Carved Bones of Rebirth

When Yan Leng woke up again, he moved his fingers, and found that he was tightly tied up and hung in a room full of rotten smell. He was almost naked, so he kindly left him a note Underpants, such a scene made him even want to deceive himself.

I am... captured?hehe.

It's really lucky to be captured on the first mission, but I don't know how long it has been since I was captured, whether anyone else has been captured besides myself, and who is the person who captured them?Are those drug lords?But he remembered that Xun Yan said that the ones they went to encircle and suppress were a group of drug lords who had fled from country Y to the dense forest of Nannan by the Interpol. These drug lords themselves were desperate, so how could they have the time to use tranquilizer guns to catch prisoners?How could he be caught in such a house?

Yan Leng had too many questions in his mind, and the first question before him was to escape.

His body was suspended in the air, and he couldn't use his strength. Yan Leng tried to hook his fingers, tried to grab the rope that was hanging him, but found that he had no support, nowhere to borrow strength, and he couldn't rely on the strength of his two index fingers to lift him up. Hang yourself up.

Yan Leng is not a person who likes to sit and wait for death. Giving up has never been in his life dictionary. The more hopeless he is, the more he will not give up.

Yan Leng thought for a while, and completely relied on the strength of his waist and abdomen to prop up his lower half of his life. His two index fingers also hooked the upper rope, and he almost folded his body in half. completely swing up.When the body was almost swinging to the limit, Yan Leng folded upwards forcefully, and with a twist of his feet, he was fixed on the rope in an extremely twisted posture.

Finally, there is a place to leverage, and the anti-bundling skills taught in the military finally have a place to use.

But the ropes of these grandsons are tied so fucking tight, the ropes are almost stuck into their arms, especially since the posture is so twisted, which makes it even more difficult.

After a lot of effort, Yan Leng finally got rid of the ropes on his hands and feet. Only then did he regain his ability to move.

After walking all over the room, he didn't find any monitors, nor any usable tools, not even a piece of iron sheet, which made Yan Leng frowned.

It seems that the situation is very bad.

Suddenly, Yan Leng's ears perked up, and he heard voices in the distance, which became clearer and clearer. If someone was there, the situation would be even worse.

Yan Leng looked at the rope on the ground, and the corner of his mouth twitched, he must be the legendary self-bound cocoon.

Sure enough, the target of the visitor was this room.

Yan Leng was still pretending to be dizzy, but he took a peek at the three people who came in.

This appearance, as well as the aura of the monkey rushing towards his face, are unmistakable for the little devils in country y, but why did they deliberately catch themselves as a prisoner?

"!#￥%...*" A little devil from country y started to speak, but Yan Leng really didn't learn the language of country y systematically, and the rare few words he learned were all learned blindly when his comrades-in-arms were talking about the mountains. Among the scarce known y national languages, at least half are used for cursing.

"I know you're already awake, so don't pretend."

Startled, Yan Leng slowly opened his eyes, since he was seen through, then come here in a fair manner.

The person who spoke just now was the person standing behind the little devil from Country Y. Hearing the Mandarin with a strong flavor of local Chinese dialect, Yan Liang felt sneering, and suddenly began to miss those guys in the recruit camp. He felt that those guys were short-sighted and narrow-minded. The guys also became cute.

"Mr. Hu said, let you reveal your identity." (The words of the devil from country y are omitted below, and the translation is defaulted.)

"Don't you know my identity?"

"Hehe, if you are just an ordinary Chinese sniper, why did those Chinese pounce on you like crazy?"

"Then why did you go to such lengths to catch me?" Yan Leng knew from the moment he saw the anesthesia bomb shot from the trench of his comrade-in-arms that his comrade-in-arms had been killed, and the target was himself.But what he couldn't understand was why these people wanted to arrest him. When he met an enemy who killed his comrades on the battlefield, shouldn't they want to kill him?How could he be caught here?

"You are valuable."

"Oh? I suddenly wonder how much I'm worth."

"Five million dollars."

"...you are mercenaries."

"maybe."

"You all came to China to arrest me." Every sentence was affirmative, and this was the only reason Yan Leng could think of for them to arrest themselves.

"Chinese, you are very smart, so tell me, who are you?"

"Does it make sense?"

"Of course, the Chinese are so crazy. They blocked the entire Dunyak jungle. We couldn't get out with you. Now, they are like crazy, and they are still filling people in. If this continues, we will die in this forest."

"So you should trade me for your life."

