Twenty Seven Years

  Chapter 150 Playing desperately

   "Is this a football match?" Adel held a cigar in his hand, squinted his eyes and watched Verak beat a prison guard until he fainted, and then he and the other prisoners rushed towards Lecter and the others who were retreating.

  He has been in Daymans Prison for decades and has never left since he took office. He has only heard of the word football and knows that it is a sport, but he is completely unclear about the specific content. Today is the first time he has seen a football game, and the way the game is played has subverted his imagination a bit.

  No one answered within two seconds, Adel turned his head and looked coldly at a prison guard who shrank his head and dared not look directly at him.

   "Yes..." The prison guard who was stared at immediately replied.

   "Tell me about the rules." Adel took another sip of his cigar and watched the intense game.

   "Just, just kick the ball into the opponent's goal frame, whoever gets the most kicks wins."

Adel's attention was attracted by the referee. The referee, who was standing on the sidelines in a prison uniform and didn't glance at the field, even a person who didn't understand him at all seemed quite amateurish: "There are no other rules. gone?"

The prison guard thought for a moment, the rules that Lecter said seemed to be the same as what he didn't say, and he only emphasized the most special part of the game: "No, but the deputy warden specially designed a new one. Prison guards can attack at will on the field. Prisoners, prisoners can't fight back, but they can always be replaced."

   "What's more important than that?" Adel couldn't help snorting when he heard this rule. Soon, his pupils shrank and he realized that things were not that simple.

  Verak refused to meet with him yesterday, and Lecter was extremely arrogant and domineering when he talked with him. It seems that the two parties have reached a cooperation, and they are confident in pulling him down from the position of warden.

  The two who can cooperate are now fighting on their own, why are they fighting so hard?

   Lecter was bleeding from the blow, and Veraker was even more vicious, every swing was like a death blow.

   "Among the prisoners, Thomas Chris is the only one who can fight back?" It didn't take long for Adel to see the anomaly. Among the prisoners, only Verac was fighting bravely with a baton.

   "Yes, the deputy warden said to be fair, so he gave prisoner No. 8196 the right to fight back." The prison guard replied.

   "Oh." Adel didn't know which word in the prison guard's words amused him, "So, he beat Lecter until his face bled?"

  The prison guard let out a "hmm".

  Adel's doubts became more and more intense.

  The two who have reached a cooperation fight so much for a game? Verak can stay out of it, because unlike the other prisoners, he has a high probability of getting out of here alive, while the others have zero.

   "Hiss..." Adel found that the situation was not as simple as he thought before, "Huh..."

  Why did Verak work so hard in a competition that was just to celebrate the Peace Festival, and did not hesitate to severely injure his collaborators who were concerned with his freedom. And why did he choose to work and integrate with other prisoners when he could obviously enjoy better conditions.

   It's not in his own interest.

  What is he for?

  Adel was puzzled.

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  On the field, Lecter clutched his bleeding brow bone and yelled frantically: "Chris! You are **** crazy! You are the lunatic!"

   "Deputy warden, we'll take you to the infirmary right now!" The prison guard didn't dare to judge Lecter's injury easily, and planned to take Lecter away, ending the game, "Come to support and take these prisoners away!"

   "No support!" Lecter wiped a handful of blood, and rushed towards Verak, and the two wrestled together.

  Several prison guards surrounded him, not knowing what to do.

  The rest of the prisoners, led by Dawn, ran into the prison guards who were protecting the football, fighting with all their might. Although the prison guards were distracted to protect Lecter, the manpower was a little tense for a while, but because they had the right to attack, they quickly fought back the fast-moving prisoners. Several prisoners had no time to retreat, collapsed to the ground, and were grabbed by the prison guards and beaten crazily.

   "Change! Don't fight! We're going to change!" Seeing this, Dawn stepped forward and shouted at the prison guard.

  The prison guard who was hit on the head ignored it, and the mentally disturbed referee did not provide due help.

   "Stop beating!" Dawn watched several prisoners being beaten to **** blood, stepped forward and pushed the prison guard away, "We are going to change people! Don't you understand! Why are you still beating! You fouled!"

   "Who gave you the courage to talk to me like that!" Dawn's size and tone made the prison guard feel provoked, and he immediately led someone to focus on attacking Dawn.

