This night, Yang Fan stayed up all night.

Early in the morning, the man in black opened the iron gate and drove everyone to the open space outside, and he was surprised to find that the faces of the reservists had dark circles left on their faces, whether dark or shallow.

"Hurry up, don't grind!" Walking at the back of the line, he was kicked by the man in black.

Yang Fan walked while observing the surrounding environment, looking for opportunities to counterattack, for him, this has become a habit, maybe it is the sequelae of the game, after all, it is not the first time to face this kind of life and death moment.

He noticed that the entire building was cut off by high walls, and the high platforms in the four directions were guarded by men in black, and they were equipped with machine guns, all of which were aimed at the open space, and if they found the slightest sign of resistance, bullets would fall from the sky and wipe them all out. In addition, he had a vague sense that the sniper hiding in the shadows was waiting for an opportunity.

Seeing this airtight defensive arrangement, he couldn't help but panic, and the chances were slim.

In the clearing, I don't know when, the mad dog was tied to the stool, waiting for the next torture, his eyes were closed, his expression was calm, and he temporarily stopped struggling.

The boss of the man in black slowly walked out of the room and glanced at everyone, "If you want to live, it's easy; If you want to die, it's not that simple. After a pause, he continued: "As long as you are willing to cooperate and tell the information about the Longyan special forces, then, you will be free." ”

"Don't you think about it!"

"You dream!"

"We swear to the death!"

The other party's words were strongly opposed, and every soldier who retorted was beaten by the man in black, until finally the scene gradually fell silent.

The boss of the man in black nodded understandingly, and just smiled, "I want to see if it's your hard mouth or our guys." ”

He paced to the side of the mad dog and looked down, "I heard that your instructor is a mad dog, and no one can subdue him, so I don't believe that I can't pry open his dog's mouth today!" ”

The mad dog still closed its eyes tightly and did not respond.

The boss of the man in black gestured with a look, and the two men in black stepped forward, their hands falling on the bandana of the mad dog, but they were stopped.

"Don't touch my headscarf, or I'll let you die a terrible death." The mad dog glared angrily and said this word by word.

The man in black froze for a moment, his hand, paused in mid-air, forgetting his next move.

In everyone's impression, no matter how hot or freezing cold it is, the mad dog always wears a cap or turban, and this strange habit has long been one of the top ten mysteries of the army, and no one knows the real reason behind it, but they are very curious.

"Do it!"

The boss's order, like a stimulant, gave the men in black great courage, and their hesitant hands moved forward again, and although the mad dog kept struggling and writhing its body, it was still torn off its headscarf, and he also threw himself forward with the stool, and his head was naked in front of everyone for the first time, and then, the whole audience fell silent......

Whether it was a special soldier or a man in black, they were shocked by the scene in front of them and gasped, their expressions were dull, and their eyes were not only stunned, but also mixed with incomprehension, admiration, and admiration.

Yang Fan felt that his heart was stirred, and he could no longer calm down.

"Look stupid, you girls, if you want to kill, do it, Lao Tzu promises not to blink an eye!"

Mad Dog's words brought everyone's thoughts back to reality, the mercenary was already a butcher who was accustomed to all kinds of killing scenes, and the distraction of the right person was scattered, and his face returned to cold concentration, like a killing machine.

"It seems that you have been tortured a lot in the past." The boss of the man in black looked at it with interest.

Mad Dog snorted and glanced at the other with disdain.

"Against people like you, maybe soldering irons, wattles, or even iron nails and screws won't work, but I have a new way to play and try it on you." He looked thoughtful, fantasizing about the interesting picture that would follow, before he even began.

Yang Fan looked at the evil smile on the corner of the other party's mouth, and felt that things were not so simple, only to see him clapping his hands, and the two men in black carried a huge cross stake, which was very similar to the execution of Jesus, could it be that they planned to crucify the mad dog?

"Take off your clothes and tie them up!"

Mad Dog was forcibly stripped of a pair of underwear, naked and tied to a cross stake, there was no intact place, large and small scars covered every part of his body, his expression was still calm, like a grim reaper, with a mocking smile looking down on the world.

"Before the execution, I can give you a chance to tell me, where is the base of the special forces?" The boss of the man in black stepped closer and asked.

