Yangon Ba Swe - Fascist soldiers surround us

The host was very friendly. We had to eat at around 7pm, but the dishes were delicious. The house was very sturdy, and there was a flashlight and a hand-held flashlight, so the whole house was lit.

Although there seemed to be a large number of household members, including servants, servants, and women and children, San Nay Kyaw was alone at the table. The host was sitting next to San Nay Kyaw, forcing food into San Nay Kyaw's bowl.

The meat of a duck from this large house, which had apparently died an hour ago, was spreading its fragrant aroma near San Nay Kyaw's rice bowl. The host was generously pouring the fat and yolk from the dish into San Nay Kyaw's rice bowl.

After drinking the hot Danthalon leaf soup, sprinkled with a little hot pepper powder, San Nay Kyaw noticed the unique sweetness of the plump duck meat.

At a time when oil was running out everywhere, the abundance of these landlords became a cause for concern for San Nay Kyaw. The eyes and mouth of the generous landlord, who seemed so unkind, also seemed to be disliked in San Nay Kyaw's mind.

Meanwhile, a crowd of young and middle-aged people, all in their twenties, began to gather on the shoe rack in front of the front living room where San Nay Kyaw was eating, until the entire shoe rack was almost full.

Those young men and women were watching San Nay Kyaw, who was eating, either unconsciously or visibly. Their expressions were like a butterfly to San Nay Kyaw. Their expressions were like mockery and mockery.

" Our village is very friendly. Whenever a stranger comes to our house, the villagers come to make friends in the same way."

The host was watching San Nay Kyaw's eye movements as he spoke. As he spoke, he also poured some duck meat into the rice bowl.

San Nay Kyaw had guessed that the duck meat had been cooked with marijuana because of the taste and smell he had tasted many times. San Nay Kyaw's face was smiling as he looked towards his host, but San Nay Kyaw's mind was filled with worry. It was because he had seen something worrying. San Nay Kyaw looked outside the house.

" Danger is coming, get ready"

In other words, I found a clue that had the meaning of "enemy's readiness."

In fact, San Nay Kyaw has never been to this village before. Moreover, none of our members are there.

And so, as their symbolic signaling system, the light of a flashlight that flickered toward the mango trees and bamboo trees by the stream in front of the house conveyed that meaning. The light was falling on the trees as a young man among the group of people sitting barefoot in front of the house adjusted the flashlight in his hand.

“ This is strange, be careful,” the thought flashed through San Nay Kyaw’s mind and heart, and as he fell from a high place, his whole body suddenly felt warm and fuzzy, as if his hair had grown thick and thick, and he felt a tingling sensation.

"Teacher, what did you eat?"

The terrifyingly thin landlord asked, looking intently at San Nay Kyaw's face.

" It's okay, sir, I just chewed on the peppercorns that came in the soup."

San Nay Kyaw replied without losing his composure, “How should I do this?” and came up with an idea from his heart. He was careful not to look anywhere, but kept his eyes on the dishes. At that moment, he heard the barking of village dogs from a short distance away on the village road.

San Nay Kyaw washed his hands.

"Good, teacher, is it beautiful?"

"I've always been a bit of a glutton. I don't know how I could be unwell, especially with the flu. It's like I'm having a cold, or something."

"Oh, it's just a matter of time, teacher. So how do we do that?"

The landlord was about to call someone outside the house when San Nay Kyaw quickly stopped him. He grabbed a towel and

" It's okay, you don't need to do anything. This has always happened to me. It will go away in a while."

At that moment, the sounds of people walking on the village road were getting closer. The young and middle-aged people in front of the house also became agitated. San Nay Kyaw stood up, holding a handkerchief.

"What is it, teacher? What do you want?"

"I want to step out the back for a moment."

“ I’ll take you there. Ho-Thun, come and try to get a flashlight. Ngapoo.”

