Many years later, at the food stall at night, the platoon leader seemed to notice something, put down his wine glass and looked at the scars on my face and hands.

The particularly striking wound on my left hand, on the palm of my hand, is particularly scary even if it has healed.

The platoon commander's throat squirmed twice, and I saw his eyes flush again.

I laughed at how he hadn't seen him for a few years, and he couldn't move like a girl, and his eyes watered.

I picked up my glass and gestured to touch one, then looked up at the stars in the sky - "Platoon commander, do you remember our military song?" ”

"Of course I remember that."

Yes, I really knowingly asked, maybe I was asking myself, how can we forget the songs that we have been singing in our throats for a few years?

Maybe in this impetuous and snobbish city, many things will be forgotten.

Since that time on the playground, I feel a lot cleaner, and I was then placed in a six-person room, and later I learned that the most ordinary and most common room in this prison is this kind of six-person room, no one here delivers food, and when we get to the meal, we will be unified to a cafeteria to eat, and those meals, I don't want to say more, you can Baidu the characteristics of the curry country.

Almost all of the prisoners held here are foreigners, and they must have known about me, and that one was in the limelight, and no one provoked me during this period, and no one said anything insulting to my country and my people.

It's been almost a week since the magpie and I met, and I couldn't help but want to get out of here, but my gut told me that the magpie wouldn't lie to me, and that I was going to live one day at a time.

And it turns out that my behavior during this period of time completely annoyed the officer.

While I was resting in my room, I was handcuffed and taken into an interrogation room, where the officer stared at me with a gloomy expression.

This time, I know, this guy is angry, he didn't expect that I, an ordinary little spy, had such a ability, one person knocked over four or five people, and beat a white man into a concussion plus a broken finger, I wanted to give me a warning, but I didn't expect to step on a nail, quite a frustration that I was pecked by the eagle after playing with the eagle all my life.

It's not surprising that he's starting to doubt my identity, even if it's a fool.

The interrogation room was very spacious, with a lot of blood and washes on the floor, and a very blurry glass on the side wall that I couldn't see behind, but I could clearly see two figures looking at me from behind the glass.

I was chained to an interrogation chair, and then one of them gave me an electric baton, and I was trembling for more than ten seconds and was almost unconscious, and then one of them slapped me, and I came back to my senses.

The officer's voice was not loud, and he said slowly: "Tell me, who are you?" Who sent you? Where is the information? ”

I didn't bother to quibble, in fact, the power of the electric baton was so great that I felt that my mind was starting to blur, and the language was already difficult to organize.

I just watched him laugh, provocatively.

The officer waved his hand, and the man gave me another electric baton, this time for a longer time, and I forgot how long it had been, and not a single muscle in my body could not help spasming and twitching, and my mind went blank for an instant.

What do I hear in this state of unconsciousness?

A military song, a military song that all soldiers are familiar with, a military song that we sometimes shout before eating.

Its voice and melody were roared by hundreds of soldiers, and I could clearly see the young faces of hundreds of soldiers, it had been deeply engraved in my mind, and at this time, it was like a player who pressed the play button in my mind, was it a hallucination? I'm thinking about it now, it was an illusion.

I don't know how long it took, but a basin of water poured down my head, and I was clever.

The officer had crouched in front of me at some point, and I stared at his face, staring at him with the most vicious eyes of my life.

"How does it feel?"

I didn't speak, and continued to stare at him.

He laughed, then pulled a dagger from his waist and shook it in front of my eyes.

"I like this dagger very much, it was given to me by a comrade-in-arms from the military school, I like it very much, I just don't know how sharp it is."

I didn't have any reaction, I knew what he was going to do next, I wasn't afraid, as long as he didn't kill me, I would go out sooner or later, and I would kill him sooner or later.

He approached me, then grabbed my left hand, which was clung to the interrogation chair, and stabbed me hard.

"Ahh Grass mud horse!! I couldn't help but curse in Chinese. The pain at that moment made me sweat all over my body in an instant, and my whole body trembled.

My lips trembled and I said viciously, "Don't you want to get any information from me."

He didn't pull out the dagger at once, but bent over me and stared into my eyes, and I stared at him unconvinced.

