POW camp

"Lanting, male, 25 years old, 179 cm tall, with black hair and black eyes. Joined the army in 4021 AD. He served successively as a sergeant and sergeant major of the CA Legion of the Ole Empire, a warrant officer and second lieutenant of the CB Legion, and a captain of the F Fifth Division Army. There were nearly a hundred battles of Congling, Baixita, Puhe, Murongling and other battles in the Manchurian Empire. They were brave, witty, tenacious and won military exploits. He also led a commando team of only 13 people at night. Raided, assassinated the commander of Yancheng, and succeeded, and retreated unscathed. Now he is the captain of the independent combat brigade of the F Fifth Division of the Ole Empire, with the rank of super captain, young and promising, with a bright future."

Lieutenant Colonel Lauter finished reading the intelligence materials in his hand in an almost ostentatious tone, slowly raised his head, looked at the young man sitting across the table, and showed a smile as gentle and decent as possible: "It's a perfect resume." Young and promising, The future is boundless', I have no doubts about these eight-character comments. With a mere 3000 troops, you blocked the main force of Fancheng at the Pinghan Pass for 24 hours, and then you dealt with us in the encirclement of Cuirong dense forest After more than a month, if we hadn’t run out of ammunition and food in the end, and the news was leaked by kind people, it would have been difficult for us to catch you, Captain Lan Ting.”

The young man didn't respond to Lieutenant Colonel Lauter's tireless praise.He picked up a bowl of black fungus matsutake soup and sipped it mouthful. His stomach, which had been tortured by hunger for several days, finally got some relief, and stopped the already numb tingling.Lan Ting exhaled lightly, silently enjoying the warmth of the house and the comfortable atmosphere created by the tempting aroma of food, half-closed his eyes, like a cat that has been wandering outside for a long time, suffering from hunger and cold, and finally returned home, lying down Be content and lazy by the warm fireplace.

Before Lan Ting was brought here, he took a shower with special approval.At this time, the hair is still wet, giving people an illusion of docility.However, he was still wearing the military uniform of the Ole Empire. After fighting for a long time, it was already dirty and torn, covered with mud and dark red blood, and the original color could hardly be discerned.But he dressed very freely and freely, with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows at will.The smooth and clean skin, taking advantage of the dirty military uniform, gave people a sense of harmonious beauty.

The bowl of soup soon finished, and Lan Ting licked his lips, as if he was savoring the incomparably delicious taste of black fungus.Lauter was teased by this inadvertent little action, and his pupils shrank suddenly.He stood up involuntarily, and walked to the other side along the long dining table: "How is it? It tastes good, right? This special-grade black fungus is rare in our country, and it is specially used to entertain you. Have you never eaten it?" Ever?" Lauter's voice was low and smooth, hissing like a viper.

Lan Ting ignored it, he took the top steak and gin in front of him, and began to eat and drink like no one else.It was evident that the young man was very hungry; he ate quickly, but still behaved gracefully, showing good breeding in his bones.Lauter looked down, and from his angle, he happened to see the young man's graceful nape, along with the slightly open collar, a delicate collarbone could be vaguely seen.Lauter smiled imperceptibly, and said: "The Ole Empire is really burying talents, and the best officers should enjoy the top treatment. Especially you, Captain Lanting, you are so young and so...beautiful... ..." He gently raised his hand, trying to touch the delicate and smooth skin in front of his eyes.

Lan Ting seemed to have eyes in the back of his head, and when Lauter was about to touch it, he tilted his head to avoid it.Lauter dropped his hand, shrugged his shoulders in disbelief, and raised his voice: "Captain, I advise you to think about it carefully. You must be very aware of the recent combat situation between the two countries. Your country has lost three battles in a row, and even Had to retreat across the board, tsk tsk, it’s really bad. In fact, the matter is very simple, as long as you tell the military deployment of your army in the Changhe area and the Huaiwei area, and sign the "Surrender Letter", swearing allegiance to the Puman Empire , then, I can assure you that the little misunderstanding in the past can be completely ignored. Here, this is the appointment letter of the lieutenant colonel." Lauter took a document from the guard officer and put it next to Lan Ting's dinner plate , "As long as you nod your head, Lan Ting, you can sit on an equal footing with me. The 25-year-old lieutenant colonel officer has searched all over the three empires of Ole, Pullman, and Huixuan, and I'm afraid he can't find a second one. "

Responding to his earnest persuasion was the sound of Lan Ting chewing the crispy cucumber.The young man seemed to be more interested in the food than himself, and even after sweeping away the steak on the plate, he pointed out a finger to Lauter's guard: "One more." The captives in the enemy camp, whose life and death were uncertain, looked like distinguished guests sitting in a five-star hotel.

