"I don't know." Zhao Bankuo leaned on a small, rough chair, with his head tilted upward, staring blankly at the ceiling.

The officer opposite did not look at him. He lowered his head and flipped through a stack of thick documents. He nodded slightly and said in a calm voice: "You said you captured three people in Savage Mountain. Which army do they belong to?"

"I don't know." Zhao Bankuo sniffed and couldn't help but sit up. He looked at him coldly and said, "You have asked me these questions dozens of times. Are you bothered? Come on, here are six questions.

I don’t know, I can’t remember the two clearly, so that’s okay.”

The officer still didn't raise his head, straightened his collar, moved the lieutenant's collar badge to its original position, and said slowly: "Next question, you said you dug out a box in Savage Mountain. What was it? What was in it?

?”

"I don't know." Zhao Bankuo was going crazy. The officer who was asked the question today had a high rank and a bad temper. What on earth was the military department doing and what did they want to do to him? The same questions were asked over and over again.

Is it interesting to ask?!

The officer continued to ask in a calm tone: "Next question, how many people in your team are still alive?"

"There is no one left, only me!" Zhao Bankuo said angrily.

After hearing this sentence, the officer opposite stood up and raised his face to look at Zhao Bankuo sharply, as if he wanted to dissect him from the inside out. After a while, he sat down and turned a page.

File, regaining his composure, asked: "Don't forget, we saved you. Next question..."

Originally, Zhao Bankuo was mentally prepared for the officer to fight with him, but before he could get angry, he heard the same question again. He was annoyed and couldn't help but yelled: "Isn't that called rescuing people? I don't think so.

I’ve seen people being rescued by using bombs first!”

This sentence obviously choked the officer. He didn't speak for a while, and finally said calmly: "That was an accident."

"Accident?" Zhao Bankuo snorted and slumped on the chair again, "Okay, I also had an accident now. My brain became mush and I couldn't answer anything." After saying that, he didn't move like a dead fish.

He lay still, ready to play dead until the very end.

Probably because he didn't expect him to do this, the officer sat firmly on the chair and waited for a while. The two were in a stalemate. Finally, the officer looked at his watch, finally closed the documents, got up and left.

The lights in the room went out all of a sudden, and the whole room fell into darkness. Zhao Bankuo felt a chill in his heart, remembering the scene on the battlefield two months ago, he jumped up as if his buttocks were on fire, and rushed towards the door in the dark, but

As soon as he passed by, he hit his head hard, and he grinned in pain.

There was no handle on the door, and it was locked from the outside. He banged the door angrily several times, but there was no response. Finally, he muttered a curse and lay weakly on the ground.

.

This is the seventeenth interrogation.

For more than ten days, he stayed in a room he didn't know where. The same questions, different people, and mechanized continuous interrogations made him very depressed. He thought this was a confirmation procedure before military justice. He participated

The mission was messed up. He could think of it with his toes as to what the final outcome would be for a soldier in the army who completely failed to perform a secret mission.

Because of this worry, he never dared to answer those questions more seriously. Of course, it was also because he didn't know how to answer those so-called questions. It was nothing more than prisoner box missions and the like. But slowly he discovered that those levels were different.

The low-ranking officer did nothing but ask questions. The more he was interrogated, the more strange he felt. Later, he simply tried to cheat a little, but it seemed that his life was not in danger for the time being. As a result, his mentality changed from panic and collapse to strange boredom and numbness.

, simply broke the jar and dropped it.

But today he regretted that he had angered the officer and left so early, because as soon as he left, it was completely dark, and except for the sound of his movements, there was no other sound.

This was the same feeling he had after being knocked unconscious by a bomb. Nothingness, emptiness, and nothingness. Everything disappeared. The whole world was far away, and he couldn't grasp it or feel it. He felt very uncomfortable. He had already died once.

I don't want to taste that feeling again, even if it's similar.

