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Chapter 6o9 Won Dignity At night, the artillery had just fallen asleep in a daze, and at this time, he felt someone around him, and as soon as he opened his eyes, he saw a man with a bare ass facing him. The cannon was just about to get up, and I don't know who took a quilt and covered his head at once. The head of the cannon was covered with death, but he was still able to breathe faintly, so that he would not suffocate.

In the dark, the artillery felt that his hands and feet were pressed by people, and he wanted to struggle, but he couldn't move at all, his arms and thighs were firmly pressed by people, and the artillery passed, which was definitely not one or two people, but a group of people.

At mealtime, the gang of people who beat the artillery came again, and this time they played more fiercely, while the artillery was sleeping, they caught this kid at once, and then pulled out the clothes of the artillery with three strikes and five divided by two. One of them found a broom and stuck it into the artillery!

The cannon roared in pain, but because his head was covered by the quilt, no matter how much he yelled, it would not be heard by outsiders. The cannon felt a burning pain in his nose, and he could even feel blood coming out.

Several men pressed the cannon a few times, then let go of their hands.

The quilt was taken away, and a few ** swayed to sleep. The artillery was lying on the ground, curled up, feeling that his buttocks were stuffed with wood chips, and this painful feeling was unbearable, and he couldn't even move.

All night, he huddled in the cold ground, not even moving. During the day, the prisoners of the prison were woken up and were going to work, and a few people looked at the artillery and said with a smile: "Cao, I can't stand it when I first arrive here, and in the future, there will be your boy to suffer!" ”

Although the artillery's buttocks were wounded, he also had to participate in the labor. A group of prisoners and prisoner vans pulled closer to the construction site. It is a large stone factory, and their job is very simple, that is, they take an iron hammer, break up large stones, and then, carry the stones on their backs in baskets, and transport them to the designated location.

The stone factory is surrounded by prison guards, all of whom are loaded with ammunition, and there are lookouts all around, and on the lookouts, there are also prison guards, holding binoculars, observing every move in the construction site.

Of course, the main thing they observed was to prevent the prisoners from escaping, and if there was a small conflict between the prisoners and the prisoners in the factory, no one would care about them.

The artillery held a hammer to dig a large boulder, and with such force, he felt that his buttocks hurt, and when he looked down, his crotch began to bleed again.

It's been the third day of work at the construction site, and on this day, the weather is clear, the artillery is still digging big rocks, and the buttocks still hurt, but there will be no bleeding. It is estimated that the wound below is almost healed, and the artillery, which has not defecated for three days, can't hold it back and wants to go to the latrine.

I asked the prison guards for leave and ran into the rudimentary latrine in the stone factory. The smell inside was noisy, and inside the pit, there were white maggots wriggling.

He crouched down, and the stench was stinking, and there were traces of urine everywhere on the concrete floor, and there was even dry stool that was gnawing on it with maggots.

The artillery was a little harder, it still hurt a little, but it was much better than the previous days. Just when the artillery was squatting in the pit and preparing to defecate, at this time, a group of prisoners ran in again, one of the prisoners was carrying a stick in his hand, and the stick was picked on the body of the artillery, and the artillery did not squat steadily, and even almost fell into the urinal next to it.

A few prisoners rushed up and kicked at the artillery, one of the artillery's legs was already tightly wrapped in the pit, and the others were ready to continue to kick the cannon into the pit.

The cannon was holding one of them by the thigh, thinking to himself that if he went in, he would have to drag one of them in. But the more he hugged him, the more ferocious the other gang's gang of prisoners beaten.

The artillery is a strong temper, firmly hugging the man's thighs, even if one of his feet has sunk into the pit, when the gate is opened, his hand still does not let go, the artillery itself knows that if he loosens it now, his whole body will have to fall into the pit, holding this person, he will not be stuffed into this group of people all over his body.

In fact, it is more painful to be beaten than falling into a pit. Falling into the pit is nothing more than a filth all over his body, but it is indeed a humiliation of dignity, the artillery is the kind of person who wants to save face, even if he is kicked to death by these people now, he will never let go and compromise.

I was surrounded by a group of people and beaten for a long time, until the prison guards on the tower saw the scene in the toilet (the pit has no roof, so the prison guards on the tower had already seen the fighting inside), and the prison guards notified the prison guards below with a walkie-talkie and asked them to go to the toilet to stop it. By the time several prison guards ran into the toilet, the artillery's knees were already in the pit.

"Don't fight, don't fight, stop it, go out, what should you do!" The prison guard came in and shouted with a slashing face.

When a group of prisoners saw that the prison guards were coming, they stopped beating and left in a huff. Only the man who was held by the artillery on the thigh was still standing in place, unable to walk if he wanted to, the artillery was too dead, no matter how he kicked the artillery in the face, the face of the kicked artillery was bruised and bloody, but the artillery still did not let go. Until now, the other prisoners have been driven away, and the artillery is still holding this person's thigh, at this time, the artillery is already a little unclear, and he was surrounded by a group of people and kicked in the face for about ten minutes, no one can stand it, and the artillery can't stand this kind of strength no matter how much it is beaten.

"you go!" The man holding his thigh shouted and continued to kick the cannon on the head.

The prison guard walked in, looked at the cannon like this, and felt that this kid was quite miserable. A few prison guards were kind, and together the cannon was dragged out of the pit, and the cannon lay on the ground, panting, unable to speak, his whole face was swollen like a pig's head, and his lips wanted two ham sausages hanging on his face.

Although the artillery looked very wolf at that time, it made several prison guards unable to laugh, it was too miserable, especially when they saw the artillery coughing twice and spit out a back molar, the prison guards couldn't stand it. One of the prison guards grabbed the boy who was being held by the artillery, picked up the baton and slammed it into the face of the unlucky man, and slammed the boy three times, and the kid was blinded, and he fell next to the cannon with blood in his mouth, and the cannon looked at the man with half-open eyes, and smiled, although he couldn't show it on his face, but he laughed in his heart.

This is a triumphant laugh, although he was beaten for ten minutes and was beaten badly, but he won his dignity!