Petrovsky rolled over lazily, he had not slept so comfortably since he attended the commissar training class, and he worshipped the emergency assembly, the disgusting songs and long-distance running, and the shit-like five-kilometer armed cross-country.

It's so comfortable, it's so cool! In his sleep, he smiled happily, so beautiful that snot bubbles came out.

"This poor wretch!"

In front of Petrovsky stood two men with black hoods who could not see clearly, their eyes chilling under the dim oil lamp.

"This is the last one, isn't it?" One of the men in black hood asked.

"Well," the other nodded, "this kid is lucky, and he has a good night's sleep, you see, this kid is dreaming at first glance, and the guys in front of him are much more pitiful than him." ”

Another man in black hood snorted contemptuously: "Soon he will have a nightmare!" With that, he lifted a bucket of water and, without saying a word, poured it on Petrovsky's head.

"It's so cold!"

Petrovsky shivered in his sleep, he seemed to dream of a flood, the water was so big, he swam desperately, as if there was a shark chasing him behind him. Finally, when he couldn't swim anymore, he turned his head to see that it was not a shark chasing him, but Instructor Nikolayevich with gloomy eyes glowing green.

"Don't!"

Petrovsky bounced up with a spirit, and he realized that it was just a dream, but he was relieved just now, and saw two strong men in black hoods in front of him, rushing up without saying a word, and without waiting for him to resist, he tied him up with three strokes and five divisions.

"Who are you? What are you going to do? Petrovsky struggled desperately, "Let go of me, you bastards!" ”

The two strong men didn't pay any attention to him at all, and escorted him forward on their own, and then Petrovsky found out. The place where I am seems to be a prison cell. Countless comrades and comrades-in-arms were imprisoned in the iron-barred houses one by one, and strong men with black hoods constantly rushed into the cages and wrung out the comrades inside.

Walking through the dark corridor, with the fierce force of the two strong men behind him, he was pushed out of the hall. Petrovsky, who was tied into a dumpling, had no way to resist at all, and suddenly fell into a big fight.

"What the hell do you bastards want to do!" Petrovsky, who was smashed to the ground, suddenly scolded. "There's a kind of ...... to let grandpa go"

Before he could finish speaking, he was kicked heavily in the back, and the strong man with the hood stepped on him down. Then he was twisted up like a dead dog, and several mouths that split his head and face made him spin.

"Yo, another hard bone?" A high-pitched and caustic voice rang out, and the owner of the voice seemed to be giving orders to the two strong men: "I like hard bones the most." Drag him over! ”

Petrovsky was lifted up again, and when he looked up, he saw a masked man standing with his hands in his hands, as if looking at him.

Petrovsky was brought to the masked man and pressed to a stool, and although he couldn't see the masked man's expression under the mask, Petrovsky could guess that the other man seemed to be laughing.

"Who are you? What the hell do you want to do! Petrovsky asked angrily.

But the masked man didn't pay any attention to him at all, and said to himself, "Boy." It looks like you haven't figured out the situation yet. I'm the only one who can ask questions here, and you'd better be honest with your questions. Otherwise......"

Petrovsky asked nonchalantly, "How else?" ”

"How?" The masked man seemed to sneer, and suddenly opened a curtain, and as Petrovsky saw the scene on the other side of the curtain, his eyes were split.

At the end of the curtain were all kinds of torture instruments, a large gurgling oil pot, in which some bones or flesh and skin tissues were churning from time to time, a large burning charcoal basin, in which countless iron bars were inserted, not surprisingly it should be soldering iron, other barbed leather whips, bloody chains, towering guillotines, all kinds of unbelievable torture tools.

Of course, there are not only a large number of torture instruments here, but also a lot of tortured people, the most conspicuous of which is their instructor Nikolayevich, this damn devil instructor, was dragged by several strong men in front of a torture instrument similar to a guillotine, and two men wearing black hoods and naked upper bodies did not say a word, grabbed his right hand and fixed it in front of the guillotine, as if threatening him with something.

But apparently, Nikolayevich's answer did not satisfy them, and as the guillotine fell, a bloody arrow flew out, and Nikolayevich's right hand immediately separated from his wrist, followed by a terrifying howl of ghosts and wolves.

"Acquaintance, huh?" When Petrovsky was in a daze, the masked man slowly walked in front of him, showing a mouthful of white teeth gloomily, "This old bastard refuses to cooperate honestly, and has already enjoyed a lot of torture, how about it, you choose what to do?" ”

As the masked man snapped his fingers, a hooded man casually pulled open another curtain, this time without a scary torture instrument, behind which stood several coquettish beauties and a table of glittering gold.

Petrovsky looked at Nikolayevich, whose right hand was cut off, and then at the masked man beside him, his heart was full of doubts, and he didn't understand what was going on at all.

All he remembered was that his troops were suddenly attacked during the field training, and the enemy seemed to release some kind of poisonous gas, and then he didn't know anything.

