Creak!
The door was pushed open, and a thick smell of blood immediately assaulted his senses. Yang Yifan's eyes immediately became slightly empty.
It was a Chinese man covered in blood.
At this moment, his hands were tied behind his back, and his fingers were bound with hemp rope. He fell directly onto a steel torture rack.
In other words, the weight of the entire body was borne by the thumb.
Yang Yifan could tell at a glance that the man's thumb and shoulder had been dislocated. Yang Yifan did not know how much pain it was because he had never suffered such treatment before. However, he at least knew the phrase 'ten fingers connected to the heart'.
"Pull it up."
The moment the two Japanese entered, they immediately shouted.
Creak!
Creak!
The two Japanese guards at the side immediately reached out and grabbed the hemp rope, hanging him in the air.
Crack!
Yang Yifan clearly heard the terrifying sound of bones cracking. He knew that the man's shoulder bone had cracked, but he did not see any fear on the man's face, not even the slightest bit.
Crash!
One of the Japanese soldiers kicked the man, and a wooden board filled with needles slid under the man.
If he wanted to reduce the pain in his shoulder, he could only try his best to step on the things below. However, the result was that the soles of his feet would be pierced by the thin needles and become bloody holes.
"Yuxi, Zhi Na Zhu, are you comfortable?”
Bah!
There was no response. A mouthful of blood fell on the ghost's face.
Looking at that man, looking at his bloody and scarred face, Yang Yifan did not know why, but his nose felt a little sour. This was a true Chinese man, a man who could stand up to the heavens and the earth, a man who was unyielding.
Bang!
The angry Japanese man punched his stomach. The huge force caused his originally weak body to bend violently. He opened his mouth and spat out a large mouthful of black blood.
"F * ck you, little Japanese, haven't you eaten? Harder. Again."
Baka!
The Japanese were furious. Did this damned Chinese think he was enjoying a massage?
Swoosh!
He picked up a nail board beside him and threw it over.
Puff!
Blood gushed out, and rows of tiny bloody holes immediately appeared on the man's body.
Crash!
The ghost pulled out the fish-hook-like nail, and a large piece of bloody flesh immediately appeared.
His flesh and skin were torn apart and peeled off. The immense pain made the man's body tense up. Even with his amazing perseverance, he could not help but clench his teeth in pain and let out a muffled cry.
Fresh blood and cold sweat kept intertwining and dripping onto the floor, but the man did not say a word from beginning to end.
These were the soldiers of Huaxia!
A Chinese soldier made of iron!
The moment he raised his head, the man's gaze met Yang Yifan's.
A hint of surprise and doubt flashed in his eyes, which then turned into a faint look of relief.
When he saw Yang Yifan's right hand fall into his trouser pocket, the man bit his lips and shook his head gently, as if he was enduring pain.
No!
Yang Yifan understood. The man told him not to do anything.
This was a silent communication that only Chinese people understood. No matter how much the Japanese looked like Chinese, they were not Chinese. Therefore, the man recognized that Yang Yifan was not a Japanese and could tell from his eyes that he was not a traitor.
Crash!
The steaming hot water poured down from his head.
Ah!
The man was in so much pain that his entire body was spasming. He gritted his teeth so hard that they were about to break, but he still did not make a sound.
His skin turned red after being drenched by the boiling water.
"Zhi Na pig, I'll show you my pig-cutting skills. Enjoy it.”
A Japanese man laughed and walked over with a metal brush in his hand.
Swoosh!
The brush only lightly scratched the man's body, and strips of bloody flesh fell off.
The man's body kept trembling, and the immense pain surged like a tidal wave.
In just two or three strokes, Yang Yifan saw that the man's arm had already revealed the ghastly white bones, looking extremely terrifying.
This had the same effect as the thousand cuts. Yang Yifan knew that this was called the punishment of washing up.
"Zhi Na pig, tell me your name and I'll let you go.”
The Japanese started to lure him. The name was just a small problem. Once the guy opened his mouth, the interrogation would be much easier.
"Sure,"
A smile appeared on the man's bloody face.
In this situation, only the Chinese soldiers could laugh. Yang Yifan knew that the two Japanese would be disappointed because he knew that the Chinese soldiers only died standing. They never lived kneeling.
"Tell me quickly."
The ghost's face was filled with excitement. What bullsh * t unyielding Chinese soldiers? What bullsh * t iron-forged Chinese soldiers? In front of them, they were nothing.
"My surname is Ri."
Surnamed Ri?
The two Japanese were stunned. Did Huaxia have this surname?
However, when they thought about the countless surnames in China, they felt relieved.
"F * ck what?"
"F * ck your grandpa."
Swoosh!
The faces of the two Japanese turned green. They picked up the nail board beside them and smashed the iron brush at the man.
Blood splattered everywhere as flesh and blood fell off.
The scene was bloody and terrifying to the extreme.
Although he had a will as strong as steel, the man still shook his body in pain. He wanted to break free, but he couldn't. He could only bear the immense pain of being skinned and boned.
Whoosh!
Yang Yifan took a deep breath and silently turned his head. His eyes were a little sore and he could not bear to continue watching. He really wanted to make a move, but he still chose to listen to that man's words just now. Endure!
At this moment, he suddenly thought of a saying:
You and I have a peaceful life, because someone is carrying a heavy burden forward!
At this moment, many people in China were still enjoying their comfortable and leisurely lives. They were discussing what to eat for their next meal and which country to travel to the next day. However, they did not know that there was a Chinese soldier in this place who had been tortured by the Japanese for the sake of the country, the nation, and the safety of the people. He had not said a word from the beginning to the end.
At this moment, Yang Yifan suddenly had a strong urge to join the army. If he could return to China alive this time, he would definitely join the army.
He regretted being a soldier for three years, but if he didn't join the army, he would regret it for the rest of his life.
"Officers, Team Leader Yamamoto is looking for you.”
After hearing the report, the two angry ghosts stopped and threw away the torture tools.
"Matsushita-kun, try it."
"Let's go see the team leader."
Yang Yifan grunted. He knew that his chance had come.
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