Iron Lion Alley.
In the basement of the North China Front Army Headquarters, the ice cellar originally used for the enjoyment of officials of the previous dynasty was converted into a torture chamber by the Japanese. Under the dim light, there were screams one after another.
Otsuki took out a handkerchief and covered his mouth and nose, curiously looking at the most mysterious place in the headquarters, and followed an agent to one of the interrogation rooms.
I saw a wooden frame standing next to the wall of the room, with a bruised woman tied to it. She was the waitress of the restaurant, and next to her were interrogators holding various torture instruments.
"Pah~pah~"
"Tell me, what's your name and where are your accomplices?"
A leather whip hit the woman's face hard, and her skin was instantly torn, but she just glanced at the interrogator contemptuously, spat out bloody spit, and then closed her eyes.
This reaction angered the agents. They took out the red-hot tongs from the brazier and pressed them against the opponent's collarbone while grinning, making a creepy sizzling sound.
After a burst of thick smoke, the charred clothing and the rapidly shrinking wounds were stuck together. The woman groaned, her body trembled violently, and she clenched her hands tied to the wooden frame.
Da Yue stood there with her arms folded, watching this scene with interest, becoming more and more curious about Zuo Zhong. If an ordinary subordinate was so tough, what would happen to him after he was arrested.
Since coming to the Republic of China, he has seen many generals who retreated without fighting, officials who betrayed their country for glory, and businessmen who bowed their heads. This was the first time he saw such a warrior who was not afraid of torture.
As we all know, the operating style of a department is usually directly related to the personality of its business chief. If you want to fully understand Zuo Zhong, this prisoner is the best way.
"Hashido sack."
Thinking of this, Da Yue stopped the interrogator, walked up to the woman step by step, raised her hand and gently touched the bloody wound, shook her head slightly and persuaded in a tone full of regret.
"I have seen through your actions. Those battle plans are all fake. Your office has failed. It is meaningless for you to remain silent. Why ask for trouble.
As long as you cooperate, reveal your identity or help us catch Zuo Zhong, I can give you a large sum of money and send you to the mainland of the empire to ensure your safety. "
Facing his persuasion and temptation, the woman was silent for a moment, her jaw suddenly forced hard, and she bit her tongue off. Blood gushes out from the broken hole, quickly filling her entire mouth.
Before the Japanese could react, she used all her strength to swallow the tongue and blood in her mouth, then gritted her teeth until she fainted from the pain.
"Baga! Quickly pry open her mouth and let the doctor bandage it!"
Otsuki yelled in shock, although biting the tongue will not cause immediate death, but if the other person bites the artery at the base of the tongue or the trachea or respiratory tract is blocked by blood, it will still be life-threatening.
He did not expect the Chinese intelligence officers to be so cruel to him. The human tongue is rich in nerves. When it is injured, the body will instinctively feel pain, causing the teeth to automatically loosen and the tongue to retract.
Those who can defeat this instinct are those who are determined and have strong perseverance. When encountering such an opponent, even if it is an enemy, Otsuki cannot help but respect him.
The agents frantically pinched the chewing muscles on the woman's face, trying to get her mouth to open, but to no avail, so they had no choice but to punch the woman in the cheek.
Once, twice, three times, after being punched again and again, the woman finally opened her mouth. The doctor who had been waiting for a long time opened the dilation forceps and used tweezers to hold cotton to stop the bleeding.
It has to be said that the Japanese have a high level of trauma treatment. Under emergency treatment, the woman's wound quickly stopped bleeding, and her life was saved.
The problem is, after a series of complex examinations, the doctor said with an ugly face that the other party's injuries were very serious and he had basically lost his speech function.
In other words, unless the woman actively cooperates with the interrogation and explains the issues in writing, it will be difficult for them to obtain any useful information.
But such a professional intelligence officer who can endure the pain of biting off his tongue, no one can
There is no way to determine whether the other party will stab him directly in the head after getting the pen.
After hearing this, Da Yue took a deep breath and ordered the torture to continue. Since this person wanted to die, let her do it and see if it was their torture tools or the other person's mouth that was harder.
At the same time, he had a hunch that this diehard must be an important member of the Secret Service. Once a breakthrough was opened in him, he would be close to catching Zuo Zhong.
The interrogators were given the instruction to live or die, and they completely let go of their hands and used the tiger bench, waterboarding, and electric chair, all of which resulted in no results.
Otsuki, who gradually lost his patience, even resorted to ice torture, a method specifically targeted at female agents - placing the interrogation target on ice and pouring cold water on it over and over again.
Due to the structure of the body, under low-temperature stimulation, the target's lower body will completely lose consciousness, become incontinent, and undergo both physical and psychological torture.
Even so, the Japanese still failed to obtain a confession. They were so incompetent that they launched a fatigue offensive, not letting the woman rest for a moment, in an attempt to destroy the other party's psychological defense.
High-wattage light bulbs illuminated the small interrogation room as if it were daytime, and harsh noises were played continuously from the speakers. Secret agents entered the interrogation room every half hour to wake up the interrogation target.
As the time on the watch passed by one minute and one second, Otsuki, who was watching on the sidelines, changed from calm and relaxed to restless, then from restless to anxious, and finally turned around and left.
