The devil cooed and talked to the puppet army standing guard.

Yang Chaoran understood their Japanese-style Chinese, and it turned out that there were members of the gendarmerie who were going to enter the prison and interrogate the prisoners overnight.

The weather was hot, and mosquitoes were very rampant at night, and a few little devil soldiers, despite their fart hats, still stamped their feet, waved their hands, and fluttered at the mosquitoes.

In this way, Yang Chaoran has a chance!

He took advantage of the devil to talk to the puppet army in front of him, and when he was fighting mosquitoes in the car later, he gently rushed through the darkness.

Got under the truck!

After a while, the devils finished speaking, got back on the motorcycles and trucks, and the puppet army opened the gate, and the vehicles rushed in.

Fortunately, the puppet army set up the prison very tightly, and when it was opened, several people from the prison director and the chief guard needed to come out to match the key, so that the devil would have delayed time, otherwise, Yang Chaoran would have to find another time.

Under the truck, Yang Chaoran straightened his body, stepped on the iron pole in front of him with both feet, grabbed the things above with both hands, stuck to the bottom of the car, and followed the truck into the prison.

After a while, the devils got off the trucks and motorcycles and walked around, and the prison warden and others hurriedly led the devils towards the depths of the prison.

Near the trucks and motorcycles, there was only one devil guarding.

Yang Chaoran took the enemy brigade away, and quietly got out of the car and got out.

On the top of the prison, there is a turret with searchlights on it, swaying in all directions.

The lights of the motorcycles and trucks were extinguished, and the devil was walking around with a rifle on his back, and the footsteps and figure were clearly seen by Yang Chaoran.

After waiting a little, Yang Chaoran found that the puppet army that came to greet him had retreated.

They went outside the prison and continued to stand guard.

The gate is locked.

Now, in the prison compound, there is only a truck, a motorcycle, and a devil is shaking.

Yang Chaoran didn't move him.

Instead, wait for the enemy to turn around, quietly pass through the darkness, and slip in.

Soon, I heard the angry shouts of devils over there, and some people screamed.

The prison is very large, there are two rows of cells, there is a crossroads in front of it, Yang Chaoran turned around for a long time, and found that the devil shook the flashlight, and with the help of the prison director and guards, turned to the north.

Yang Chaoran followed them in the dark.

Over there, a small building, and a bungalow, are stacked on top of each other.

A devil greeted him, and dragged a few prisoners into the bungalow next to the small building.

Interrogation room!

Yang Chaoran took advantage of the light of the searchlight on the top of the prison turret to find the wooden sign in front of the bungalow and the handwriting on it.

There were two devils standing guard outside.

Yang Chaoran couldn't enter, so he turned back and went to the original prison house.

Here, a flashlight was shaking, and two guards were shining triumphantly, slamming into some rooms from time to time, triumphantly.

Someone cursed, and so did the two guards.

These houses are very sturdy, made of huge bricks and white lime, cement, and the top is a very strong enclosed structure.

In the middle were the corridors, and on both sides, each cell was tightly sealed, only half a man high, with a door with a small window, and the rough steel bars in the windows were suffocating.

"Hey, you bastards, still won't confess? Hehe, Qianxiu Taijun is here, I will interrogate you one by one, you have to be comfortable! ”

"Yes, everyone, I'll show you your faces, see who can get through, who sits in the electric chair, who eats the whip, who sits on the tiger chair!"

The two guards laughed and cursed, intimidating the people in the cell.

There was a clear smell of foulness in the prison cell and in the corridors.

Yang Chaoran turned his back to the side and threw it over with a piece of soil.

"Huh? Who? ”

A guard approached.

Yang Chaoran was waiting around the corner.

The guards came, very professional, very alert, cautiously looking sideways and shining a flashlight.

Unfortunately, all this didn't work!

Yang Chaoran pounced out from below like lightning, and before the guards could react, they had already punched him in the stomach.

The guard, who was speechless in pain, was not paralyzed before Yang Chaoran stood up, grabbed his throat with one hand, and punched him the temple, knocking him unconscious.

Throwing this guard to the ground, Yang Chaoran quickly took his flashlight, shone it at the guard over there, and scolded bitterly in Japanese.

"Huh? Taijun? Are you misunderstood? ”

The guards over there came.

Yang Chaoran shone a flashlight into his eyes, he couldn't open them, he could only bow his head, and they didn't dare to turn on his flashlight.

Yang Chaoran took the initiative to greet the past, and kept turning on and off the flashlight, so that the light was bright and dimmed, so that the traitor guards could not see clearly at all.

When he arrived, the guard hurriedly bowed: "Hayi, Taijun, may I ask, you?" ”

Yang Chaoran smashed this guy with a punch.

Immediately, he changed into the guard's clothes and became a traitor guard.

The two guards have keys on their bodies.

The flashlight looked at it and took the key to himself.

He quickly shone a flashlight back and forth at the window of the prison cell, looking inside.

Most of the prisoners were handcuffed and shackled, and some were chained to iron hooks on the walls in the cells.

The smell of blood was strong, and many prisoners were dying.

Looking at the key, I found that there was a sticky white paper on it, marked with the number.

He quickly opened one and threw the guard in.

After thinking about it, kill people directly.

trampled off the necks of the two traitor guards with his foot.

If you win the battle, you can take prisoners, but now, you can't take prisoners!

Hiding the two bodies with the filthy straw of wheat in the house, he came out.

"What about people? Lee Ji-shin in cell No. 13 arraigned! "Outside, someone shouted.

Immediately, a guard came over, followed by a ghost soldier, the guard held a flashlight, and the ghost soldier followed behind with a rifle.

Yang Chaoran just locked the door, turned his back to the outside, squinted slightly, and saw them.

"Hey, why did you open the door without permission?"

The guard rushed over and yelled angrily.

The devil soldier also ran nervously.

Yang Chaoran turned around, "Baga! You're yelling at me too? ”

Yang Chaoran slapped the traitor in the face that was not guarded, because the force was too great, the traitor's sturdy physique, which was more than 150 pounds, suddenly fell and rolled.

"You? You! ”

The devil soldier went up from his shoulder to get his rifle.

Yang Chaoran hurriedly bowed, "Hash, Taijun!" ”

When he bowed, Yang Chaoran swooped forward!

Whoosh, an afterimage, the ghost soldier didn't see it clearly, and he didn't have any psychological preparation, so he felt like he was flying.

He hit the ground, numb and sore, without any strength!

Yang Chaoran lifted the guard's head and touched it on the ground a few times, until his head made a sound of rotten walnuts.

As for the devils, they don't even have the strength to shout.

It fell too badly.

Without waiting for him to recover, Yang Chaoran broke his neck.

The two bodies were thrown into the room again.

No. 13 Li Zhixin?

Yang Chaoran opened the No. 13 prison cell and found a middle-aged man with a bloated face, covered in blood, lying motionless on the wheat straw field.