"Hurry up and choose, we're short on time!" The masked man urged impatiently.

Shaking his head, Petrovich seemed to want to use this method to make himself sober, and at the same time, Nikolayevich, who had fainted to death in pain, had been woken up by the water, and he still refused to confess, and he was immediately dragged to the brazier, where his skin was sizzled by red soldering irons, and a scorching smell strongly stimulated Petrovsky's nerves.

"You beasts!" He roared, "What is there to do for me!" ”

The man in the face glanced at him contemptuously and said disdainfully: "Don't worry, if you don't cooperate, it will be your turn soon!" Saying that, he half-squatted in front of Nikolayevich and slapped him fiercely: "Think about it, you don't have many chances, if you don't open your mouth, your left hand can't be saved!" ”

Nikolayevich looked at the masked man with his dying eyes half-open, although he didn't say a word. But Petrovsky clearly saw in his eyes an indomitable will.

"If you don't see the coffin, you won't shed tears!" The mask sighed softly. Without hesitation, he commanded: "Do it!" Let him taste the oil pot! ”

Petrovsky never expected that there would be such a cruel person in the world, and the two men couldn't help but pick up Nikolayevich, grab his left hand, and plunge it into the hot oil pot.

With a stabbing sound, Nikolayevich let out an earth-shattering scream, even from a distant bystander. Petrovsky felt empathy, he closed his eyes and no longer dared to look at the cruel scene, until Nikolayevich, who was struggling violently, stopped shouting.

His left hand turned into a pitch-black charcoal-like object, and Petrovsky swallowed and foamed at the mouth. The shock of those few minutes was something he will never forget.

"Your Excellency, this old guy still refuses to speak, what should I do?" A hooded man asked.

The masked man snorted indifferently and ordered categorically: "Since his mouth is so hard that he would rather die than speak, then never open his mouth and gouge out his tongue!" ”

Petrovsky was strangely furious, he never thought that there would be such a cold-blooded and cruel person in this world. He struggled to get up from his stool. But the two men behind him immediately pressed him back again.

"Boy, don't be in too much of a hurry!" The masked man walked over with a sneer. Slap him on the cheek and say, "It's your turn soon!" Before that, take a good look at how to pick your tongue, and maybe you will enjoy it later. ”

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a hoarse roar from the other side, as if it was a beast in its death. Petrovsky could see that two hooded men used a set of tools to prop up Nikolayevich's mouth and put in a tool similar to a pair of pliers, and then red blood came out of his mouth, and at this time, Nikolayevich also began to resist desperately, but immediately he was held down by the two strong men behind him, until a bloody tongue was presented on a plate.

Petrovsky's muscles trembled, not from fear, but from anger, and he did not expect that the cruelty of the other party was far beyond his imagination. Seeing only the mask man lightly instructed: "It's quite fresh, it's baked for me on the fire, and I want to taste the difference between the Bolshevik tongue!" ”

Petrovsky erupted: "You devils, he is not a Bolshevik!" ”

The masked man said very calmly: "Very good, you are finally willing to speak." Of course I know that he is not a Bolshevik, so are you? ”

Petrovsky's chest rose and fell sharply: "So what? If you have any means, just come at me, if you blink, you will not be a real Bolshevik! ”

"It's arrogant!" The masked man let out a piercing sneer and pinched Petrovsky's face, "I really want to know how hard the Bolsheviks' mouths are!" After a pause, he took two steps back and ordered, "Execution!" ”

Before Petrovsky could understand what was going on, the strong man behind him pounced on him and, without saying a word, tied him to a bench.

"This is an ancient punishment from the mysterious East, called the Tiger Chair!" The masked man pointed to the bricks next to him and said with a sneer: "See, wait a while and put these bricks under your legs, the more cushions you have, the more painful it will be, and if you are not careful, your knee joints will be completely destroyed." Hehe, think clearly, if you don't want to be disabled for the rest of your life, then ...... obediently"

Petrovsky smacked hard, "You want me to betray the party, you are delusional!" ”

The masked man seemed to be irritated by Petrovsky's arrogant attitude, and with a wave of his hand he ordered: "Get bricks!" ”

A...... Two pieces ...... Three ......

At first, it was fine, but as the bricks under his heels became more and more padded, the heart-rending pain in his knees made Petrovsky feel like pins and needles, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans rolled down his forehead one by one.

The masked man spoke again: "How's it going, it tastes good, right?" I warn you, this is just the beginning, and with a brick or two, your knees are all over. As he spoke, he gently held out a finger under Petrovsky's heel.

When he arrived, Petrovsky felt as if his knee had been completely broken, and even a gap the size of a finger would make him worse than dead, if he really added a brick or two. I don't even want to use it. The knee is definitely useless.

"If you have any skills, you just have to use them!" Petrovsky roared angrily.

