When he woke up, Zhang Wen smelled the damp and musty smell again.

The confinement chamber is very small, only about five square meters in size. In such a confined space, you can't even put down a bed, let alone any other furniture.

Here, sleeping is a terrible punishment———— for a height of one meter eighty-eight, Zhang Wen used to be extremely proud, thinking that this is a symbol of tall and handsome, and it is enough to be concerned by all women. And now, however, he had to beg the heavens to make him dim enough to fit in this damn confinement cell.

The ground is just too short. No matter how long or wide, they can't lie down, so they can only curl up and lie on the cold concrete floor, and put themselves in a "" shape or "C" shape to barely rest. Because his body could not stretch for a long time, Zhang Wen was often awakened from his sleep, the muscle and bone pain almost made him want to go crazy, and the insatiable sleep made him tired, and he wanted to kick the wall, rush out of this terrible cage, and enjoy the ease and pleasure brought by the stretching of his limbs again.

After all, this is an empty and useless extravagance———— it is said to be a confinement room, but in fact, it is a specially modified enclosed space designed for strengthening people and made of high-strength alloys. The heavy steel plate cut off the possibility of brute force breaking, and if the wall or window cracks, the monitor will immediately emit a powerful electric current, completely blocking the way of the fugitives. What's more, there are guards outside twenty-four hours a day. They are cold-blooded and iron-faced, and they never care about the identity of their detainees. If anything unusual is detected, the fugitive will be shot to death immediately.

It's just narrow, and it's barely enduring. Because at least one can stand up, a short sleep, though exhausting the body, does not destroy the will and the mind.

Zhang Wen was lucky because he didn't die in battle.

However, surviving from the battlefield quickly turned into a terrifying and desperate encounter———— Zhangwen was a smart man, and he was very aware of the situation in the new Nanyang Base City at that time. Su Hao was stationed in the city with the Eleventh Independent Army, and they would not let themselves go. The only way to do this is to flee to other neighboring war zones.

Things didn't go as smoothly as Zhang Wen imagined. As soon as the plane landed, he and his entourage were immediately detained and imprisoned. Although Zhang Wen repeatedly claimed that he was an active-duty officer and the nephew of Lieutenant General Zhang Shengfei, commander of the 184th Group Army, he did not get the treatment he deserved. He was put on a transport plane overnight and sent to New Urumqi, which belongs to the northern front.

There were no washrooms in the confinement chamber, only a funnel-shaped bedpan embedded in the floor that served as a detoxative function. This damn thing has a small interface and does not correspond to a normal bedpan in terms of appearance or volume. It is round, only ten centimeters in diameter, and has a depth of five centimeters between the basin and the horizon. Such a strange-looking appliance cannot be associated with a toilet or a potty no matter how you look at it, but it actually does.

Since it was a confinement chamber, of course it was used as a punishment.

Zhang Wen had seen those who were locked in confinement cells, and he knew the role of this miniature potty. The reason for this setting is to strengthen the closure and solidity, and more importantly, to destroy the mental will of the punished people, so that they will completely lose their sense of self, feel fear of power and coercion, and never make mistakes again.

Even in a state of full concentration, it is difficult to align the anus with the pottypan, and feces often accumulate around the pottypan, making it disgusting just to look at. There are no extra items in the room, and naturally there are no toilet brushes or brooms to clean. In order to prevent the confined from being armed, bedpan pipes are connected from outside the walls. Every day at 3 a.m. and 11 p.m., it is a fixed time for water release and flushing. This meant that Zhang Wen had to spend almost the whole day with his excrement in filth and stench.

As for the food...... When he first came in, Zhang Wen was still angry at the average quality of the first meal. The main dish is nothing more than rice, with plenty of leeks, green onions, ginger, garlic and chili stir-fried together, and a side dish with a few fatty slices. I wonder if the chef's skills are too poor, which makes the dishes a little salty? Zhang Wen quickly ran out of water. He didn't care that the passage where the food was delivered from outside was next to the potty until he tried to poop the next day, only to realize that this strange meal and interior design was simply cruel and insidious torture.

