POW camp

The following time was extremely difficult, and every minute and every second was stretched extremely long by endless pain.Those jailers are really veterans of torture, and what they are best at is how to make a person feel deeply hopeless.You feel that the pain has reached the peak, but it turns out that the next time it will be even more painful. You think you are going to die immediately, but you suddenly wake up helplessly.

Tada crazily worships ancient torture tools, such as needle cages, blood nails, fuchsias, electric shocks, etc. Some of them are simple in style, while others look horrific.No matter which one, it can make people fall into extreme frenzy and piercing pain, unable to extricate themselves.

Lauter watched with great interest Lanting tossing and turning in the same torture device and enduring the pain.Looking at the young body, it was torn and crushed bit by bit, with many scars.

For twelve full hours, at the end of Lan Ting's body, except for his face and neck, there was no complete piece of skin on his body.Even the joints of the fingers were swollen and purple from the torture, and the soles of the feet were dripping with blood from the iron brush.

The execution guards have changed three batches, and they are very tired. This is a physical labor.Tada decided to take a break, but he couldn't make the prisoner feel better.He ordered people to light several large braziers, all of which were gathered around Lan Ting.The heat waves hit the face one after another, like being in a sea of ​​fire, and the distance was just right, so that the prisoners could fully feel the scorching heat without being burned.

Lan Ting was hoisted high, with the weight of his whole body hanging on his two wrists.Long-term torture and blood loss had already made his mouth dry, and the scorching flames around him made it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.Sweat mixed with blood dripped down drop by drop, but in a short while it merged into a puddle of water under his feet.

Laut slept, had breakfast, and returned to the torture room refreshed.The guards were all hiding at the door, playing and having fun with each other. Seeing the middle school principal walk in, they immediately stood at attention.

Tada also just woke up, and ran over in small steps: "Lieutenant Colonel." Laut nodded: "How is it?"

"It's still inside." Tada ordered someone to open the cell door.

The boundless heat wave, mixed with the rotten smell of the dungeon, swept over all of a sudden, Lauter choked for breath, and frowned involuntarily.Tada hurriedly poured a glass of ice water, Lauter took a sip and walked in.

Lan Ting lowered his head, as if he didn't know anything about personnel.Tada pulled his hair violently, forcing him to raise his face, his chapped lips and pale face were unreservedly exposed to the firelight.

Tada asked: "Is it comfortable?"

Lan Ting opened his eyes with difficulty, opened his mouth slightly, and rolled his Adam's apple a few times.Lauter said from behind, "Give it to him." Tada took Lauter's leftover half glass of ice water and shook it lightly in front of Lan Ting. The sound of ice cubes hitting the glass was clear and pleasant.He put the cup on Lan Ting's face with malicious intentions, so that the other party could fully feel the refreshing coolness: "If you drink it, you won't be so hot and thirsty. Let's discuss it. If you tell me about the military deployment, I will give it to you." You water."

Lan Ting gasped for breath a few times, as if he could no longer endure this endless and trivial torture.Tada waited with his glass up. His experience told him not to be in a hurry at this time. The young man was about to lose his strength.Tada glanced at Lan Ting's slender body, and thought viciously in his heart: When he confesses, I must be the first to enjoy him!

Sure enough, not long after, Lan Ting said a few words weakly: "Changhe... Huai Committee..." Tada didn't hear clearly, so he leaned over and asked, "What? Explain clearly."

Lan Ting took a few more breaths, and said in a low voice: "The deployment of Changhe... the Allied Defense Force..." Tada hurriedly put his ear to Lan Ting's mouth: "Say it quickly!" Even Lauter straightened up and watched with.

Suddenly there was a scream of "Ah--", Tada's ear was bitten by Lan Ting with all his strength, and the cup fell to the ground with a "crash" and shattered.Tada was in unbearable pain, and desperately kicked and beat Lan Ting, but Lan Ting clung on tightly and refused to let go.The guards around were all panicked and rushed forward one after another, some La Tada and some beat Lan Ting violently with whips and clubs.There was a mess in the cell, Lan Tingsong finally opened his mouth and bit off half of Tada's ear.

Tada covered his ears with his hands and screamed, blood dripping down his face.Lauter stood up abruptly and stared at Lan Ting angrily.Lan Ting spat out the lump of meat in his mouth, raised his head as hard as he could, and looked at Lauter: "There is no water, blood...it's the same..." After speaking, he couldn't help laughing, it's hard to imagine that he can still laugh in this situation come out.It's just that he was tortured for too long, his laughter was empty and dry, and he started coughing non-stop after laughing twice.

Laut rushed up a few steps and punched Lan Ting hard. Lan Ting was still smiling, coughing and laughing at the same time.

Lauter was about to fight again, when there was a sound of footsteps in the corridor, followed by a very high-pitched man's voice: "I heard that Lieutenant Colonel Lauter is about to make meritorious service again, why didn't you inform me? Mr. Lieutenant Colonel is so embarrassing." Bar."

