The Kmt: A Short Story
In the dark, Kun stepped on something soft and sticky. Looking down, he saw an half-decayed body and his foot was right on its thigh. He frowned. “Ehh,”Disgusted by the smell. Without a second thought, Kun hurried on.
It was 1931, China in Civil War. When the ruling party KMT was slaughtering the communists, and the Red Army led a revolutionary war to fight against KMT’s corrupted and ruthless dictatorial government. Kun was a darn good red soldier, who could really fight and do well on not dying, as a son of nth generation farmer. During some nights and days, bullets and shrapnel pieces flew through the woods and hit them relentlessly. Comrades fell besides him, while they shot those good young fella in the enemy squad with the same brutality.
It was 1931, China in Civil War. When the ruling party KMT was slaughtering the communists, and the Red Army led a revolutionary war to fight against KMT’s corrupted and ruthless dictatorial government. Kun was a darn good red soldier, who could really fight and do well on not dying, as a son of nth generation farmer. During some nights and days, bullets and shrapnel pieces flew through the woods and hit them relentlessly. Comrades fell besides him, while they shot those good young fella in the enemy squad with the same brutality.