The voice from the adjutant can be said to be to some extent that it saved Ramamujam's life. Because if he did not appear again, Ramamujam really might not be able to continue to persevere like this.

His hands were already covered with blood. The flowing blood and the rolling flesh made people feel terrified at a glance. Not to mention the severe pain of peeling the skin and flesh, the large amount of bleeding was enough to make Ramamujam drink a pot. Not to mention the direct bleeding and death, but falling to the ground in minutes and being sent to the custody room would not be a problem at all.

The news from the adjutant made him stop this self-abuse behavior. After regaining his reason, he inevitably felt the pain from his hands. This quickly changed his face, but in the face of more important things, this pain was obviously something that could be endured and ignored.

He casually found some bandages, wrapped them around his palms, then took the microphone and responded to his adjutant.

"Precaution them, I'll go there right away. Remember, don't let anyone be close to them except you and me."

"Yes, sir!" The adjutant understood what this would mean, so he answered very neatly. And just after he finished this reply, Ramamujam had already run towards the bottom cabin at a rapid speed.

He did not bring any soldiers, and refused to follow any soldier. Just by himself, he came to the lower cabin, and he had already seen his adjutant and the elite soldiers he led.

They were firmly guarding outside an isolated cabin. Judging from their movements and spirit, they were indeed worthy of the title of elite. At least compared with those lazy and lazy ordinary soldiers, they were enough to be called the elite of India.

"Well done, boys. If we can pass this level safely, I promise. You will all become officers. If you have enough ability, even the captain of a ship will not be impossible for you."

Ramamujam's mind is now very clear. He knows that if these soldiers do dirty work for him, they are equivalent to standing on the same front with him. At this time, if he doesn't do anything to show, it will obviously make these guys disloyal. In addition to killing them all, otherwise, once these guys who know their secrets are disloyal, the damage they will bring to him will definitely be fatal.

Therefore, instead of wasting huge energy to act that one could not determine the result, it would be better to pay more benefits in exchange for the loyalty of these soldiers, so that they can consciously depend on themselves and tie them together with themselves.

The conditions offered by Ramamujam were quite generous, and it was even beyond the imagination of these soldiers. Therefore, after hearing what he said, the group of soldiers who were standing on their posts immediately showed an excited expression and saluted him a standard military salute.

This means that they have already belonged to the commander. Of course, this is just a return to interests, not true loyalty. However, Ramamujam does not care about this. He knows that loyalty can be cultivated. As long as they are willing to pay benefits, it is not a problem to cultivate these people's loyalty to themselves.

He nodded casually and responded to the soldiers. Ramamujam winked at his adjutant, but he pushed open the closed door of the cabin and walked straight in.

As a community of interests with Ramamujam, the adjutant understood what he meant. He first ordered the soldiers.

"Precaution here, don't let anyone come in. Remember, if anyone wants to break through, don't show mercy and kill them directly. Do you understand what I mean?"

As India, which has always been absent in military discipline, the adjutant's order is obviously a bit harsh and excessive. However, this is related to his own interests after all, so several soldiers looked at each other and had to nod at him. After all, now is not the time to care about personal relationships. And compared with personal relationships, the interests are more touching.

He received a positive answer. The adjutant also walked into the cabin. As soon as he entered the cabin, he saw Ramamujam with a gloomy face.

He was standing in front of the Korean pilots there at this moment. These Korean pilots were now blocked, blindfolded, and tied tightly to the seats. They could not see the situation in front of them, but they could feel that someone was standing in front of them. This made them struggle frantically, not knowing whether to ask for rescue or resist.

However, no matter what the reason for their struggle was, they had brought Ramamujam a very bad feeling. Because for Ramamujam, he now hoped to see a group of sheep rather than a trapped beast that would struggle to resist. This obviously added some pressure to his already anxious heart. However, he, who could barely suppress these emotions, did not burst out directly. He just took off his coat and pulled his tie hard at the same time. He asked his adjutant.

"Have you told them clearly? I don't want the problem to come to them."

"Please rest assured, sir. They know what to do." While making a guarantee, they looked at the pilots. "Sir, how do you plan to deal with these guys? There are 16 pilots in total, all of which are here. I can guarantee that they have not communicated with anyone before. Since they got off the plane, they have been under my surveillance throughout. You can rest assured that you will be the first person to talk to them."

"You did a good job. It seems that crisis can indeed sharpen people's talents. Your performance is much better than yours before!"

After patting the adjutant's shoulder, Ramamujam began to patrol the pilots with a gloomy gaze. He was looking for a suitable person to communicate with him, preferably the leader among these pilots. Soon, he found a suitable target.

That is the coolest guy, and the oldest among these pilots. You should know that because pilots have strict requirements on physical fitness, most pilots will only choose to retire or retire to the second line after reaching a certain age. And those who are very old are not without pilots, but they are very rare. Because at this time, most of the experienced veterans are very experienced.

They usually have the commanders of the pilots. Ramamujam also judged this way, so immediately, he pulled out the strip of cloth blocked in his mouth and said to him.

"I am the fleet commander Rama Mujam Sen, tell me your name, pilot. I have a lot of things that you need to tell me!"

"Mr. Commander?" The first time he could speak, the pilot was surprised by Ramamujam's identity, and then he stubbornly said to him. "I want to protest to you, Commander. We are soldiers affiliated with South Korea, and you have no right to imprison and interrogate us in this way. You have violated the common treaty signed by the Allies and you will be sent to the military court!"

The pilot said this, obviously intending to use the Allied Signs to suppress this commander who did not play according to common sense. But he obviously underestimated Ramamujam's courage and underestimated his current madness.

He didn't care about his injured palm at all, and he slapped the pilot in the face. As long as someone with a little brain, it would not be difficult to hear the meaning of desperate madness from his words.

"Don't talk about these useless things with me. I'll ask you and answer. If you don't cooperate honestly, then I'll kill you and ask someone else what I want to know. I'm not kidding you anymore, so you'd better give me some cleverness!"

To be honest, the pilot was indeed frightened. It was not just because of the crazy attitude and tone, but more because of the warm and wet feeling brought back from the touch on his face. The obvious smell of blood made him rush in his heart. He knew very well that blood was the most likely thing to make people crazy. In front of a crazy person, reasoning obviously would not work. He said that he would beat himself to death, and then he would really be very likely to beat himself to death. This was not a joke at all.

Is it going to die in the hands of his own people without being buried with his fleet? This is obviously not something the pilot wants to see. He is not the kind of person who treats death as if he is alive, so he immediately straightens his body and answers in a hurry.

"I know, I know. I will cooperate with you. I will tell you what you want to ask. As long as you let me and my subordinates go, we can tell you everything!"

The very cowardly tone made the young and energetic pilots behind him tremble all over and struggled hard. So much so that the pilot who had just spoken the words of begging for mercy couldn't help but turn around and scold them loudly in Korean. Ramamujam didn't care what he said in Korean, what he cared more about now was his answer. For him, this was what he wanted to see most. Because it meant that the truth was slowly unfolding in front of him. This made him feel a little impatient.

"Tell me, what happened. Why did your Seventh Fleet be defeated so simply? Why did these things happen? How did that idiot Park Yan-tae die? What about our enemies? Where is our enemies?" (To be continued...)

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Chapter completed!