The Massacre
The next day, after numerous calls and negotiations,
the rebels and the Government Army agreed to hold the surrender ceremony on a flat stretch of ground at the edge of the farm.
The barbed-wire fence there had long since been destroyed by the fighting, leaving it completely open to people and animals alike.
"Man, do I have to dress up today?"
As an invited guest, Sun Fatty rummaged through his suitcase, trying to find something a little more formal to wear.
After all, this was a relatively serious, formal ceremony. He ought to dress appropriately to show that he took it seriously.
"Do you really want to go?"
Li Bai was wearing a camouflage T-shirt with short sleeves and a pair of loose shorts that came down to his knees. Cool and comfortable.
The tropical rainy season here was comparable to the plum rains in the Jiangnan region of China, and the air was stifling, hot, and humid. Wearing formal clothes would be pure self-torture. That fatty really had no idea what he was getting himself into.
"Of course. It'll be an eye-opener, and I can use it as material for a novel. Might come in handy someday. Li Bai, what do you think of this one?"
Sun Fatty dug out a light blue shirt and held it up for Li Bai to take a look.
"Not bad. The question is, can you fit into it?"
Li Bai glanced at his bulging belly. Though working in Africa was hard and the fatty had gotten quite a bit darker, his belly didn't seem to have shrunk at all.
"Don't rub it in! Why'd you have to say something so true?"
Sun Nanzheng rolled his eyes, took off his T-shirt, and revealed his pale, flabby body. Then he tried to