"It's been three days!"

Li Jiaping, who was already accustomed to this foul smell in a water prison full of feces and the like, saw the sunlight through the small window and knew that he had been locked up here for a day and a night.

Yesterday, when I was still in school, I got instructions from the teacher to ask him and two other classmates to send a batch of weapons to Zhenjiang, but as soon as I arrived in Zhenjiang with those guns, I was surrounded by Qing soldiers.

I wanted to resist but didn't bring a gun, although there was a gun in the box, but the gun and bullets were packed in a box that needed a skid, but as soon as I reacted, I was hit by the group of Qing soldiers who pounced on the head, and when I woke up, I was locked in a cell.

The prisoners who interrogated them did not directly roast them as they imagined, but directly stripped them of their clothes, and then ordered him and his classmates to stand facing the corner, with their hands raised behind their necks, and their bodies should be straight, not allowed to move, not allowed to speak, and they stood for several hours at a time, as long as they moved, the leather whip stained with chili water would be pumped.

Standing there with a ** body, letting them talk and laugh on the side, and even occasionally someone would touch their buttocks, at that time, the embarrassment in their hearts only made people feel ashamed and just wanted to hit their heads to death, and they were not subject to such insults, and stood there in a posture, facing the wall for a few hours, that uncomfortable feeling now that I think about it, it also made Li Jiaping feel palpitations.

Every minute, I feel that my arms, feet and head are getting heavier and heavier, every part of my body, even the joints of my fingers, are like being pressed by something weighing thousands of pounds, I am covered in cold sweat, and finally the skin and flesh itch again, like thousands of ants crawling and biting on my body, just want to move, the person next to me will shout when I whip it, and cut off my head if I move again. After standing for an unknown amount of time, he was taken to the interrogation room, and only then did he know that the Manchu had already noticed them.

The Whampoa Sports School is gathering troops in the name of fake sports, they are sending weapons to the rebels in Zhenjiang, and so on...... The people who interrogated him knew almost everything, and Li Jiaping, who was shocked, just explained that the physical education school was indeed a physical education school, and the guns they got were stolen from the school's gun store, and the reason why they came here was to sell these guns to pay off their debts.

When he was interrogating him, the official who interrogated him finally shot a big bulb in his eyes all night, never stopped, and the man even triumphantly told him that it didn't matter if he recruited or not, because they already had enough evidence, and his accomplices had already begun to confess, if he was stubborn to the end and refused to confess, then don't say that it was him, even his family would be difficult to protect, and the Nine Clans would be punished!

They will never recruit, if it weren't for the last bottom line in his heart to support Li Jiaping there, I don't know how many times he almost wanted to recruit, he knew that he couldn't recruit, once he did, it would be complete.

Then he was thrown into this water prison full of and urine, and kept maggots as company, where he stayed for hours.

"Dog, fish him out! Rinse clean! ”

The cell door opened, accompanied by the shouts of the Qing soldiers, he was pulled out of the water prison, a bucket of water poured on his body washed away the stench on his body, and Li Jiaping, who was lying on the ground, was dragged by the two of them until he was dragged to a cell.

In a small, yellowed hut, sat two people. These two people are wearing official uniforms and braids, and when Li Jiaping appeared, these two people immediately came to their senses, and it seemed that for them, this was a very happy thing. Li Jiaping, who was lying on the ground, looked around, this was a torture room, there were all kinds of torture instruments in it, and he was still going to be punished, thinking of what he would encounter next, he just sighed in his heart.

"Li Jiaping"

The official in the six-rank official robe cleared his throat and nodded, nodding at the torture equipment there.

"If you recruit words, you can naturally avoid the pain of flesh and skin!"

After a short, waiting silence, Li Jiaping shook his head.

"Back to ...... Back to adults, I ...... I don't have any rebellion at all! ”

There was a pause, and one of the officials couldn't help it.

"Li Jiaping, a native of Xuzhou Mansion, a family letter from Xuzuo Gushun Street, his father ......"

The slightly skinny official read the information of Li Jiaping's family word by word, and his emotionless voice only made Li Jiaping's heart tremble.

"Li Jiaping, this official has also read the book of sages in you, if you recruit it, you can deal with it leniently, if you don't recruit it, or if you finally suffer from the flesh and skin, this official really has no choice, this rebellion can be a big crime of the nine clans! You've figured it out! ”

"The family is innocent, how can there be a reason to be guilty!"

Li Jiaping shook his head.

Whimpering screams resounded in the torture chamber as Li Jiaping was tied to a position where his feet were higher than his head, his face covered by a towel, and next to him a soldier was pouring water on his face. Every second, Li Jiaping's mind would have the feeling that he was about to suffocate and drown, the cold water kept pouring into his throat, and the towel made him unable to spit out the water, and every minute and every second seemed to be dying.

