They are all children under the age of 16, and some are even less than 10 years old. They all embarked on this crazy road of no return after personally killing their father or other relatives. They have all used their guns to force other children to choose between life and death between themselves and their loved ones. They don't have uniforms; they can wear whatever they want. They can wear whatever they can. If their clothes are placed in a so-called civilized country, they are simply the leaders of fashion trends. They hold all kinds of weapons, of course, mainly the world-famous AK47, and some of them are not even taller than the gun. They were enlisted after a religious ceremony, became warriors, and were told that they were protected by the gods and invulnerable to guns. They were so mad and fearless in battle that they roared and rushed forward, not because they were really not afraid of bullets, but because they had no way to retreat, and they would only be killed on the spot by their commanders.
In a crazy world where life no longer belongs to them, they have become irritable, irritable, hysterical, and unreasonable. They shoot civilians at will and indifferently, judge others' identities without thinking, and trample on life and morality, simply and firmly constructing their own killing logic. Although they have not received any formal military training, they can make some military sign language in a similar manner, they can cover each other and advance alternately, and they can kill the enemy's snipers in an organized manner. Why? They grew up in the fire of war, survived the fittest, and practice makes perfect. When encountering a sniper, the stupid, slow-moving child who is shot and killed is the best negative teaching material.
They, except that they must obey the orders of their superior commanders, can be said to be unrestrained. They wantonly looted to accumulate some private property; they could randomly kill a family in order to have a car; they gang-raped the TV anchorwoman; and they forced middle-aged couples to mate in public. All day long, they are their rifles. Because the cruel reality tells them that only the rifle is the most favorable discourse symbol of this troubled world. Rifles can take the lives of others, protect themselves from harm, force others to obey themselves, do whatever they want, and demonstrate their existence and power with impunity.
They are actually not that powerful. When their women fell under the gun of the so-called "comrade-in-arms" and looked at the "comrade-in-arms" who were taller and mightier than themselves, they were timid, retreated, and wept; when they successfully overthrew the current government, they thought they could fulfill their military rank. When they exchanged banknotes, they were reprimanded and insulted by the commander. Facing the former "comrades-in-arms" who had been transformed into regular troops, they were silent, weak, and yielded.
They are just cheap tools of war in the hands of political forces, warlords, and oligarchs. They are the best and easiest tools to use. However, when the original rebels came to power and became rulers, they would abandon these tools without hesitation, because for the rulers, these tools still have a certain threat, and they should be discarded immediately. Therefore, they can only wait, waiting for the rise of another rebel force to activate them again.
They, just like that, kept being assembled, then dispersed, then assembled, and then dispersed. They kept withdrawing from the stage of history and politics, and kept re-entering the stage, and in the meantime, many of them disappeared. Many more joined.
They are always full of innocence and childishness, always with a resolute and cold expression, always walking in the hail of bullets and ignorant and fearless, always erratic between the peak of victory and the loneliness of abandonment, and always sympathized by others. They are forever hated, forever in war, forever like a walking dead with no tomorrow. They, who have existed, exist now, and will exist in the future-African "scouts"...
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