Datang: My father is the head bodyguard

The interrogation was very difficult. Joel and Harry were very indifferent to the interrogation. One only smiled and nodded, and the other stared at the interrogator with no expression on his face.

"If you don't explain, your subordinates will. If you don't see those few Chinese characters, you will be lenient if you confess and strict if you resist. There is no benefit in resisting."

Harry was very happy after hearing this: "The person who spoke very poorly before said that the Tianwei Army treated prisoners preferentially."

The interrogator looked at Harry and nodded: "Yes, if you confess, you will be a prisoner and you will be treated preferentially. If you don't confess, you will be a war criminal and shot. Our Tianwei Army has very flexible criteria for judging prisoners and war criminals. Do you understand?"

Harry shrugged his shoulders: "Then shoot him, there's nothing to say."

Joel didn't even bother to say anything, he just yawned and looked directly at the interrogator, with no intention of explaining anything.

The interrogators changed shifts in two hours, and the two of them started talking during the shift: "It's hard to deal with these two tough guys. It would be great if the judge was here. He has many ways to pry open their mouths."

Another interrogator who came over to change the shift scratched his chin: "Forget it, let's just go through the motions and throw them a dark room. When there were no interrogation skills before, the dark room was the most useful. To put it bluntly, the dark room is the most powerful interrogation." Skill."

"No, does this temporary camp have a damn little dark room? Just throw it away?"

"The Logistics Department and the Engineering Corps are busy. It's not difficult to build one now. If you ask me, just build a small dark room with a small grid that can only be used for standing. It is impossible to sleep and it is dark. It is invincible. The cost is cheap, and the effect is estimated to be the same. Leverage."

"Damn it, I'm going to take a nap for a while. I've set an alarm for two hours. I'll come back to my shift at that time. I'll write down the interrogation record more clearly before I leave."

The interrogators were just asking questions repeatedly, using reason and emotion, and using emotional attacks to pry the interrogated person's heart, but the two people did not respond at all.

After several rounds of interrogations, the interrogation records were put together. The interrogation records of more than 20 people were a blank sheet of paper except for the interrogators' questions.

The interrogation department calculated it together. It was the first time that they encountered such a lack of fuel and salt, so they simply called the heads of the logistics department and the engineering unit.

"XCMG, we need a small dark room that can only accommodate one person standing and does not leak light and sound. We need twenty-seven. Can you design it?"

After hearing the request, Xu Ping was a little confused: "Usually a small dark room can at least allow people to lie down. Why did they encounter a tough problem this time?"

The interrogation department personnel shrugged: "There is no way. This time, the small dark room is afraid that they will seek death. If someone can lie down, they can kill themselves. They are very brave."

Xu Pingyi summed it up: "I'll make a coffin for them with steel, cement, and cotton. This is the first time I've made a cement coffin for someone."

Xu Ping communicated with the person in charge of the logistics department about the approximate needs for cement, steel and other materials: "This is about the same. If you don't use it up, we will send it back. The quick-drying cement will set in the afternoon. We can pour twenty-seven at a time without any effort. In the evening Just let them live in it.”

Xu Ping really wasn't bragging. At night, twenty-seven "coffins" made of steel, covered with cement and cotton and soundproofed were erected.

"The project is complete, let me introduce it to you. I tried it myself. I can't hear it from the outside if I knock it from the inside, and I can't hear it from the inside if I knock it from the outside. The sealing is not that good, but even after holding thirty or forty flashlights, it can't be heard. Light, I stayed in there for two hours, and the candles were lit. The candles were not extinguished, and there was enough air. Okay, sign for it, yes, sign here."

"Okay, I won't hinder your work. Just come to me next time you need a project."

Twenty-seven prisoners were pushed into these newly built coffins. In order to prevent accidents, their nails were even cut, and their hands were tied behind their backs. The bindings were not very strong, and there were no "coffins" inside. What kind of space for activities can't be broken away from.

Facing this thing that looked like a coffin, these white-skinned guys had seen coffins before, and they all started to struggle. Except for Joel and Harry, they entered the "coffin" on their own after being pushed.

As the same specially made lid fell, light and sound were deprived, and the only sounds that could be heard inside the "coffin" were his own breathing and heartbeat.

In just ten minutes, some prisoners who could not bear it began to struggle. Unfortunately, the internal space was not enough for them to exert their strength. They could only remain in a standing position with their hands cut behind their backs and were imprisoned in this narrow "coffin".

These prisoners finally discovered the problem here. If they wanted to provide information or confess, they had no way to notify those outside to release them.

They began to roar and curse in the "coffin" until their voices became hoarse and they shouted into self-desperation, without any response at all.

For them, dying on the battlefield can be said to be a brave and fearless person, and dying in the bloody torture of the enemy can be said to be brave and fearless, preserving the dignity of themselves and the empire, but what about now?

I am like a dark maggot, dying silently in the corner. No one will even remember them. Fortunately, someone will remember them, just to say a word.

"Oh, those unlucky ones were put into coffins and died like that."

Harry and Joel tried some testing. They were childhood partners and best friends. They had their own way of communicating, but unfortunately it didn't work at all in XCMG's "special coffin."

Lieutenant General Joel blamed himself: "Harry, it was me who harmed you."

Harry was very calm in his "coffin". He was very rational and smart. He understood that if the Tianwei Army wanted to kill his group, there was no simpler way than to shoot, so why go to all the trouble to use such a weapon? thing?

The direction of the Tianwei Army is very clear. As long as you can hold on and hold on in this dark and silent place, you will one day get out.

Sure enough, on the next day, a window was opened in the special lid, and four of the twenty-seven prisoners committed suicide by biting their tongues. After their tongues swelled, they blocked their trachea and suffocated.

Harry squinted his eyes and looked at the person in front of him: "Ha, I'm still alive, aren't I?"

Joel didn't say anything, he just looked at the mighty Tianwei Army in front of him, very calmly.

The remaining twenty-one people were already numb. When the lid was about to be closed again, it was as if their nerves were being stung, and they all started crying.

The translator spoke to them helplessly: "The interrogators don't believe that you are willing to tell the information, so your begging for mercy now is just because you don't want to stay here. I can't help it, I'm sorry."

Just before the lid was about to close, the prisoner who was the first to eat the egg fried rice spoke: "We are the intelligence force, and our leaders are two generals, one is Lieutenant General Joel and the other is Major General Harry!"

The lid was not yet closed, so other people naturally heard it, and many prisoners began to curse: "You are such a beast, a bitch, and a son of a bitch!"

Many prisoners also shouted out the information they knew. Their psychological defenses had collapsed and they were unwilling to enter the cramped, dark and silent "coffin" again.