More than 50 hours ago, Li Jiaping was a Whampoa student full of the ideal of recovering the nation, but now he has become a prisoner who is enjoying all kinds of torture, and his will is constantly being challenged. In a room next to the torture room, the fate of the same person has also changed, but his fate has changed a few months ago, Zhang Jing looked at the student who had been tortured for three hours with satisfaction.

It is necessary for these students of the Scouting Class to be punished, they will be the first to be sent to the interior of the Manchus, and what is appropriate to use appropriate torture to screen them in advance and to confirm that they are strong enough to resist even greater pressure? It is based on the principle of not causing disability, leaving no scars, and not hurting internal organs. In addition to this principle, punishment can be arbitrarily applied.

The sound of whimpering moans, whips, and the screams of the tiger chair kept coming out of the torture room, and Li Jiaping, who was enjoying all kinds of special treatment, did not know that the "Manchu prison" they were in was actually a secret base under the Reconnaissance Headquarters of the Liberation Army, which was only established half a year ago to collect information from the Manchu Qing Dynasty and at the same time monitor the interior of the Liberation Army.

Although Zhang Jing is a layman, what he has mastered is only the military reconnaissance training received by Sun Tzu in the Art of War and Hell Island, and perhaps the only formal training he received is the "police" training he and the first batch of detective headquarters cadres received at the Jianghuai Road Mine Police Department, responsible for training their former Concession Inspector Clifton, who can barely be regarded as an agent of an intelligence agency, twenty years ago, He worked for the British Department of Topographic Surveying and Statistics, perhaps the world's first modern long-standing intelligence agency.

Although it has only been three months since Clifton's training ended, Zhang Jing, the half-person in charge of the intelligence agency, still worked hard to fulfill the boss's requirements and established an intelligence network in Yanjing, Tianjin, Shanghai, Nanjing, Ma'anshan, and Wuhan.

Li Jiaping, who was faltering, was pushed into the courtyard by two Qing soldiers, looking at the gun holes on the sandbags piled up on the side of the courtyard, and the blood splattered on the sandbags, Li Jiaping, who knew what he was about to face, understood what he was going to face.

"Now you have one last chance! If you confess, you still have a chance to live! ”

The interrogator's questioning was just to change Li Jiaping shook his head lightly, he even shook off the Qing soldiers who were looking at the position, and walked towards the sandbag by himself, at this time he was no longer full of **, but he was wearing a rag shirt, and when he walked to the sandbag, Li Jiaping turned around and looked at those Qing soldiers, and even squeezed out some contemptuous smiles on his face.

"Li Jiaping! People in Xuzhou are guilty of rebellion, and there is no forgiveness for killing according to the law! ”

Saying that, the Qing officer took out the revolver from his waist, raised his hand, and pointed the muzzle of the gun at Li Jiaping's head, the head was only half a foot away from the muzzle.

“…… We will defend the flag of this nation to the death. The blood-stained battle flag is raised to the sky, and we swear the way forward, come! Prison, guillotine, this is our farewell song, blood-stained blood flags raised to the sky, a solemn oath. Cowards who are afraid of death should go, and we will protect the flag of this nation to the death......"

When the captives were aimed at Li Jiaping, Li Jiaping's eyes widened, looking at the muzzle of the black hole, although he was a little afraid, he sang this song in his heart, from the time he swore to the blood flag, he knew that maybe one day he would walk to the guillotine, and the blood stained the flag of the nation, but he never thought that it would be so early.

"It's a pity that I couldn't get it all right!"

As the clock ticked by, the man was not busy shooting, and while his right eye was aiming, his slightly squinted left eye was observing the expression of the person in front of him in the face of death, in order to see if he was qualified.

"Bang!" The gun rang out, and a wisp of smoke came out of the muzzle, but Li Jiaping was still standing, standing calmly.

Only those who are mentally strong enough can withstand this game of death.

"That's it! You have one last chance, to recruit or not! ”

"There is no way to recruit it!"

When Li Jiaping said this, he saw that the Qing army officer opened the chamber of the revolver, withdrew the cartridge casing, and then reloaded the bullet, and the bullet that flashed copper light was so dazzling under the lights in the courtyard.

Once again, the muzzle of the gun was pointed directly at Li Jiaping's head, looking at the muzzle of the gun that was close at hand, Li Jiaping's haggard and devastated face showed a faint smile.

“…… Cowards who are afraid of death can go ......"

Looking at Li Jiaping in the courtyard who was calmly facing death through the window, Zhang Jing nodded with satisfaction, and then put a check mark on the file with his hand, three people, two checks, and a cross sign, and that person was eliminated.

This time, instead of waiting for the gunshots, he was taken to an office where a man in a suit sat and Zhang Jing pointed to a chair in front of the desk.

"Sit!"

Sitting at the table, looking at the blue, yellow and red tricolor flag hanging down on the wall, Li Jiaping, who had already calmly faced death, was confused. The tricolor, like the blood flag, was engraved in his mind.