The guard Koto glanced at Lauter, and the lieutenant colonel nodded slightly.Corto turned and went out, bringing another plate of steak and a glass of wine.Lan Ting ate three steaks in a row, drank the last glass of gin, and wiped the corners of his lips with a napkin.

Lauter was a little irritated by this apparent neglect, but he restrained himself, and sat waiting, hands on his knees, until Lanting leaned back in his chair to indicate that he had finished eating, and then asked :"How about it?"

Lan Ting lowered his head and thought for a while, then said, "I need to think about it."

"No problem." Lauter smiled. There were not many captives in his hands who refused to surrender, but most of them were ordinary soldiers and low-level officers, which were of little use. The few so-called "elites" either rebelled or were destroyed in the end. .This young man is different, he is too famous among the enemy army, if he can speak, he will undoubtedly be a great achievement.Lauter has always been impatient, he likes to be rough and cruel, but a little waiting is tolerable.He said: "I will give you one day, you go back to the cell first. Of course the environment in the cell is not good, but I can guarantee that you will not have to stay there soon."

Lan Ting shook his head: "No, it's right here." He smiled, with a bit of joking, "It doesn't take a day, it only takes two hours."

Lauter winked at Corto, turned and walked out.Corto understood, and waved slightly to the soldiers in the room to step up their guard.

Lauter would not give Lan Ting the slightest chance of escaping. It can even be said that suicide is a luxury.The ten soldiers in the room are all masters in fighting and shooting. As long as Lan Ting makes a slight movement, a bullet can knock out his arm.A life detector was facing Lan Ting, with various data beating on it.Even if the young man cuts his wrists, takes poison, or bites his tongue, no matter what, the life detector can give a warning prompt at the first time, and even if he has only one breath left, he can be treated immediately and brought back to life.

Lan Ting turned a blind eye to the cold machine and the watchful guards around him.He put his arms on the table, lay down on his stomach, snored slightly, and fell asleep.

Two hours later, Laut appeared at the door on time.Almost as soon as the door opened, Lan Ting sat up. He stretched long and yawned, as if he had rested very well.

Lauter asked: "How is it? Have you considered it?"

Lan Ting raised his eyebrows and nodded.

"Then." Lauter stretched out his index finger and waved at Cotto, "Record." Cotto quickly took out his notebook and pen. The room was very quiet, and everyone was staring at the young man.Lan Ting frowned slightly, looking at the blue sky outside the window, as if he didn't know how to speak for a while, and was racking his brains for words.

Lauter was a little impatient. He looked at the shattered sunlight, jumping on Lan Ting's black hair, and suddenly felt an inexplicable commotion in his body.He picked up the water glass on the table, took a sip, and said with a smile, "Let's talk about your military deployment."

Lan Ting took a deep breath and said word by word: "The super-grade black fungus is indeed very precious, but it is too salty and loses its proper taste."

For a moment, Lauter could hardly believe his ears, and subconsciously asked, "What did you say?"

Lan Ting sighed lightly, and said loudly: "Are you deaf? I said you are salty with black fungus!" Before he finished speaking, he laughed happily and arrogantly, like someone who just played a prank child.

Lauter narrowed his eyes, his face was cold, and he spit out a few words through his teeth: "This joke is not funny at all."

Lan Ting shrugged his shoulders: "It can be seen that your sense of humor is really not very good." He sighed and said with regret, "Even if it is salty, it is a super-grade black fungus. It tastes really good, but it's a pity that you are chattering around Long-winded, and a face that is too unappetizing. Otherwise, I can eat more."

Lauter was irritated, he straightened up, and asked coldly: "So, you won't confess?"

Lan Ting suppressed his smile, and stood up "crazyly", his figure was as straight as a javelin.That kind of casualness and meekness completely disappeared. At this time, he was the captain of the independent combat brigade who fought the enemy to the end. A question that needs an answer?"

The air suddenly froze, making it suffocating.Laut smiled grimly, and said slowly: "Lanting, I'm really afraid that you will confess, so that there is no reason to torture you. I have six torturers under my command, and each of them can break you down. It’s pretty idle, just happens to have nothing to do.”