The large amount of meals that are enough to eat means that a lot of feces are excreted from the body. There is a lot of vegetable oil and water with the meat and vegetables, but the taste is spicy and stimulating, and the pulled out is particularly smelly. Since the flushing time was controlled from the outside, Zhang Wen could only spend a whole day in a strong stench.

Enhancing people's sense of smell is very sensitive, and under the influence of this terrible stench, Zhang Wen quickly lost the ability to distinguish smells. Even though his nose was out of action, he felt that the pile of things in the potty that was expelled from his body was dirty. So he put his hands on his knees and crouched in the corner, trying not to look over his head and not look at it.

This method of distancing is of little use and has little effect. Zhang Wen felt that he was simply being imprisoned in a dung pit and endured endless humiliation. He slammed the wall desperately, kicked the ground with his feet, and shouted hoarsely, but he got nothing but a dull echo.

There's no such thing as an exhaust fan. The windows are located more than three meters above the ground. You have to jump up to feel the fresh air. There is no benefit other than the consumption of physical energy and energy.

Meals will still be delivered. I don't know which perverted design of the confinement room is in the road? There is only 20 centimeters between the mouth of the passage and the bedpan. Looking at the food placed next to the pile of, Zhang Wen completely lost his appetite. He would often look at the food in a daze all day, and all kinds of strange thoughts would pop up in his head. Whenever this happens, Zhang Wen will admire the heroines of several Japanese-style films he has seen very much. They are so fierce that they move away from the actor's ass, stick out their tongues, and lick their anals...... That kind of fearless courage and perseverance is definitely worth learning from yourself.

There should be a monitor in the room, and the people outside are clear about Zhang Wen's performance. If there is no meal, no one will replace it. The cold meal would always be there until Zhang Wen couldn't help but be hungry and finished eating, and no new meal would be delivered.

In this terrible environment, Zhang Wen's self-esteem and pride were completely crushed. He no longer felt how noble he was, and he no longer roared as the nephew of the commander of the 184 Army. He often curled up in the corner, tilted his head, stared blankly at the place above his head where the light was shining through, silently praying and silently weeping.

Two weeks later, the door to the confinement room finally opened, and two soldiers pulled Zhang Wen out.

He was unkempt, covered in stains and feces, his face was covered in dry feces and urine, his hair was messy, his eyes were bloodshot, his weight had lost dramatically, and his steps were sluggish, as if he had been suffering from Meniere's syndrome for years. If it weren't for those soldiers, Zhang Wen wouldn't have been able to get out of the confinement room with his own strength

He was thrown into the bathroom like a dog, washed under a large water pipe, and gradually regained some of his energy.

Although it was a purge, it was still humiliating and torturous.

The water source was turned off, and no one gave him a new change of clothes. The soldiers dragged him to the next room and blew him on a blower. The reason for this is to make him look less dirty and not smell so strong.

When Zhang Wen was brought to Yuan Zhicheng, he had exhausted all his strength. His lips were furrowed, and his whole body was trembling. In order to keep him up until the end of the conversation, the doctor had to inject him with a stimulant and then give a nutritional injection with a drip.

The interrogation room was brightly lit. Leaning back in the chair, tilting his head sideways, in Zhang Wen's misty and confused eyes, Yuan Zhicheng was just an old man with a serene expression and no characteristics.

However, just on the side of his collar, there was a dense concentration of blood vessels running along his neck to his head, and the muscles connected to it were strong and powerful, which is a characteristic of high-level reinforcement talents. Moreover, the old man was wearing a general's uniform, with a dense resume on his chest, and the rank on his shoulders was shining...... All this reminds Zhang Wen that it is definitely not the object that he can provoke.

"Major Zhang Wen, are you feeling better?"

