Chapter 57

  The translator conveyed his words to the leader. The leader said a few words and then the translator said: "This woman has broken the law, she should be punished. You have no right to interfere with our laws. Put down your weapons and follow us to see the elder. He will make a fair judgment."

  There are many tribes here, each with their own survival status and ideological consciousness. But one thing is exactly the same: if outsiders harm the interests of this tribe, they must be stoned to death. If there are still people from this tribe involved, the consequences will be even more severe.

  "We won't go with you to see your elders. If your wives and daughters were beaten and insulted on the street, would you think that's right?" Shao Hui pointed at the alley and said loudly: "Taking a woman into this alley to prepare for rape, is that also part of the punishment?" At this time, he just realized that the woman had already left. Shao Hui's heart sank.

  The leader listened carefully to the translator's words, occasionally glancing at the five people lying on the ground. The team members made the worst assumptions. The elder must not go to see them in their tribe. If they didn't put up a vicious fight, it was unlikely that anyone would be able to walk out alive.

  "You're saying they're going to rape this woman? What evidence do you have?"

  "What evidence?" Xiaohui sneered, pointing to a nearby location and saying: "They were beating up the woman over there at first. We know that's normal for you guys, so we didn't intervene. But now they're lying down here at the entrance of the alley. What does this show? Isn't this evidence?" Xiaohui asked rhetorically.

  Unexpectedly, the other party did not indiscriminately attack them. This shows that the other party is also reasonable. However, their reasonableness is limited to the local narrow survival rules. The leader said a sentence in the local dialect, and immediately several people went over to lift up the five people trying to wake them up. But Shao Hui's hand was really too heavy, and the five of them couldn't wake up for the time being.

  "If it's true what you say, perhaps you can avoid death. If not, you must accept the punishment of the Holy Lord." After translating this sentence to Shao Hui, the whole street fell into a dead silence of waiting.

  This is the first time the team members have encountered such an embarrassing situation. They did something that can't be said to be good or bad. They were surrounded by a group of people who couldn't tell if they were enemies or civilians. Fully armed, but it's hard to say whether to fight or escape. In normal times, team members would only face two kinds of people. The first is the common people. Even if they were misunderstood by the common people and beaten until they spat blood, as soldiers, they would swallow their broken teeth with blood. The second is the enemy who invades the territory and interests of the common people. They would fight to the last drop of blood. But in this foreign land, the team members encountered such a situation for the first time. All they could do was wait quietly and respond randomly. And the only woman who could defend them had disappeared. The situation is very unfavorable to them.

  Is human society really like this? Is right and wrong just relative? The things created by nature exist objectively on this planet. The dominant species of this planet thinks they are right, so they become the truth. If they think it's wrong, then it's absurd. When the creator creates a certain color as white, but most humans think it's black, then it becomes black. If someone jumps out and says it's white, everyone will think that person is wrong. But who is right or wrong? Who can say clearly? However, the principle of fairness in human survival space cannot be overturned anywhere. Otherwise, this world would have no reason to exist. But... In a war-torn country where bullets shatter everything, in a land where people are struggling to survive, can you distinguish between right and wrong?

  A basin of cold water was poured over him with a "splash". A few slaps were added. The person finally came to in a daze, with a stream of fresh blood flowing down his face from the top of his head. He sat on the ground, weakly hanging his head, and didn't even hear someone next to him asking him questions. When the leader asked for the fourth time, he slowly lifted his head, unsure if he was still recovering or thinking, and did not respond to the leader's question.

  The leader suddenly let out a loud roar, scaring the man so much that he jumped up and opened his eyes wide, looking around. When his gaze fell on Shao Hui and the others, he suddenly rolled away and hid in the crowd, shouting loudly: "Ma Qin! Ma Qin!" The crowd was stunned, and the team members were also stunned, not knowing what he meant by this sentence. Suddenly, a chaotic noise erupted, and everyone pulled out their guns, including rifles and handguns. The dark gun barrels all pointed at the team members. This sudden turn of events did not intimidate them, after all, these people had walked through cruel environments step by step. Zhao Zhenghao's mouth corner rose, and he gritted his teeth, loading the bullets with a "click". The gun barrel moved slightly, pointing steadily at the leader's head. The rest of the team members also loaded their bullets and raised their guns, assuming a perfect standing shooting posture. They stood in the center of the circle and around it, confronting each other, on the verge of war.

