C1569 Execution Site

The gunfire stopped, the shelling thinned out, and one of the enemy translators shouted up the hill, and the thin syllables were instantly distorted by the mountain wind and scattered like fragments of metal on the ground. The translator said: "Han on the mountain, you can shoot, these are your comrades, they are waiting for you to kill them!"

Old Qin and I immediately raised our binoculars