on the captive

It hurts, it hurts hot.

Shen Ronghe frowned.The injury on the shoulder has been simply bandaged, but the pain that should be there will not be reduced.

Now he is standing hand and foot in a conference room full of Soviet officers.A row of tall and burly Soviet military officers sitting opposite them spit out a series of Russian words, their eyes were undisguised, and their sharp and arrogant gazes merged together, which made Shen Ronghe feel a little chill in his heart.

It would be a lie to say no panic, Shen Ronghe's back was already wet with cold sweat.He could only force himself to calm down and observe the situation.

At this moment, the row of people on the opposite side suddenly stopped communicating, and stood up with a bang in the direction behind Shen Ronghe, as if they were welcoming someone.

Apparently the people behind were the officers' superiors.

Just as he was thinking, he heard someone speak behind him, a very cold voice with a low tone, as if it came from the deepest part of his chest.Shen Ronghe still couldn't understand what he said, but it was not difficult to guess that he was telling them to sit down.

I saw those officers then returned to their original positions.

Hearing the other party's footsteps, Shen Ronghe subconsciously tilted his head, and the figure in the green military uniform passed in front of his eyes, as if brushing the hem of his clothes.

When he saw the man clearly, his heart seemed to miss a beat.

The face of the person in front of him is exactly the same as the person in memory.

He didn't wear a military cap, and his light-colored hair was exposed in the air, dazzling like a handful of bright sunlight.The finely carved face is as lustrous as clear jade, with long eyelashes, a high nose bridge, two thin lips with beautiful color, smooth and tough jaw line, and his appearance is impeccable.

Even though his hair color, skin color and eyeball color are very light, the aura does not give people a soft feeling at all.Just like the snowy owl that preys on the snow, you can say it is fierce and agile, but you can't say it is beautiful.

But for some reason, he felt that the Soviet officer in front of him was prettier than all the girls he had ever seen.

Inadvertently, Shen Ronghe met those amber eyes, I don't know if it was his illusion, Shen Ronghe always felt that there was a momentary change in those eyes.

As for the person behind him, he was about 40 to [-] years old, with a bushy beard, and as Shen Ronghe expected, he was an interpreter.He opened his mouth in Chinese: "What's your name?"

"Shen Ronghe."

"age?"

"...22, [-], [-]."

"What is your job?"

Shen Ronghe froze for a moment, shook his head, his eyes were already wary.

"—Do you know the next battle plan?"

Shen Ronghe's heart skipped a beat, but his face remained calm, and he shook his head again.

At this time, a fat officer next to him murmured a few words impatiently, and the translator conveyed after hearing the words: "If you don't tell the truth, we have plenty of ways to force you to tell."

Shen Ronghe looked around without changing his face, the eyes of the people in front of him were full of silent persecution and contempt, and the atmosphere was extremely tense at this moment.

Only the interpreter asked again: "Where is your headquarters?"

Hearing the other party's naked question, Shen Ronghe suddenly felt angry in his chest, and suddenly sneered, his eyes full of contempt: "At your grandma's house!"

"!" An officer sitting on the side immediately yelled, he grabbed Shen Ronghe's arm, and kicked him hard at the knee joint with his military boots.The wound on Shen Ronghe's shoulder was torn apart in an instant, and there was pain as if it was about to be torn off. His body fell straight forward and fell to the ground in an extremely embarrassed posture.

pain...

Shoulders...knees...are aching everywhere, but Shen Ronghe can't care about the pain now.He wanted to get up, but his hands were clamped behind his back and his feet were tightly bound, so he couldn't move.

Damn it... He struggled to curl up, tried to prop up a little bit, but felt his waist being stepped down viciously, and he collapsed heavily on the ground.

A sense of humiliation filled his heart, and Shen Ronghe couldn't help clenching his fists. He hated himself for being so weak that he had to let others slaughter him!

At this moment, a hand grabbed his hair and forced him to look at him.Shen Ronghe's scalp was in pain from being pulled, but he bit his lip to prevent himself from making a sound about the pain, raised his head and stared back unwillingly.

But he saw a handsome and impeccable man half squatting in front of him, with a sharp and arrogant aura around him, and a look of disdain in his eyes, with a mountain-like oppression.

His face was so close that Shen Ronghe could feel his hot breath.

"If you want to survive, be honest."

The warning carried in that sentence sent a chill down Shen Ronghe's spine.He was even more surprised to notice that this time the other party's mouth was no longer in blunt Chinese like last summer. On the contrary, he spoke every word clearly and clearly.

Shen Ronghe looked at this scene in a trance and felt a little familiar, as if it was somewhat similar to the first time they met.

But it was very different.