor boys who have just turned 19 years old, and some are composed of happy families. Before long, I even saw our young lads crying wives and daughters as they left the country...they were not wrong, it was the politicians who sat in the Pentagon and the White House and gave orders for this war!"

"Lord, they are nothing more than following the orders of their superiors. In my opinion, this war is not so righteous. We know it, but there is no other way but to follow the military orders of the Ministry of Defense, but we have no intention Fight against you East, Mister Ghost, I beg you to let us live!"

Xu Qing has actually been observing.

His lack of response does not mean that he connives at the enemy's actions.

Just aiming at them with a gun, he was also slightly hesitating in his heart about the two ends of the moral balance.This hesitation is not sympathy or pity, nor is it a so-called Madonna attack.

He didn't care much about the priest's benevolence, morality, and humanitarianism.

From the beginning, after his first bullet was fired from the muzzle, almost every two bullets on average must take away an enemy.

There are no innocent souls under his gun, nor does he let go of a worthy enemy.

At this moment, he can completely launch the remaining rocket directly, and the more than 100 people will be killed or injured in an instant.

And no one will know, all killings will be covered up in the wind and snow.

But to hesitate is to hesitate here...

Possibly a moment of joy.

But in the days to come, these unnecessary and unprovoked killings are likely to become nightmare memories deep in his heart.

All his fights and killings are for survival, for his comrades, for victory, and for a higher peace.

As a young man living in a peaceful age, it is impossible to massacre more than 100 people who put down their weapons alive without any influence and without changing their faces.

In doing so, how will he differ from those invaders, beheaders, and executioners?

Most importantly, preferential treatment of prisoners of war has always been a military discipline of our army.

Although the new China has not yet joined the "Geneva Convention", we have always had a good and glorious tradition of preferential treatment of prisoners.This tradition has been strictly enforced since the era of the Red Army and the Eighth Route Army. During the Anti-Japanese War and the War of Liberation, it became one of the important sources of our army's good reputation among the enemy and the broad masses of the people.

After entering the DPRK to fight, he heard more than once from Qianli and Lei Gong that the preferential treatment of prisoners had an unexpected effect on defeating the enemy on their battlefield.

Because when charging against the enemy, the soldiers of most countries are not like the new Chinese soldiers at this time, who can pay the price of their lives anytime, anywhere, sacrifice, and go all out.

Many of them will fight more bravely because of the opponent's cruel captive policy and do not want to be captured, and more people will weaken their will to fight because of the opponent's policy of preferential treatment of prisoners.

This is the so-called "surrender without fighting".

Preferential treatment of prisoners is beneficial to the outcome of the battle from the overall situation.

As a soldier and a soldier, regardless of personal factors, Xu Qing still respects such discipline.

In the communication tower valley before, when the soldiers who were wounded by his gun begged for mercy, he didn't want to let go, but he didn't choose to kill them directly.

That's why.

Xu Qing thought about it carefully and took a deep breath.

He decided to deal with these people in his own way - not ashamed of his own bottom line, but also worthy of those who sacrificed and shed blood.

He put the gun away. To prevent the sound from revealing his position, he ran with his body bent and his head bowed in the snow, letting the sound echo around and erratically:

"I can accept your surrender, but you must bind your hands and discard all weapons and equipment on your body, as well as everything that can be used as a weapon!"

"If you agree, do as I say - if anyone makes any changes, my bullet will appear in his head immediately!"

He ran fast, his English swaying in the snow, and he often said something in one position, and then appeared in the next position soon.After he finished speaking a few words, he quietly touched the jungle behind them.

"Is it my illusion, why does he appear in all directions?"

"It can't really be a ghost..."

"Is this true of all Easterners? Jesus is above, why should we be enemies with them?"

The American soldiers looked at each other in blank dismay, feeling even more mysterious and fearful about this unknown ghost.

They would never have imagined that even in such a cold and icy field, Xu Qing's speed was comparable to that of a [-]-meter athlete, and he was even better in terms of whole-body coordination and endurance.

Father Quinlan responded loudly:

"We do, we do!"

So he quickly organized, and at this time there was no lieutenant among the remaining more than 100 soldiers.

Under the command of Father Quinlan, they took off the grenades, tactical daggers, explosive packs, pistols, rifles, some weapon parts, and other things that could be used as weapons, and threw them into a pile. Small hills piled up on the ground.

Xu Qing panted slightly, staring at them closely, but if there was anything wrong, he would still shoot.

He will not easily let go of any behaviors and actions that are dangerous to his life and safety.

Fortunately, there is no danger, these Americans are relatively honest.Even those unfamiliar Korean wolves saw that their American fathers had surrendered, and all of them followed suit.

Even the whole scene had a joyful atmosphere. After throwing away their weapons, many American soldiers showed relaxed smiles on their faces, happily squatting on the ground, holding their heads in their hands.

Xu Qing looked at all this, a little funny, but also a little sigh.

To deal with powerful enemies, you must be more ruthless than them, and make them fearful, so that you can completely defeat them!

Under Xu Qing's gaze, Father Kunlan consciously asked everyone to undo their military uniforms, shake them off one by one, check and put down all the metal or suspicious objects, and only wore the cold-proof clothing on their bodies to keep warm.

Then he pulled up the fiber ropes that set up the tents, and he personally tied up the hands of all the soldiers one by one.

While tying, he explained loudly, lest it would cause misunderstanding: "Mr. Phantom, please rest assured, I promise in the name of the Lord, this rope is very strong!"

So under Xu Qing's watchful eyes, a string of American "grilled skewers" was connected by ropes, like human centipedes, all of them squatted on the flat ground with their heads in their hands.

"Mr. Ghost, we have done as you ordered! Please spare our lives!"

After finishing all this, Father Quinlan tied his hands.

But for a long time.

Xu Qing has not made any movement.

A young soldier who looked a little more lively had a little fear on his face, but he couldn't help muttering: "Mr. Phantom, why haven't you come out yet? We have already surrendered..."

"Hey, stop chattering. Didn't you see how that big-headed nigger in New York, Locke, died just now?"

His companion reminded him in a low voice.

And Xu Qing was watching this scene in the dark.

He didn't respond immediately, but was still observing patiently and carefully.

In the crowd, he saw that the wounded who had been carried to the rear were also carried over and placed on the ground with their hands tied. Among them, he saw the still-dead Captain Fields, who was seriously injured and unconscious on a stretcher.

He quietly aimed and glanced around the tent again, and looked around, but there were no changes or hidden enemies, so he slowly relaxed.

then.

Under the anxiety and trance mood of all the Americans, some soldiers suddenly found that less than 100 meters behind them, a piece of ground suddenly bulged in the snow.

"what is that……"

"Am I dazzled, the snowman is 'alive'?"

"Shut up, this is Mr. Ghost!"

"God, he's been so close to us, right under our noses..."

Under their stunned gaze, Xu Qing, wrapped in a white cloak, holding a rifle wrapped in a white cloth, wearing a mask, and dressed in a snowstorm, finally appeared and walked in front of them.

(End of this chapter)