Repeated and boring interrogations made Zhao Bankuo lose his sense of time, and his last memory of Savage Mountain was only the inexplicable explosion.

He must have passed out. When he regained consciousness, he was already lying on the bed, feeling very uncomfortable. He only knew that a group of people were surrounding him and there were bright lights in front of him. Later, he found out that they were performing surgery on him.

During the recovery period after the operation, he was kept in a sealed room and was taken care of by two nurses with their faces covered in turns. This period of time was quite numerous, forty-six days, and he remembered it clearly.

But for such a long time, no one talked to him, and no one told him what happened, so this countless time was meaningless to him.

After that, he gradually got better, and his memory was slowly recovered. Explosions, long hair, boxes, iron cars, Liao Guoren, knives, and airplanes were all gathered together in one place. He was awake, but he didn't understand even more.

First of all, no one explained to him how he was bombed and rescued. It was not until the interrogation began that he asked the third officer who interrogated him.

According to the talkative major officer, both sides of the war sent small teams to attack each other from the side. The expeditionary force team discovered them first because the Japanese captain's military uniform was too conspicuous, and they mistakenly thought that a high-ranking enemy official was inspecting the battlefield.

, he set up a mortar and bombed it. The Japanese died under his gun, and Zhao Bankuo was bombarded by a mortar.

Up to heaven.

But fortunately, because the incident happened suddenly, the impact point of the first shell was not checked and it was a certain distance away from him. Therefore, although he was seriously injured, it was mainly due to the impact of the air wave, and the fragments of the shell did not hit him much.

From this point of view, he was quite lucky, and was later rescued by members of the team.

After he heard this, he followed up and asked about the news about Changmao and the three prisoners, but the officer said nothing. When he asked urgent questions, he stuffed his mouth with the excuse of confidentiality. This made Zhao Bankuo feel very uncomfortable.

Fair. Because he found that the whereabouts of these three people were actually included in the eighteen questions he was asked, which made him feel like he was being teased.

Later, he became irritated because of the unfairness and the lack of change, so he simply cheated. However, none of the subsequent officers followed his example. The same eighteen questions were asked in the morning and evening, and there was no trace of anything.

He followed the rules and turned them over and over again. In the end, he could memorize all the questions and answers by heart.

Zhao Bankuo was originally a veteran, and he had a ruffian air about him. Although it was not as good as those of Chang Mao, but after such a treatment, the aura of soldier in him revived. In addition to dealing with the interrogation, most of the other

He spent time in a dark room, thinking about the issues of life and death. He didn't feel so uncomfortable when Liao Guoren died, but for some reason, Chang Mao's death always made him unable to let go. Every time he thought about it, he felt a sense of tightness in his chest.

He clearly didn't like long hair, so why would he be like this? He wondered at first, but later he comforted himself. Maybe it was because he couldn't accept it when he saw the person he had been with day and night dying so easily in front of him.

In the end, he attributed it all to fate. He even thought of the small pistol held by the Japanese captain. It was a large-caliber two-shot spy gun. It was used for killing people and self-defense. The warheads of the bullets were made of

Blooming state or contaminated with poison. If Changmao is hit by that kind of bullet, even if he is rescued by the team, he will not survive. Isn't this fate? Why did the Japanese Captain hit him first? Of course he thought he was more dangerous, but also

It's due to his character.

Character determines destiny, damn, that's the truth.

Zhao Bankuo felt relieved when he thought of this.

With his thinking and masochistic torture of consciousness, the memory of Savage Mountain has been subjectively diluted a lot by him. He no longer wants to bear the doubts and guilt. He is tired, both physically and mentally. He has already died once.

, I cherish my life now.

The dead rest in peace and the living survive. This is what he wants to do most at the moment.

Therefore, after the seventeenth interrogation ended, he ate the food sent by the military police with peace of mind, lay on the ground, and waited boredly for the eighteenth interrogation.
Chapter completed!