(3rd Update)

On the border of Bosnia and Herzegovina, Delvinta, a town where Bosnian Serbs gather.

Months of artillery fire have reduced the city to a ruin, and people have hurried through the rubble of buildings in search of food to feed their hunger. NATO's economic blockade and military encirclement have left residents with the last hope of survival. As for the food that was airdropped by American transport planes, it was often plundered by those militia groups and used as rations for the army.

Not only that, but these civilians still live in the shadows, and militias such as the Serb Tigers and White Eagles, which are not subject to formal constraints, even use sporting small-caliber rifles to attach sniper scopes to shoot Croatian children who go to the river to fetch water. As soon as the gunshot rang out, a child would fall forever by the river, with a small bucket rolling down beside him, and a puddle of blood seeping deep into the earth.

No one dared to save him, because the sniper's scope was still searching the river for prey, and even his mother could only hide in the distance and cover her mouth and cry bitterly, watching the child's corpse being torn and eaten by wild dogs. In a country in turmoil, it is always the innocent civilians who suffer.

This is not only a civil war for one country, but also a war for everyone.

War magnifies the dark side of human nature, and the surviving survivors begin to undergo daily moral tests to save the less fortunate or to loot the food, medicine or bullets of the innocent survivors. Some people abandon their conscience in order to survive, and some people fall under the gun for a mouthful of food. War is a continuation of political cruelty, and those who have not lived through those dark times will never know the preciousness of peace.

Delvanta is far more unfortunate than any other city. Because it is a city that has been repeatedly contested by the Croatian army and the Bosnian Serbs. It is often the ferocious Serbs who today have just arrived. The next day it was fought over by the Croats. The difference is that the Croatians will loot the rations of the Serbian inhabitants, while the Serbian army will just pretend not to see it.

It's been five days since the Croats captured Derventa, which is longer than any time before. And the Serbian residents are thinking that this time Derventa should not change hands repeatedly, to be honest, they don't care which army took the city, they just want to live, live well, and let this damn war end as soon as possible.

It's just that at this time, living has become an unattainable luxury.

On a rare day without the sound of artillery and gunfire, the Serbian inhabitants quietly poked their heads out of the ruins. They walked the streets in a state of anxiety, looking for all the food they could feed their hunger in the ruins and in the dilapidated shops. Even if it's a can that has passed its expiration date, or a small box of compressed biscuits.

As the poor residents were looking for food, they were instantly alerted by the sudden sound of gunfire, and when they looked up, they saw a man with a firearm robbing another man's package and shooting him in the street. The local residents seemed to be accustomed to this situation, and they just shook their heads silently, and watched coldly as the man slowly died in despair, and then continued to find food in the ruins. The war has numbed them. Keeping yourself alive is the only hope.

Just when they were secretly glad that they could fill their stomachs today, two army-green trucks suddenly rushed over. Believing that the Croatian army had come to ransack them again, the residents fled in panic. However, the troops who came out of nowhere forced their footsteps with rifles.

When these people calmed down, they realized that these troops were all Serbs. Serbian residents secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and it seemed that the food in their hands could be preserved today.

But they were wrong, it wasn't that simple. One of the officers at the head walked out from behind the soldiers, he glanced at the disgraced Serbian residents, and asked in a somewhat unfriendly tone, "Are you all Serbs?" ”

Of course, this is purely superfluous nonsense, but the people still nod vigorously under the threat of gunpoint, and they will not be able to live without recognizing their Serb identity. Regardless of the armed forces, the execution of civilians is simple and brutal, and there is no lack of drag.

"How many of you are gathered here?" The officer continued to ask, and after waiting for a while and still no one answered, he became a little impatient, and directly took out a pistol and pointed it at the head of one of them, forcing him to ask, "I repeat, how many of you have here?" If you don't answer, I'll let you die. ”

"Three, oh no, forty-two." The person who was threatened replied almost with his eyes closed and gritted his teeth, fearing that he would be shot directly if he was one step too slow.

"Good." The officer nodded in satisfaction, and he turned to the soldiers beside him to give the order to slaughter the group of compatriots. He said almost coldly, "Kill them all, and don't leave a single one alive." ”

All of a sudden, the guns rang out, the flames flew up, and the people standing in front of the guns fell like harvested wheat fields, blood and pierced cans flew up, and the people who were shot fell on the ruins with the heat of their chests. The officer who gave the order for the massacre without emotion smoked a cigarette and had a smile on his lips. When no one could stand up, he asked the soldiers to carefully search each body, make up a few shots, and make sure that everyone was dead before the officer let the soldiers get into the truck and leave.

There will be no patrolling Croatian troops here today, and the bribed Croatian military personnel will turn a blind eye to the massacre, and only the officer of the Yugoslav Volunteer Colonel, known as Kaviráf, will be aware of the order from his superiors to massacre his own people.

"There is nothing to be sorry for, they are all victims of war. And the death of these people can also be exchanged for an opportunity to increase the bargaining chips of the Bosnian Serbs at the negotiating table, so why not. When asked by the adjutant why he did this, Kaveraf said nonchalantly.

He tossed his burning cigarette out of the window and continued to say to himself, "The sewage will be poured on the Croatian army, and then we will be able to create a group of evil army thugs." This is why the higher authorities have explicitly forbidden the regular army to wage war against civilians without being attacked. Not only must we completely defeat them militarily, but we will even occupy the moral high ground of criticism. War is dirty, as long as it can be won, the means don't matter at all, you know? (To be continued.) )