Chapter 130 Second Investigation Lesson

"It's been three days!"

Li Jiaping, who is used to this stench in a water prison full of poop, knows that he has been locked up here for a day and a night.

Yesterday, if he was still in class at school, he was instructed by the teacher to send a batch of weapons to Zhenjiang with two other students, but as soon as he arrived in Zhenjiang, he was surrounded by Qing soldiers as soon as he arrived at the joint place with those guns.

I wanted to resist but didn't bring a gun. Although there was a gun in the box, the gun and bullets were packed in a box that needed a sled stick to open, but as soon as I realized it, I was put a gun to my head by the group of Qing soldiers who rushed up. When I woke up, I was locked in my cell.

The full captives who interrogated them did not directly beat them with the imaginary torture, but directly striped off their clothes, and then ordered him and his classmates to stand in front of the corner of the wall, with their hands raised behind their necks, and their bodies should be straight. They were not allowed to move. They were not allowed to speak. They stood for a few hours. As long as they moved, they were stained with spicy. The whip of pepper water will be whipped up.

Standing there all over, letting them talk and laughing, and even occasionally touching their buttocks. At that time, the embarrassment in my heart only made people just want to hit their heads to death without such insults, but stood there in a posture, facing the wall for a few hours, and the uncomfortable taste appeared. Thinking about it, it also made the Li family feel lingering.

Every minute, I feel that my arms, feet and head are getting heavier and heavier. Every part of my body, even the joints of my fingers, are as if pressed by thousands of pounds of things, with cold sweat all over my body, and finally the skin and flesh itches again, like thousands of ants crawling and biting on my body. Just as I was about to move, beside When the people on the side whipped, they would shout, and then cut off their heads when they moved. Li Jiaping bit it and persisted until the end, hour by hour. Finally, after standing for an unknown time, he was taken to the interrogation room. It was not until then that he knew that Manru had already noticed them.

Huangpu Sports School gathered soldiers in the name of fake sports. They were sending weapons to the traitors in Zhenjiang, and so on... The people who reviewed him knew almost everything. Li Jiaping, who was shocked, just explained according to that way that the sports school was indeed a sports school. The guns they made were stolen from the school's gun warehouse. The reason why they came was I want to sell these guns to pay off the debt.

When interrogating him, the official who interrogated him finally shot him in the eye with a big light bulb. He never stopped all night, and the captive finally even proudly told him that it didn't matter whether he could do it or not, because they had enough evidence, and his accomplice had begun to confess. If he is stubborn to the end and refuses to explain, not to mention him at that time, even his family can't be saved and kill the nine clans!

They would never recruit. If it hadn't been for the last bottom line in his heart to support Li Jiaping, I don't know how many times he almost recruited. He knew that he couldn't recruit, but once he got it, it would be complete.

Then he was thrown into this water prison full of shit and urine, accompanied by maggots, and stayed here for a few hours.

"Dog, take him out! Clean it up!"

The prison door opened. With the shouts of the soldiers, he was pulled out of the water dungeon. A bucket of water poured on his body and washed away the stench of his body. Li Jiaping, who was lying on the ground, was dragged to a cell by two people.

There are two people sitting in a small, yellowed hut. Both of them were wearing official uniforms and wearing braids. When Li Jiaping appeared, the two suddenly became energetic. It seemed that this was a very happy thing for them. Li Jiaping, who was lying on the ground, looked around. This was a execution room with all kinds of torture tools. After all, he was still going to be executed. Thinking of what he would happen next, he just sighed in his heart.

"Li Jiaping"

The official in the six-grade official robe cleared his throat and nodded at the torture tools there.

"If you make a move, you will naturally avoid the pain of skin and flesh!"

After a short, waiting silence, Li Jiaping shook his head.

"Rep... Reply to your excellency, I... I don't have any rebellion at all!"

There was a moment of silence, and one of the officials couldn't help it.

"Li Jiaping, a native of Xuzhou Prefecture, Jiaxin Xuzuo Gushun Street, father..."

The slightly skinny official read the information of Li Jiaping's family word by word. His emotionless voice only made Li Jiaping's heart tremble.

"Li Jiaping, I have also read the saint's book. If you are tricked, you can deal with it with leniency. If you don't recruit, or finally suffer from the pain of flesh and flesh, I really can't do anything about it. This rebellion can be a great crime of the nine clans! You have figured it out!"

"There is no reason for the family to be innocent!"

Li Jiaping shook his head.

The sobbing screams resounded in the execution room. At this time, Li Jiaping was tied to a posture higher than his head, his face was covered with a towel, and a Qing soldier next to him was constantly pouring water on his face. Every second, Li Jiaping felt that he was about to suffocate and drown in his mind. The cold water kept pouring into his throat, and the towel made him unable to spit out the water. Every minute and every second seemed to be dying.

