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... necessary words, the massacre began.
Che Qiao walked behind a man kneeling on the edge, raised the soldier’s shovel with both hands, and with a whooshing sound, slammed it hard on the back of the man’s head!
“Thud!” A dull sound, not like bones cracking, but more like a ripe watermelon being smashed open, the man’s head collapsed in a grotesque angle, without a single groan, directly falling forward into the pitch-black mine pit, only a muffled landing sound echoing from the dept ...
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