"Whip, give it to me." Han Feng said in broken Chinese.

The pseudo-policeman who was still holding a leather whip to torture Zhao was actually relieved, and hurriedly handed the leather whip to Han Feng.

said that he was going to do it himself, but there was no excitement or joy on the faces of the pseudo-police officers in the interrogation room around him, but they were collectively silent, and they didn't know what they were thinking in their complicated eyes.

Han Feng took the leather whip and approached Zhao step by step.

Zhao Hun was not afraid, even though it was a miserable face, he looked directly at Han Feng with his last eye, and said in the most contemptuous mocking tone: "Little devil of dog day, come on, those are all cowards, you come to give grandpa a good time." ”

Bah!

As if to provoke Han Feng, Zhao argued with Han Feng and spat fiercely.

Contrary to Zhao's expectations, Han Feng, who was facing the pseudo-policemen behind him, still had a calm face, and did not make a single dodge move, allowing those saliva to spray on his face.

The pseudo-policemen swallowed their saliva, and seemed to have preconceived the anger and roar from Han Feng's back.

"Go out all of yours." Han Feng spoke again.

There seemed to be anger in the words, and the pseudo-policemen didn't dare to touch their heads, and hurriedly walked outside the interrogation room.

Han Feng said: "Zheng Si, yours, look at it outside, no one is allowed to peek, I want to teach this guy who insulted me a hard lesson." ”

Zheng Si got the order, "yes".

As he spoke, after the pseudo-policemen in the interrogation room left the interrogation room, Zheng Si o'clock stared at the pseudo-policemen very dutifully, far away from the iron door with glass windows in the interrogation room.

"Director, Taijun didn't take it lightly, shouldn't he kill this bandit leader?"

Zheng Si: "Don't peek." ”

“……”

"Don't worry, even if Taijun doesn't fight, this bandit leader is so seriously injured, he will die sooner or later, and the bones of this bandit leader are hard enough, we have been tortured for more than four hours, do you see that he recruited half a little?

In my opinion, we will continue to torture him until he dies, and nothing will be tried, so it is better to sell Taijun's personal favor. ”

"Reasonable, reasonable—"

The pseudo-policemen stopped talking, and quietly listened to the movement coming from the interrogation room from a distance of more than a dozen steps.

………………

Han Feng raised his leather whip high and aimed it at Zhao's black face.

Zhao showed an increasingly contemptuous smile, he was not afraid of death, as long as he could die in the Northeast, he was even less afraid of death.

The leather whip was whipped down fiercely, almost using up all of Han Feng's strength.

Smack-

Outside the interrogation room, the pseudo-policemen shivered in unison, they couldn't make such a loud noise when they pumped people, and this was because the interrogation room itself was better soundproofed.

It can be seen that the power of Taijun Konoe Jiro's whip is huge.

No one has the intention of going to take a look, and for some reason, they don't want to see the scene of Zhao being abused and beaten by himself from the bottom of their hearts.

Zhao was as hard as they had been tortured before, and he didn't make the slightest sound when he snorted.

The little pseudo-policeman Zheng Si stared at everyone more and more, and no one could get close to the window of the interrogation room for half a minute.

Interrogation room.

Zhao, who had already embraced the heart of death, was stunned on the spot, looking at the extra finger-length whip marks on the back of Han Feng's hand with a confused expression.

This whip was indeed drawn, and Zhao was even ready to meet the severe pain, but in his astonishment, he found that Han Feng was not pumping him, but his own arm, and as for the whip marks on the back of his hand, it was because the whip was too long and it had been drawn to the outside of his clothes.

Han Feng was not wearing a thick coat, and his coat had already been taken off and put aside, otherwise this whip would not have made such a loud noise.

"You ......"

Zhao had never seen a person who behaved so strangely.

The next moment, Zhao was more and more stunned, he found that the person in front of him was actually looking at him with sincere eyes, and big tears rolled down from his eyes.

The whip continued to whip, using up all his strength with each blow, and then slammed into his arms and legs, the sound continuing far outside the interrogation room.

