POW camp

"Why is it so urgent?" Hovis' impatient voice sounded outside the door, and then he walked in slowly.This time, there was a young man in the uniform of a bodyguard following behind him, but one could tell at a glance that the military uniform was nothing more than a pretense.The young man swayed as he walked, his winking eyes could take people's souls away, he didn't look like a soldier at all.

Lauter laughed and stood up: "Brother, it's a good thing, come on, sit down."

Hovis looked at Lauter, who was trying his best to keep restrained, but obviously exuded a complacent expression, and then at Morton, who was sitting silently by the side, and suddenly had a bad premonition.He shuffled over to Laut and sat down: "What, you got promoted?"

"Haha, not yet." Lauter stretched out his index finger and ticked off. Behind him, Cotto held a document and handed it to Hovis.

Hovis took it over and looked at it carefully, and slowly raised the corners of his lips: "Okay, I will leave Fancheng affairs to you in the future, Lauter, we have a good friendship in the past, and I need to ask you to take care of me in the future."

"Temporary, temporary." Lauter rubbed his head and sighed with some worry, "I will tell you my brother, I am actually in a state of turmoil. The situation in Fancheng is critical now. I am small and weak, so I cannot Bear such a big responsibility. I have already reported it to the emperor, and I hope I can send high-ranking ministers. Well, this time, I will be in charge of Lan Ting's case."

"Lanting? What happened to him?"

"Lieutenant Colonel Lauter received very accurate news." It was Morton who spoke, he looked straight at Hovis, and said word by word, "Lanting is the only heir to the Lan's Legion of Ole Country .”

Hovis was really stunned, tongue-tied, and said for a long time: "No way, that Lanting you caught?" He pointed at Lauter.Lauter smiled and said modestly: "It's just a coincidence, not intentional."

"That's not right. From the information I got, the country of Ole has its own regulations. The children of the royal family and the four major families must be awarded the rank of captain or higher even if they serve as soldiers. It's done at the first level."

"You have to ask Lanting himself about this." Lauter measured a single chair opposite him, "We are about to interrogate him, so I called you over quickly."

Hovis rolled his eyes and said with a sneer, "Lauter, you are so mean. No matter what, I have been training that Lan Ting for two months, and you didn't tell me before you interrogated him."

Morton interjected: "We only decided on this matter this morning. We wanted to inform you, but I heard that the man named Kelan was discharged from the hospital this morning. I guess you still have something to ask him. Anyway, the interrogation is still early in the afternoon. Well." He glanced at Hovis intentionally or unintentionally, "Does Director Hovis want to grasp the situation first and then make some preparations?"

Howes didn't pay attention to what he said, and raised his voice with his eyes wide open: "Prepare? Of course I have to prepare? What is Klan? He's just a slave. How can I wait for him? Lan Ting, that's The heir of the Lan Group, I actually made him... Haha, haha." He was a little surprised and proud, he raised his legs and shook, pointed at Morton and Lauter with his finger, "You don't have such a blessing. "

Morton smiled and didn't answer.Lauter felt a little regretful after hearing this, but he didn't show it, and said, "In this case, let's start. The emperor attaches great importance to this matter, and he ordered us to dig out some important things from Lan Ting's mouth. At least let him surrender to us, which will greatly benefit the morale of the enemy and boost our soldiers. If he doesn't cooperate—" Lauter shrugged, "then we have to be shot."

"Of course, of course," said Hovis.Then he told the little slave in the uniform of a guard, "Go and get some wine, I'll have a good drink."

"Horvis is really addicted to alcohol." Morton said flatly, "I heard that alcohol can help relieve tension."

Hovis shook his head and said seriously: "You are wrong, it is to relieve the excitement. Haha, haha."

Not long after, there was the sound of handcuffs mopping the floor at the door, and Lan Ting walked in slowly.

This is a place he has never been to before. It is a very spacious interrogation room. The warm sunshine in the afternoon shines in through the large French windows. Lan Ting, who has not fully enjoyed his freedom for a long time, can't help but take a deep breath. Showing a little eager look.He squinted his eyes and faced the sunlight for half a minute before turning his head to pay attention to the situation in the interrogation room.