He did not have time to guide the business work of the Secret Service. The part of the combat plan taken away by the Chinese was invalidated, and the new combat plan had to be formulated before the troops sent from Central China arrived.
Otherwise, Commander Juichi Terauchi will lose face in front of the other commander, and he will be the first to suffer misfortune. No one can bear the anger of such a big shot, even an imperial noble.
Three days later.
Otsuki finished reviewing a thick stack of documents, with a satisfied smile on his face, and immediately ordered his subordinates to send the information on the next military deployment of the North China Front to the secret room.
As long as the headquarters had no objections, the preparations for the Xucheng Battle would be over. The rest was the work of the combat troops and had nothing to do with him. He could finally take a break.
He stood up and stretched, then as if he thought of something, he pressed the electric bell on the table to summon the agents outside the door.
"Did that woman confess? Also, when will the train from Shanghai to Beiping arrive? Has the headquarters sent anyone to greet the guy from the south?"
Otsuki stood in front of the mirror in the office, adjusting her appearance, asking two questions, and pinched off an acne on her face.
"Reporting to you, Colonel, we are still interrogating and there is no result yet."
The agent bowed to apologize, lowered his head and replied, "The train will arrive at Zhengyangmen Railway Station in one hour. I didn't hear any news that anyone was going to greet it."
Fastening the buttons on the collar of the military uniform, Otsuki nodded. This was within his expectation. North China and Central China had both cooperation and competition, so naturally no one cared about the arrival of a lieutenant colonel.
After thinking about it, a smile appeared in his eyes and he ordered the secret agent: "Go and prepare the vehicle. You guys will accompany me to the train station to pick up people. You are all working for His Majesty Tian Locust. Don't let people think that the North China Front Army does not understand etiquette.
Well, let the Central Hotel in Donghua Gate prepare a luxurious guest room and a table of meals. The other party is serving in a place like Shanghai and is used to the feasting and feasting, so as not to avoid being poorly treated and making people say weird things. "
"Hai."
The agent hurriedly walked out after returning the order. For the highest military organization in Beiping and even North China, arranging accommodation and meals for a large number of people was a simple matter.
A few minutes later, knowing that everything had been arranged, Dayue got into the car and rushed to the train station with a smile, guessing what kind of person would come from Huazhong.
The other party can be entrusted with the important task of determining whether the combat plan has been leaked. The background must not be simple. If you can have a good relationship with this person, you will have more connections in the military.
Da Yue couldn't help but sigh. They all say that officialdom is like a battlefield. In fact, the strife in officialdom is more cruel than the battlefield. Otherwise,
That's the case, how could he be a colonel until now.
Colonel sounds good, but according to military regulations, when a staff officer like him joins a field unit, he will automatically be demoted one level, and he cannot even be a commander.
Looking at the officers who are about the same age as him and have graduated from mainland universities, the lowest positions are captains. As soon as the years are up, it is easy to get the star and become a general.
Is this fair?
Of course it's not fair. Who said he wasn't a student at the Army University? Those bastards from the Tianbao Money Group and the Saber Group have monopolized the channels for promotion in the military. No wonder there are unknown incidents.
Otsuki, who madly denounced the Japanese Army's potential for promotion, smashed the car window and wished he could go back to that day on February 26 and kill all the national thieves who stood in the way of his promotion.
The agents in the car didn't know what was going on and didn't dare to ask why Colonel Colonel was angry. Seeing this, the driver stepped on the accelerator and drove quickly towards the train station.
"Uuuuuuuu~"
In the distance, a train blew its whistle and drove into Zhengyangmen Station. A young lieutenant colonel wearing a Zhaowu-style military uniform walked out of the first-class carriage at the rear of the train.
The conductor who was maintaining order did not dare to neglect. He stopped other passengers in the carriage, temporarily cleared the corridor, and respectfully sent the other passengers to the door.
The train moved slowly and steadily, and white steam emerged from the bottom of the car and enveloped the platform. When the smoke dissipated, the door was opened, and the Lieutenant Colonel walked out of the carriage lazily.
"Didi didi~"
At this time, Otsuki stood beside the car and pressed the car horn. The sound attracted the attention of many passengers, including the lieutenant colonel.
When he saw the car and a group of Japanese soldiers driving onto the platform, the man smiled and raised two fingers in an inappropriate American military salute.
Otsuki, who witnessed all this, was also smiling. It seemed that the other party had also studied in a military academy in the Omi country. Xixi, they must have a lot in common.
The two people with bright smiles stepped forward in unison, held their hands tightly together, and solemnly introduced themselves.
"Hello, Hiroshi Otsuki."
"Hello, Takeo Okada."
Just as they were exchanging greetings, in an abandoned house in Beiping City, Wu Chunyang, whose pseudonym was Jia Jixiang, bit gauze in his mouth and stabbed the wound on his left arm with tweezers in his right hand.
After a few grunts, he took out the warhead and threw it into an enamel jar filled with alcohol. There was a clang, and someone outside the door heard the sound and opened the door, and then there was a burst of whispers in the room.
"When people arrive, keep an eye on them."
"yes."
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