"No, I want to change 21 lives. They are all from my hometown who came out with me. I have to take them back."

"But that's not the reason why you have to know my identity. Tell the truth, otherwise you won't be able to hear another word from me."

"How cunning, well, Chinese, tell you, I want to increase the price."

"Eat both sides?"

"... Chinese, sometimes being too smart is not a good thing."

"I took it as a compliment."

"Well, whatever you want, I have to pry something out of your mouth, otherwise, I can't speak to my employer."

"Do you think I'm the kind of person who is sold out and counts the money?"

"Chinese, you have to tell me, or it won't do you any good."

"Hehe, you can come and try."

"Well, anyway, the employer only said that he wants a living person, not a complete person. If there is something missing from you, I don't think he will deduct my wages."

……

"Oh, why are you Chinese like this? What do you call it? Would you rather die than submit?"

"Oh..." Yan Leng could still laugh. While being whipped and bruised all over his body, blood splashed on his face, he had to hang himself up by his arms, because the one who hadn't spoken among the three had been holding A submachine gun was pointed at him. If he was found to have untied the rope, he might really have no chance to escape.

"I really don't understand. It won't do you any harm if you say it. Why would you rather be beaten like this than say it?" This Mr. Hu tried to break Yan Leng's mind with words while waving his whip vigorously.

"..." Yan Leng hooked the corners of his mouth in disdain, and closed his eyes.

Although closing his eyes would magnify the pain again, he needed to think about something, and this level of whipping was not enough to shake him a bit.

Obviously, what happened this time was that someone hired this group of mercenaries from country Y to act as drug dealers, attracting the attention of Interpol, and successfully staged the play, catching the Tigers, or in other words, catching themselves Take the bait.

And when they were captured, the strong reaction of the army aroused the suspicion of the little devils, and they became more and more sure that they were a big fish, so on the one hand, they no longer satisfied the price offered by the employer, and wanted to ask themselves to force the employer to raise the price; On the other hand, the tight blockade of the army made it extremely difficult for them to escape with themselves, so they wanted to blackmail another sum from China and ask for a way out.

Of course, the premise of all this is that they don't know that he is Yan Long's grandson, but just need the expensive fat sheep they kidnapped. Once they know his true identity, they will tear up his ticket immediately and disappear from then on. Change your face and avoid the pursuit from China until you die.

The chairman of the Nantian Group can move them, but the grandson of the commander of the Beijing Military Region and the vice chairman of the Military Commission is not theirs. If they find out their true identity, they will surely die, and if he reveals that he is a member of the Nantian Group The chairman will undoubtedly make them doubt their true identity even more, because a chairman of the Nantian Group will never appear in the border army anyway, and if it is not for these identities, he will not have such a high social status.

Therefore, Yan Leng could only keep silent, saying anything was wrong.

The whip was still waving, and there was hardly a piece of intact skin on Yan Leng's body, and blood grooves were even plowed out on his chest. The pain was not numb, and it was still superimposed, as if it was endless.

After an unknown amount of time, Yan Leng finally passed out from the torture, and until he passed out, he still subconsciously held onto the rope tightly and did not let go.

And before he fell into a coma, Yan Leng finally thought of a question that he had ignored for a long time——

Why is there a whip in his hand?

"Ah!!...uh."

iron.

Yan Leng only felt that his entire chest was scorched, and he bit his entire lower lip to bleed before he stopped his blurted roar.

Why is there a Chinese translator?Why is there a whip?Why is there a soldering iron?

If it can be said that the Chinese translator came here through coercion and lure, how did they find the whip and branding iron specially used for torture in the dense forest of Nannan?

This is illogical.

And when it's all logical, there's a common explanation for it all, and it's a trap set against him.

The drug lord in Country Y at the beginning was real, and it was also true that a narcotic bomb flew out from the trenches of his comrades and hit him. trap.

If so, then it all makes sense.

Therefore, there is only one possibility for all this, and this is the meeting ceremony of "Northern Blade".

Smelling the burning smell of flesh in the air, and feeling the raging pain in his chest, Yan Leng, who wanted to pierce directly, decided to endure it, and he wanted to give Zhang Beige a return gift.

Calculating the time, Yan Leng survived the torture for an hour, and it was already dark. Yan Leng found an appropriate time and passed out again.

Sure enough, at this level, it was no longer suitable to continue. They finally poured a bucket of salt water on Yan Leng's body, watched Yan Leng wake up from the pain and then fainted instantly, and went out with laughter.

