In the last building of the village, a native holding an AK aimed at a woman lying in a pool of blood on the ground.
Just a moment ago, his AK had fired accidentally, shooting through the woman's lower abdomen.
The woman's lower half went numb instantly as she fell to the ground in agonizing struggle.
Next to the woman was a little girl who crouched beside her mother, scared into loud sobs.
A few of the natives looked at the commotion filled with the cries of the child.
These cold-blooded creatures grew impatient.
"Noise to death!"
They walked over, ready to open fire on the little girl.
In their eyes, humans and animals were no different; the little girl was too noisy, just like chickens and ducks, easy to slaughter at will.
One native pointed the gun barrel at the young girl, and in the next second, his finger was about to pull the trigger.
Inside the building, over a thousand hostages watched this scene, all showing expressions of despair.