"Yaga!"

Han Feng roared angrily, he took advantage of the gap in the whipping to attach to Zhao's ear, and said in a deep voice in fluent Chinese:

"I'm sorry, General Zhao, I'm late!"

Zhao was shaken and looked at Han Feng with an incredulous expression.

It's just that it soon fell silent again, and Zhao has seen more of the devil's cunning methods, and he definitely hasn't been fooled so easily.

Although the little devil in front of him had a sincere gaze and tears in his eyes, his actions were also puzzling.

However, in Zhao's view, the enemy racked his brains from trapping himself to punishing himself for several hours, didn't he just want to get out of his mouth the list of underground party comrades and the specific locations of other anti-union comrades' activities!

Less than 10,000 years sure of Han Feng's identity, Zhao would never have confided half of the information, and this time he was arrested because he believed too much in the paralyzed traitor.

Of course, Han Feng didn't expect his actions and three or two sentences to make Zhao believe in his identity.

He took off his leather shoes, pulled out the thick insole, cut the insole, and pulled two more papers from the gap between the insoles.

opened and delivered to Zhao, one of which was a voucher from the Eighth Route Army Headquarters appointing Han Feng as the head of the Far East Regiment.

The other is a letter written by the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army to the anti-Japanese team, and the special seal of the headquarters of the Eighth Route Army engraved at the end is very conspicuous.

Zhao's father was a Xiucai in the late Qing Dynasty, so he received a good education since he was a child, and he naturally knew how to read, and after reading the two documents, he only felt that he was dreaming.

"It's the headquarters, it turns out that the headquarters has never given up on us."

Zhao, who was originally armed with a knife and axe without frowning, actually sobbed in a low voice.

But after all, he was a strong-minded person, and he only sobbed in a low voice for a moment, and Zhao raised his head again, his chapped lips seemed to be about to explode, and said weakly: "Comrade Han Feng, has the Far Eastern Regiment arrived in puppet Manchuria?" ”

Han Feng nodded and said, "After sneaking up on a few tribes on the road, I let the team stay in the deep mountains of Liaozhong, and after rescuing you, General Zhao, we can return to join the Far East Regiment." ”

"Thank you! The headquarters is right, you, including our team of the Anti-Japanese Federation, are the last hope for all the people, and this hope must not be cut off. ”

Zhao's voice became weaker and weaker, "You are an amazing comrade, you can lurk all the way here, hide your things quickly, don't reveal your identity." ”

"Okay."

Han Feng folded the document again and stuffed it into the insole, and then put the insole into the shoe, and dressed it neatly.

Smack-

Han Feng continued to whip himself.

Zhao smiled bitterly, "Why bother to practice yourself, you just beat me, and it's not bad for these two times." ”

Han Feng didn't talk, so he was going to untie Zhao, "General Zhao, don't speak, I'll save you out." ”

Han Feng had even thought about it, when he came in just now, he had already paid attention to all the troop deployments of this police station, and rushed out with Zhao all the way on his back, and the possibility of success was still very high.

But the weak voice sounded immediately:

Comrade Han Feng ...... No, I know my body myself, even if you rescue me, I won't survive. ”

Han Feng endured the pain in his heart, "Comrade Shangzhi, don't say anything, I will definitely rescue you." ”

"Don't waste your efforts, I don't have much time, and your identity can't be revealed, I'm still ...... Holding on, it's because I'm worried about lurking after I die...... The comrades don't know yet, and they will come to death recklessly. ”

Zhao gasped hard:

Comrade Han Feng ...... Don't be impatient, you listen to me, listen to me...... The contact list and contact information of our underground comrades...... And, some of the places where our anti-union team was still active at the end......"

Alas-

Han Feng knew that Zhao's choice was not wrong at all, and it was wiser to be able to successfully receive this information at this moment than to be blindly emotional.

Zhao's injury, in fact, needless to say, Han Feng can also see that only his last breath is left.

"Okay, Comrade Shangzhi, you say, I remember everything." Han Feng is no longer a mother-in-law.

Zhao smiled appreciatively......