No one knew that at that moment, Yan Leng bit the tip of his tongue, resisting the waves of physical exhaustion and forcing himself to stay awake.

Hearing the voice outside the door gradually go away, Yan Leng let go of his arms and put himself down.

Seeing his miserable wounds and hands trembling uncontrollably, Yan Leng snorted coldly, the young master has never suffered such a big loss in his life, Zhang Beige, don't blame the young master for being ruthless.

No one thought that Yan Leng would run out. Their defenses were just normal precautions, and they couldn't prevent Yan Leng from leaving.But Yan Leng didn't even think about leaving like this, he had to leave something for Zhang Beige.

"It's on fire! Put out the fire!"

"Quick! Quick!"

"Quickly put out the fire!"

Immediately, the camp was overwhelmed by people, and several flammable points caught fire together. Then, a huge explosion frightened everyone.

"This, is this a bomb?!"

Zhang Beige squinted his eyes to see the explosion point, and smiled, a little weirdly, "Flour bomb, interesting."

Immediately his face turned cold, "Catch someone!"

At this time, Yan Leng had already driven the military vehicle for two miles, and when he got out of the woods, he lived in a fellow villager's house with honor as a wounded soldier.Although he couldn't understand all the words, Yan Leng still felt the enthusiasm from the fellow villagers.

This was achieved with the hard work of countless people. If we had to use one word to describe it, we could call it the hearts of the people.

So Yan Leng, a glorious soldier, just ate the pheasant he had beaten himself and stewed in a pot from a fellow villager, waiting for his comrades to catch up.

Sure enough, Zhang Beige arrived in the lead.

There was a smile in Yan Leng's eyes, but his face was still serious.

"Hello, chief." He saluted a meticulous military salute.

Before Zhang Beige could speak, a "ragged clothes" next to him began to scold him.

"Do you know how bad your behavior is? Do you know how much damage you have caused the troops? Fortunately, we put out the fire in time, otherwise, there would be non-combat attrition!"

"I have surveyed all the ignition points, and there will be almost no casualties. As for the non-combat loss of personnel, it is even more out of the question. It seems that I am the only non-combat loss of personnel here." Said, Yan Leng opened his clothes, so far, he hasn't taken any medicine.It's not a joke not to take the people's stitches and stitches, so he has endured the injuries all over his body and his head with a low fever until now.

"You!" The rags and tattered clothes almost looked up angrily, and then pointed to the chicken Yan Leng ate just now, "The People's Liberation Army doesn't take stitches from the masses, people like you..."

"That's what I did."

"Your clothes..."

"This is the internal property of the People's Liberation Army."

"The medicine you took..."

"What nose is this? Come on, smell it, has medicine been applied to this wound? You're talking nonsense."

Zhang Beige, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, "You did a good job."

"Thank you." Yan Leng accepted it bluntly, a joke, why did he endure until now?If he wanted to puncture him, he would have punctured him a long time ago, so why endure it until now, and drive the car out of the woods with injuries all over his body.

If it's just a puncture, then the need for training and trials will be passed lightly, and no one will find him to make up for his losses. It's not worth it, and he won't do things that lose money.

"What was the result of the trial?"

"It's so realistic that even I almost didn't see it."

"How did you get it?"

"The interpreter, and you can find special torture tools while hiding in the woods, haha."

"Any more?"

"The method of tying my rope is exactly the method of tying wild boars here."

"Any more?"

"...Those two people from country Y only had a nasty monkey smell, but no gunpowder smell. He swung his whip too far before, so he didn't smell it. When he put the iron on me, he discovered it. Although It's been a few hours, but if they really carried out a tragic breakout as they said, they wouldn't have no smell of gunpowder."

"You can still smell the smell when you're soldering the iron?!" This time, the rags were startled, who is this, this is, can you notice the smell of the other person when you are in such pain? !

"What's more, they said harshly that they wanted something from me, but when they really started to do it, it hurts, but they didn't hurt the bones very much, at most the ribs were a little contused. If information is used for torture, it will not only use this method, and it will not even meet the standard of torture." Ignoring the rags, Yan Leng stared at Zhang Beige, and said to himself.

"...I've read your information, you haven't done torture training yet, how do you know it so clearly."

"I've read a novel and added some analysis." It's a joke, Yan Leng can't say that he has a friend who is an elite in this field.

"That's right, they've softened their hands. When you come over, the real torture training will make you unforgettable."

"What's the point?"

"You passed."