In the cell of the Rock Gendarmerie.

Liu Cheng was tied to a cross stake, his eyes closed.

There were no obvious scars on his body, but the clothes on his body were soaked with sweat and wet against his body.

Two Japanese soldiers in white shirts stood nearby, sweating profusely.

One of them had a wooden hammer in his hand, and the other a book more than an inch thick.

In the past two hours, Liu Cheng has received at least 500 blows.

Striking the body with a wooden hammer while holding a book does not leave obvious scars, but the pain is greater than the direct blow of a torture instrument such as a leather whip.

Every time the hammer was smashed, Liu Cheng's internal organs were twisted together, and he couldn't breathe in pain.

At this time, the man had already changed into a Japanese military uniform, sat comfortably on a chair not far away, and looked at Liu Cheng who had fallen into a coma with great interest.

The rank of second lieutenant on the man's shoulders has already proven his identity--- commander of the Japanese army stationed in Panshi, Masao Nagahira.

At the signal of Nagahira Masao, the two Japanese soldiers splashed Liu Cheng up with cold water.

One of them stepped forward and pinched Liu Cheng's chin and asked viciously:

"Bastard! Who the hell are you? What are you doing here?! ”

Liu Cheng weakly opened his eyes to look at the Japanese soldier in front of him, and then looked at Nagahira Masao, who was sitting not far away, with a smile on his face:

"Didn't he say it? Lao Tzu is your ancestor! ”

"Bang!"

In the next second, he received another heavy hammer on his stomach, and he was pinned to his chest in one breath, and he couldn't vomit for half a day.

Liu Cheng could clearly feel that his two ribs had been cracked, and every time he breathed, he would have severe pain.

At this time, Nagahira Masao suddenly shouted to stop the Japanese soldier who had already picked up the wooden hammer and was about to smash it down again, stood up and slowly walked in front of Liu Cheng, and said in a gentle voice:

"Why bother? You won't be able to survive for long; Hitting the body with a wooden hammer against the book is not heavy, but it can damage the internal organs to the greatest extent.

Moreover, after this repeated blowing, your fat and muscle layers will slowly separate from the bones, forming a vacuum in between.

If it is not treated in time, the flesh will slowly decay, and little by little it will rot from the inside to the surface of the skin.

As long as there are enough of such injuries, they can take your life away before the skin on your body shows signs of decay. ”

Liu Cheng looked directly into the eyes of Nagahira Masao, gritted his teeth and took a breath, and said disdainfully:

"Then let's see if your ancestor dies first, or if you die first!"

Changping Masao only smiled slightly when he heard Liu Cheng's words, as if he didn't know what anger was, and still looked at Liu Cheng with a smile and said:

"Since that's the case, then you can enjoy it slowly."

As he spoke, he turned and pointed to his head at the two Japanese soldiers, and sat down in the chair again.

The two Japanese soldiers understood, put down the book and wooden hammer in their hands, turned around and took a ball of milky white things, and unfolded it in front of Liu Cheng.

Liu Cheng knew that thing, the treated animal bladder would suffocate people faster than a plastic bag when put on the head.

The Japanese soldier found the opening of his bladder, grabbed another handful of red powder and stuffed it in.

Then, together with another Japanese soldier, he stretched the bladder opening and put it on Liu Cheng's head.

Although Liu Cheng subconsciously held his breath for the first time, after a minute, he still couldn't hold on and took a breath.

The feeling of powdered chili noodles entering the respiratory tract is not at all something that a spicy person can describe.

Immediately afterwards, snot and tears flowed out of Liu Cheng's eyes and nostrils at the same time, and they were sucked into his mouth and nose the next time.

The pain of suffocation is indescribable.

Liu Cheng's neck was bruised, and even his exposed skin was red, and after struggling for more than ten seconds, he fell into a coma again.

Two Japanese soldiers took the bladder off Liu Cheng's head and immediately poured a bucket of cold water on his face.

This was not to wake him up immediately, but to flush his airways with water so that he could live longer.

After a while, Liu Cheng, who was still in a coma, began to cough violently, choking on a reddish liquid from his mouth and nose at the same time.

There is chili powder, and there is also blood oozing from damaged respiratory tracts.

At the same time, Baicaotang.

It was already past ten o'clock at night, but Qian Lu was like an ant on a hot pot, going around the house.

Two hours had passed since the time he had agreed with Liu Cheng, which showed that Liu Cheng's plan had failed and that the people had fallen into the hands of the enemy.

Although Qian Lu was reluctant to admit it in his heart, this was already an unchangeable fact.

If it weren't for that, Liu Cheng would have been standing in front of him a long time ago.

However, Qian Lu didn't know how to rescue.

Although he knew that the most likely thing was in the cell of the gendarmerie, how could he get people out?

There were indeed a few soldiers from the independent battalion in Baicaotang, but the reason why they were sent here at that time was because of their poor training performance, and they had not conducted any training for such a long time, how could they deal with fifty-four Japanese soldiers?

Besides, there is also the security team that has just been formed, and there are forty or fifty people.

Even if those people kneel there and stretch their necks waiting for you to cut them, who dares to say that they can cut off a human head with a single sword?

What makes Qian Lu most helpless is that at this time, he has no one to discuss, so he can only figure out a way by himself.

Just then, there was a sudden knock on the door outside.

Qian Lu asked angrily:

"Who!"

The man outside the door seemed to be taken aback, and it took two seconds before replying:

"It's me, Qin Lu."

Qian Lu's head "buzzed" and almost lifted the table.

In this case, how could he be in the mood to deal with Qin Lu?

In desperation, he could only suppress the anxiety in his heart, and said in a calm tone as much as possible:

"Miss Qin, I'm already asleep, let's talk about it tomorrow if I have something."

But Qin Lu didn't intend to let him go, and continued:

"Open the door, I know you didn't sleep."

Qian Lu had no choice but to go over and open the door and let Qin Lu in.

Qin Lu turned around and closed the door, asked in a low voice with a calm face:

"He's back, isn't he?"

Qian Lu was stunned for a moment, and then shook his head:

"Miss Qin, I've said it many times, as long as there is news, I will tell you immediately, if he comes back, how can I hide it from you? It's too late, you better go back and rest first, I'm going to sleep too. ”

Qin Lu didn't answer her words, but walked straight to the table, pulled out a chair and sat down, and said calmly:

"I found traces of dragging heavy objects in the backyard this afternoon, although someone has dealt with them, but in my eyes, they are still clear."