The masked man snapped his fingers, and the strong man next to him immediately picked up a brick and was about to shove it under Petrovsky's feet, and soon a tide of sharp pain drowned Petrovsky, and he fainted with a buzzing in his head.

When he was woken up by cold water again. When he opened his eyes, he saw the masked man at first sight, and he felt disgusted for this evil devil in his heart, and he wanted to rush up and bite the other party to death.

However, this is just a beautiful wish. His hands were hanging in the air, and there was not a single place in his body that was not a hot pain. Petrovsky was puzzled, he was just on the tiger chair, and if it hurts, it will only hurt in his knees, and there is no reason why the pain will be transferred, right?

He lowered his head and glanced at his body, but he was startled to see that his uniform had turned into a strip of rag. Purple-red whip marks covered his body. Some of the wounds were already broken and bleeding.

"There are two hits!"

The masked man smirked. Wielding the whip in his hand, he whipped it hard. There was a crisp snap, Petrovsky felt that his soul was trembling, it hurt so much, it hurt so much that he really couldn't imagine how he could carry so many whips in front of him, just this one, it almost made him scream.

"Say!" The masked man waved his whip and asked viciously, "Who is your superior, what mission is on your shoulder, and where is the base!" Say it! Otherwise, make you look good! ”

Whip after whip, under the severe pain, Petrovsky seemed extraordinarily sober, of course, he knew that he could be relieved by telling the information that the enemy wanted, but as a glorious Bolshevik, the most important duty was to defend the party and his comrades. As long as the party is retained, there is hope for the revolution, and at that time it will naturally be able to repay the enemy's blood debts.

At the thought that his persistence would win future victories, Petrovsky was full of hope and fighting spirit, and this little pain was nothing.

Finally, the masked man seemed to be tired, he was half-crouching and panting, Petrovsky could see a kind of anger in the other person's eyes, which made him feel extremely happy in the pain that was not hot everywhere in his body.

"Okay! It's a hard mouth! The masked man angrily threw away the bloody whip in his hand, howled and ordered: "The last time I asked you, did you give an explanation?" If you don't explain it, I'll let you taste the taste of the oil pot! ”

Petrovsky smiled contemptuously, he was not even afraid of death, would he be afraid of getting into the oil pot?

The masked man seemed to be irritated by Petrovsky's attitude, and he jumped to his feet and said: "Get out of the oil pot and blow up this bastard!" ”

The fierce hooded man suddenly swarmed up, lifted Petrovsky and was about to throw it into the oil pot, just when he thought he was going to die, Nikolayevich, who had not moved for a long time, suddenly sighed, spat blood and woke up.

"Slow!" The masked man suddenly shouted to stop, he glanced at Petrovsky meaningfully, and suddenly pointed at Nikolayevich and said: "Aren't you Bolsheviks the most about class friendship?" Boy, I'll give you the last chance to explain immediately. Otherwise, the mute will be put to death immediately! ”

Petrovsky did not expect the enemy to be so cruel and would stop at nothing to achieve his goal. Yes, Nikolayevich seemed to him completely innocent, he was not a Bolshevik, he was unjustifiable. But he also admired this person's perseverance, and an outsider knew how great it was to die rather than give in.

"You beasts!"

Seeing Nikolayevich being guillotined, Petrovsky was strangely angry, and he roared: "I said a long time ago, he is an outsider, he doesn't know anything." What's the trick coming at me! ”

"Humph!" The masked man sneered, "If you want to save his life, it's very simple, just be honest." As long as you confess, neither of you will have to suffer, and neither of you will have to die! ”

Petrovsky glanced at Nikolayevich on the guillotine, although the other party didn't say anything, but he felt that he had understood everything Nikolayevich wanted to say, that is, to fight unrelentingly to the end!

"I'll count three times, if you don't explain, he'll die!" The masked man smiled sinisterly, "One! ”

Petrovsky took a deep breath and remained silent.

"Two!"

Petrovsky closed his eyes, he could not bear to face the bloody scene.

"Three!"

As soon as the words fell, the guillotine's guillotine fell sharply, and Petrovsky was already in tears.

"Your mouth is tight!" The masked man said coldly, "I'd rather kill my companion than open my mouth, it's really cold-blooded!" ”

Petrovsky glared at him, his teeth clenched. Facing Petrovsky, who was almost crazy, the other party didn't care at all: "Okay! I'd like to see if you're really not afraid of death! Put this kid on the guillotine! ”

Several hooded men carried Nikolayevich's body to the ground again, and then slowly pulled up the guillotine knife, and the bloody breath made Petrovsky secretly gag. But he was not afraid, and when his neck was fixed to the guillotine, his heart was unusually calm, so calm that he could laugh at death.

Petrovsky completely ignored the masked man's coercion and temptation, and his heart flew far and wide as the guillotine fell...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Thank you Comrade Ivanyu for your continued support of this dish!