Laut was sitting behind the big desk, with Hovis and Morton sitting on the left and right, in the posture of three sessions.Lauter looked sullen, Hovis leaned lazily, and Morton was expressionless.Opposite them, there was a lonely chair, which seemed to be reserved for himself.There is nothing in front of the chair, which can give the prisoner a sense of isolation and helplessness, and every move can be seen clearly by the interrogator, and there is nothing to hide.

Lan Ting looked at them, and they also looked at him.Lan Ting stood there calmly, without any embarrassment from everyone's gaze, and didn't even move his eyebrows.His eyes were shining, showing a bit of contempt, and his waist was tall and slender.No matter where this young man is, he can become the focus of attention, as if all the sunlight is concentrated on him.

Anybody put in jail for two months looks languid.Poor environment, poor food, limited clean water, cramped space, and unresolved loneliness, all these are enough to suppress a person's spiritual will, even if he will not surrender, he will be lazy and procrastinate.Torture, torment, the so-called torture, the focus is not on "breaking", but on "grinding". It destroys human body and will, bit by bit, minute by minute, inch by inch, leaving people unconscious. In the middle of the night, he had already suffered a crushing defeat.

But Lan Ting didn't, he stood upright like a sharp sword out of its sheath.Even because of the unsightly dirt around it, it looks even more outstanding.

Lauter once again sighed in his heart: I should have guessed it long ago, I should have guessed it long ago, except for the heir of a prominent family with noble blood, who can have such an extraordinary bearing from the inside out?

He stood up, bowed to Lan Ting pretendingly, and said: "I never thought that you are the heir of the Lan Group in Aolaiguo. I was really negligent before, and I still look forward to Haihan."

Lan Ting was slightly surprised, and his eyes quickly passed over the faces of the three judges opposite.Then he laughed, which added a bit of innocence and sharpness to his originally stubborn face.He squinted at Lauter with a little arrogance, and said, "You're welcome."

Lauter choked.He originally thought that Lan Ting would firmly deny it, and he would definitely take the opportunity to make fun of the other party and deal a heavy blow to the prisoner.Unexpectedly, Lan Ting was hideously frank, as if he was generously forgiving the servant who had offended him, and the words he had prepared were useless.For a moment, he forgot what to say, and after a while, he seemed to remember the chair and said, "Please sit down."

Lan Ting was not polite at all, and sat down firmly.

Lauter adjusted his tactics and said, "Young Master Lan has such a valuable status. It's really admirable that he is willing to be just a small soldier and achieve such feats with one shot and one shot by himself."

Lan Ting smiled and nodded: "It's easy to say."

"Actually, Young Master Lan should have revealed his identity to us earlier. In that case, I would never torture you. Because I know that for a person of noble blood like you, personal honor is more important than everything else. How can you suffer so much? Make you submit? Those punishments are really not very wise."

"You can continue to try now."

Lauter pondered for a moment, and said: "I sincerely hope that you can defect to our camp, and I hope that you can think about it carefully. Please rest assured that our Majesty has made a promise that as long as you sign the surrender form, you will be promoted immediately. By making you the first duke, all the territorial privileges you enjoy will only be higher than that of Ole Country."

Lan Ting smiled: "Which do you think is more attractive, a legion or a duke title?"

"But don't forget that you are in this situation now, Young Master Lan, we can execute you at any time. At that time, let alone the legion, you may not even be able to enjoy the title of Duke."

"If I really cared about that, I wouldn't just be a soldier."

Lauter sighed, with a regretful look: "It's a pity, Young Master Lan, I'm afraid it will be difficult for you to maintain your reputation now. We publicized it in the newspapers, saying that you have surrendered."

Lan Ting was a little angry: "You are slandering!"

"Yes, but who can ask the authenticity of this report? Even if it is slander, it is enough for Ole Country to be busy for a while. What do ordinary people know? They only believe in rumors."

Lan Ting's bright eyes scanned quickly.Lauter looked determined; Morton remained expressionless; Hovis took a sip from his wine glass and looked at himself with interest.

Lan Ting's mind was spinning quickly, and he suddenly reached out to Laut: "Bring it."