Two strong men, twice the size of San Nay Kyaw, stood up from their shoes and came into the house. One held a large fork in his hand. The other held a five-bullet flashlight and a scythe. These weapons were carried according to the custom of the villagers, so San Nay Kyaw had no objections.

As is customary in large wooden houses in the countryside, the door leading to the back of the house was in the middle of the main house. San Nay Kyaw stepped forward in front of the owner and opened the back door.

"I'll open it, teacher."

" It's okay, that's all. I'll go. Give me the flashlight."

San Nay Kyaw spoke and pulled the flashlight from the hand of the big man who was following him, who was pressing close to him, along with the landlord. But the flashlight did not work. It was like pulling a branch from a tree. At that moment, the door opened and he could see the stable outside. He could see the flashlight shining like lightning from the side of the house towards the stable.

“Run fast, or take your place”

The flashlight that tells the meaning of ". Morning Kyaw stopped at the door.

" Give me that flashlight, it's okay. I can go. I'll go on my own."

The big man holding the flashlight said nothing. He was silent like a machine. However, the sweat from his body penetrated San Na Kyaw's nostrils. The coarse hair from his hands also touched San Na Kyaw's skin. The friendly host entered and made a fuss.

"No, sir, we'll send you."

At that moment, a loud noise came from the front of the house. San Nay Kyaw's heart became more urgent.

" If you're going to send me, I'll give you a flashlight for a while. I don't walk much at night."

Before San Nay Kyaw finished speaking,

“Hey, big brother, give me a flashlight,” the host said.

Before the landlord could finish speaking, San Nay Kyaw snatched the flashlight from the big, rascal's hand. At the same time, he heard a voice shouting orders from the front of the house.

The big man grabbed San Nay Kyaw's wrist as if he were cutting it with a hammer.

“Oh, it hurts.”

With San Nay Kyaw's scream, the big man's hand released him. San Nay Kyaw jumped down from the back step.

" Go ahead, come on"

"A voice came out. He ran straight for two steps towards the dark stable, then jumped to the right. At the same time, the fork behind him slammed into the ground on San Na Kyaw's left. San Na Kyaw's instinct, which was not deliberate or careful, had saved San Na Kyaw's life.

He shot a flashlight into the dark stable. He followed the path of light and entered the darkness, then took a step back to the side, then turned back to the direction he had come from with the flashlight in his hand and fired vigorously. As if he had deliberately bitten the man, the flashlight head hit the forehead and bridge of his nose with a sharp, piercing shot. With a loud bang, the man fell to the ground. Someone who had come after him tripped him and fell on top of him. San Nay Kyaw jumped over them and ran out again.

The bright light suddenly revealed San Na Kyaw, who had returned to the outside of the stable, and the landlord, who was ready to fight in front of San Na Kyaw. The landlord held a dagger in his hand. At the same time, there were shouts and running sounds from all around the house. The light immediately went out.

"Hey, the guy with the light, turn it back on. Why did you turn it off?"

While everyone was shouting and shouting, San Nay Kyaw, as soon as the light disappeared, took a step back with his left foot and struck him hard with the large, thin, five-pointed flashlight in his hand.

With a loud thud, a man fell down. That's too bad. "Master, you must have fallen asleep," he thought. He remembered the duck stew he had eaten three or four times in a row, made with marijuana. "I'm also intoxicated and want to sleep, so I'm in trouble," he thought.

Even as San Nay Kyaw was thinking about this, he could hear the sounds of shouting and movement from around him. The man had already entered the darkness of the cowshed. He was still clutching the large, five-pointed flashlight that had already been twisted in his hand.

"Hey, where did the fire go? I'm asking you to light it."

Behind the sounds of people running around shouting and cursing, lights also moved in a circle.

San Nay Kyaw, knowing that his situation was getting worse, walked towards the dark stable. Seeing the shadow of a man in front of him, he struggled with all his strength and ran towards the low-lying stable.