People's fate always has an amazing reversal inadvertently. More than 50 hours ago, Li Jiaping was still a Huangpu student with the ideal of a restored nation, but now he has become a prisoner who is enjoying all kinds of torture, and his will is constantly challenged. In a room next to the execution room, the fate of another person has also changed, but his fate has changed as early as a few months ago. Zhang Jing looked at the student who had been tortured for three hours with satisfaction.

It is necessary to punish the students of these reconnaissance classes. They will be the first students to be sent to the Qing Dynasty. They will use appropriate torture to screen them in advance and prove that they are strong enough to resist even greater pressure. What is appropriate? It is based on the principle of not causing disability, not leaving scars, and not hurting internal organs. In addition to this principle, punishment can be used arbitrarily.

The whimpers of moans, whips, and screams of tiger stools kept coming out of the execution room. The Li family, who enjoyed all kinds of special treatment, did not know that the "prison of Manchu Qing Dynasty" they were in was actually a secret stronghold under the reconnaissance headquarters of the Guangfu Army. The reconnaissance headquarters of the Guangfu Army was only half a year ago. The organization was just established to collect intelligence from the Qing Dynasty and monitor the interior of the Guangfu Army.

However, Zhang Jing was selected as the head of the investigation headquarters by Chen Moran because of his blood stain on his hands and his bones. Although Zhang Jing is a layman, what he mastered is only the military reconnaissance training received by Sun Tzu's Art of War and Hell Island, and perhaps the only formal training he received. I'm afraid that he and the first 50 officers of the investigation headquarters received "police" training at the Jianghuai Road Mine Police Office. Inspector Kraftton, the former concession inspector, who was responsible for training them, was barely an agent of an intelligence agency. Twenty years ago, he worked in the British Topographic Survey and Statistics Bureau, which may be the world. The first modern long-term intelligence agency.

Although it has only been three months since the end of Kraftton's training, Zhang Jing, the half-hearted head of the intelligence agency, still worked hard to complete the boss's requirements and established an intelligence network in Yanjing, Tianjin, Shanghai, Nanjing, Ma'anshan and Wuhan, although this intelligence network still looks like Immature, even with some Jianghu atmosphere, but at least "the left fist has been established".

Li Jiaping, who was staggering, was pushed into the yard by two Qing soldiers. Looking at the gunshots on the sandbags piled up by the yard and the blood splashing on the sandbags, Li Jiaping understood what he was about to face.

"Now you have one last chance! If you confess, there is still a chance to live!"

The interrogator's question was just that Li Jiaping shook his head gently. He even shook off the Qing soldiers and walked towards the sandbag. At this time, he was no longer all over his body, but a shabby coat. When he walked to the sandbag, Li Jiaping turned around and looked at the Qing soldiers, and even squeezed out some contemptuous smiles on his face. .

"Li Jiaping! People from Xuzhou, guilty of treason, kill according to the law without forgiveness!"

It is said that the Qing soldier officer took out the wheel pistol from his waist. As soon as he raised his hand, the muzzle of the gun pointed directly at Li Jiaping's head. His head was only half a foot away from the muzzle of the gun. When he was pointed at the muzzle of the gun, Li Jiaping only felt that his eyebrows were tightened, and the Qing soldier officer was aiming there, as if he was afraid of deviation.

"... We swear to the death to protect the flag of this nation. The blood-stained war flag is raised to the sky, and we swear the way forward. Come on! Prison, guilloon, this is our farewell song. The blood-stained blood flag is raised to the sky and a solemn oath is taken. Cowards who are afraid of death, just go, and we swear to protect the flag of this nation to the death..."

When the captives aimed at Li Jiaping, Li Jiaping opened his eyes wide and looked at the black muzzle. Although he had some fear, he sang this song in his heart. From the time he swore to the blood flag, he knew that one day he might one day he would go to the guillot and stain the flag of the nation, but he never thought of it. It's so early.

"It's a pity that I didn't have a full hand!"

As time went by, the man was not busy shooting. When his right eye was aiming, his left eye was observing the expression of the person in front of him in the face of death to observe whether he was qualified or not.

"Ban!" The gunshot sounded, and a wisp of smoke came out of the muzzle, but Li Jiaping was still standing, standing calmly.

Only those who are strong enough can withstand the game of death.

"Okay! You still have one last chance, move or not!"

"There is no way!"

When Li Jiaping said this, he saw that the Qing army officer opened the chamber of the wheel gun, withdrew from it, and then reloaded the bullet. The copper-shining warhead was so dazzling in the light in the courtyard.

Once again, the muzzle of the gun pointed directly at Li Jiaping's forehead. Looking at the muzzle close at hand, Li Jiaping's haggard and devastated face showed a faint smile.

"...a coward who is afraid of death, just go..."

Looking at Li Jiaping, who was calmly facing death in the courtyard through the window, Zhang Jing nodded with satisfaction, and then typed a check mark on the file. Three people, two checkpoints, one cross, and that person was eliminated.

This time, instead of waiting for the sound of gunfire, he was taken to an office where a man in a suit sat, Zhang Jing pointed to a chair in front of the table.

"Sitting!"

