Looting is a technique, like interrogation - when it comes to getting information from the mouth of a prisoner, most people's first reaction is to use violence, in fact, torture is only the preserve of sadists and killers, it is basically useless at all, and it can make things go badly - and the same is true of the results of robbery. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info For a person who wears a gold necklace around his neck, a direct move may work, but the real rich always hide their main wealth very well, and no matter how much violence is applied, these guys don't spit out half a relevant word.

A more effective and technical approach must be changed. A competent interrogator will first create some false impression before taking a confession from a prisoner, so that the prisoner feels that he has no hope of escape and freedom; Causing the prisoner to lose judgment and become anxious about what will happen next during questioning; Finally, make sure that the prisoner fully understands that their only hope is to open their mouths and confess.

The same goes for looting. Intimidation, deception, blackmail, and blackmail are more effective than force at all times, but inducement is the most important means. The extorted person must be made to think that the property is surrendered only of his own will, so that the possible trouble can be minimized.

"To ensure that our valued guests are not frightened in any way." Qin Lang changed the word to call his captives - of course only those with extortion value, "As for our soldiers, if they really have time, let them immediately start clearing the ruins." ”

Clearing the rubble, burning or burying the bodies needs to be done as soon as possible. The Philippines is a hot place, and it's summer, and it only takes a few days, or even a dozen hours, for those corpses to decompose, and the disease will arise and quickly develop into a small-scale plague. Unfortunately, his mercenaries will be the first victims.

What if bacteria and viruses were allowed to do what the Spanish soldiers could not do...... Without a doubt, that would be the greatest tragedy of the war.

Several commanders are also worried about the obvious threat, although their judgment of the situation is not optimistic. "It's easy to clean up corpses in the city, but what about corpses in the moat? They have been soaking there for some time, and our soldiers are clearly not going to go into the water to salvage them. ”

Asking a group of soldiers fighting for money to salvage the bodies that had become swollen by the river soaking, even if it was for their health and safety, and the people knew it all, was a bit difficult: for no other reason than instinct, the soldiers would resist orders.

However, Qin Lang had other arrangements. "Let the Filipinos be in charge of salvaging those bodies. Aguinaldo should have been well aware of the threat of the plague—and if he wasn't, warn him. ”

"I'll let him know right away." Fan. Dean replied.

Qin Lang nodded, and finally said, "From now on, you are fully responsible for this. I need to take a break. Don't bother me until dinner starts. ”

"But the battle for Castle Santiago continues......"

"That's not a concern anymore." He looked at his watch, "Gentlemen, in ten minutes, the battle will be over and Manila will return to calm." However, you must remember that no one is allowed to enter the castle unless they have permission from Commander McCain of the SWAT force. ”

After speaking, Qin Lang strode out of the command post, leaving the commanders looking at each other.

This reaction is normal and not surprising: like ordinary mercenaries, the senior commanders are equally unaware of the nature of the SWAT unit and the power of the poison gas. In their eyes, Commander McCain and his soldiers are just a bunch of strange characters wearing bizarre rubber masks, not the most ferocious and defenseless special killers in the world at the moment. The same was true of the Spanish soldiers in the fortress of Santiago.

Even at the moment when SWAT units began firing gas bombs, Colonel Campos and his associates remained unaware of the threat of death. The threat became apparent only when the mixture of mustard and Lewis gas spread around and devoured the soldiers guarding the castle, but it was already too late.

The Spanish soldiers trapped in the vapors of poison gas were incapacitated in a very short time - although Lewis gas was easily hydrolyzed and had low toxicity in the vapor state, it was able to work quickly. The rest of the "work" is done by mustard gas - in a few hours, it will flare up, sending the poisoned person to God.

Commander McCain was happy with this combination, otherwise he would have had to wait for hours or even all day to see the target incapacitated, or fire thousands of Lewis gas shells to compensate for its toxicity. Still, he ordered the SWAT team to fire hundreds of shells to make sure that no one in the castle would survive.

There is no other reason for this, except that Lewis gas and mustard gas are erosive gases, so even if the poisoned are lucky enough to survive, they will live in pain forever, and only death can bring them relief. But the mercenaries had no gas masks or hazmat suits to protect them from entering the castle to help the poor enemy, and the commander didn't want his team members to see too many festering bodies and have a psychological shadow, so the only way was to increase the gas concentration.

McCain was a devout Christian, always kind, and loved to help others. As long as someone is in trouble, he will do everything he can to help them.

Of course, not all problems he was capable of solving, such as the poignant, creepy screams that were echoing in the air, and he could not stop the Spaniards from making these sounds, there was nothing he could do.

"You'd better step back away, or find a plug to plug your ears." In the end, McCain could only advise the pale mercenaries, even though the solution he had come up with was of little avail.

The voices could be heard throughout the city, and even outside the city, and they were clear enough to convince some that the screams were coming from their side. None of them were able to keep their faces good, and some fainted outright.

"It's like standing on the edge of hell." A senior commander commented.

"Nope." Fan. Dean looked at him with a bitter look on his face, "We're already in hell." ”

However, even though he was already in a hell, Qin Lang was still able to sleep well, as if the Spanish howl was just someone else's hallucination...... Of course, he didn't really care about the voices, and there was only one thing that made him very unhappy: that damn dream that the damn time traveler had made, and it was coming again.

So Qin Lang woke up from his deep sleep, and then fell into deep thought, trying to figure out the meaning of the dream that reappeared—it must have portended something. However, his speculation lasted only a few moments, probably only a few minutes. Qin Lang felt that it was almost impossible to know the intentions of a madman, it was just a waste of time, and now, he had many more important things to consider.

For example, gold and silver in the Manila vault. Although they were lying there quietly, waiting for him to bring them to the United States, Qin Lang couldn't wait to know the exact amount of these precious metals and whether they were really worth as much as he had originally estimated.

40 million dollars. I wish the Spaniards had so much money.

Then Qin Lang thought of his other vault, the private property held by the wealthy Spaniards in Manila, cash, jewelry, bank deposit certificates, credit certificates, state bonds, as well as real estate deeds and bills...... All of them, he was going to get the Spaniards to hand them all over, and there was nothing left.

He was able to do this, although time was a little tight - a third of the forty-day mission had passed under the contract, and the Federal Army, which was ready to replace the mercenaries, was certainly on its way, but he was able to squeeze the Spaniards out of the way in the remaining time. Qin Lang listened attentively to the howl in the wind. They are helping him with his plan, and the lovely Spanish lambs must have been scared to death. A good start.

As for the rest, it will be done by the mercenaries, and the Filipinos can also provide some help.

Qin Lang picked up the bell on the table and called the guards outside the door in. "Convey my new order to the commanders, and as soon as the placement of the prisoners is completed, begin to spread rumors among them. The Filipinos are asking us to hand over all prisoners of war to them, and Rear Admiral and I are considering acceding to that request. ”

Rumors can strike fear into the plutocrats, and they will believe it without reservation. Why not? The Spaniards ruled the Philippines for hundreds of years, did many things, created many tragedies, and there were too many old and new accounts with which the Filipinos were waiting to settle accounts with them; There are also the Chinese in the Philippines, who have more bills, enough to bring about a thorough purge. And for the Spaniards, it was very unfortunate that the American general in Manila happened to be a Chinese.

A Chinese-American general, will he support his compatriots? No doubt. Is it possible for him to change his mind? Of course, but it takes some push, some exchange.

The Spaniards will soon know what they should do. (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )