lit. beacon fire and golden corpse (idiom); fig. a survivor of long suffering


He ran wildly through the darkness, he wondered if he could catch up with her?

Now, there is nothing left! Parents, family and a brother, all separated in the defense of Saigon.

His family were overseas Chinese on the Vietnamese dyke, and they thought that Vietnam would never be lost, but it was unthinkable… He ran, and in the middle of the night in the wilderness, there was the sound of artillery and machine gun fire, and the sound of machine gun fire.

They had arranged in advance to flee to Yoshii City in Dongpuzhai, where there was a grain store run by the family.

Now, on the other side of the mountain, a group of North Vietnamese soldiers had captured a single girl, and anyone could imagine the fate that would befall her!

The girl’s arms were held down by two soldiers, her ankles were gripped by the men’s iron hands, her white thighs were pulled up high, and her virginal pussy was forced into the men’s crotches by their stiff pricks… At that moment, she could almost hear the sound of the flesh of her cavity being torn apart… However, the men did not pay any attention to her feelings, and when one man had finished, the other one poked his prick into her cunt again!

When all twelve had taken their turn, the maiden could no longer stand up, but whispered for a while as they were going, as if her calamity were not yet over.

Then, in the moonlight, with the light glittering on the saber, he suddenly stabbed… After about a quarter of an hour’s pause, there was the sound of a submachine gun, and a line of men fell like dominoes… The moon was about to set.

He runs around for a while and stops to look or listen.

They had agreed to meet near this border, and he didn’t think she would break her word and not show up unless something extremely unexpected happened.

The moon had finally set and the wilderness was dark.

A young man of twenty, arriving in this wilderness and in crisis, North Vietnamese and Vietcong soldiers were never lenient in catching people fleeing to foreign countries, and were especially cruel to the Chinese living in areas under the jurisdiction of the Vietnamese government.

Just then he heard heavy footsteps.

He was pleased at first! In any case, if someone was heading this way, it was most likely her.

But he immediately thought it unlikely again, for the man’s footsteps were very heavy, and even a man, tall in stature, fleeing in the darkness of the night, should have lightened his steps.

So he crouched down and looked toward the way he came.

A child raised in a chaotic world is not slow to react, after all, and he warns himself at all times that he is in danger.

Heavy, slow footsteps were getting closer.

“Could it be that someone is injured?”

Often people who are injured and have trouble walking have a louder sound.

However, generally speaking, a person who was injured was bound to gasp, but the two sides were less than fifty paces apart now, and he didn’t hear the man gasp.

He could now see a vague shadow, and he became excited again, for the figure was built like a woman, even as it resembled her.

The closer the footsteps came, the more intense his heart beat.

He could already conclude that it was her, and although she walked in a strange manner, with two feet that looked as if they were frozen and could not bend, and heavy footsteps, within three paces he had fully proved that the visitor was her.

Unable to hold back his tears of excitement, he cried out in grief and opened his arms: “You… you…” and jumped on her and hugged her.

It was indeed her! He hugged her, kissed her, sucked on the dried tear tracks on her face.

It wasn’t until much later that she felt cold and hard, with something sticky and wet on her.

He let go of her: “Why… why don’t you say something?”

She stood woodenly, her eyes cold and glazed.

“You, what happened to you?” She didn’t answer, nor did she show anything.

“You… tell me… you must be in a state of shock… talk…” He grabbed her hand, which was hard and cold.

Remember, her hands had been limp, maybe she was scared to death, and that’s why her whole body was cold.

“Let’s go! You, although we are unfortunate, if we can cross the border to the Khmer, we are still happier than those left behind…”

But she stood still.

“Why don’t you go? Are you too tired to walk?” She was still silent.

He thought to himself, “When a person is in great shock, he will become demented!

“You, come, I’ll carry you for a while…” He squatted down, but she didn’t crouch on his back.

“You, come on! Let me carry you.” She still didn’t move.

He looked back at her tunic, a sarong worn by Vietnamese women, like a Chinese cheongsam, with an extremely high split that reached the waist and no pants underneath.

“She’s naked underneath?”

He reached down and felt her legs, still without clothing above the knee; Vietnamese women who wore sarongs were bound to wear pants.

In normal times, she would have ruffled his hand when he touched her knee part.

Their friendship was deep, but they hadn’t had a physical relationship yet.

