Shorts of ZEC—who stole your backbone?

At the 450 level, a defense line that should be awash in blood—you don’t even dare to hold it. At 451-455, there are only a few scattered orders, like a fig leaf for defeated troops.

Where are your knives? That one-word soul-cutting knife technique?

Show some spine. Smash with limit orders. Smash with market orders. Smash the price down to 400—smash it until the long accounts get liquidated, smash it until they see green and their hands tremble on reflex.

Now, the longs, each standing tall with their chests out, because they haven’t tasted real pain yet. They’re proud. Crushing their pride is the best risk education.

Raise the soul-cutting knife and slash down. After this one, make them remember what a waterfall is, what a stampede is, what “one thought heaven, one thought hell” is.

Don’t be timid at the 450 level—go after them.
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