Stand up, all victims of oppression,

For the tyrants fear your might...

Don't cling so hard to your possessions,

For you have nothing, if you have no rights……

I sang The Internationale again, although now it's better to sing the national anthem.

Only two days after I entered here, the "Refuge" was discovered.

At that time, the light that appeared in the distance flickered in the dark night. Everyone's expressions, no matter what they were originally, changed at that time. There are panic, crying, or calm, or even laugh.

"Everyone, take out the guns!" Zhang Lundu called out, obviously, he didn't know the seriousness of the matter at all.

Not to mention the number of weapons, there are professional soldiers on the opposite side, Wang Weilun (after that day, then I know his surname is Wang) attacked the French soldier that day was a miracle. How could we possibly confront them?

"Are you fucking crazy?!" a boy cried. "How could we ever fight against them?!"

"God Ikrado will bless us!"

"Go fuck yourself! You're a goddamn cult leader! "

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"You said 'cult'?!"

"Stop fighting! If you keep fighting, we'll all be hell! " said Yi Weiran.

"What the fuck did you mean! I said Ikrado is..."

"I told you to stop! Run!!!"

At this time, Zhang Lundu had already rushed towards the French army with a pistol.

But what happened next, we didn't expect.

Under the light of Zhang Lundu's flashlight, we saw a bullet flying towards Zhang Lundu.

But the speed of the bullet was clearly not right.

The bullet was too slow.

However, Zhang Lundu fell to the ground and twitched. We felt nauseated, a little abdominal pain, and difficulty breathing.

But this is so strange.

Clam down! Liu! I said so to myself. Slow bullet? Nausea, abdominal pain, trouble breathing? ! It's……!

"Infrasound! Infrasound weapon!!" I shouted hoarsely, and Yi Weiran looked at me with amazed eyes.

The army was approaching.

"Don't move! Otherwise, you will be like him!" the leader of the army shouted in Chinese, "If you don't want to die, stay there! Put down your weapons and surrender!"

Most of Refuge people, including me, dropped their weapons and put their hands above their heads. Only a few diehards still want to resist. I only saw them fall to the ground and twitch like Zhang.

After a while, we were locked up.

We don't know if we count as prisoners of war or not, and if so, the Geneva Treaty is just a piece of scrap paper.

To calm myself down, I sang The Internationale.

"So comrades come rally, for this is the time and place..."

"Stop singing." Weiran said.

"Okay."

"Will we die here? "

"I don't know..."

Then, there was silence again.

There was someone talking outside. It was a soldier and an officer who spoke French, which I did not understand. But it seems that "Chine" in French appeared. But what puzzles me are two other words.

"Japon" and a personal name: "Fujimoto Kutaro".

"Aliu."* Yi Weiran said, "That name..."

Fujimoto Kutaro, I heard his name every times before the war. Japanese right-wing politician and strategist. He claimed that "China is Japan's bigest threat". He had been named and criticized by the Chinese Ministry of Foreign Affairs.

I laughed out.

The Japanese were coming.