"Joan. Rice, Second Lieutenant, British Army. Ensign Rice, who had not yet recovered from the aftershocks of the stun bomb, closed his eyes tightly and responded with the above phrases. Question from Team S member.

"Mr. Rice, do you really think we can't do anything about you?" Blinder said in a purer English accent than Les, who came from the country.

Blind knew what to do after the British were captured, after all, he was also taught by the clones as a "British" in the light curtain, but the urgency of his mission at the moment made him disgusted with the attitude of Second Lieutenant Rice.

"Joan. Rice, Second Lieutenant, British Army. Blind still gets the same sentence.

"Hmph, is my accent making you have some naïve thoughts about us, our means of prying open the enemy's mouth are not much worse than our combat skills!" Blinder said that he was going to let his stick guy open the eyes of the late nineteenth-century army captain.

Although the film and television dramas have always played the British and American special forces very highly, even the occasional plot involving torture is thrown to intelligence officers such as the Central X Bureau or allies.

In fact, in many operations, the front-line special operators have no time to wait for the so-called back-the-pot man to do it, and the battlefield situation is changing rapidly, why do you have to wait for others to pry open their tongues? It's not just daylily that's going to be cold!

"Wait, Sergeant. It was said that the peripheral personnel of the MI would do it. Lin Ruiquan pointed to his headset and said to Blind.

Lu Xiaobei confessed that once he wanted to enter the torture process, he would hand over the person to the peripheral personnel of the Military Intelligence Department to deal with it. This is not to take into account the so-called image of the great shore of the people, if there is still time to slowly play the trick of psychological pressure, of course, it is a reason. The S team members themselves are on their own, but in terms of physical torture alone, these rough embryos from the 21st century are really not as good as those peripheral intelligence agents of the Military Intelligence Department who have been cultivated in the feudal social environment since they were young, and they have seen more torture than they have recorded in their booklets.

"I've handed it over to you, and I'll ask you about the deployment of the British army as soon as possible." Blinder said to Feng Shang.

"Sir, we have marked the ....... of the British on the map," Feng Shang had already handed Blind a simple map showing the latest distribution of British forces after the riots.

"Mr. Feng, what we need to know is the deployment of British troops in this area." Blind interrupted Feng Shang's words and drew a circle with his hand around the halfway point of Central on the simple map.

Hiss! This time, the owner's plan is not small! Originally, I thought that this operation was to let go of the American fleet detained by the British so as to deepen the contradiction between the two old enemies, and by the way, take advantage of the chaos to take away the machinery and equipment urgently needed by Dong Wanlu, but I didn't expect the owner to still think about the one in the white house in the middle of the mountain, is this the rhythm of recovering the lost territory in China!?

Feng Shang began to come into contact with Western studies at the beginning of the Westernization Movement, and although he did not stay abroad, he also learned Western business and some military knowledge systematically under the guidance of foreigners.

Originally, he planned to join the disciple of Lord Zhongtang to work for the Qing Dynasty, but his learning path that could not obtain academic qualifications was not recognized, even for those subordinates of Lord Zhongtang, he was already full of wealth in Western studies, but he did not even have the qualifications to cross the threshold.

After the Beiyang Fleet was wiped out by the foot basin chicken regiment in the First Sino-Japanese War, Feng Shang also died of the idea of relying on foreign affairs to save the country, and he firmly believed that the truth was just as the Great Song people preached in the newspapers, it was impossible for the Manchu ruling group to rot to the root to change its fate through the Westernization Movement, which was only a superficial reform.

So after several setbacks, Feng Shang finally contacted the military intelligence department of the Great Song Dynasty, and was finally successfully accepted as a peripheral intelligence officer.

At first, when he was transferred to go south with Lu Xiaobei, Feng Shang was a little disheartened. In his heart, he was sent from Tianjin Wei, a place close to the "prince", to Hong Kong, thousands of miles away, must have been because Lu Xiaobei lost in the factional struggle and he was classified as her confidant.

Especially after arriving in Hong Kong, he was arranged to be a bookkeeper next to a gang boss, and Feng Shang even felt that he was not as good as those "classmates" who worked in foreign banks.

These days, as the news about the war in Manila continues to come, Feng Shang gradually felt that the Great Song Dynasty was gathering forces in the South China Sea in the direction of the Huaxia mainland, and it seemed that Director Lu was not losing in the factional struggle as he imagined, it seemed that it was just a clever move on the huge chessboard of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince.

The white sergeant who was still wearing a black velvet hat on his head on a hot day pointed at the map just now, and Feng Shang's heart was excited, could it be that this was the rhythm of killing the enemy chief to regain the lost territory?

"Joan. Rice, Second Lieutenant, British Army. Seeing that he was pushed into the hands of a group of pigtailed men, Second Lieutenant Rice still had only one sentence in his mouth.

"When you come to us, your words won't work." Feng Shang spoke in his missionary-accented English.

Of course, if you are punished or something, Feng Shang can't do it with a "Mr. Bookkeeper" with ten slender fingers. I saw him turn around and wave his hand, and several big men who were undercover with him and Hong Ye took Lieutenant Les away like chickens.

The nickname given to Lu Xiaobei by the outside world was not something she had mixed up with a knife and a shot, but earned it by countless villains like those who were executing Second Lieutenant Rice. Of course, the ferocious actions of these villains were all instigated by Lu Xiaobei, at least she connived.

Even those Chinese people who live in feudal society and are accustomed to torture follow suit and call Lu Xiaobeiwei the "Queen of Darkness", you can imagine how brutal the methods of the peripheral intelligence officers of the MI are, anyway, it has reached the level that it is ironclad to write a certain zero.

Ensign Rice, who just muttered his name and rank a few minutes ago, now knows everything.

"Damn, this Zhen Nima has a specialization in the art industry, this is also fast, isn't it, this is a recruitment!?" Before Blind finished the filter cigarette in his mouth, Feng Shang asked Ensign Rice to come out to draw a map of the distribution of troops.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, this Mr. Feng has something, it doesn't delay Ya to draw a picture by beating people like this bear, it's okay!" Blinder said as he watched Ensign Rice work neatly on the improvised map.

However, Rice is only a second lieutenant after all, and he is not familiar with the defense of Mid-Central, which is farther away from his defense area, and he also relies on hearsay to draw the deployment of British troops in many places.

"Well, it seems a bit impossible to arrange half a company's troops in this place, is it a bit of a mess?" One. S's rough embryo said as he looked at the simple map that had been scribbled by Ensign Rice.

"Mr. Rice, judging from your professional military qualities, what is your special intention in deploying so many troops in this place?" Blinder asked Rice.

"Sir, I don't know what the commanders of the headquarters meant, but I swear by my late grandmother that there are so many soldiers there, and a friend of mine is there, and he complained to me before he went out that he had been placed in an unimportant position." Rice said.

The stronghold marked on the map is in a very awkward position, with the British infantry line in front of it and the fortifications of the garrison of the Governor's Palace behind it.

"Could this be where the target is held?" A rough embryo asked.

"But the radio limit source carried by the target person is not in that place?" Another crude embryo made a different opinion.

"Cut, something has been pulled down! It's a miracle to hide for so long.,What level is the target person, you don't have points in your heart? This rough statement is quite pertinent.

In this way, this stronghold with half a company's troops looks like a place to hold captured crossers, after all, the Governor's Mansion has many people, and it is also a good choice to set up another place in his own defensive circle to detain and interrogate the captured Great Song people.

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