Lauter was taken aback: "What?"

"Propaganda report. You bring me the newspaper, and I will read it carefully."

Laut made it up out of nothing. He didn't expect Lan Ting's reaction to be so sharp. He laughed awkwardly: "What's the use of seeing it? The fact is already the case."

"Your conspiracies and tricks will naturally be exposed by someone, and you still want to deceive everyone. It's ridiculous."

Lauter's face suddenly darkened, he walked slowly to Lan Ting, and asked in a low voice: "So, Young Master Lan will definitely not surrender?"

Lan Ting snorted lightly: "Dream."

"Then I have to think of other ways." Lauter beckoned, and Coto opened the door, and seven or eight jailers walked in.Followed by two or three staff members of the technical department, with various cameras.

Lauter smiled miserably: "Let these jailers play with you, Young Master Lan, take some photos and post them in the newspaper, it will definitely be very popular."

Lan Ting stood up "Huo" and scolded angrily: "Laut, you are so shameless!"

The jailers rushed up frantically.

Hawes put down his wine glass and frowned: "Laut, your trick is not very good. I have already told Her Royal Highness that I will dedicate Lan Ting to him. How can I dedicate it after you have finished playing like this?"" Pounding the wine glass on the table.

"Hey—Horvis." Morton said lightly, "Don't be so excited, Lan Ting is no longer an ordinary soldier. If he surrenders, it will be more beneficial to the country than just being a male favorite. I think the eldest princess You will forgive us for what we did."

Just as Hovis opened his mouth to say more, Morton glanced at him: "Could it be that Director Hovis is reluctant? I don't think you have ever felt so uncomfortable when you sacrificed Crane."

"Ha, joke, am I uncomfortable?" Hovis raised his voice exaggeratedly, "I'm just a prisoner, why the hell am I uncomfortable?" He picked up the glass and drank it down, and Morton gave him a meaningful look.

Lan Ting struggled hard, but was still firmly pressed to the ground by four or five jailers with big arms and round waists.A big hand grabbed his hair fiercely and lifted it forcefully, forcing him to raise his head high.A jailer stood before him, making a gesture to take off his trousers.

Lan Ting suddenly laughed.The position made it hard for him to breathe, but he was laughing, and laughing, like he'd seen the funniest thing in the world.

The jailers had never encountered such a person before, they were all stunned, and they couldn't help letting go.Lan Ting knelt on the ground and burst out laughing.

Lauter became impatient, he stepped over, picked up Lan Ting's collar, and asked viciously, "What are you laughing at?!"

"I'm laughing at you." Lan Ting stopped laughing, and his tone was surprisingly calm, "Do you think this can defeat me? Destroy Ole Country? It's ridiculous. From the first day I entered the prisoner-of-war camp, I have already done a good job. Ready to be tortured and humiliated by you at any time. You can let them humiliate me, take a picture and post it to the newspaper. Do you think Oleguo will shrink back because of this? Fear? Shame? You are wrong. On the contrary, they see Beasts like yours will become angry, explode, and unite with the enemy! All the nobles will become unprecedentedly united because of my destruction." His eyes were bright and fiery, with a bit of mockery, "You can also send it to your country This is the empire they are loyal to, this is the government they trust, and this is the soldiers and officials they have entrusted with their lives and lives. It is so corrupt and dirty, so promiscuous, but A group of cowards who stay behind and only serve their own desires!"

Lan Ting's voice was not high, but he stabbed Lauter word by word like a sharp sword.The muscles on Lauter's face were twitching uncontrollably, and he couldn't help taking out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat from his forehead.No one moved, including the jailers.The machine idling in vain, making a slight hiss.

Hovis closed his eyes, as if savoring something, but actually let out a painful breath in his heart.Morton had been secretly observing even the slightest change in Hovis's expression, but now he looked at Lan Ting standing directly in front of him, with a bit of admiration in his eyes.

After a long silence, Lauter said in a low voice, "Drag it out and shoot him."

No one moved, everyone was standing or sitting, just like sculptures.Lauter yelled loudly: "Are you deaf? My mother told me to drag him out and shoot him!"