The old man's voice was very deep, and it reverberated in the interrogation room with an oppressive effect.

"You...... Who are you? ”

Zhang Wen only felt that Yuan Zhicheng's face was very familiar, but he couldn't remember the identity and name of the other party. The time in the confinement was terrible, and if I continued to stay, I was afraid that it would drive people crazy. Even now, Zhang Wen still feels that his body is weak, his mind is confused, and his eyes are ghosting no matter what he sees.

"There are two choices in front of you."

The old man had no intention of answering the question. He sat behind his desk, stared at the weak prisoner, and said indifferently: "For the Hefei Campaign, the military department has made a ruling, do you want to hear it?" ”

Zhang Wen began to tremble, which was a direct manifestation of fear occupying the subjective mind and leaving the body uncontrollable.

He had already recognized the identity of the old man, and the words "Yuan Zhicheng" came to his mind, as well as a series of extremely terrible terms such as "Commander-in-Chief of the Northern Theater", "Yuan Family", "Behemoth" and so on.

"According to the dissenting opinion provided by Brigadier General Su Hao, commander of the 11th Independent Force, before the war, the Hefei campaign was judged to be a plan with major flaws. As the planner, you have an unshirkable responsibility in this regard. The Judge Advocate General's Office questioned this plan, believing that you must have some ulterior motives when you led the implementation of the plan. Now, the results of the plan have been obvious, the entire third station in the southeast has completely collapsed, the new Nanyang base city has fallen, and the advantages obtained in the battle of Lujiang have been completely lost. We have lost 160,000 men, more than 80 percent of whom were killed in battle, and the rest are seriously wounded, many of whom have inflicted flawed injuries that cannot be repaired. Mainly skin ulceration and neuropathic truncation. Although they came back alive, it was difficult for them to survive the next few months, and the end was the same death, but they had to endure even greater torture. ”

The old man's words were rigid and cold, and each word was like a giant hammer hitting Zhang Wen's heart, making him unbearable and almost unable to breathe.

"No, that's not my fault————"

Suddenly, Zhang Wen didn't know where the strength of Lu Dao came from, and he howled hoarsely: "I don't want to do this either, I never wanted to harm anyone." I don't know if this is going to happen. I have always formulated my plans in accordance with the classic battle examples in the textbooks of military academies, and all the parameters and prerequisites were based on the battle of Lujiang. Why can Su Hao win? Can I only lose? It's unfair———— it's not ————"

The old man didn't seem to hear Zhang Wen's shouting, and said coldly, "You killed those soldiers." They should have lived well and won the war under the leadership of wise commanders. However, they did not make it back alive. Including Lieutenant General Zhang Shengfei, all died on the Hefei front. ”

"That's not my fault————"

Zhang Wen was in tears, his head was thrown to the sides, his ten fingers were deeply inserted into his hair, and he pinched his scalp fiercely: "I just made a plan according to the previous war examples. If there is a problem with the plan itself, why will the military department approve it? Why do you want to fight this battle? ”

Yuan Zhicheng stared at Zhang Wen, and an imperceptible sneer appeared in the corner of his eyes: "What, this is your defense?" In a military court, these things alone are not enough to overturn the accusations of a military judge. ”

"Why are you accusing me? I am not wrong, I am not guilty."

Zhang Wen's face turned pale, his hands and teeth instantly contracted, and he quickly opened again, his eyes widened, and he shouted desperately: "No, all this is Su Hao's conspiracy." I bet he was scheming on me from the beginning. Calculate the entire 3rd Southeast Theater of Operations. Otherwise, everything for Lu is also a pheromone tactic, the battle of Lujiang can be won, but Hefei has suffered a total defeat? This doesn't make sense, it's not logical at all, yes, it must be like this, he hid some crucial links, and didn't report all the details of the entire battle process. He deliberately set a trap to lure me in. Use the failures of others to set off his cleverness. It must be so

It must be so————"

People in madness and despair always have certain outlandish thoughts. Zhangwen is no exception. He was afraid of death, especially after the confinement, and even more afraid of returning to that filthy and stinking space to continue to stay. Now that he has come out, he must prove his worth in a crazy way and stay away from that terrible place.

