Chapter 609 earns dignity

Night. The artillery has just fallen asleep in a daze. At this time. I felt someone around me. As soon as he opened his eyes. Saw a bare-ass guy facing him. The artillery was just about to get up. I don't know who took a quilt and covered his head all at once. The head of the cannon is covered with death. But. He was still able to breathe faintly. One will not suffocate to death.

In the dark. The artillery felt like his hands and feet were being pressed to death. I want to struggle. But it doesn't move at all. Arm. Thigh. They are all firmly pressed. Artillery in the past. It's certainly not one or two people. It's a bunch of people.

When sleeping. The guy who beat the artillery is here again. This time they played harder. Sleep while the artillery is in place. Catch this kid all at once. Then cover the head of the artillery tightly with a quilt. Immediately after. There's a guy who doesn't know where to find an iron rod. Shoot at the gun.

The artillery roared in pain. But. Because his head was covered by a quilt. So no matter how much he yells. will not be heard by outsiders. Artillery feels itself on the head. A hot pain in the back. I can even feel a bruise on my body.

A few men were beaten to death with their cannons. It's almost done. Stopped.

The quilt is removed. A few people swaggered to sleep. The artillery lies on the ground. Curled up. I feel pain all over my body. This painful sensation. It's unbearable. Even. I can't even move.

All night. He huddled all night on the icy ground. Didn't even move. Daytime time. Prison inmates are woken up. I'm going to work. A few people look at the artillery . Said with a smile: "Grass. I can't stand it just to this extent. Later. And what you kid suffered."

Although the body of the artillery was injured . But. Labor he is also obligatory. A gang of prisoners. The prisoner cart pulled closer to the construction site. It is a large stone factory. Their job is very simple. It's with a hammer. Smashed large pieces of stone. And then. Carry the stone on his back in a basket. Shipped to the designated location.

The stone factory is surrounded by prison guards. All of them are heavily loaded. And. There are lookouts all around. On the lookout. There are also prison guards. Holding a telescope. Observe every move inside the construction site.

Of course. Their main observation was to prevent the gang from escaping. A small conflict occurs between a group of prisoners and prisoners in a factory. No one will care about them.

The artillery with hammers cut large stones. Eh, this one is forceful. I feel like my ass hurts. Look down. I started bleeding from my crotch again.

It's been the third day of work at the construction site. this day. The weather is bright. The artillery is still digging large boulders. The butt will still hurt. But. There will be no bleeding anymore. It is estimated that the wound below is almost healed. The artillery, which had not pooped for three days, could not hold back. To go to the latrine.

I asked the prison guard for leave. I ran into the rudimentary latrine in the stone factory. It stinks inside. Inside the pit. There are also white maggots wriggling.

He crouched down. It stinks. On concrete floor. Traces of urine are everywhere. Even. And dry stools. It's gnawing on it with maggots.

The artillery is slightly harder. Still a little painful. But it's much better than the previous days. Just in the artillery squatting in the pit. When preparing for poop. At this time. A gang of prisoners came running in again. A prisoner carries a stick in his hand. A stick was slammed into the body of the artillery. The artillery did not squat. I almost fell into the urinal next to me.

Several prisoners rushed up. Towards the artillery is a kick. One of the legs of the artillery was already clenched in the pit. The rest of the men prepared and the artillery continued to kick into the pit.

The artillery was clutching one of them to the thigh. Thought. I went in on my own. You have to drag someone in. But the more he held it, the more he died. The more ferocious the other gang of prisoners beaten.

Artillery is a temper tantrum. Hold the man's thigh firmly. Even if one of your feet has sunk into the pit. Gate time. His hand still won't let go. The artillery itself knows . If it is now loosened. I'm going to fall into a puddle all over my body. Hold this person. I'm not going to be stuffed into this gang all over.

In fact. Compared to falling into a pit of. It hurts even more when you get beaten. Fall into a pit of. It's nothing more than filth all over your body. But. A real humiliation of dignity. Artillery is the kind of person who wants a lot of face. Even if he was kicked to death by these men now. Nor will it let go of compromises.

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 is unroofed. So the prison guards on the tower have long seen the fighting behavior inside).

The prison guard used the walkie-talkie to notify the prison guards below. Let them go inside the toilet to stop. When a couple of prison guards ran into the toilet. The artillery's knees are already in the pit.

"Stop fighting. Stop it. All stopped. Get out. What the hell to do, what to do." The prison guards come in. Shouted with a head and a face.

A group of prisoners saw the prison guards coming. I won't fight. All left in a huff. Only the man who was held in the thigh by artillery . Still standing in place. I can't walk if I want to. The artillery is too dead. No matter how much he kicked the artillery in the face. The kicked artillery had bruises and blood on its face. But. The artillery still does not let go. Until now. The other prisoners were driven away. The artillery was still holding the man's thigh. Artillery at this time. It's already a little bit even clear. I was surrounded by a group of people and kicked in the face for about ten minutes. No one can stand it. The artillery is carried again. I can't stand this kind of strength either.

"W-let go." The man holding his thigh shouted and continued to kick the cannon on the head.

The prison guard walked in. Look at the artillery like this. I also think this kid is quite miserable. A few prison guards were kind. Let's get the cannon out of the pit. The artillery lies on the ground. Panting. Speechless. The whole face is swollen like a pig's head. Lips want two ham sausages hanging on the face.

Though. The artillery looked very messy at that time. But. But it made several prison guards unable to laugh. It's miserable. Especially looking at the artillery coughing twice. Also spit out a posterior molar tooth. The prison guards can't stand it anymore. One of the prison guards dragged the kid who was being held by the artillery. Pick up the baton and slam it in the face of the unfortunate bastard. Picked it up three times. Blindfold this boy. Spitting blood from his mouth, he fell next to the artillery. The artillery looked at the man with half-open eyes. Laughed. Although the face can not be expressed. But I laughed in my heart.

It's a laugh of victory. He was beaten for ten minutes though. Badly beaten. But. but won dignity.