Heads hanging upside down on sharp wooden stakes, the dried blood forming black scabs.
Flies buzzing, landing on the cheeks, crawling over the gray-white eyeballs, rubbing their jointed legs.
Passersby hurried back and forth, the vast camp bustling, soldiers gathered around the bulletin board, watching as the young general, holding a stack of papers and two iron nails, pressed them into the board with his bare hands, holding his breath.
The young general turned around, raising two fingers.
"Two things! First, if no mistakes are found in the military service records within three days, they will be entered into personal files for exchanging treasures; second, those on this list, pack up, you can leave early for a holiday and head home, but register with your superior before leaving."
Cheers like mountains and seas.
"Go home, go home!"
"Old Li, you're in luck, you can go home and hug your big chubby boy now."