Lan Ting suddenly raised his face, a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes, and then he lowered his head deeply.The muscles on Lauter's face twitched twice, as if he had just swallowed a toad, and then he turned around with a smile on his face: "So it's Director Hovis, long time no see."

A man lazily walked over. He was not very old, not more than thirty.Black hair, slightly curly, shoulder length.Wearing a military uniform, also the rank of lieutenant colonel.However, after searching all three empires, it is estimated that there is no one who can wear the obviously mighty and crisp military uniform in such a lazy way—the outer clothes are all unbuttoned, and they are just put on casually, and the inner shirt is unbuttoned. More than half of it was covered, and a broad and clean chest was exposed with a slight movement.Without a belt, his steps were dragging and heavy.There are only white gloves on one pair of hands, which are neatly worn, brand new and white.Behind him was an extremely beautiful young man with long purple hair hanging down to his waist.

Before the man entered the torture room, he frowned unbearably, took out a handkerchief that was ironed and folded extremely flat from his pocket, covered his mouth and nose, and complained in a low voice: "It smells too bad, Lauter, How can you stand it?"

Laut smiled: "You don't need to come, Hovis. It's enough to pollute me alone in such a dirty place."

Hovis was startled, and then laughed loudly. His voice was high, even a bit sharp, and the laughter was the same. In the small enclosed space, it was particularly piercing: "Lauter, you can really joke. Anyway, I am too. Director of the Intelligence Agency, I should be in charge of this torture. It’s just that I don’t want to come here often, but as long as you ask, I will serve you wholeheartedly.”

"This is a matter for the military department, Hovis. I caught the enemy."

Hovis shrugged, completely ignoring the meaning of rejection in the other party's words, and approached Lan Ting swaggeringly: "This is the famous captain? What's his name? Ah, Lan Ting." Pick up Lan Ting's chin with two fingers, lift it up, and look carefully.

Lan Ting closed his eyes, as if passed out.Hovis shook his head regretfully and said: "Tsk tsk tsk tsk, Lauter, I didn't blame you, and you still use this backward interrogation method, which is too outdated. You see, it's so miserable. It's beautiful." He looked down at the soiled gloves, took them off in disgust, and threw them to the purple-haired boy, "Hurry up and remove the brazier, I can't even breathe."

This is also the lieutenant colonel, and he can't afford to offend him. The guards quickly removed the brazier, and the temperature in the cell became much better.Lauter looked gloomy and remained silent.

Hovis glanced around, went straight to the high-backed chair in the corner, and sat down majestically—it was obviously prepared for Lauter—the purple-haired boy immediately put on new white gloves for him, as if slowing down In half a moment, as if his hands would be stained with dirty air, another cigar was lit for him.Hovis took a puff on his cigar, slowly exhaled a smoke ring, and said in a drawn-out and arrogant voice, "Lauter, you can't compare to me in terms of torture. Physical pain often can't make a person truly surrender, and there is no beauty. You have to tame him, here, and here." He pointed to his head and chest.

Lauter sneered: "Yes, after being tamed, they will all become your sex slaves." He glanced at the purple-haired boy, "No contribution to military affairs."

Hovis spread his hands indifferently, and said pretendingly, "I can't help it, Lauter, all the captured officers are low-level officers, and they don't know anything. Except that the sound of making the bed is more pleasant, and they are more enthusiastic in serving me. Ah, There are too many people in the prisoner-of-war camp, and you have enough playthings under your command, not less than mine."

He began to brazenly talk about the bed work of his slaves in public. Lauter had to interrupt him with a livid face: "Hovis, you didn't come here specially to show off."

"Of course." Hovis pointed to Lan Ting who was hanging, "I just use this person to practice."

"He's only a junior officer, too."

Hovis laughed: "Okay Lauter, why are you pretending in front of me? The captain of the independent action team is a low-level officer? Well, even though he is just a captain, I heard that it took you a lot of effort to catch him." , if this is considered a small person, your subordinates are... Haha."

The muscles on Lauter's face twitched again, and he said coldly: "My soldiers are all brave fighters. It is precisely because they caught them that I can't give them to you."

"Lauter, I am the Director of the Intelligence Agency, and I have the right to interrogate prisoners. Although I don't care much about this right, who makes him a beauty? Haha."

"Sorry, I have this right too."

"But you've already been interrogated." Hovis looked at Lan Ting and then at Laut pretending to be surprised, "It seems... the result is not very good. Ah, Tada, what's wrong with you? Did your ear hurt? ?”

Lauter stared at Tada angrily, and reprimanded in a low voice: "Get out!" Tada covered his ears and slipped out the door with a bitter face.