Hearing the helpless and angry voices of Dawn and other prisoners, Verac let go of Lecter: "Pause! We To change!"

   Lecter got up and was about to rush towards Verak.

  Verak roared with a louder voice: "We want to change people! Change people!"

"Okay! I'll let you change." Lecter stopped less than two meters in front of Veraker, his eyes were bloodshot, he was gasping for breath, forcibly resisting the desire to kill Veraker, and threw his baton at the beating prisoners The prison guard said, "Stop the fuck! Let them change!"

  The prison guards stopped after receiving Lecter's order. At this time, the number of prisoners who had been besieged and incapacitated increased from three to seven. Only Verak, Dawn, and the other two prisoners could continue to compete.

   "The game is suspended!"

  The referee was in a daze, and the prison guard announced the suspension of the game instead of him.

  Seven prisoners who were seriously injured and unconscious within two or three minutes of the game were taken down by the prison guards and sent to the infirmary. Just as they passed the cafeteria, a group of prisoners who had been waiting in the cafeteria stood up and looked at the seven blood men who were being dragged away.

   "It's Bowen, Luo and the others! Why are they hurt so badly!"

   "The prison guards are too ruthless! This is a **** death!"

   "Is this still a game?! It's not a game! It's not fair!"

   Prisoners made noise at the prison guards.

   "Everyone be quiet!" The prison guard who was in charge of guarding the prisoners for war really fired a shot to frighten the prisoners, "Hurry up, there are seven more of you!"

  On the playing field, there are seven vacancies on the prisoners' side, and their support is urgently needed. However, seeing the cases where they were dragged off within a few minutes, the rest of the prisoners hesitated. They don't know that it's not worth suffering such a serious injury for a game with only a 1/10,000 chance of winning.

  What if you are directly beaten to death? Even if you win, you won't have a chance to write a letter!

  Even if he didn’t die, how about being crippled? Without the ability to work, how can you survive in prison in the future?

   Not worth it, not worth it.

   "Hurry up!" The prison guard urged impatiently.

   "Lack of two kicks and five screens." A prisoner stood up, walked towards the square at the end of the corridor, and reminded the other prisoners of the roles they needed on the field.

  The other prisoners also saw who just got off the stage, and they knew it well.

  After having the leader, six more prisoners soon stood up, caught up with the front, and arrived at the court.

  On the court, Verak collapsed to the ground to rest because of a timeout.

   "Hoo...hoo..." He looked at a sky of dark clouds.

  He didn't know how long the game had just passed, he only knew that it was so fast, so fast that they didn't even touch the ball, seven prisoners were taken off the field.

  It is too difficult to win.

  How long can it last? Do you have enough physical strength to fight back and forth?

  Verak suppressed the thoughts that rose in his head and disturbed his mind.

   "People are coming! The game begins!" The position of the referee was taken over by the prison guard justifiably. The seven prisoners had just stepped into the field with both feet.

   "Let's go!" Verak was pulled up by Dawn and joined the other prisoners.

   Lecter, who had suffered a lot and became serious, took advantage of the prisoner change just now, bandaged the wound on his brow bone, and returned to the arena. They still had the ball, advancing with a more cautious pace, defensive formation.

   "They have suffered a lot, and it's even harder to grab it now." Dawn rubbed his arms and said.

"There is no choice, the only way to do it is to try again." Verac told the seven players who had just played .

  The seven people who had just entered the field were infected by the chilling atmosphere on the field, and they all stood up for battle.

  Verak clenched the remaining baton tightly, pursed his lips, his chest heaved and heaved a few times with deep breaths, and then rushed out, killing Lecter: "Come on!"

"Get the others out of here, Chris." Lecter didn't know why Veraker was so serious and merciless. over everything.

  The members of the two teams collided as if charging on the battlefield.

   Except for Verak and Lecter, who were deliberately avoided by the prison guards, fighting each other, the other prisoners had little effect on dealing with them.

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  Adel, who saw this scene on the sentry post, suddenly swayed, and his huge body fell forward. He quickly grabbed the guardrail of the sentry post with both hands, barely stabilizing his figure.

  His eyes reflected the violently beaten prisoners in the square, but his mind was filled with scenes of the battlefield that were still fresh in his memory decades later, as if they just happened yesterday.

