At this moment, the two enemies continued to abuse him. One forced him to clasp his hands and hug the wooden stake; the other took out a thick rope and tied his two palms to the wooden stake. It seemed that several ropes were tied around his body. On the back of the hand, only ten fingers attached to the wooden stakes were exposed.
The tall man chatted with the narrow-eyed enemy for a while. The squinting enemy said to Qian Lie, "Sir, your country has invaded our territory, and it is natural for us to annihilate the invading enemy." As long as you tell us the information about your garrison, you will be released immediately.
Don't confuse right and wrong. Our country's territory was provoked by your country's sending troops. Instead, say that our country invaded your country's territory. Qian Lie let go of his voice and fought back in self-defense. Unfortunately, he fell into the enemy's hands. He just wanted to die, and he would have no regrets. He looked at his hands that were tied with wooden stakes and said, "How can you abuse a prisoner of war like this?" The squinting enemy translated what Qian Lie said. The tall man listened and glared at Qian Lie.
An enemy took out a bamboo stick, clamped one with a vise, and inserted the sharp end into the root of the nail of Qian Lie's left thumb. The transparent nail was obviously soaked with little bits of bright red blood. A heartbreaking pain caused Qian Lie to grit his teeth.
The enemy with squinting eyes is approaching him. As soon as you attack him, stop sticking bamboo sticks immediately. Qian Lie ignored it. The enemy picked up a second bamboo stick and pierced it into the root of the index finger of his left hand in the same way. Then the third, fourth... and twentieth bamboo sticks all pierced into the ten of his hands one by one. nail.
He was in agony, his neck hung heavily, but he did not moan. Some of his fingers were bleeding from the entrance of the bamboo stick.
At this time, another enemy grabbed his hair and pulled him back. Qian Lie's pale face looked up to the sky. The corners of his mouth had deep bite marks and was bleeding. The enemy looked at him ferociously and said something, and of course he knew that the enemy was planning to use more cruel methods to force him to submit.
Sure enough, the squinting enemy spoke. There is an old saying from neighboring countries: Those who know the current affairs are heroes. If you don't know the current affairs, no one can save you.
At this time, the enemy's main force, about tens of thousands of people, was walking across the road in rows and rows, and the formation was not small. The squinting enemy is trying to take the opportunity to break Qian Lie's will. Look at the might of our army. Even if you don't say a word about military aircraft, we are still a victorious army. If you tell us some military information that we think is useful, you can immediately avoid this cruel punishment.
Seeing that Qian Lie couldn't hold on any longer, the enemy released his grip on his hair. Qian Lie was furious when he saw his narrow-eyed enemy trying to persuade him to surrender. He suddenly raised his head and spat a mouthful of bloody spit on his face.
The squinting enemy became angry, raised his hand to wipe away the dirt on his face and shouted, "Give me a heavier punishment." Seeing this, the tall man also screamed, as if to cheer up the squinting enemy.
The two enemies who stabbed Qian Lie's fingernails with bamboo sticks became more and more cruel. One of the enemies smiled cruelly, took a pair of pliers and struck hard on the top of the bamboo stick. Every time he struck, there was a burst of heartbreaking pain. Qian Lie's frowning eyebrows trembled again in severe pain.
Another enemy also used more cruel methods. He even stuck one or two bamboo sticks into the gaps between Qian Lie's nails, and then signaled the enemy with pliers to tap hard again. Only the thumbs of Qian Lie's left and right hands were visible. The nails on the index finger, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger were cracked or peeled off, and they were dripping with blood.
Qian Lie lowered his head in pain, and his body collapsed under the wooden stake that witnessed the enemy's crimes. The squinting enemy still couldn't understand his hatred, so he took the pliers from another enemy's hand, clamped the bloody half of Qian Lie's fingernail that was broken but had not completely fallen off, and immediately tore it off. Qian Lie yelled "Ouch", his voice was very soft, and people could feel his tenacious willpower to resist the pain.
The squinting enemy grabbed Qian Lie's hair again and pulled him back, making him look up at his angry face. Qian Lie's mouth was still bleeding, but his forehead and cheeks were sweating. The enemy with squinting eyes waved the clamped half of a fingernail soaked in blood in front of Qian Lie's eyes and said, "This is the result of your resistance." Killing you now is as easy as killing an ant. But I cannot let you die easily, I must torture you to death slowly.
The tall man didn't know what he was saying, so the squinting enemy immediately translated: As long as you change your mind and tell us the information our army needs, the commander just said, stop the torture of nailing your fingers with bamboo sticks immediately, and we will send military doctors to heal your injuries. .
Don't have any wishful thinking. Now that you've been caught, you don't want to go back alive. Qian Lie's voice was very low: When fighting the enemy, you have to be kind even if you don't succeed. The squinting enemy then translated these words into their native language. After hearing this, the tall man stamped his feet and roared, but he didn't know what he was shouting.
The enemy who started to drive bamboo sticks into Qian Lie's nails approached the tall man, said something, and then walked away. Another enemy stabbed his mouth with a bayonet, and Qian Lie's mouth, which was already stained with blood, became more and more splattered with blood, so that the tip of the bayonet was dyed red. The enemy was still stabbing his punctured mouth with a bayonet and yelling fiercely. The squinting enemy is still translating: Do you hear me? If you don't confess, you will die a good death.
The enemy slashed his face and cheek with a bayonet again, and his whole head was covered with blood, like a torch burning with anger. Of course, Qian Lie was no longer able to struggle. His head was lowered, and the hands tied to the wooden stakes were still holding his leaning body.
The enemy who walked away just now came again, carrying an aluminum pot with a beak like a bird's mouth. The pot was filled with scalding, scalding boiling water. He approached Qian Lie, and the tall man gestured to the squinting enemy to speak. The squinting enemy stretched out his hand to lift Qian Lie's chin. His bloody face looked up at the cloudy sky, but his eyes were tightly closed and did not open.
The squinting enemy slapped his eyes: Open your eyes and take a look, you will be asked to take a shower soon. If it's still 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 brutal killings began, the enemy pointed the spout at Qian Lie's head and sifted it. With a "squeak" sound, the boiling water poured down from his head. He screamed, and the boiling water was like a stream of water. The white-hot water dragon entangled, threatened, and bitten Qian Lie's head, neck, and body, causing Qian Lie to faint. His soul also suddenly left his body, floating above the enemy's heads, angrily overlooking their atrocities.
When the tall man saw that Qian Lie was motionless, he screamed again. Another enemy slashed open his stomach with a bayonet, and a bunch of intestines poured out.
The enemy then dug out his stomach with his hands, cut it open and opened it, and the gastric juice inside splashed all over his hands. The enemy did not give up, and finally found sticky scraps of paper inside. It was originally a military aircraft pattern that Qian Lie chewed up and swallowed to prevent it from falling into the enemy's hands. Now it is taken out bit by bit from Qian Lie's stomach, but it is completely unclear. It has clearly returned to the original pulp and has no effect on the enemy.
The tall man was very angry. He picked up his bayonet and stabbed Qian Lie's already dilapidated body several times.