Hovis flicked the cigarette ash, thought for a while, and said, "Lauter, why don't we make a bet. If I lose, I will leave immediately. If I win, I will be mine."

"What bet? Everyone knows that Director Hovis is a master at the table."

"No, no, no, no need to be so troublesome." Hovis took out a coin, tossed it into the air, and caught it again, "Words or heads?"

Lauter snorted coldly: "It's too naive."

"How? This is the quickest and easiest way. I guess it's the head."

Lauter's eyes flashed: "The coin is yours, maybe there are heads on both sides."

Hovis sighed: "You always refuse to trust others. Well, what if..." He waved his hand to Coto who was standing aside, "Guard, can I trouble you with something?"

Corto took a step forward, without looking sideways: "I am willing to help you, Lieutenant Colonel."

Hovis handed him the coin: "Here, take it, hold it out with your fist clenched, let us guess which hand it is in?"

Corto didn't take it immediately, but turned to look at Lauter.Lauter knew that since Hovis was here, he would never let it go. What's more, he was right, the Intelligence Agency did have the right to interrogate prisoners.Lauter pondered for a moment, then nodded slightly.

Corto took the coin, switched hands behind him, and stretched out his clenched fist in front of him. With a 50% chance, Lauter thought about it, and just about to speak, he heard Hovis say intentionally or unintentionally: "Cotto, Lieutenant Colonel Lauter's most loyal guard, don't wink at your officer oh."

Lauter turned his head and said, "Hovis, you guess first."

"How about that, you are older than me."

"In case Coto should be suspected of winking at me."

"Haha, how is that possible." Hovis laughed exaggeratedly, "The entire empire knows that you are the most just person."

"So, I have to ask you to guess first."

Hovis shrugged and said casually: "Okay then." He didn't rush to speak, and stared at Corto for a full 3 minutes, so that Corto almost thought there was something dirty on his face , just about to reach out to wipe.Horvis suddenly said, "Left hand."

Corto was stunned, and couldn't help looking at Lauter.Hovis raised his eyebrows and said, "Let's see."

Corto had no choice but to spread his hands, and in the palm of his left hand lay the coin quietly.

"Aha." Hovis yelled and stood up, grabbing the coins. "I have to keep the lucky coins." Turning to Lauter, he said, "I'm so sorry, I have to take them away."

Lauter's face was very ugly. He said: "This person is involved in the military's next strategic deployment, if he can confess."

"If he can confess." Hovis repeated the sentence with an emphatic tone, "In fact, he didn't confess, and he would be disabled if he continued to torture. Lauter, don't I know you? After the torture , you play first? Tada? Throw it to the jailer, or the boot camp? What a pity, Lauter, what a waste of resources. You'll never see a beauty like this crying begging you to fuck him expression." He lowered his head to Lauter's ear, and said softly, "It must be more beautiful than Prince Haiya."

Lauter seemed to have been stabbed by an awl, and turned around suddenly: "What do you mean by that?"

Hovis raised his hands with a peaceful expression: "No, I didn't say anything."

Lauter took a deep breath and ordered loudly to the jailer: "Untie the prisoner!"

"Thank you." Hovis said in a strange tone, "Please drag me into the carriage, I don't have so many people with me."

Hovis' carriage was parked in front of the camp.He is a person who pays great attention to enjoyment, luxury everywhere, even the carriage is the largest and most spacious in Fancheng.The outside is decorated with complicated tassels, and the cold eyes look obviously black, but they reflect golden light in the sun.There are six fat and strong horses in the carriage, two more than the carriage of the most distinguished Prince Haiya in Fancheng.

Laut ordered someone to throw Lan Ting, who was bruised and unconscious, into the car, and gave a military salute to Hovis.Hovis raised his hand lazily as a gift, and got into the carriage with the support of the purple-haired boy.

Six fine horses swaggered through the city in a luxury carriage, and disappeared after a while.

Lauter spat hard, like throwing off a piece of disgusting mud, and cursed through gritted teeth: "The peacock with a rotten tail that is in heat everywhere!" Turning around, he called Corto: "Get the carriage and go to the palace."

As soon as Hovis got into the carriage, the smile on his face disappeared immediately.He let out a long breath and pressed his fingers between his brows, as if he had just fought a tough battle, physically and mentally exhausted. "How is he, Crane?" Hovis asked, his voice was far from the frivolous high-pitched voice in the dungeon, but low and hoarse, appearing very serious.

The purple-haired boy carefully touched several important parts of Lan Ting's body, and said, "It's just a skin injury, maybe it hurts the muscles and bones, but the bones are not broken."

Hovis opened his palms to support his forehead, seemed to relax suddenly, and muttered to himself: "Fortunately, there was time..."

"Master, what did you say?" Crane asked.

Hovis shook his head and straightened up. His face, which was presumptuous and flamboyant just now, turned out to be a bit stern because of the calm expression: "Let's go back first."