Blue symbolizes the blue sky, yellow symbolizes the descendants of Yan and Huang, and the color of blood represents this blood-stained land, the blood-stained land where the blood of the ancestors of Yan and Huang under the slaughtering knife of 200 million tragic deaths was red.

The addition of the three colors is black, which corresponds to the red to symbolize the iron-blooded spirit, and the three-color division is white, and the blue corresponds to symbolizes innocence.

How could this flag, which only flutters in schools, be in the cage of Jianyu? There were doubts, but he didn't say anything, maybe it was another trap.

"First of all, please allow me to express my apologies for all that has happened to you!"

Zhang Jing smiled slightly, and then began to explain everything to Li Jiaping.

“…… I hope you understand the necessity of this interrogation, that we are fighting an existential war against a brutal and merciless enemy, in which both we and our enemies will do whatever it takes, and the test of torture will help us win this war! ”

Looking at the people in front of him in surprise, after suffering 72 hours of inhumane torture, Li Jiaping not only did not have the slightest resentment, but even rejoiced in his heart that a nightmare had finally woken up, and this nightmare turned out to be just a test for them, and such a test was for their nation.

"Okay, anyway, congratulations, Second Lieutenant Li Jiaping! Now that you have truly become a glorious national liberation fighter in this war, what you shoulder on your shoulders is no longer your personal honor and disgrace, but the future of the 450 million national compatriots! ”

After explaining for half an hour, Zhang Jing stood up and stretched his hand forward.

"Thank you, sir!"

Li Jiaping hurriedly got up and replied, he just wanted to get a good night's sleep.

"Second Lieutenant Li Jiaping, remember, you can't tell anyone, including your relatives and friends, what you have suffered here! Because this sacred secret is part of the training, there will be many people to be tested in the future, you know? If the secret is leaked, it may even affect whether we can win this war! ”

In the end, Zhang Jing said another sentence.

"It's sir!"

"Okay, Li Jiaping, go rest for a while! Tomorrow, you're going back to school! ”

The classrooms of Whampoa Sports School are very hot and humid in the summer. Despite the unusually hot weather outside, the windows of the classroom were closed, especially with neat white curtains from top to bottom, apparently to keep what was happening in the room from outsiders.

Nothing strange happened here, though. In the usual room, as if it were any other class, there were twenty-five students, all dressed as if they were one person, wearing thick, diagonal striped uniforms and high, strappy leather boots.

Unlike other classrooms or schools in Kita, the attendees don't record anything, because they don't even have notebooks or pens for running water.

A lecturer stepped down from the podium, not tall, with a flat head shaved in the style of a Hell Island. He wore a training uniform that was no different from theirs, the only difference was that he was not wearing the squeaky brass spiked leather boots that squeaked when he walked, but a pair of ordinary cloth shoes.

Zhang Jing, who was standing on the podium, looked very calm when he spoke.

"I know all of your personal circumstances, and you know why you're here! You can look around you, and you may notice that there are some people missing. ”

He paused for a moment, leaving time for the twenty-five students to look at each other. The information sent back from the capital made him have to send these students to Beiyang in advance to enter the Qing political axe, Yuan Shikai deservedly became the pillar of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and he had to send someone to enter before he became a climate.

"You know, why they're not here, just because they didn't pass the test, maybe you say, why do you want to get that kind of test? I've already told you the meaning of the test, and you know the saying "Go away to the cowards who are afraid of death"! Those who can remain here are the real elite of this nation, and you should listen carefully and remember: I warn you, records are absolutely not allowed. ”

Zhang Jing coughed, looked around at the five listeners, and continued very seriously.

"You will be sent to the north after graduation, you have your own family channels, and of course I will also provide you with channels to get into the Manchu regime, maybe in officialdom, maybe in the army, in short, in any position, for a common purpose, that is, for the liberation of this nation!"

The trainees sitting upright looked at the commander on the stage without moving, they already knew their future whereabouts, the Detective Department of the Liberation Army, but the sign hung up was "The Second Investigation Division of the Police Department of the Jianghuai Road Mining Company".

"You may wonder why you can't be like your classmates, in the future battlefield for bloodshed and sacrifice, fight against the enemy, you must know one thing, you will be on the battlefield, is far more cruel, more dangerous, more responsible than the ordinary sense of the battlefield, this battlefield is directly related to whether we can win this war, and in the future you need to face countless temptations, official position, money, Female sexuality and so on are innumerable temptations that will be put before you by our enemies, consciously or unconsciously. ”

Looking at the students in the audience, Zhang Jing's expression became very serious, and he stared at him with his hands on the podium.

"When you face these temptations, when your will is shaken, I want you to remember one thing about who you are! Why break into the enemy camp! What is your mission! That's probably the only piece of advice I can give you! ”

(To be continued)