Lan Ting said lightly: "Before God lets a person die, he will give him free time so that he can reflect on his life's sins."

"Do you think you just need to grit your teeth and get through it? Absolutely not. If you survive the first day, you won't survive the second day. If you survive the first month, you won't survive the second month. Lan Ting, like you just refused I have seen too many well-intentioned people. What is the result? For a long time, all the time, no one can survive such a small and painful torture. In the end, even if you are only a piece of meat, you have to live to breathe , I can’t do anything except beg and shout. Your dignity and backbone are all empty words.” Laut was talking, but his eyes were shining, as if he had seen the handsome young man in front of him. Surrounded by the excited torture scene, "Lan Ting, you will lie on the ground, lick my shoes, and beg me to forgive you."

Lan Ting glanced at him contemptuously: "If the torture in your country is as exciting as you describe, I will feel that this trip is worthwhile."

Lauter looked at Lan Ting carefully, and suddenly looked up to the sky and laughed: "Okay, very good. I have to admit that you have aroused my interest. I really hope that the bones on your body can be as hard as your mouth .” He clapped his hands, and five burly men rushed in.The leader was a burly and tall man, wearing only a pair of shorts, showing his sturdy muscles.A very deep scar on his face ran across the entire face, making him look extremely hideous.

"Tada." Lauter called the man, "Please treat Captain Lanting warmly and let him know what it means to be satisfied."

Tada stared at Lan Ting with greedy and fierce eyes like a hungry wolf, and licked his lips as if he was about to swallow a prey: "Of order, Lieutenant Colonel."

Lan Ting didn't wait for anyone to step forward to arrest him, but just smiled coldly and strode out of the meeting room.

The torture room is located in the innermost part of the prisoner-of-war camp. It is a real dungeon without even a palm-sized window. It is distributed on both sides of the long corridor, dark and damp, filled with suffocating putrefaction and bloody smell all day long.Every day, prisoners of war are dragged out of here, or pulled into dark cells, or thrown onto trucks transporting corpses.

Each torture room is very large and can torture several people at the same time.Lieutenant Colonel Lauter believed in the interaction between people. He believed that if one prisoner couldn't help but speak, the others would follow suit.However, some people must be interrogated in secret. Because of their special identities, they will never confess in front of their comrades. On the contrary, the boundless darkness and loneliness that gnaw at people's hearts can make these people finally surrender.

Lauter decided to interrogate Lan Ting himself, and he watched those wolf-like jailers tie Lan Ting to the rack.Tada stripped off Lan Ting's clothes in two or three strokes. This was the first test. He was naked in front of everyone, so as to hit the self-esteem of the prisoners and make them feel humiliated.Lan Ting just sneered, with an arrogant and sneering look on his face, as if these glaring jailers were a group of bluffing clowns.

The young man's limbs were locked tightly, and his thin body was forced to open wide, like a silent invitation.Lauter swallowed, feeling his mouth was dry, his snake-like eyes fixed on Lan Ting's slightly thin body, from the slightly sweaty forehead hair, delicate wheat-colored skin, tight belly, and slender legs .Lan Ting has a clean and clear temperament, which makes people unable to help but want to destroy it severely.

"It's charming," thought Lauter.He walked over, breathing directly into Lan Ting's face, fingers groping Chiguo's skin, slowly and with an erotic meaning.He even pinched Lan Ting's left nipple maliciously with two fingers, and said in a sticky whisper, "You are really...beautiful...Do you know that for a prisoner of war like you, we How do you do it? Tortured half-mutilated, then thrown among the soldiers to be gang-raped, they like it very much... they like it very much..."

Lan Ting felt Laoter's cold and slippery hands, and was disgusted for a while. He was angered and ashamed by his almost obscene and insulting touch, but he refused to show weakness at all: "Don't worry, if you become a prisoner of the Ole Empire , will definitely not be treated like this. Our soldiers have no interest in your ass hole. You only deserve to be chopped up and fed to the dogs!"

"Sharp teeth." Lauter laughed lowly, "I just hope you won't regret it for a while." He touched Lan Ting's face again.Lan Ting exerted all his strength to prevent himself from dodging.He looked at each other coldly, like looking at a pile of garbage.

Lautsch sat down in a chair in the corner, and compared a "please" gesture to Tada, who had long been impatient with the whip.