  During a certain battle decades ago, Adel’s battalion was brutally surrounded. In order to ensure the safety of everyone, the major chose to surrender and waited for the handover of the two governments to send them back.

  But the enemy did not capture them because they surrendered, but wanted to kill them all under the guise of their desperate resistance. In that cold winter, by the edge of a small flat glacier, soldiers wearing padded jacket military uniforms and having their weapons confiscated fell row after row at the muzzle of their guns, in the blood-soaked snow.

Adel, who had just joined the army at that time, was shot in the chest. Before he passed out, he heard the major yell out his throat, covering the sound of gunfire: "This is a massacre! This is a naked massacre! This is not In line with international conventions!"

  Decades have passed, and the unfair attacks in prison football games are not a kind of massacre, nor are they trampling on the rules of the prison.

   Hearing the prisoners yelling feebly that they were incapacitated and needed to be replaced, the prison guards turned a blind eye to them and broke their leg bones one after another.

"To shut up!"

  Adel let out a thunderous roar, which shocked the sneering onlookers.

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   "I really didn't expect you to be so ruthless when you look inexperienced!" Lecter didn't know martial arts, and swung his baton indiscriminately.

  Verak gradually led Lecter away from the densely populated area of ​​prison guards: "Stop! We need a replacement!"

   "It's only been half a **** minute!" Lecter was about to beat up Veraker after all, and he didn't want to start over with a replacement.

   "We need substitutions!" Verak didn't want the game to stop at every turn, but every second their teammates stayed, there would be more wounds on their bodies.

   "Stop! Let them substitute!" Lecter's sliver of reason told him not to violate the rules he said, and he would continue to cooperate with Veraker after the game, and he urgently needed Veraker's trust.

   The game resumed less than a minute before another timeout.

  This time, six people fell, four of them were the second batch of prisoners, and two were the survivors of the first batch.

  Verak watched them being dragged away.

"It's not going to work like this. We can't touch the ball at all. Our people fall down one after another. It's just for nothing to beat them!" , wanting to be free again, and those richer emotions of helping others are buried in the heart.

  Verak heard unwillingness and anger from his voice for the first time.

   "We can't help it." Veraker's left finger was hit with a baton by Lecter, and now he was trembling and couldn't hold the baton at all, so he had to use his right hand, which was not in his hand, "We must grab the ball."

"According to their style of play, the hundreds of people I picked will all be crippled in the first half!" Dawn spit, "Either you talk to Lecter and see if you can win us over!" Can do it."

  Verak looked at Lecter, who was drinking water off the field and encouraging the prison guards: "I have fought for it many times."

   "Everyone will be seriously injured if this continues." Dawn foresees the final result, "If you can't get better conditions, it's better—"

"I know you are their backbone, and you have to take responsibility for them." Veraker interrupted Dawn's frustrated words, "But we can't surrender, even if the result is doomed, we must lose, we have to kick it down. "

   "Why?" Dawn was unwilling to give up the only ray of light in his hopeless life, but the facts told him that the light was a mirage, a flame, and if he approached it, he would not be rescued, but would be burned to ashes.

  Villac looked towards the entrance of the square, his sweat-stained face showed no discouragement: "You are not qualified to make decisions for them."

   As soon as the voice fell, there was a crowd at the entrance, and hundreds of prisoners were brought over by prison guards.

  Lecter originally planned to separate the prisoners to make them feel isolated and break their will, but this also seriously affected the progress of the game. In order to continue the game smoothly, he brought all the prisoners who were preparing for the game in the cafeteria to the square.

  In the next game, once a prisoner shows that he is not good enough, the referee will immediately call for people to pull him down, and at the same time ask the prisoners who are on the sidelines to fill in.

   "Don't count on them." In the history of prison escapes, the failures were all because the prisoners were not united enough and the prison guards dispersed as soon as they charged. So Dawn has complicated feelings for the prisoners. He doesn't want to see the prisoners being bullied, and he also knows that this group of prisoners cannot be supported by mud.

  Verak didn't speak anymore, his eyes were full of expectations.

   A few seconds later, six prisoners stepped out from the onlookers, filling the vacancy in the first team of prisoners on the field.

   "The game continues!" The referee blew his whistle.

   "You can't just stop casually this time." Verak raised his head and grinned at Dawn, "Go for it."

  (end of this chapter)