Hongmao is a small military camp that is a little more remote than the city. It is a battalion of troops. It usually serves as a small black room and a solitary room. Today, a group of special guests came.
A group of ten people, with their hands tied, could see ten newly made wooden frames with crosses in the middle.
It should be very useful for tying people up.
There was anger in the eyes of the ten people, but there was no fear.
A battalion commander with red hair, he looks pretty good, but the curly hair on that end makes him look a little uncomfortable.
At this moment, her breasts were exposed* and she was bragging over a bottle of wine.
"Tell me, what is your purpose? I don't believe in patrolling. This is our defense zone. Why are you patrolling? If you don't tell the truth today, you won't be able to leave this room."
"Also, tell me honestly where are the women you hid."
The curly-haired officer was chattering, while a Chinese man next to him who bowed his head was translating.
He just glanced at a few people from a place where Curly Hair couldn't see, and whispered: "You guys, if you can't do it, just recruit them. Red Hair is the best at tormenting people. Look at this scar."
The officer smiled proudly.
But at this time, the leader inside was the squad leader.
Shaking his head: "I see you are also a man of etiquette. How could you consider a thief as your father and force a good girl to become a prostitute?"
The translator was horrified.
"Hero, you can't use this idiom carelessly. I'm just a translator. I've never done anything harmful."
The squad leader shook his head: "I don't believe it! Unless you kill him."
Nunu stared at the curly-haired officer.
The translator was about to cry.
"If I had that ability, why would I be arrested as a translator?"
In other words, many foreigners in the three provinces are well versed in all three provinces, but most of them are still illiterate.
Because these people are only at the mobilization level in their country, how high their quality can be expected is one of the reasons why the red-haired national power is declining.
What do soldiers fight to the end? Culture and quality.
It is no exaggeration to say that Nie Li's squad did not carry heavy weapons at all, but they ran for most of the night with a company of troops.
It was not until late at night, after leaving the rescued women, that they were not familiar with the terrain and took advantage of the loopholes before they were caught, otherwise they would have been able to run outside and escape.
Otherwise, this group of people really might not catch them.
Quality is combat effectiveness.
Curly Hair looked a little irritated as the two people chatted.
"How is it? Have they said anything?"
When the translator heard the voice, he quickly turned around and nodded and bowed again.
"Taijun, oh no, battalion commander, they only said two words and didn't say anything."
Curly was angry.
Pointing at the translator's nose and yelling, "Are you lying to me? You kept mumbling for so long. Just two words? I don't believe it."
The translator hurriedly stepped forward: "Battal Commander, you don't know. Our Chinese people like to quote scriptures when talking. They say a lot, but they are actually just two words, so there is no need to talk about it. And the long paragraph you said was them scolding me. They say I'm a traitor."
"Battal Commander, I was wronged. I was arrested. You can testify, right?"
The battalion commander nodded confusedly, looked at the pitiful translator, felt compassion, and quickly comforted him, "Yes, translator Gao has worked hard."
He values this translator quite a bit. Which battalion-level cadre in the entire army has a separate translator?
None.
Fortunately for him, he caught this man's weak spot by chance, his mother.
Otherwise, there is none.
Whenever I go to a group meeting or have a meeting, everyone is envious when they see his translation.
The translator wiped the sweat from his forehead.
Damn it, my child must go to school in the future. Curly Hair is suffering from lack of education.
The interrogation continued. The translator couldn't bear to watch several people suffer, but there was nothing he could do.
I can only look at it like this.
But a few people were stunned and didn't say a word.
During this period, some people couldn't bear it anymore, but after the monitor just said a few words, they gritted their teeth and persisted.
"Think about your family, why can you live such a good life now? If you tell me, you know the fate of traitors, especially the various rules in our Shendu underworld, you know even more."
"But if you don't tell me, your family and even your children don't have to worry about starving to death in this life. The handsome man has nothing but plenty of money. You have two options, you choose."
The man gritted his teeth and persisted.
Yes, if I were recruited, how could I still have these benefits?
Even family members will be affected.
The Chinese people hate traitors the most, otherwise, there would be no such thing as a domestic slave with three surnames.
Facing severe torture, he said nothing.
On the other end, Nie Li called Bilikov's headquarters.
Bilikov has shown great power on the battlefield recently, which is a joy.
Not only were the casualties much smaller, there was even a rumor among the soldiers that they had met a commander who was willing to spend money for the soldiers.
This was of great help to him when he returned to China to take up his post.
It's just that in the past two days, I don't know if the support from the Foot Pot Chicken has arrived or something, but the firepower seems to have been blocked a lot, which makes Bilikov very angry.
But when I think about my family background, I feel relieved. I still don’t have enough equipment.
I was about to talk to Nie Li on the phone to discuss buying some weapons.
Unexpectedly, Nie Li's call came.
"Dawalishi, my brother, I was just about to call you, but I didn't expect you to call me first."
Nie Li was stunned by these words.
Could it be that I can’t use the topic to my advantage? Has anyone been found?
"Could it be that my brothers have been found?"
Nie Li said.
Bilikoff was stunned.
What kind of soldier?
"There is no such thing as soldiers. I just want to mention it to you. Those weapons of yours are very useful. I plan to buy some more, especially bullets. Those things are urgently needed!"
The bullets are not universal, so I can only buy Nie Li's.
Heavy machine guns can be used with 400 rounds per minute, but once the war starts, they have to be fired suddenly.
Seeing the short-legged radishes falling down like wheat, he felt that the money was well spent.
Nie Li snorted coldly: "I am not your big warrior. I am calling you, Commander, to ask if you have seen ten of our soldiers. Ten soldiers got lost in front of our defense line. I think the commander needs to give me an explanation. Otherwise, I won’t rule out the possibility of looking for it myself.”
Nie Li's words left Bilikov completely confused.
"General Nie, it's impossible. How could my soldiers kidnap your soldiers? This is impossible."
Nie Li was almost his living ancestor now. In order for Nie Li not to cause trouble for him and continue to provide ammunition support, even his secretary was sent out.
How could he provoke Nie Li?
"Maybe it's impossible. Anyway, my soldier is lost. He hasn't appeared since last night. No one on our defense line except cats and dogs dares to come close. If it's not me, it must be you. You must give me an explanation. .”
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