"Believe! You must believe me!" the cavalry company commander shouted desperately, "My unit is the Queen Eugenie Cavalry Regiment! This is the Queen's direct guard!"
"It's very fast to get promoted here because you have more opportunities to meet the emperor and empress in person! It's normal for a viscount to be a company commander. It's so normal in our regiment!"
The viscount sold the numbers of his troops as soon as he opened his mouth. Wang Chen's eyes lit up and he knew that he had made the right bet. This guy was just a weakling.
"Don't... don't talk... sir, don't talk..." The cavalry warrior hanging on the tree trunk opened his swollen eyelids desperately and looked at the begging officer and whispered in a low voice.
But no one paid attention to him at this moment, and his commander had already been scared into a ball of mud!
"Please believe me, I am really a noble. I can pay one hundred thousand... no, no, no... I can pay two hundred thousand gold francs to redeem my freedom!"
"I will hand over the money directly to you and you can use it freely. Please let me go!"
Frank blocked Wang Chen's body, "Sir, he has offered two hundred thousand gold francs in chips, and he will give them all to you, so you can be free! Think about it, even if you don't agree, you can send it back to our university. If we go to camp, there is no need to lynching!"
Wang Chen shook his head, "I'm sorry, we are fighting against the head of state, not for money! We are doing it for fame, for reviving China! Now I am going to get the confession I need, please get out of the way!"
"But you did remind me just now that if this matter gets bigger, it will have a certain negative impact on the head of state, so I won't give these French people any evidence!"
"Come on, get ready for waterboarding!"
The soldiers who received the final order tied the last rope and tied the viscount flatly to a fallen ancient tree trunk!
The head was slightly lower and the legs were slightly too high. Then someone took a smelly foot towel and directly covered the Viscount's mouth and nose.
Uh-huh... The Viscount struggled desperately and shook his body desperately. He took big breaths and greedily breathed in the air from the gaps in the towel.
"What are you doing... You are committing a crime..." No one could hear what he was saying.
At this time, a soldier next to him had already prepared a kettle. A small amount of water was poured directly onto the towel, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly surrounded him.
Waterboarding! This is a cruel punishment that originated in the European Middle Ages. The Inquisition often used this punishment to torture heretics.
However, as the divine power receded and the Renaissance ushered in a new era, this cruel punishment gradually became a dusty history in the past.
It has been so long ago that these Prussian army translators have never heard of the name of this kind of punishment. God knows how these people in the CIA came up with this method.
The towel soaked in water pressed heavily against the Viscount's mouth and nose, and water began to seep in from his mouth and nose. At this moment, the Viscount seemed to be drowning!
His lungs were rising and falling desperately, but he couldn't inhale much air at all. Instead, he inhaled a large amount of clean water. This water irritated the alveoli and triggered a series of drowning symptoms.
I coughed but nothing came out. I wanted to vomit but my throat was blocked by the water that came in. The vomit even entered my nose and choked my trachea.
This uncomfortable feeling was simply unbearable. His whole body was shaking so violently that he almost broke the rope that bound him!
In less than a minute, he was so angry that he wet his pants from the torture!
Ugh...wu...wu...his throat roared like a beast, and the veins on his neck and forehead were beating so hard that they were about to jump out of his skin!
The three Prussian army translators turned pale with fright. They watched helplessly as the viscount rowed and kicked desperately with his hands and feet! The skin where his hands and feet were bound was scratched, and the blood flowing out showed how much force he had used.
But on the other hand, these Chinese people all had expressionless faces... maybe it was because the paint was blocking their expressions so no one could see them clearly!
Only deputy platoon leader Luo Houhou kept telling the time with his pocket watch: "One minute and fifteen seconds... One minute and thirty seconds... One minute and forty-five seconds..."
"Two minutes and thirty seconds...two minutes and forty-five seconds..."
At this time, Wang Chen suddenly raised his hand, "Stop! Ask him again this time!"
Wang Chen didn't even last three minutes, but he felt that this guy was going to die. The soldier reached out and uncovered the towel, and people discovered that the viscount's face had been deformed in pain.
As soon as the towel was uncovered, he took a deep breath, vomited and coughed, and it took five or six minutes to cough up the dirt in his throat.
This noble man has probably never felt the air so fresh and sweet, and his life so happy!
"Cough cough cough... cough cough cough... I said... I will say anything... please don't torture me..."
"Ah... a weakling... you weakling..." The soldier hanging on the tree cursed in a low voice.
Wang Chen shrugged at the three translators, "Okay, the problem was solved in less than three minutes, and he didn't have any injuries after that. Even if he wants to accuse us, he has no evidence!"
"You have nothing to say now, right? We got the confession, and we cleverly avoided your so-called rules. Everyone is happy!"
The untied Viscount sat on the ground like a cramped dog. Two translators besides Frank gathered around him and jotted down various information.
In a short time, this weakling confessed everything, including the number of the unit he belonged to, where they were stationed this time, what the material situation was, and where the subsequent reinforcements were!
Even because of the special status of his unit, he even knew that the French Emperor was coming to Metz with the Prince!
It took more than twenty minutes for people to confirm that there was indeed no more food in his stomach. At this time, Luo Houhou came over and said, "That's almost it. I've said everything that needs to be said... What should I do next?"
While speaking, Luo Houhou also made a gesture to silence him!
Wang Chen shook his head, "The Germans are right, let's not cause trouble for the Führer... This bullshit Viscount sent someone to escort him to the camp..."
"As for this cavalryman... I respect him as a man, bandage his wounds, give him a horse and let him go back to report the news!"
"Let him tell the French that this forest is already our Chinese territory!"
War is indeed a place where only warriors can survive, because only warriors can gain the respect of the enemy. Even though Wang Chen and others tortured this mission, deep down everyone still admired him.
When the 120-man cavalry company was finally defeated, only one man dared to launch a counterattack, and he did so voluntarily and without orders!
It was this kind of courage that made the special forces members let him go!
"Let's go! Go back to Verdun! Tell your regiment leader that we Chinese are already here! Let your emperor wash his neck and wait!"
"I'm willing to be killed... I dare to pull the emperor off his horse!" Amid the provocative roars of the Chinese, the brave cavalry galloped his horse toward the southwest.