Since he was not wearing pants, this matter was deduced, he thought of terrible things: in this chaotic world, a single girl meets a straggler and is raped, that’s too common.

“Then she must have been raped and that’s why she became demented in her rage.” He thought so.

So he was going to ask her, “Why aren’t you wearing pants?” But he swallowed it back, and at the same time he swallowed some salty tears.

“Think about it, no matter what happens these days, you have to be patient, come on! Get on top of me, I’ll carry you for a while.”

“…” She stood still.

“Time is precious, we need to take advantage of the night to walk more!” He had to plunge his arms back and carry her on his back.

But her body was still stiff, and that was very hard to carry, and if she wasn’t careful she would topple over backwards.

He had taken about ten steps when he suddenly felt her cool hands, strangling his neck.

“Yes… yes! Put your arms around me or you’ll topple over…”

But before I could finish my sentence, I suddenly felt her hand tighten its grip… tighten its grip… tighten its grip… tighten its grip… tighten its grip… tighten its grip… tighten its grip…

He immediately felt his face swell red and had trouble breathing due to the coolness and hardness of her hands, and she continued to push.

“You… what’s wrong with you!” He was getting a bad feeling.

He gasped, “You shouldn’t take it out on me… when others are bullying you…”

He fell downward and she tumbled to the ground, but, she still had a choke hold on him.

He struggled vigorously because if he couldn’t get free any longer, he would be strangled.

Fortunately, he rolled her down and she body flipped over, so her hand and arm were twisted backwards, and with the force of his struggle, he finally got off, but he also retreated five or six steps and fell on all fours.

He rubbed his neck and huffed and puffed and cowpunched for some reason. He felt horrible just now.

He approached slowly and reached out over her, wanting to grab her and ask her why she thought of him as an enemy.

But his hand felt a handful of sticky, wet liquid.

“What… what is this?” He reached out to touch it again.

The area was her waist, so he ran his hand over the wet area and found a small hole in her body, and he pressed his finger on the hole, “Ah…” he exclaimed, his finger was actually pressed into the hole.

The little hole was at her waist, and his middle finger was inserted about two inches or so into her flesh.

But then he realized that she was lying motionless on the ground.

He sniffed his fingers, which smelled of blood, and he took three steps back, shuddering uncontrollably.

No wonder she was cold all over! No wonder she was stiff! No wonder she couldn’t speak, her eyes were straight, and she couldn’t bend her legs when she walked. So she had been shot, or stabbed, and had died long ago!

Immediately his tears sprang to his eyes, but he thought it was so unfair that anyone should deserve to die but goodness, she didn’t.

He approached and timidly squatted down to test her wrist pulse, but it had already stiffened, so how could it still be beating?

Touching her heart again, it was cool and hard, with no sign of a living person.

He sat down on the ground and wept.

He’s still a big boy. He’s only 20 years old!

But then he dropped his hand in horror and looked down.

It was dark, but when close enough, you could still faintly see her expression.

His heart went cold, and Brady realized that her eyes were large and bright, and seemed to be smiling at the ground.

Laughing? Dead people laugh?

He lowered his head to look more closely, and indeed, he was smiling with his mouth open, but because the jawbone inside his mouth had long been stiffened, it was a struggle to open it, so he made a “giggling” sound, and this twenty-year-old boy was really at his wits’ end, with only tears and sadness to show for it.

Just then, there was another heavy, straggling footstep on the road, and one could tell that there were more than three or five of them.

He immediately hid in a rock crevice.

The longing figures lined up and drew nearer, each heavy-footed and upright, just as she had just walked.

A chill went up from his backbone to the top of his head.

He counted twelve men, and could vaguely tell that all twelve were carrying guns.

Twelve men stood before her body, he was three paces away, but it was still evident that the eyes of these men were closed, they stood motionless and silent, even the sound of breathing could not be heard.

His scalp peeled back layer by layer, and he couldn’t stop shaking because what had happened to him was horrible even for his age.

“Could it be some more dead people?” Thinking about this, it was as if the blood in his veins went cold.

Suddenly the eyes of these twelve men opened in unison, while moving in unison, never half a second apart from each other.

Those eyeballs, completely red, like a row of little blood-red bulbs.

And, he believed, those bloodshot eyes were looking askance at him, as if his whole body were paralyzed and paralyzed.