What no one expected was that the mad dog suddenly pounced, and although his body was shackled to a stake, his teeth still bit the other party's earlobe, and in an instant blood flowed, and his mouth was full of scarlet, like a bloodthirsty beast.

"Ahh

The boss of the man in black let out a scream, the end of his earlobe was bitten off, and blood was constantly flowing. snatched the wooden stick from the black-clothed man next to him and whipped it on the mad dog one by one.

At this time, he also looked like a crazy beast, losing self-control, and the green tendons of his hand holding the wooden stick burst out, and he couldn't stop panting.

The mad dog spat out the earlobe in his mouth with a snort, and his smile became even more arrogant, "Harder!" Tickle Lao Tzu?! ”

"I'm going to make you miserable!"

Yang Fan's heart suddenly became heavy, like being crushed by a big stone, and he watched this barbaric battle, as if both of these people had become the initiators of cruelty at the same time, degenerating into primitive beasts, and no longer saw any human characteristics.

Is this war?

There was no further interrogation, and the execution began directly, perhaps they all realized that for this madman-like man, without the pain that penetrated into the marrow, it would never be possible to get a word out of his mouth.

The two men in black each came with a basin full of things, honey and milk, but no one knew what it was for, even the mad dog showed a puzzled face, he was familiar with the common torture, but it was the first time he had seen it today.

At the signal of the boss's eyes, they poured all the honey and milk on the mad dog, which shimmered golden in the sunlight.

Is it all over?

No, it's just getting started.

Two men in black came again, one holding an ant's nest and the other holding a honeycomb, and smashed directly near the stake, and soon, the ants and bees sleeping in the nest woke up again, as if they were called by food!

One, two, three...... Countless ants crawl rapidly on the ground, and countless bees spread their wings and soar to their heart's content, their movements in unison, invariably heading towards their goal.

The next scene is a chilling scene, on the body of the mad dog, crawling with dense ants and bees, they are enjoying the sumptuous food in front of them.

Yang Fan is by no means a dense phobia, but when he saw this situation, his stomach couldn't help but tumble, and the desire to vomit was so strong that he could only swallow the saliva in large gulps, and his body began to itch for no reason, which was just an autosuggestion.

The ants and bees slowly devoured, crawled, and even burrowed into their underwear, invading every corner, and the mad dog's face turned pale as paper, his body twitched one after another, his brow tightened, his teeth clenched, and he seemed to be struggling to hold on.

However, he didn't snort from beginning to end, and his clenched fists had nowhere to vent, so he could only use his nails to dig into his skin and use the pain to erase the torment of the moment.

"Say! Where the hell is the base of the special forces? ”

Mad Dog was as silent as ever, and he tugged at the corners of his mouth with difficulty, forming an arc that was unwilling to compromise, and this was his answer, the answer that would never change.

The boss of the man in black sighed softly, turned around, he pointed to the mad dog in the desperate struggle, and glanced at the group of recruit captives below, "You think it through, if you want to be like him, I will meet your request," he paused for a moment and continued, "Otherwise, cooperate with my work." ”

There was no response, and there was a dead silence below.

Almost all of them lowered their heads, their eyes confused, not knowing if it was because of fear in their hearts, or if they just didn't want to see the disgusting scene again.

They were close to each other, as if by doing so, they could give each other strength to eliminate the uneasiness in their hearts, and each of them had a complicated expression on their faces, and it was difficult to see the stubbornness at first.

Fear destroys all human will.

However, the human will can also resist all the fears of the world.

Yang Fan has been forcibly enduring the discomfort in his heart and holding his head high, because his gaze cannot be separated from the man who is being executed, and he is deeply attracted for no reason.

The other party's breath of life is extremely weak, but his gaze is always firmly looking ahead, staying on himself, is that a warning, a threat, or just a inheritance of faith?

His heart was plucked again and again.

For that person, he has never had the slightest good feeling, but at this moment, what is rising in his heart is a kind of reverence and admiration that is gradually forming, which is the highest tribute to a brave man, and no emotion can be replaced.

He had a lot of doubts, what kind of faith supported that person to survive the cruel torture again and again, and persevered until the end, unwilling to reveal even the slightest bit of information.

Could it be that this is the soul of a soldier?

Yang Fan responded to the other party with the same firm gaze, and in the collision of this gaze, the mad dog slowly closed his eyes.