"Very good, I like your stubbornness." As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and held the handle of the knife inserted in my hand, slowly moving it back and forth.

At that moment, my painful face twisted.

"Do you remember?"

"Don't try to get information from me!"

Then, he let go of his hand, took a few steps back and forth, and shook his head.

"Wrong answer."

He pulled out a pistol and pointed it at my forehead.

"You have one more chance."

I didn't speak, trembling and continued to look at him, I believe that my eyes at that time were like a vicious beast, a beast that could tear him apart at any time, I believe he also felt it, but he didn't coax at all, and most of those who could be officers would not coax.

But I just want to tell him that I am not afraid of him, I am not afraid of death, and that I am ready to die at any time the day I enter the special forces, and I am afraid that it is not worth dying.

He pulled the trigger, and I immediately closed my eyes, not expecting the loud gunshot.

It was replaced by a "ding" sound of a firing pin hitting the air.

I opened my eyes, a little puzzled.

The officer put away his gun: "You are a soldier!" ”

I still didn't pay attention to him, because I knew that this guy was cheating on me.

Then he unloaded the magazine in front of me, loaded it with a few bullets, loaded it into the gun, loaded it, and aimed it at my forehead again.

"I have limited time, and besides, I don't like, you know what I want."

The wound on my left hand was bleeding all the time, and the dagger was still in my hand, and he was very measured, knowing that if the dagger did not stop bleeding for a long time, I would probably bleed to death.

I stared at the muzzle of the black hole in front of me, come on, shoot, so that I can go to see Wang Li, this way of death, although aggrieved, although unlucky, I have nothing to say, this way is not heroic, not glorious, but I still have nothing to say.

It's my bad luck that Xiaochen died here today, but my heart will always yearn for my country, you don't want to get any clues from me, it's a big deal that Lao Tzu will still be a good man eighteen years later.

I looked at the muzzle in front of me, and it was likely that in the next second it would erupt into a ball of flames, and a projectile would burst out of the flames in an instant, and then shatter my skull, destroy my brain tissue, and then slowly stop in my head because of the decrease in power, forever in my head.

At this moment, the phone on the officer's desk rang, and he cursed, then picked up the phone, answered a few times, looked at me, and then put away his pistol hatefully.

I turned my head to look at the figure behind the glass, he seemed to be staring at me too, it was clear that he was the superior of this guy, and he didn't want me to die so soon.

The officer turned and sat down in his chair and gestured.

I started to be tortured, and most of the methods that you can see in movies are a lot more restrained in order to take care of the audience.

In fact, the torture was not only physically tortured, but also mentally tortured, they first shocked me, I passed out several times, my abdomen still has scars from the electric shock baton, and then the three fingernails of my left hand were pulled out, and I almost fell unconscious.

Waterboarding, electrocution, including their cutting off a piece of flesh on my already injured left arm, I survived.

When I couldn't bear it anymore, I always could echo that military song in my mind, it seemed to be very close, and it seemed to be far, far away, and my soul followed that military song, a military song, a distant military song.

Until I was thrown into the prison dormitory again, I didn't say a word except curse in Chinese.

I was lying on the floor of my dorm room, I had no strength at all, I was out of shape, my arms were bloody, and my fingernails had been pulled out three times.

I was suffering from the pain of piercing my heart all the time.

After a while, the guards called the doctor to bandage my wound and give me a few injections, and then got up and went out. He didn't care about my life or death, as if he didn't think I would die at all.

The rest of the room was watching all this, and they didn't understand why I was being tortured like this.

I lay on the ground for about half an hour, my mind was foggy for half an hour, and finally someone helped me up.

I lay on the bed panting and struggled to say "thank you"

He laid my legs out and said, "It's okay my friend, you need to get some rest now." ”

Then I heard the conversation of the others.

"Oh my god, what a mistake he made, and lo and behold, his nails were all pulled out"

"I think you'd better not bother and think about why you're locked up."

"Yes, I stole some of their secrets, it's almost an open secret, isn't it?"

"Hey, Murder, why are you helping this man, you must know that he has offended a lot of people."

Murd, the only person in this room who helped me.

Later I learned that he was from the country of Pakistan.