At this moment, two enemies continued to abuse him, one of them forced him to cling to the stake with his palms together; The other took out a thick rope and tied his palms to the stake, and it appeared that several ropes were wrapped around the back of his hand, revealing only the ten fingers attached to the stake.

The tall man snorted with the squinting enemy for a while. The squinting enemy said to Qian Lie, "The chief has said that your country has invaded our territory, and it is only natural for us to annihilate the enemy who comes to attack." As long as you tell you the information about your garrison, you can be released immediately.

Don't reverse black and white, our territory is provoked by your country's troops, but it is our country's invasion of your country's territory. Qian Lie let go of his voice, and now he fought back in self-defense, but unfortunately fell into the hands of the enemy, and he only wanted to die, and he had no regrets in death. He glanced at his hands tied with a stake attached, and said, "What kind of ability do you have to mistreat a prisoner of war like this?" The squinting enemy translated what Qian Lie said, and the tall man listened and glared angrily at Qian Lie.

I saw an enemy take out a bamboo stick, clamp one with a vice, and pierce the sharp end into the root of the thumbnail of Qian Lie's left hand, and the transparent nail was obviously soaked with a little red blood. A heart-piercing pain made Qian Lie grit his teeth loudly.

Squinting enemies approach him, and as soon as you make a move, stop sticking them immediately. Qian Lie ignored it, and the enemy picked up a second bamboo stick and stabbed it into the base of the nail of his left index finger in the same way, followed by the third and fourth ...... The twentieth bamboo stick was pierced into the ten nails of his hands.

He was in great pain, his neck hung heavily, but he didn't groan, and some of his fingers were soaked with blood from the entrance of the bamboo stick.

At this moment, another enemy grabbed his hair and pulled it back, and Qian Lie's pale face was tilted up into the sky, only to see that the corners of his mouth had been bitten out by his teeth, and he was bleeding. The enemy looked at him fiercely, and he didn't know what he had said, but of course he knew that the enemy was deliberating on more brutal ways to force him to comply.

Sure enough, the squinting enemy spoke, and there is an old saying in the neighboring country, "Those who know the times are the heroes, and if you don't know the times, no one can save you."

At this time, the main forces of the enemy army walked along the main road in rows and rows, about tens of thousands of people, and the formation was not small. Squinting at the enemy's attempt to take advantage of the opportunity to break the will of Qian Lie, you see that our army is vast, even if you don't spit out a single word involving military aircraft, we are also a victorious army. If you tell us a little military information that we think is useful, you can be spared this cruel punishment at once.

When the enemy saw that Qian Lie could not hold it anymore, he let go of his hand that was grasping his hair. Seeing that the squinting enemy was trying to persuade him to surrender, Qian Lie was furious, and suddenly raised his head and spit in his face with a mouthful of bloody spit.

The squinting enemy was angry, and he raised his hand to wipe the dirt from his face and shouted, "Give me a heavier punishment." When the tall man saw this, he also screamed, as if to cheer on the squinting enemy.

The two enemies who pierced the bamboo sticks between Qian Lie's fingernails became more and more cruel, and one of them smiled fiercely, and took a pair of pliers and struck the top of the bamboo stick, and each time he struck, there was a sharp pain in his heart, and Qian Lie's frowning eyebrows trembled again.

Another enemy also resorted to even more brutal means, even adding one or two to the nails of Qian Lie's fingernails that had been pierced with bamboo sticks, and then signaled the enemy with pliers to strike again, only to see that the nails on the thumb, index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger of Qian Lie's left and right hands were torn or peeled off, and blood was dripping.

Qian Lie hung his head in pain, and his body fell under the stake that witnessed the sins of his enemies. The squinting enemy still didn't understand his hatred, and took the pliers from the other enemy's hand, and grabbed half of the flesh and blood on Qian Lie's finger, which had been cracked and not completely peeled off, and immediately tore it off. Qian Lie screamed "ouch", and his voice was very soft, so that one could feel his tenacious willpower to resist the pain.

The squinting enemy grabbed the money by the hair and pulled it back, making him look up at his angry face. The corners of Qian Lie's mouth were still bleeding, but his forehead and cheeks were sweating. The squinting enemy shook the blood-soaked half of his fingernails in front of Qian Lie's eyes and said, "This is the result of your resistance." It's as easy to want you to die now as it is to ask an ant to die. But we can't let you die easily, we must torture you to death slowly.

The tall man didn't know what to say, and the squinting enemy immediately translated: As long as you change your mind and tell the information that our army needs, the commander just said, immediately stop the torture of bamboo sticks and nails, and we will also send a military doctor to heal your injuries.

Don't be delusional, since you have been caught, you don't want to go back alive. Qian Lie's voice was very low: Fight the enemy, and if you don't succeed, you have to become a benevolent. The squinting enemy translated this into their own Chinese, and the tall man listened to it, stamped his feet and yelled, not knowing what to roar.

I saw that the enemy who had begun to nail bamboo sticks to Qian Lie's nails approached the tall man, and after a few words, he walked away. Another enemy poked him in the mouth with a bayonet, and the mouth of the already bloodied Qian Lie became more and more bloody, so that the tip of the bayonet was stained red. The enemy was still poking his already pierced mouth with a bayonet and screaming fiercely. The squinting enemy is still translating: do you hear me? If you don't confess, you won't die well.

The enemy slashed his face with a bayonet, and his entire head was covered in blood, like a torch burning in anger. Of course, Qian Lie was no longer able to struggle, his head hung down, and his hands tied to the stake still held his leaning body.

The enemy who had just walked away came again, carrying an aluminum jug with a bird's beak stretched out, filled with piping hot, boiling water. He approached Qian Lie's side, and the tall man motioned for the squinting enemy to speak. The squinting enemy reached out to hold up the chin of the money column, his bloodied face tilted up to the cloudy sky, but his eyes were closed and not opened.

The squinting enemy slapped him in the eye: you open your eyes and see, you are about to take a shower. If it's too late to confess...... The squinting enemy said it many times, but Qian Lie's eyes still didn't open, so he had to give up.

As the more tragic torture began, the enemy aimed the spout at Qian Lie's head and sifted it, and with a "boom" sound, the boiling water poured down from the top of his head, and he screamed, and the boiling water was like a white-hot water dragon on Qian Lie's head, neck, and body, and Qian Lie passed out. His soul slumped out of his shell, and it floated above the heads of his enemies, angrily watching their atrocities.

The tall man saw that Qian Lie was motionless, and with another wow, another enemy slashed his stomach with a bayonet, and a hung intestine poured out.

The enemy plucked out his stomach with his hands, cut it off, and cut it open, splashing his hands with gastric juice. The enemy did not give up, and finally found the slimy scrap of paper inside, which was originally a pattern of a military plane that had been chewed up and swallowed by the money column so that it would not fall into the hands of the enemy. Now it was pulled out of the stomach of Qian Lie little by little, but it was completely indistinguishable, and it was clear that it had returned to the original pulp, and it had no effect on the enemy.

The tall man was very annoyed, and picked up his bayonet and stabbed the already tattered corpse of Qian Lie several times.