Chapter 3 Violence

Serum wind nodded. The court has already issued a holy order to fully support Su Xiao and others. What's more, he has been on the southern front for a few years, and he also hopes to leave as soon as possible. After all, he is really not used to this subtropical, rainy, humid and hot climate.

Then he said, "Please." Just go out first.

When the generals saw that Su Yong seemed to want to try the old method that they could not be forced to ask again, they also followed with a curious attitude of observation and learning.

The prison exudes a musty smell. Everyone went in and sniffed.

The jailer saw that many bosses came one after another, which was an unprecedented event. He quickly handed over the tea, took the dirty sunflower fan, and kept fanning in several vents, but the fishy smell in the prison was still the same.

More than 30 dwarf Japanese prisoners were separated into five groups and locked in several adjacent cells with chains on their hands and feet. Listening to the cell head who kept nodding and bowing next to the serum wind, it turned out that there were more than 50, and some of them were on hunger strike.

Su Yong was also surprised that the dwarf Japanese were so determined.

Seeing a group of generals walking through the outside, a man in the middle of the cell suddenly laughed, laughing while scolding "Bag, Bage" or something. Obviously, this man was a leader. As he shouted crazily, several people next to him also shouted, showing a ferocious laughter under his straw-like hair.

"Open this room." Su Yong said to the head of the prison.

The head of the prison looked at him hesitantly. Just now, he already knew that this was the famous General Su Yong. In case something happened in this prison, it would be troublesome.

"Su...General Su, that is... the head of Taro, who is fierce, or change it?" The prisoner said in a hurry. The day before yesterday, a jailer went to deliver food and almost bit off half of his ear. This man was the first murderer in the prison.

"It's him." Su Yong said again. The prison head nodded slightly under the serum wind and finally opened the door.

Su Yong motioned everyone to wait outside and walked in alone.

Although the short Japanese were carrying iron chains in their hands, their actions were not very restrained. When they saw an unarmed Yanlong general came in, he seemed to have already discussed it. He shouted loudly and rushed over like a swarm of bees.

However, before their dirty bodies approached, and the exclamation of the jailers outside sounded, a crisp sound was heard. All six of them fell in the corner, and their bodies were broken somewhere. The muscles on their faces twitched one by one, showing pain in their hearts and lungs.

The serum wind frowned slightly. The crisp sound was heard in other people's ears, just a sound, but in the ears of perverted masters like him, he naturally heard six sounds, and Su Yong's lightning-like action also clearly fell into his eyes.

"This General Su really didn't come from bragging. It depends on the kick of six people in a row, and all six people were broken. The fierce leg strength and speed are still above Yang Feihu." He was relieved now. If such a person enters the cell, how can anyone hurt him?

Su Yong looked at the guy who shouted Bag just now, ignored the pain on his face, and pointed his finger: "Yours, what's Taro, get up."

The guy stared at him fiercely, and the scars on his ears turned red in an instant, which showed that he was really angry. However, Su Yong just gave up their idea of raiding the general. In order not to lose, he had to pretend that he didn't hear it and reached out to press the broken leg.

However, before his head fell, a sharp pain suddenly came from his ear. Turning his head and looking, it turned out that the Yanlong general had come to him in an instant, grabbed his injured ear with one hand and dragged it out.

Su Yong, holding this guy's ear with one hand, dragged Taro out and fell in the middle of the cell. Looking at the frightened and frightened eyes of the dwarf Japanese in the cells on both sides, he rarely smiled and said, "Yours, don't understand Yan Longyu?"

Yamamoto Taro felt that his ears were about to crack, but the blood left on his neck made him wake up a little. He shouted angrily, "Bag, yours, don't ask anything. Ours is to be loyal to the emperor.

Without finishing his words, Su Yong slapped him, and his six or seven teeth sprayed out with a mouthful of blood.

"Very good," Su Yong only feels extremely happy when he has a chance to beat these bitches. He smiled and said, "You have a lot of backbone. In this case, someone is on hunger strike. Why don't you follow?"

These people are locked up here together, and those who are on hunger strike can naturally see that since someone is taking the lead, why don't these people go with them?

Naturally, this is because they are still afraid of death. It's just that fear of death is one thing, which doesn't mean that they will betray the emperor. After all, hunger strike and death are two concepts.

The difference, that is to say, their mind is only a little worse than those who committed suicide.

Taro Yamamoto smiled angrily and said, "Yours, Yan Longren, think you can ask if you torture me, or something? Haha."

