Sugrava has been held in a water prison at the headquarters of the 4th Army in Tarawa for more than ten hours.
This water prison is usually used to punish soldiers who violate discipline. In fact, it is a large pit dug straight underground with a depth of 2 meters, and an iron fence cover is built on the top. Most people cannot climb up at all.
Groundwater seeped out automatically, forming waist-deep water in the pit. Over the years, the prisoners' excrement was mixed in the water. You can imagine how dirty it is.
Although this kind of water prison seems very simple, it is very cruel to people's physical and mental torture. Think about it, your lower body has been immersed in water, and it is difficult to sit down, let alone lie down. As time goes by, body heat continues to pass away, and fatigue, fear, pain, and cold continue to erode your body and spirit.
The point is, you can't take a nap even if you want to. You are afraid that as soon as you fall asleep, you will fall directly into the sewage and drown. It feels like you can't live or die.
But Sukrava no longer cared about this. His whole body was shivering, his muscles were weak and sore and swollen, and he didn't care even if the sewage flooded his neck when he sat down. He no longer had any extravagant hope of survival. His only wish was to lie down on the dry ground and have a good sleep before he died. He even hoped to pick him up earlier and shoot him directly.
He raised his dull eyes and looked at the completely bright sky above his head. There was sparse sunlight shining on the rusty iron fence, but he could not feel the slightest warmth.
At this time, the sentry above the head came to change the guard. Listening to the changing soldiers talking about the rice porridge for breakfast today was too thin and they were not full at all. Sukrava licked his chapped lips, and his Adam's apple moved up and down. , and made a swallowing movement subconsciously.
You know, he has been without water for more than ten hours since he was caught, and his body's desire for water is overwhelming.
Not long after, a group of soldiers were heard walking in disorder, and one of the officers ordered the guards to open the dungeon.
Sukrava knew that perhaps the last moment had come. But he was surprisingly not afraid or nervous, but instead felt relaxed about being released.
Finally able to go out, even if maybe just for a few minutes.
"Climb up yourself."
A wooden ladder stretched out from above his head. Sukrava struggled to move his legs and climbed up with difficulty while tying the ladder. Normally, it might be a simple move to go up in two or three steps, but it was an extreme challenge for his current weak body.
In the end, two soldiers with disgusted faces dragged him out of the water prison with their hands.
After Sukrava came out, he fell limply to the ground, greedily breathing in the fresh air and enjoying the warmth brought by the sun.
At this time, an officer wearing white sleeves came to him, took out a piece of paper and read out the order to execute him and two other companions.
Only then did he realize that two of his companions were not killed, but only injured.
However, there is no difference now. He is going to die soon anyway.
After the officer read out the order, he asked two soldiers to carry him to the barracks not far away.
Sukrava felt surprisingly calm at this time, thinking that he was going to the Buddhist country to meet his parents, and he had nothing to be afraid of. He just felt a little regretful. If he could beat that Bowen to death and then reunite with his parents, it might be the best gift he could give them.
Only then did he notice that he was being carried towards the military camp, and he felt a little strange in his heart. Shouldn't we find a secluded grove and shoot them? Why did you go into the military camp? Did you want to show off to the public first?
When he entered the military camp, he saw a two-story building made entirely of wood. There was a rather large covered terrace on the second floor.
At this time, there were more than a dozen bamboo chairs on the terrace, and in front of each bamboo chair was a coffee table with a fruit plate and tea cups.
In an open space in front of the two floors, a newly built large wooden pile stood in the middle. There are two stretchers on the ground next to it. It can be seen that there are people on the stretchers.
Sukrava guessed correctly that their executions would be carried out publicly in the military camp.
After Bowen's convoy was attacked and the assassin was caught, he decided to make a fuss about it, that is, to scare the monkeys. In extraordinary times, extraordinary means must be used to deter those political opponents who are ready to take action.
Perhaps it was because he felt extraordinarily safe surrounded by heavy troops in the military camp, or perhaps because he had absolute confidence in his troops and generals, so he also invited other cabinet members to watch the public execution.
Moreover, if the cabinet meeting is held after observing the execution, there may be less opposition.
Under the supervision of a dozen heavily armed soldiers, Sukrava took a bowl of rice porridge brought by an officer. What's rare is that there is some shredded meat in the rice porridge. He knew that this was the last meal in his life, so he did not rush to devour it to appease his already hungry belly, but slowly tasted the aroma of the meat porridge bite by bite.
At this time, the dignitaries on the terrace not far away were already seated. They were eating fresh fruits from the fruit plate, drinking fragrant tea, and were whispering and laughing.
At this time, there was still some time before the execution, and Sukrava's two injured companions were also being helped by soldiers to eat. Even in different countries, it is a common practice for condemned prisoners to have a full meal before death.
Sukrava looked at the person sitting on the terrace. Although he couldn't see his face clearly, he knew that the person was Na Bowen. That familiar figure had appeared in his mind countless times, and he had fired bullets into this body with a pistol countless times in his sleep.
But now, everything is coming to an end, and revenge cannot be avenged, but I can make a wish to Bodhisattva, that you may not die a good death.
Thinking of this, Sukrava put down the bowl, knelt on the ground, clasped his hands, and prayed to the mysterious Bodhisattva.
At this moment, he suddenly felt an imperceptible but extremely rapid wind blowing above his head. He didn't pay attention, and still prayed silently with his eyes closed.
But then, the strange wind noise kept coming, as if a plane in the sky was being raked by bullets fired from the ground.
Then he looked up and opened his eyes...eyes wide.
He saw a picture that might be etched in his mind for the rest of his life.
I saw that Nabo Wen on the terrace had disappeared... No, not missing, but lying on his back on the open air, but most of his body was covered by the overturned bamboo chair he had been sitting on before. But Sukrava still saw the two legs and feet that seemed to be twitching with the soles exposed.
At this time, the high-ranking officials who had been sitting on the terrace could no longer be seen.
