The torture never stopped, and the time seemed to be stretched infinitely, and every second seemed to be as long as an hour.

Zheng Yingqi hypnotized himself, I want to pass out.

However, every time he just passed out, the damned instructor would use all sorts of means to wake people up and roar loudly for the number.

Every time, Zheng Yingqi looked at the instructor blankly and said nothing.

And so, new tricks began again.

Three-hour, five-hour, eight-hour ......

Until it gets dark.

But there is still no sign of stopping, the students are mechanically subjected to all kinds of destruction, and whenever they ask for the number, they always shake their heads mechanically.

The physical and mental destruction all turned into fatal exhaustion in the end, and at this time, the instructor's voice changed from a roar to a gentle temptation:

"Just say the number of your unit, and you'll be able to end this nightmare!"

The voice sounded in his ears, and Zheng Yingqi, who was trying to dream, opened his eyes and saw an instructor with a three-hole hat, and returned to reality in an instant, and then continued to remain silent without saying a word.

The crocodile was gulping down a delicious dinner, and then rubbing his hands and mouths gracefully, and after doing this, he said: "A day has passed, and you have only endured 11 torture methods, and there are ten other torture methods that you have not yet accepted - it will take at least 36 hours to complete the whole set, and look at your current state, will you survive until 24 hours later?" ”

"Say, say your name, this nightmare is over, you can lie in the hospital bed and sleep beautifully."

"Say, don't be stubborn anymore, it's only been 12 hours, you've already become like this, and the remaining 24 hours, can you carry it?"

Zheng Yingqi whispered: Yes.

Then, again, the devastation.

The wet kraft paper covers the face, layer upon layer of cover, constantly suffocating, constantly being taken away at critical times, and then reincarnated again.

Under such constant destruction, fainting is an extravagant hope, every gasp is like the last breath of life, and finally, someone can't bear it anymore and shouts:

"I've got it!"

"I'm Lieutenant of the Fourth Rangers Scout, Sparky Kelly!"

The desperate Sparker finally relented, he shouted his number, and then hung his head in despair, not daring to look or listen to the rebuke of his comrades.

But no one had the strength to rebuke him, not even his companion Larry, who just looked at Sparky numbly, without blame, without rebuke, without even color.

"No. 9 moves! Doctor, come soon! ”

The instructors shouted, then let each student pull the head, let the students see how Sparky was carried on the stretcher, and when Sparky was carried away, the instructors tempted and said:

"See, No. 9 can sleep comfortably, and he will never be devastated by this inhumanity again."

Zheng Yingqi watched Sparky being carried away, and muttered, "I really envy him......"

"You recruit, No. 11, you have done well enough, you have suffered more than others, you recruited, no one will blame you......" The instructor said softly in Zheng Yingqi's ear:

"You're the best student I've ever seen, you've worked hard enough, don't play with your life anymore, you're going to die."

Zheng Yingqi looked at the instructor: "Will you die......

The instructor nodded fiercely, but he couldn't say anything tempting, according to the script or regulations, at this time, he should strike the temptation while the iron is hot.

"Then ...... Die......" Zheng Yingqi tried to show a bright smile: "Me...... I don't want to defile that flag...... I have no right to defile that great banner......"

Zheng Yingqi seemed to see the five-star red flag fluttering in the middle of the flagpole group of the Hunter School, so bright and beautiful.

The instructor secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but roared and said:

"Since you're stubborn, go ahead!"

On the other side, Wang Hui, who had been stubborn, ushered in the embrace of Lieutenant Ross, who held the hazy Wang Hui in his arms and cried: "Wang! Give up, you're going to die, you're going to die! Don't hold on any longer! I don't want you to die......"

Wang Hui looked at Lieutenant Rose, "I...... I am a Chinese soldier...... Here we ...... It's China, I can't give up ......"

"No, it's just training! Give up, king...... Wang, I promise to go to China with you, give up...... I beg you......" Lieutenant Ross cried and begged Wang Hui.

Wang Hui smirked, he finally waited for Rose to say this, but ...... But I really can't give up.

The impulse to report the number was pressed hard in the deepest part of his heart, and Wang Hui resolutely turned his head: "No...... Give up ......"

The instructors finally dragged Rose who broke in away, and then looked at this iron-beaten man with admiration that Wang Hui couldn't see, but he could only put on a fierce look and said, "Since you don't give up, then continue!" ”

"Come on...... I haven't tried all the torture methods yet. Wang Hui said with a sneer, proudly as if he was standing under the national flag and taking an oath.

Xu Sanduo muttered vigorously: "Chengcai gave up...... Chengcai gave up ......"

The instructor who targeted him didn't know what Xu Sanduo meant, so he leaned down and whispered in Xu Sanduo's ear: "Xu, as long as you give up, you can get rest, you can end this nightmare, give up, stop being stubborn and abused." ”

Xu Sanduo looked at the instructor blankly, and said in Chinese: "The company commander said...... The company commander said that the Seventh Company of Steel was made of iron...... Ying Qi said, after we put on the military uniform, we are the guards, not the guards, Yuan Lang said, we are the first to arrive at the last to withdraw the army, Wu Zhe said, it is a great honor to be the old A. ”

"Xu, what are you talking about?" The instructor didn't understand Xu Sanduo's chatter, "Say in English that you gave up, just say your number." ”

"I ...... I am a Chinese soldier......" Xu Sanduo said laboriously in English.

"Say the number, say the number." The instructor said in a softer voice in Xu Sanduo's ear.

"I am a Chinese soldier." Xu Sanduo tossed and turned but only said this sentence, stubbornly like his personality, the instructor was satisfied, but said fiercely: "Then continue!" ”

Here, the more you satisfy the instructor, the more you will be devastated and the more you will be disappointed, and if you disappoint the instructor, they will treat you gently, gently like an angel.

"I say!"

Finally, another person followed in Spark's footsteps and chose to report his own number.

Over the course of the next six hours, a total of 4 people made this choice – 13 out of 19 students.

And the anti-torture training is still ongoing.