“Shoo! Swoosh…” It seems that one of the twelve made a “swoosh” sound and came towards the crack in the rock.

He realized what it was like to be on the verge of death; he could not shout, nor run, nor even move his body, and it seemed that he could only wait for them to slaughter him.

“Shoo…” The leader of the group, perhaps the squad leader? Another strange sound came out of his mouth, and the twelve men immediately stopped less than ten paces away from him.

“Dead… captured by the Vietcong… not only will they not survive… but they will die a horrible death…”

“Shoo,” came another strange cry, only to see all eleven men remove their shoulder guns.

It was probably one of the more outdated rifles.

“Shoo!” The squad leader seemed to be barking orders again.

Only the eleven soldiers, with very stiff and awkward movements, leveled their guns, the muzzles of all eleven guns facing him.

“It’s over… it’s really over… she… wait for me… let’s go together…”

At this moment, running is out of the question.

“Shoo!”

“Bang…” eleven guns went off at the same time, equaling one sound, but it was loud and deafening.

He was so shocked and horrified that he fainted and passed out…

When he woke up again, he hadn’t opened his eyes yet and felt cold and shivering.

His heartstrings were almost taut, he was being held by her, her hands were cold, her body was cold, her face was expressionless, and around her, twelve gun-toting soldiers surrounded her.

She went left, and the soldiers on her left blocked her; she went right, and did the same, and couldn’t get out of the encirclement in either of the other directions.

Suddenly, righteous excitement galvanized him, replacing fear, and he was in her arms, kicking down a soldier.

But when he fell down, he stood up again like an undefeated man.

He shrieked in terror, and struggled vigorously.

She hugged him so tightly that he felt like he was caught in a cold stone.

As she carried him off to the side again, he removed the gun from one of the soldiers, a repeating submachine gun, and he swept it toward five or six of the twelve men.

Two of them fell, the rest did not. He did not know why some were afraid of guns and some were not.

When he aimed for the heart of one of them, it did fall.

But the bullets had run out, and her arm suddenly relaxed, and he broke free.

He found that the sky has been almost dawn, can already see the twelve people, the original has been shot several times, and are vital, obviously are zombies.

He had heard it said that in the deep mountains on the border between this northwestern Vietnam and the southeastern Khmer were the original tribes of the Khmers, a tribe with some ghastly sorcery, in which any man or woman who committed a lewd act in their graveyard would turn into a zombie, and could not fall until the zombie’s heart had been destroyed.

So he guessed what had happened between her and the North Vietnamese soldiers: twelve of them must have gang-raped her and then killed her with a bayonet. But soon after, these North Vietnamese soldiers were shot by the defeated and scattered South Vietnamese soldiers who fled into the mountains.

At the fall of Vietnam, many of the Vietnamese Army did not lay down their arms and went into the mountains to fight the guerrillas and circle the communists.

He also realized that these zombies naturally wouldn’t aim to shoot people, otherwise, how could he have a chance to survive just now?

He grabs another submachine gun and shoots the rest of the zombies down.

He was about to turn around when his neck was strangled again, and when he looked down and back, he was horrified to realize that it was her again.

The stiff, cold hand’s grip tightened and contracted, and a “gurgle” immediately escaped from his neck.

First, she was choking toward him from behind, and he couldn’t shoot her in the heart with a gun.

Secondly, even if he could, would he put up with it?

He had suggested this escape; if she hadn’t, perhaps she wouldn’t have died, and if she had, it wouldn’t have been so tragic.

So he feels extremely guilty about her, and living is instead a painful parting.

Finally his legs gave out and he fell to the ground, but he woke up.

When he awoke he was startled to find himself cuddled up with her, and immediately settled down to the idea that this was a good arrangement, and that he should hold her and lay her to rest.

Her face went from red to purple and her eyes protruded, but he resigned himself to the fact that she had indeed been gang-raped when he took a brief look at her; her lower body was badly lacerated and stained with blood, and her cunt was overflowing with semen, all of which were showing that she had been ravaged by successive acts of violence, under the condition of being unable to resist.

He carried her body towards the border and met a handful of Turkish communists on the way, all of whom he sniped.

Then, in Khmer territory, he got her body into a tree.

Go to Yoshii, then find someone to bring her remains back for burial.

Now, he has traveled to Taiwan and is doing business in Yilan.

~Finally~