Under this premise, climbing and biting naturally became the best way. Even if you can't change the status quo, you can at least pull people into the water. What's more, someone who dies with him also has a sense of satisfaction and accomplishment in his heart. At least, not so lonely.

Although Zhang Wen's performance met his needs, seeing that despicable face that was desperate and crazy still made Yuan Zhicheng feel disgusted.

He was silent for a moment, then said in a strange tone, "Watch your words. Su Hao had just been promoted, and his current rank was Brigadier General. It is a felony to slander a high-ranking officer, and if you don't want to die now, it's best not to speak out indiscriminately. ”

“…… Brigadier? ”

Zhang Wen obviously has a sensitivity to this word that Yuan Zhicheng did not expect. He stood up from his chair, mouth open, his face full of astonishment and fear. Soon, the expression had shifted to anger and hatred. Complex emotions are exposed to the face from the inside out, causing the muscles to distort, and the facial features are controlled by the nerves into strange and terrifying angles. He kept pulling his hair with his hands, uprooted it fiercely, and bit his lip hard, blood flowing down the corners of his mouth, and soon soaked through the front of his clothes.

"He actually became a general? Haha......ha He, he actually ...... Ha Lu Ha Ha Su Hao this damn dog mongrel, he, he actually became a general————"

Zhang Wen laughed wildly. He kept pulling off a lot of hair, as if he didn't feel the pain. The surface of the scalp is exposed with dark red dense blood spots, and the green and lush hair follicles are mixed with them, showing an extremely strange ferocity.

"Why? Why? ”

Zhang Wen gasped for breath, he felt a fire burning in his body, and he continued to scorch his anger: "Su Hao is a liar. He lures us into being deceived by despicable methods, and then lies down on someone else's corpse and enjoys the fruits himself. I would like to lodge a protest with the Supreme Military Judge Advocate General's Office, asking them to review the Battle of Lujiang. I...... I'm going to...... I ......"

Due to the excessive force, the last few words, Zhang Wen can no longer speak. He sat down dejectedly, clutching the back of his chair, gasping weakly.

Watching his performance, Yuan Zhicheng only felt funny, and it also deepened his contempt for the prisoner in front of him.

"Who are you to say such things?"

"What do you think is the use of the so-called protest?"

"If something that has already been decided is vetoed by a few casual words, what else do you want the military department to do?"

A series of questions roared in Zhang Wen's ears like thunder, shattering his worst beliefs and destroying what was left of his sanity.

Between despair and fear, Zhang Wen suddenly had a very wonderful clarity.

He raised his head, stared at the old man with blood-red eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice, "You...... You just said, I, I have two choices? ”

Yuan Zhicheng leaned his fat body back, and his tone was full of sarcasm and ridicule: "Hehe, I finally remembered? ”

Zhang Wen's voice became more and more hoarse: "Tell me...... Tell me quickly. I, I don't want to die. ”

The old man did not answer, but just looked at him condescendingly with an indifferent gaze.

"Please, please, give me a chance————"

"I, I'm willing to do anything for you."

"Don't let me die, I don't want to go to court-martial. I...... I...... I ......"

Speaking of the most reluctant, Zhang Wen's voice became smaller and smaller, probably because of his physical weakness, but more because of fear. He kept looking at the old man, and in order to show a strong enough will, he left the chair and knelt directly on the ground, his whole body trembling, and he couldn't even speak.

Looking at this scene, Yuan Zhicheng suddenly felt an indescribable sense of relief.

He suddenly burst into a heartfelt laugh, and at the same time raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Wen.

"Remember, your life is my ————"