The performance of this dwarf Japanese also makes the generals outside extremely headache. These days, they have also made a lot of torture tricks, but they can't make it work. Now that Taro Yamamoto is so tough, they all feel unwise about Su Yong's choice. Some people shook their heads.

Su Yong waved his hand and called two jailers in. He lowered his head and ordered. Both of them were a little puzzled, but they both left with their fists.

Taro Yamamoto was stunned for a moment and immediately understood it. He laughed smartly and said, "Yours, save a little, right? Mine, Taro Yamamoto's, don't be afraid."

Two jailers came in, holding two plates. There were still some moving things on the plates, which were dark and looked quite strange.

"In Yanlong's culture, the study of the human body is extremely profound, including the side branch of tendons and veins." Su Yong looked outside with a smile. The generals looked at each other and didn't know what to say. Everyone was practicing martial arts. How can they not understand the acupuncture points and veins? Does he still have to preach to the dwarf Japanese here?

"Under the soles of people's feet, there is a acupuncture point called Yongquan acupuncture point. When stimulated, tears flow on the face and the pain are unbearable." Su Yong motioned to the two jailers to pull up the broken leg of Taro Yamamoto's unbroken trousers, remove the shoes, and then grab a few nails from one of the faces.

"Generally, Yanlong acupuncture and moxibustion uses silver needles to stimulate acupuncture points." Su Yong said again, "But we are soldiers. Naturally, we are not as exquisite as those doctors who study medicine." Su Yong said this and picked up a small hammer from the plate.

Taro Yamamoto's body was already trembling at this time. These days, I have tasted a lot of soldering iron with my fingers, but this is different. The previous pain can directly faint, but the more painful it is, the more sober it is, and the more sober it is, the more difficult it will be.

Su Yong pointed the rusty nails at the Yongquan cave under his feet and said with a smile, "I heard that you short Japanese often eat kelp, but your method of iron supplementation is still not good. How can it be faster than directly sucking iron in? I'll help you supplement your iron. Maybe you can still grow up?"

Taro Yamamoto's face turned pale and his voice trembled: "Yours, dare? Mine, I'm going to kill you."

"Very good, you are so fierce that you dare to threaten me." Su Yong suddenly turned pale, and the small hammer in his right hand tapped gently: "But I'm not afraid."

These words were just said lightly, and they were submerged in an extremely tragic howling in an instant.

When the nail was knocked in, Taro Yamamoto's big mouth without a few teeth was stimulated and closed, and the remaining teeth were also reimbursed, and a shout with blood and flesh teeth sprayed out together.

But Yamamoto did not feel dizzy. In fact, the stimulation of the acupuncture point made him extremely sober. He felt the numb and heartbreaking pain, but he had no way to die. He just shivered all over his body, desperately hit the ground with his head, and grinded crazily. After a while, his face was full of blood.

As for the ear that had already been cracked, it had already been worn off at this moment, and it was bloodyly placed in the cold blood water, attracting several fearless mosquitoes to fly over.

When the other prisoners in the cell saw such a miserable situation, they trembled one by one and dared not look at it again.

But I can't see it. I can still hear it. I can't help covering my ears with my hands, but how can I completely cover them? Some dwarf Japanese have already had a psychological breakdown. If Su Yong wants to find them, they may immediately give in.

"You, perverted devil, I'm going to fight with you." Taro Yamamoto, who was full of blood and carrion on his forehead, was the commander of a warship, and his heart was also extremely tenacious. At this moment, after hitting the ground with his head several times in a row, he unexpectedly raised his last thought and hit Su Yong fiercely.

However, Su Yong just gently avoided it and flashed by, and then smiled, "Compared with perverts, who can compare with you Japanese?" He raised another plate in his hand and sighed, "You are really a fierce man. Well, I will fulfill your loyalty to the emperor."

He shook the plate at the crowd and said with a smile, "It's a pity for these hard-earned leeches. Come on, cut this Taro's nose and plug it with 20 or 30 holes. The rest should be slowly drilled in a few iron nail holes in Yongquan Cave, so that he should be sober and strong.

Everyone couldn't help trembling all over. This General Su is really cruel, so that he can't even die, so he can only make himself crazy from the bottom of his heart.

Just when the generals and all the dwarf Japanese in the prison felt that the cold wind hit people in an instant, the extremely crazy Yamamoto Taro suddenly screamed like crazy and said, "Let go, mine, help me, I'm going, I've got it, I've got..."