When Larry heard Zheng Yingqi's shouting, he rushed towards the window, but the window seemed to be welded to death. It was useless to retreat or pull back. Larry, who was holding his breath, pounded the window frantically and smashed a hole. After he hurriedly stretched out his mouth to relieve his breath, but was pushed back ruthlessly the next second.

"Bastard! Open the door quickly! Open the door!"

"Your female cousin raised a bastard! Open the door!"

The students began to roar and scold, but the instructors outside were unmoved and allowed the gas to torture the students inside.

Zheng Yingqi's lungs seemed to be burning. He realized that this would not work, so he went to find a way to attack the wooden wall, and at least rushed out to escape the torture of gas first.

But after trying various methods, the reinforced wooden wall was still motionless. Under the destruction of gas, Zheng Yingqi's strength seemed to be exhausted and slowly collapsed on the ground - he was the last one to fall down. The other seven people had long lost their ability to resist at this time and struggled in the room full of gas.

Finally, the door was opened, and the instructors wearing gas masks entered one after another, dragging the people in the house out like a dead dog. The students as strong as calfs were like a pool of mud, and they didn't even have the strength to speak.

All 19 students were dragged outside the house. They were as limp as mud and were breathing the air greedily. The air that still had a stimulating smell was full of fragrance at this moment. Zheng Ying thought, is heaven just the same smell?

"Tie it!"

The cold voice of the crocodile sounded, and the instructors walked forward with a rope as thick as a thumb, dragged the limp student to the pillar. The students who suspected yesterday finally confirmed that this pillar was really being used all the time.

"Anti-capture training... is about to begin?"

Zheng Yingqi looked at everyone tied to it and whispered slightly, thinking to himself:

How many means will there be to deal with us? The militant who was captured alive yesterday took less than a quarter of the means of forcing confession and confession... I wonder what about us?

"As a special forces soldier, once captured, you will definitely be subject to the most severe way of expressing confession. If you can't stand the torture, you will explain all the information - and this information will put all your companions in a desperate situation!"

The crocodile stood in the misty morning mist facing the tied students and continued:

"The purpose of this training is to make you persist for a while after being captured until you exceed your limit!

If you can't hold on, just tell me the number of your troops. As long as you explain the number, you will not suffer this - I know that you are all soldiers like steel, so you will not show mercy, nor will you be able to show mercy. Now, anti-capitulation and anti-interrogation training have officially begun!”

As the crocodile finished speaking, all the instructors put on three-hole hats together, covering themselves tightly, revealing only their eyes and mouths.

At this moment, they will no longer be the instructors of these students, but will transform into KB members.

The instructors came forward with whips. Each student asked no questions or said anything, and the whip was thrown down.

It hurts, heart-wrenching pain!

After Zheng Yingqi was whipped, he couldn't help but grin, but then the second whip was whipped off, followed by the third whip, and the fourth...

At the beginning, all the students gritted their teeth and said nothing, but after a while, they wailed and screamed everywhere. The students with a temper began to curse the instructors' direct female relatives, and greeted each other generation after generation, but in return the instructor's heavier whip.

It took nearly five minutes for a whip to stop slowly. As soon as the whip was stopped, Larry squirted the instructor's face - at this time, Zheng Yingqi understood why the instructors should wear three-hole hats.

"No. 14 will never surrender! Good! Reward a 1-minute whip!"

For the resistance of No. 14, the crocodile praised it with satisfaction and presented a reward package. The instructor ruthlessly shook the whip for a minute, which made Larry's scream hoarse.

Zheng Yingqi was gasping, feeling the scorching pain all over her body, closed her eyes and imagined that she was swimming in the swimming pool, and the gentle water was soaking her whole body - but the next second, the instructor brutally interrupted Zheng Yingqi's imagination:

"Speak your number!"

Zheng Yingqi glanced at the instructor who was asking questions and said nothing.

When he was a child, he imagined how righteous he would be if he was arrested by the enemy and was tortured and forced to confess. However, after a whip, Zheng Yingqi knew that he was just a fool of himself when he was a child. At this time, he was absolutely irrational.

All 19 students were questioned like this. Some were silent like Zheng Yingqi, some spit out the instructor and exclaimed their anger, and some roared: "I can't say anything!"

"No! You can do it!"

The crocodile finished speaking sinisterly and said lightly: "Let them wake up."

The so-called soberness means hanging the person upside down, then putting it into the water bit by bit, and then lifting the person up after a certain period of time, and then asking.

I could hold my breath a few times, but later I started choking, but the instructors still ignored it and continued to torture as long as I didn't hear the number issued.

While the students were tortured, the crocodile said sinisterly:

"Do you know? There are 21 ways to torture here. No one can carry it from beginning to end completely. All the torture people will choose to confess in the end."

"Yes, you heard it right! Everyone will confess at the end! Since they will confess, why should you suffer so much in vain?"

"Yesterday most of you saw that the militants had only carried five torture methods and explained all the information in one go. How many types can you bear? Ten types? Fifteen types? Or sixteen types?

Isn’t it the number of the troops? Let’s explain it! It’s not important information!”

Faced with the temptation of crocodiles, no one chose to confess—the price of confession is obvious, that is, lower the national flag and leave. Since he has persisted, who would just leave like this?

"Eat shit, you guys! Want to trick us into leaving? No way!"

Some students roared, but the next moment, they were savagely put into the water, and the water was bubbling up, and then they were pulled up by the instructor.

The second "feast" lasted for more than 40 minutes before it ended. At this time, the students were no longer able to curse. The instructors asked for the number again, but no one said anything. They just seized the rare opportunity and breathed heavily.

Zheng Yingqi curled up on the ground like a dead dog, and his mind was blank. He wanted to just fall asleep like this. When he woke up, the nightmare would disappear, but this must be a luxury. The instructors threw them into the water prison and took advantage of the rising tide to torture them.

(Today's fifth update, there will be fifteen updates tomorrow and the next two days. Students with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets should be encouraged?)
Chapter completed!