The various tortures have never stopped. Time is like being stretched infinitely, and every second is as long as an hour.

Zheng Yingqi hypnotized himself and I was about to faint.

However, every time I just fainted, the damn instructor would use various means to wake up the person and roar loudly to ask for the number.

Every time, Zheng Yingqi looked at the instructor in a daze and said nothing.

So, new tricks began again.

Three hours, five hours, eight hours...

Until it got dark.

But there was still no sign of stopping. The students were mechanically suffering various destructions, and whenever they asked for the number, they always shook their heads mechanically.

The physical destruction and the mental destruction all turned into fatal fatigue in the end, and at this time, the instructor's questioning voice also changed from roar to gentle temptation:

"Just tell your army number, you can end this nightmare!"

The voice sounded in my ears. Zheng Yingqi, who was trying hard to dream, opened his eyes and saw the instructor with a three-hole hat. He returned to reality in an instant, and then continued to remain silent.

The crocodile was eating a delicious dinner in big mouthfuls, and then wiped his hands and mouth gracefully. After doing this, he said: "A day passed, you only experienced the means of torture in 11, and there are still ten ways of torture. You have not accepted it yet - it will take at least 36 hours to complete it. Look at your current state, can you live until 24 hours later?"

"Tell me, tell me your number, and the nightmare will be over. You can lie in the hospital bed and have a good sleep."

"Tell me, don't be stubborn anymore. You've only been like this in 12 hours. Can you carry the remaining 24 hours?"

Zheng Yingqi whispered: Yes.

Then, it was destruction again.

The wet kraft paper covers the face, layer by layer, constantly suffocating, constantly being taken away at critical moments, and then reincarnation again.

Under such constant destruction, fainting is a luxury. Every breath of breath is like the last breath of life. Finally, someone couldn't bear it anymore and shouted:

"I've called it!"

"I'm Lieutenant of Rangers' Fourth Reconnaissance Team, Spark Kelly!"

The desperate Spark finally let go. He shouted out his number, then lowered his head in despair, dared not look at it, and dared not listen to his comrades' rebukes.

But no one had the strength to scold him, and even his companion Larry just looked at Spark numbly, without blame, rebuke, or even without color.

"There's no. 9! Come on the doctor!"

The instructors shouted, then grabbed each student's head and asked the students to see how Spark was carried onto a stretcher. After Spark was carried away, the instructors tempted and said:

"See it. No. 9 can sleep comfortably and will never be damaged by this inhumanity again."

Zheng Yingqi looked at Spark being carried away and murmured: "I really envy him..."

"You ask, No. 11, you have done well enough. You have suffered more than others. If you ask, no one will blame you..." The instructor said gently in Zheng Yingqi's ear:

"You are the best student I have ever seen. You have worked hard enough. Don't be able to fight your life anymore. You will die."

Zheng Yingqi looked at the instructor: "Will you die..."

The instructor nodded fiercely, but could not say anything tempting. According to the script or regulations, he should be tempting while the iron is hot at this time.

"Then... die..." Zheng Yingqi tried hard to show a bright smile: "I... don't want to defile that flag... I have no right to defile that great flag..."

Zheng Yingqi seemed to see the five-star red flag flying in the middle of the Hunter School flagpole group, so bright and beautiful.

The instructor secretly breathed a sigh of relief, but roared:

"Since you are stubborn, then continue!"

On the other side, Wang Hui, who had been stubborn, welcomed Lieutenant Ross' hug. Ross hugged Wang Hui, who was vaguely conscious, and cried and said, "Wang! Give up, you will die if you continue like this, you will die! Don't persevere anymore! I don't want you to die..."

Wang Hui looked at Lieutenant Ross, "I...I am a Chinese soldier... Here, we... are China, I can't give up..."

"No, this is just training! King, give up... King, I promise to go to China with you, give up... I beg you..." Lieutenant Ross cried and begged Wang Hui.

Wang Hui smiled foolishly. He finally waited for Rose to say this, but... but I really can't give up.

He suppressed the urge to report the number to the deepest part of his heart. Wang Hui turned his head firmly: "No...give up..."

The instructors finally dragged Rose away, and then looked at the iron-clad man with the admiration that Wang Hui could not see, but could only act fiercely and say, "Since you don't give up, then continue!"

"Come on... I haven't tried all the torture methods yet." Wang Hui said mockingly, as proud as if he was standing under the national flag and taking an oath.

Xu Sanduo kept muttering: "Chengcai gave up...Chengcai gave up..."

The instructor who was not sure what Xu Sanduo was talking about was not clear. He bent down and said in Xu Sanduo's ear: "Xu, as long as you give up, you will get rest and you will end this nightmare. Give up, don't be stubborn and abuse anymore."

Xu Sanduo looked at the instructor blankly and said in Chinese: "The company commander said... The company commander said that the 7th Steel Company was made of iron... Yingqi said that after we put on our military uniforms, we will be guards, not guards. Yuan Lang said that we were the first to arrive at the last withdrawal army. Wu Zhe said that it was a great honor to be Lao A."

"Xu, what are you talking about?" The instructor didn't understand Xu Sanduo's remark, "Just say in English that you gave up, just say your number."

"I...I am a Chinese soldier..." Xu Sanduo said it hard in English.

"Tell me the number, tell me the number." The instructor said in a gentler voice in Xu Sanduo's ear.

"I am a Chinese soldier." Xu Sanduo went over and over again but only said this, stubbornly like his character. The instructor was satisfied, but said fiercely: "Then let's continue!"

Here, the more satisfied the instructors are, the more they will accept. If the instructors are disappointed, they will treat you gently and be gentle like a caregiver angel.

"I said!"

Finally, someone followed Spark's footsteps and chose to issue his own number.

In the next six hours, a total of 4 people made this choice - 19 students, only 13 people were left.

And the anti-torture training is still continuing.
Chapter completed!