Sitting at the table and looking at the blue, yellow and red tricolor flag hanging on the wall, Li Jiaping, who had calmly faced death, was confused. This tricolor flag, like the blood flag, is engraved in his mind.

Blue symbolizes the blue sky, yellow symbolizes the descendants of Yanhuang, and the blood color represents this blood-stained land, the blood-stained land of 200 million people who died tragically under the butcher's knife.

The three colors are added to black, and red corresponds to the iron-blooded spirit. The three-colors are divided into white, and blue to symbolize innocence. The descendants of Yan and Huang are careful to cherish the spirit of iron and blood, and innocence stands in the world.

How can this flag, which needs to be fluttered in the school, be in the cage of the prisoners? He had doubts, but he didn't say anything. Maybe it was another trap.

"First of all, please allow me to apologize for what you have suffered!"

Zhang Jing smiled and then began to explain everything to Li Jiaping.

"...I hope you can understand the necessary surname of this kind of interrogation. We are fighting a war with a group of cruel and ruthless enemies that is related to the survival of the nation. In this war, we and our enemies will do everything. The adaptive torture test will help us win this war!"

Looking at the people in front of him in surprise, after 72 hours of inhuman torture, Li Jiaping not only did not have the slightest resentment, but even congratulated that a nightmare had finally woken up. This nightmare turned out to be just a test for them. Such a test was for their nation.

"Okay, in a word, congratulations, Second Lieutenant Li Jiaping! Now that you have truly become a glorious national liberation fighter in this war, what you shoulder is no longer your personal honor and disgrace, but the future of 450 million ethnic compatriots!"

After explaining for half an hour, Zhang Jing stood up and stretched forward.

"Thank you, sir!"

Li Jiaping quickly got up and replied that he just wanted to have a good sleep.

"Second Lieutenant Li Jiaping, remember that you can't tell anyone the secret of what you have suffered here, including your relatives and friends! Because this sacred secret is part of training, there will be many people who will be tested in the future. Do you understand? If it is leaked secretly, it may even affect whether we can win this war!"

Finally, Zhang Jing told him again.

"It's sir!"

"Okay, Li Jiaping, go and have a rest! You have to go back to school tomorrow!"

The classrooms of Huangpu Sports School are very sultry in summer. Despite the unusually hot weather outside, the windows of the classroom were still closed, especially all the windows were covered with neat white curtains from top to bottom, obviously because what happened in the house was not noticed by outsiders.

However, nothing strange happened here. In the usual room, it seems that there are twenty-five students sitting in the classroom like other classes. All of them are dressed like a person, wearing thick diagonal striped training uniforms and high-heeled leather boots.

Unlike other classrooms or other schools, the listeners don't record anything, because they don't even have notebooks and fountain pens.

A lecturer came down from the podium. He was not tall and shaved his head with a hellish island-style flat head. He was wearing a training uniform that was no different from them. The only difference was that he did not wear the squeaky copper spike leather boots, but a pair of ordinary cloth shoes.

Zhang Jing on the podium looked very calm when he told the story.

"I know your personal situation, and you also know why you came here! You can take a look. You may notice that there are some people missing around you.

His voice paused slightly, leaving the twenty-five students time to take a good looked at each other. The information from the capital made him have to send these students to Beiyang in advance to enter the Qingzheng axe. Yuan Shikai deservedly became the pillar of the Qing Dynasty and must send people to enter before he became the climate.

"You know why they are not here, just because they didn't pass the test. Maybe you will say, why do you do that kind of test? I have told you the meaning of the test, and you also know that there is a saying, "Fear of death, coward, just go"! It is the real elite of this nation who can stay here. You should pay attention to it and remember: I remind you that records are absolutely not allowed.

Zhang Jing coughed, looked around at the five listeners, and continued to say seriously.

"You will be sent to the north after graduation. You have your own family channels. Of course, I will also provide you with channels to enter the Manchu Qing regime. Maybe it may be in the officialdom or in the army. In short, in any position, you are fighting for a common purpose. It's for the liberation of this nation!"

The students sitting at the stage looked at the officers on the stage motionlessly. They already knew their future where they were going, the Guangfu Army Investigation Department, and the sign hanging outside was "the second investigation class of the Police Department of Jianghuai Road Mining Company".

"Maybe you will have doubts about why you, like your classmates, why can't you sacrifice for bloodshed and fight against enemies in the future battlefield like your classmates? You must know that the battlefield you will be in is a battle that is far more cruel, more dangerous and more responsible than the battlefield in the ordinary sense. This battlefield is directly related to whether we can win this war, and in the future you need to face countless **. Official positions, money, women and other countless ** will be placed in front of you by our enemies intentionally or unintentionally.

Looking at the students under the stage, Zhang Jing's expression became very serious, and he held his hands on the podium and stared at him.

"When you face these **s, when your will is shaken, I hope you can remember who you are! Why did you enter the enemy camp? What is your mission! This may be the only advice I can give you!"

(to be continued)