  Shao Hui's brain was racing. He thought that the reason for the sudden change in atmosphere had a lot to do with the word "Ma Qin". The most urgent task now was to figure out what Ma Qin meant. Originally, the crowd was calm and just about to distinguish right from wrong, but as soon as they heard this word, their faces changed and guns were pointed at each other, with an inexplicable sense of hatred.

  "We are the middlemen. We don't treat civilians as enemies and won't shoot at them. We yearn for peace and strive to create it. The bullets in our guns aren't meant for you, please don't force us to fire." Shao Hui shouted loudly while holding his gun at the ready. The other side didn't respond, but instead stared fiercely at the team members, probably afraid of mistakenly hurting their own people, otherwise war would have broken out already.

  "There must be some misunderstanding between us. Let's communicate and solve it together. Shooting will only lead to mutual destruction." He said loudly again.

  "Why are you coming to destroy our home and life?" someone in the crowd asked in English, but Shao Hui did not understand this strange pronunciation.

  "What?" he asked.

  "Don't quibble! My daughter was burned to death by you people! She was only four years old! You inhuman beasts!" Another person shouted loudly.

  Shao Hui understood the sentence, but it made him even more confused: "The first time we passed by here, we saw a woman being humiliated and rescued her. How could you talk about killing your own daughter?"

  "You should dare to take responsibility for what you have done. Don't think that no one knows. The Lord of the Holy is watching everything here. You can't escape." said the translation coldly.

  "It seems they've mistaken us for another unit. There must have been other units attacking here recently." Zhao Zhenghao whispered to Shao Hui.

  This city is quite prosperous, with many tribes and a strong military presence. However, there are only three types of troops that can actually pose a threat to it. The first is the government's coalition forces, but they can be ruled out because the government army won't attack its own city. The second is an extremely powerful tribe, although conflicts between tribes do occur from time to time, they are usually minor and won't lead to long-distance attacks on this city. The last one is a cunning and ferocious mercenary troop, attacking a city with no regular military training, even if there are many people, they can easily come and go, leaving behind a trail of destruction. Thinking of this, Shao Hui shouted:

  "We are not mercenaries? I repeat again? We are Chinese people? First time coming here?"

  "Hmph? You can impersonate any unit? Wearing a Chinese national flag and daring to call yourself Chinese? If you are really Chinese, we might let you go." The translator said. In the crisis-ridden battlefield environment, the sense of trust between people is zero. Strangers will not gain each other's trust because of one word or one symbol.

  At this time, the man who had just awakened pointed at Zhang Weize and said something to the translator. The translator looked at Zhang Weize with a slanted gaze, nodding from time to time. After listening, he shouted loudly: "Now someone has proven that you are the ones who attacked our home six months ago! You...!" He pointed his hand at Zhang Weize: "You were there that night! He has already recognized you! I'm giving you a last chance now: put down your weapons and surrender. Otherwise, you will die here immediately! I'll only count to three seconds... One..."

  Zhang Weize was unjustly slandered. Even when facing so many hostile guns, he burst out in anger: "You guys should think before you speak! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll kill you!"

  "You're speaking Chinese? Nobody can understand that..." Shao Hui said. He gripped the rifle's lower handguard tightly, determined to fight to the death.

  "Two Questions?"

  Zhao Zhenghao said, "Save it. We're about to open fire." His tone was extremely calm, without the slightest hint of tension that a fierce battle was about to erupt in the next second. As soon as he finished speaking, his body quickly ran forward. Before the translator could even shout "three", Zhao Zhenghao pushed him into the crowd. The crowd suddenly erupted into chaos. After regaining calm, they discovered that their leader's chin was already being pressed against by Zhao Zhenghao's gun barrel. Zhao Zhenghao was using a rifle. He tightly hugged his opponent's body and hid his head behind them, holding the rifle with his right hand and pressing it against the opponent's chin, while his left hand grasped the gun barrel and the opponent's neck, leaving only the black hole of the gun barrel exposed. Lowering his head, he glanced at the ground with his peripheral vision as he retreated step by step to the center of the team members. His movements were clearly those of a seasoned professional. Holding a rifle with one hand was extremely unstable and consumed a lot of physical strength. By holding the rifle against the opponent's chin with one hand and embracing them with the other, he could reduce the pressure on his shooting hand while also restraining the opponent. Most importantly, if the opponent tried to make a desperate attempt to grab the gun or make any sudden movements, the gun barrel would be firmly locked in place by his arm, making it extremely difficult for them to move. As he retreated step by step, holding the hostage in the center of the crowd, anyone who wanted to shoot him would have to shoot through the hostage's body. This left the opponent at a complete loss.