Northern Myanmar: Years of Dehumanization

"Now, I declare that the basketball game has officially begun..."

Wei Si looked at the dog push from both sides, and then said this.

At this time, the dog pushers were neatly divided into five-person basketball teams by Wei Si.

It was similar to the usual formal games, but there were five teams. Yes, there were five teams on each side.

There are ten teams in total. One team has five people, so ten teams have fifty people.

If we really follow the rules of the game that determine victory or defeat, as well as life and death, then after this game is over, twenty-five people will die.

Hiss~, this is really not treating people’s lives as their own!

"How is this going?"

Wei Si asked with some confusion when he saw that there were two more people on one side and three more people on the other side.

"Fourth brother, these are the extra people, we can't form a confrontation!"

A soldier replied to Wei Si.

After the five people heard this, their faces showed joy.

After all, if you put it this way, wouldn't it mean that they don't have to play this fatal game?

Will we be able to survive for a while longer soon?

"Why can't they form a team? Don't they just make a pair? When it's over, you pick a losing team to fight. If you lose, you die. If you win, they die!"

Wei Si's eyes narrowed slightly and he said coldly.

I looked at Wei Si and didn't expect him to say such things. He was really not a human being.

Wei Jun couldn't help but frowned when he heard Wei Si's words, but he didn't say anything.

In addition to the soldiers, the audience at the basketball game were Wei Si and Wei Jun. Of course, I was also present.

The remaining dogs continued to work in the room.

Just kidding, these dog pushers might be able to complete a performance if they have this time.

Besides, this basketball game is not a formal one and does not require so many spectators at all.

Those of us are enough.

After Wei Si said this, he then sat under the propped up shed. Wei Jun was already sitting there, waiting to watch this good show.

The first team on the left faces the first team on the right, and the games are played in sequence.

The one who loses, dies.

Take the first team to the basketball court.

"Ugh~"

A man in the team on the left vomited directly because he could not bear the psychological pressure.

"Hahaha......"

This caused a burst of laughter from the soldiers watching nearby.

In fact, I can't blame that man for this. If it was an ordinary basketball game, he would just play, but in this basketball game, losing would be fatal!

I can see that the legs of the men in the team on the right are shaking, it’s not an exaggeration at all.

After playing, the psychological pressure on the court was already full.

A football match determines one's life or death. Who else would be free from pressure?

The dog pushers on the court all had expressions of embarrassment on their faces, and their eyes were full of solemnity.

"You two come here and guess who gets the ball."

Adin stood in the middle of the basketball court, then pointed at one of the two teams and asked them to come over.

At this time, I noticed something was wrong. The short man in the left team had difficulty using his legs and was lame.

After the four people on the left saw it, their hearts dropped, and their faces looked like they were eating shit.

Clearly, this is an unfair ball game.

After guessing, the right side wins, and the person on the right gets the ball first and scores the goal.

"The game does not count points, it only counts balls. Whichever team scores ten goals first will win. There is no limit to the means!"

Adin's eyes flickered, and then he ordered such a rule.

The point is that there is no limit to the means Adin said, that is to say, no matter what method, as long as you can score a goal.

Under this rule, it is indeed more advantageous to get the ball first.

Even if it's a back-and-forth exchange, in the end, only the person on the right can win.

After Adin finished blowing the whistle, he came to me:

"Brother Bai, how did I behave just now? Is it very domineering?"

"Okay!"

I answered A Ding perfunctorily, but my eyes were fixed on the situation in the field.

I saw that the people on the right team were letting a fat and strong man hold the ball.

The man gave the others a look, and then began to implement their plan.

The other four people each found the person on the opposite side, and then started fighting with fists and kicks.

The method is very dirty, no matter what method is used, as long as the four opponents cannot escape.

For a moment, the stadium was in chaos.

This game is not about playing ball at all, but about beating people!

I finally understood what A Ding meant just now.

Feelings really mean that there are no restrictions on means.

The team on the right was also very smart. They knew that the opponent had a lame man, and deliberately left it to the fat and strong man to break through.

It's equivalent to a superior horse fighting against an inferior horse. How could it be possible to stop it?

The fat and strong man held the ball and ran rampant as if there was no one in the field.

The lame man pretending to be a man saw the fat and strong man pressing over him like a mountain. Although there was a look of fear on his face, he still opened his arms to stop him.

If you lose, you will die!

Even though the man was scared, the threat of death still made him do this.

"You're the only one who still wants to stop me?"

The fat and strong man came to the lame man, looking like a national quintessence, and then kicked the lame man backwards, showing no mercy at all.

Then the fat man's way of shooting is unobstructed, standing under the basket and shooting.

When the whistle blows, the team on the right gets a point.

The man who was kicked backwards by the fat and muscular man wanted to get up. After trying several times, he slowly stood up. The corners of his mouth were already covered with bright red blood.

However, what the lame man faced was not the encouragement of his teammates, but the responsibilities of his teammates.

He blamed the lame man for not stopping the fat and strong man.

I saw that the lame man's eyes gradually turned cold, as if he couldn't feel the temperature.

When I heard those people’s accusations, I couldn’t help but mutter:

"Faces, this is how people face death..."

You can be hypocritical in normal times, but in the face of life and death, you can't hide it.

It can be said that no one of the five of them could stop the fat and muscular man just now.

If you don't think about what to do next and just blame, you are not far from losing.

The goal is valid, then the ball falls to the team on the left.

And what they chose was also a way to deal with each other.

A strong man took the ball and asked other people to stop the other four people.

But how could that fat man be so easy to stop?

I saw him directly pushing the man who blocked him to the ground, grinning, and punching hard, which was according to the standard of killing a man...