Chapter 468 The Old Man Was Humiliated
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The three Tangbei brothers heard distant scolding and the cracking of whips. If it weren't for their sharp hearing, they wouldn't have heard it from such a distance. Knowing something was going on, they bypassed the guards and went to investigate.
The three Tangbei brothers held their breath and cautiously approached the heart-pounding sound. The night grew darker, clouds obscuring the moonlight. Only sporadic searchlight beams occasionally swept across, illuminating the road ahead.
After turning a corner, the scene before them made them freeze in place, their blood seemed to freeze.
In a large open space surrounded by iron fences, dozens of Chinese prisoners were chained together. They were ragged, skinny, and their bodies were covered with whip marks and bruises.
Several American soldiers were holding whips and beating the prisoners wantonly, spitting out foul language.
"Snap!" With a crisp sound, a young Chinese soldier was hit hard on the back by a whip, his skin was torn and his tattered clothes were stained red with blood.
He groaned in pain, but forced himself not to open his mouth, clenching his teeth tightly. Even though he was covered in wounds, he still refused to surrender to the American soldiers.
"You're really tough! Let's see how long you can hold out. Haha!" A ferocious American soldier grinned, raised his whip again, and lashed the soldier's face hard. "Today I'll let you know the consequences of resisting the American army!"
Another older prisoner tried to stand up to block his companions, but was kicked to the ground by a US soldier.
"Old man, still want to stand out?"
The American soldier glared at him fiercely, "Then I'll show you something even more powerful!"
As he spoke, he picked up a burning stick and pressed it against the prisoner's arm. The smell of burnt flesh and the prisoner's muffled groans of suppressed pain mixed together, intensely stimulating everyone's senses.
It seems that the US military has done this more than once. Looking at their familiar attitude, you can tell how professional and smooth they are.
The three Tangbei brothers clenched their fists, their eyes burning with anger. Tangnan tried to take a step forward, but was abruptly held back by Tangdong. Tangnan didn't look back, but he didn't take another step forward.
They resisted the urge to rush out and continued to observe. Although the Chinese prisoners were suffering inhumane treatment, none of them surrendered. The three Tangbei brothers were proud of them. This was the spirit of the Chinese army.
They knew that the reason they endured these humiliations and didn't end their lives was because they still firmly believed that China would eventually triumph and that the glory of China would eventually shine upon them.
Tang Bei and the other two thought that if they were ever captured, they would likely look like these people. At the same time, a sudden realization struck them: No! They needed to become stronger, to become invincible. They would never be captured by the US military.
The few of them didn't say anything, but their faith in their hearts became even stronger.
Several people looked around the entire open space and noticed a figure in a corner - it was a skinny old man with gray hair and a hunched back, but his eyes revealed a stubborn and unyielding look.
Several US soldiers surrounded the old man, their faces filled with teasing and provocative expressions. "You stubborn old man, you still don't want to cooperate?" One US soldier pulled the old man's hair and said viciously, "Don't think we dare not touch you. Today I'll let you know that here, we are the boss!"
As he said this, he picked up a glass of cold water and splashed it on the old man's face.
The old man was soaking wet, but he still bit his lip tightly and said nothing. Seeing this, the American soldiers became even more angry and began to punch and kick the old man. However, strangely, although they attacked fiercely, they deliberately avoided hitting the old man's vital parts, obviously not wanting him to die so easily.
Perhaps because things like this have been happening a lot recently, the old man remained indifferent. His expression further irritated the American soldiers. One of them grinned.
"Old man, you're really stubborn. I don't know, hahaha..." As he spoke, he began to untie his belt. Soon, yellow liquid poured down from the old man's head. As the dirty urine poured down from the old man's head, the American soldiers' unbridled laughter pierced the eardrums of the three Tangbei brothers like sharp thorns.
Tang Bei's hands were throbbing with veins, and he clutched the wall beside him tightly, his knuckles turning white from excessive force; Tang Nan's whole body was shaking violently, and a suppressed growl came from his throat; Tang Dong's eyes were red, and his teeth were gritting.
The anger that had been accumulating for a long time among the three brothers erupted like a volcano.
"Damn it!" Tang Nan roared softly first, then suddenly rushed out from his hiding place, took out the pistol from his waist and rushed towards the American soldiers.
Tang Bei and Tang Dong reacted almost at the same time and rushed forward, their eyes filled with desperate murderous intent.
At the critical moment, the old man who had originally lowered his head suddenly raised it, and his cloudy but sharp eyes looked straight in the direction where Tang Bei and the other two were hiding.
His cracked lips moved slightly and he shook his head gently at them. Although the movement was weak, it seemed to have an invisible force that made the three Tangbei brothers freeze in place the moment they took a step forward.
Tang Bei was breathing rapidly, his chest heaving violently, and beads of sweat the size of beans were sliding down his cheeks.
He looked at the old man's bloodshot but extremely determined eyes, as if he understood the deep meaning in the old man's eyes at that moment - impulse would only bring more sacrifices, and acting rashly at this moment would not only fail to save everyone, but would also put everyone in desperate situation.
Tang Nan's hand, holding the pistol, was still trembling, but he could no longer move forward. The consequences of his impulsive actions at this moment were immeasurable. They were not yet able to protect so many Chinese prisoners.
Tears welled up in his eyes uncontrollably, and he whispered hoarsely, "Brother, are we just going to watch?"
Tang Dong bit his lip and swallowed back the angry roar that was about to burst out, tears welling up in his eyes.
Tang Bei slowly closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and forced himself to calm down. When he opened his eyes again, although the anger was still burning in his eyes, there was a little more rationality in them.
He reached out and grabbed Tang Nan, who was still trying to rush forward. His voice was low and trembling, "Ernan, listen to him. We must not be impulsive. Remember, we cannot use spiritual power unless it is a crisis."
The three men froze in place, watching the American soldiers continue to humiliate the old man. Every second felt like a century. They had never felt so powerless before. They were so close, yet they had to suppress their anger and watch their compatriots being bullied.
Tang Nan really wanted to ask Tang Bei and Tang Dong, and also wanted to ask himself, when exactly is the moment of crisis? Can't they take action when they encounter such a thing?
So what was the purpose of their cultivation? Tang Nan suddenly began to doubt himself deeply. Tang Dong seemed to understand the anger in Tang Nan's eyes.
He swallowed the anger in his heart completely into his stomach. "Brother, Brother, this is just one place we saw. There may be many places in this land where such scenes are being played out.
We can only save one or two, but we can't save everyone. If we want to avoid being bullied, the only way is for China to become stronger. All Chinese people must become stronger.
Only on that day will all our Chinese compatriots no longer be bullied like this."
Tang Bei and Tang Nan understood Tang Dong's meaning and looked forward to that day. They also completely understood the purpose of not allowing them to use their spiritual power.
One or two people can't change the world. True strength isn't achieved through the strength of one individual, but through the rise of a nation.
At that moment, they were filled with pride. Yes, China would surely rise. They remembered today's humiliation, and one day, they would repay it a thousandfold.
After a long time, the American soldiers seemed to be tired of playing and left cursing.
The three Tang Bei brothers then cautiously approached the old man. Tang Bei squatted down and said in a choked voice, "Old man, you have suffered."
The old man looked at the three half-grown children in front of him, their faces covered with tear marks but with resolute eyes. He wiped their faces with a dry part of his body, and the corners of his cracked mouth rose slightly. Although his voice was weak, it was resounding:
"Children, today's humiliation is nothing. Don't worry about temporary gains and losses. One day, China will stand at the top of the world.
However, I still want to thank you...but now is not the time. To save everyone, we need to take a long-term view..."
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