Anti-Japanese War Korean Crazy

The bloodstains all over his body all showed the fact that during these four hours, he was seriously injured and then subjected to various cruel punishments.

The tragedy is unbearable.

Even the pseudo-policemen who were still beating with leather whips frowned. They were still beating hard at first, but when they got to the back, their hands were trembling and they dared not whip.

"Are you going to tell me or not?"

The interrogator couldn't even remember how many times he had been forced to interrogate him.

As usual, Zhao showed a scornful smile at him in a miserable smile, and then casually spat at him, full of resentment in his weakness, "Paralyzed, traitor!"

The interrogator staggered and took a few steps back, his throat rolling up and down his neck, and there was a bit of fear in his eyes.

Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, and his eyes seemed to sweep over the newly arrived Han Feng.

To be precise, his eyes swept over everyone.

With the last of his strength, he growled in a low voice: "You are all Chinese, it's fine if you don't take up weapons to kill devils, but you drop your guns to kill your own people, isn't your conscience worse than animals?

If you still have a bit of conscience as a Chinese, give Lao Tzu a good time.

Paralyzed traitor, without that traitor, do you think you can catch Lao Tzu? "

All eyes were on Han Feng. What Zhao said was right. Since the interrogation room was held overnight, there were really no Japanese.

Of course, in the eyes of the false policemen around, there is another Japanese, that is the Konoe Jiro in front of him.

"Taijun." The fake police officer with a whip saluted Han Feng.

Zhao's eyes collided fiercely with Han Feng's, fierce as fire, fighting for each other.

Han Feng saw strong contempt and anger in his eyes.

Zhao was silent, and no longer tried to do the ideological work of these fake policemen, because these people are lackeys. When Han Feng, the Japanese master, was around, he knew that these lackeys would not dare to rebel no matter what.

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"Give me the whip." Han Feng said in broken Chinese.

The false policeman who was still holding the whip to torture Zhao was relieved, and quickly handed the whip to Han Feng.

The Japanese Konoe Jiro was going to do it himself, but the faces of the false police officers in the interrogation room around him could not see any excitement and joy on their faces. Instead, they were collectively silent, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their complicated eyes.

Holding the whip, Han Feng approached Zhao step by step.

Zhao Hunran was not afraid, even though he looked miserable, he looked straight at Han Feng with his last eye, and said in the most contemptuous and mocking tone: "You little devil, come on, those are all cowards, Come and give grandpa a good time."

Pooh!

As if to annoy Han Feng, Zhao yelled at Han Feng and spat hard.

Contrary to Zhao's expectations, Han Feng, who turned his back to the pseudo-policemen behind him, remained calm and didn't make any movement to dodge, allowing the saliva to spray on his face.

The false policemen swallowed their saliva, as if they had preconceived the anger and roar from Han Feng's back.

"All of you, get out." Han Feng said again.

The words seemed to be full of anger, and the false policemen didn't dare to touch bad luck, and hurried to the interrogation room.

Han Feng said: "Zheng Si, yours, watch it outside, no one is allowed to peek, I will severely teach this guy who insulted me."

Zheng Si got the order, "yes".

As he said that, after the false policemen in the interrogation room left the interrogation room, Zheng Si o'clock dutifully stared at the false policemen, staying away from the iron door with glass windows in the interrogation room.

"Boss, the Taijun doesn't matter how serious it is to strike. He wouldn't beat the bandit leader to death, would he?"

Zheng Si: "No peeking."

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"Don't worry, even if the majesty doesn't beat him, the bandit leader will die sooner or later with such serious injuries, and the bandit leader's bones are hard enough. We tortured him for more than four hours. ?

In my opinion, even if we continue to torture him until he dies, nothing will come out of the trial, so we might as well sell the Taijun's favor. "

"reasonable and reasonable"

The pseudo-policemen stopped talking, and quietly listened to the movement from the interrogation room at a distance of more than ten steps.

Han Feng raised his whip high and pointed it at Zhao's black face.

Zhao Lu smiled more and more contemptuously. He is not afraid of death, as long as he can die in the northeast, he is even less afraid of death.

The whip was pulled down fiercely, almost exhausting all of Han Feng's strength.

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Outside the interrogation room, the false police shuddered in unison. They couldn't make such a loud noise when they smoked people. This was because the sound insulation effect of the interrogation room itself was relatively good.

It can be seen from this that Taijun Konoe Jiro's whip was pulled down with great force.

No one wanted to go and see it anymore, and for some reason, they didn't want to see Zhao being beaten by the Japanese from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhao was as hard-boned as they were when they were tortured before, and he hummed without making a sound.

The little fake policeman Zheng Si stared at everyone more and more, and no one could get close to the window of the interrogation room.

Interrogation room.

Zhao Leng, who had already embraced the will to die, was on the spot, looking at the welt marks on the back of Han Feng's fingers with a dazed expression.

The whip was indeed pulled down, and Zhao was even prepared to face the severe pain, but he was stunned to find that it wasn't him that Han Feng whipped, but his own arm. As for the whip marks on the back of the hand, It was because the whip was too long that it reached the outside of the clothes.

Han Feng was not wearing thick clothes, he had already taken off his coat and put it aside, otherwise the whip would not have made such a loud noise.

"you"

Zhao had never seen a Japanese with such a weird behavior.

The next moment Zhao was even more stunned. He found that the Japanese man in front of him was looking at him sincerely, with big tears rolling down from his eyes.

The whip continued to whip, exhausting all his strength with each blow, and then severely whipped his arms and legs, and the sound continued to be transmitted far outside the interrogation room.

"idiot!"

Han Feng roared angrily, and he took advantage of the time between the beatings to cling to Zhao's ear, and said in a deep voice in fluent Chinese:

"I'm sorry, General Zhao, I'm late!"