"Believe! You must believe me!" The cavalry company commander shouted in despair. "My army is Queen Eugenie's Cavalry Regiment! This is the Queen's direct guard!"

"The promotion is very fast here, because you can have more opportunities to meet the emperor and the queen himself! It is normal for the Viscount to be a company commander, but it is too normal in our regiment!"

The viscount sold his troops number as soon as he opened his mouth. Wang Chen's eyes lit up and knew that he had bet right. This guy was just a cartilage.

"Don't...don't say...sir, don't talk..." The cavalry warrior hung on the trunk of the tree opened his swollen eyelids desperately, and whispered to the begging officer.

But no one paid attention to him at this moment, and his commander had already become a mess of mud!

"Please believe me, I am really a nobleman. I can pay a hundred thousand... no no no... I pay a hundred thousand gold francs to redeem my freedom!"

"I will give this money directly to you. You can freely control it. Please let me go!"

Frank blocked Wang Chen's body, "Sir, he has given out 200,000 gold francs of chips, and he has given them all, so he needs freedom! Think about it, even if you don't agree, you can send it back to our camp, and there is no need to lynch his head!"

Wang Chen shook his head, "Sorry, we fought with the head of state, not money! It is for success and fame, and to revive China! Now I want to get the confession I need, please get out of the way!"

"But you did remind me just now that if this matter gets bigger, it will have a certain negative impact on the head of state, so I will not give these French people any evidence!"

"Come on, go and prepare for waterboard!"

The soldier who received the last order tied the last rope and tied the viscount flat on an ancient tree trunk that fell to the ground!

The head was slightly lower and the legs were slightly too high. Then I didn't know who was risking a stinking foot towel, and directly covered the viscount's mouth and nose.

Ummm... Viscount struggled desperately, shaking his body desperately, and he breathed heavily, breathing the air greedily from the gap in the towel.

"What are you going to do... you are committing a crime..." No one could hear what he was saying.

At this time, a soldier next to him had already prepared a kettle, and a small stream of clear water poured directly onto the towel, and a suffocating feeling surrounded him.

Waterboarding! This is a cruel punishment originated in the Middle Ages in Europe. The Inquisition often used this punishment to torture pagans.

However, as the divine power retreated, the Renaissance opened the curtain of the new era, and this cruel punishment gradually became a dusty history in the old paper.

It's too long, so long that these Pu Army translators have never heard of the name of such punishment. God knows how these people from the CIA got this method.

The towel soaked in clear water was pressed heavily on the viscount's mouth and nose, and the water began to seep from the mouth and nose. At this moment, the viscount seemed to be in a state of drowning!

The lungs were undulating, but they couldn't inhale much air at all. On the contrary, they inhale a lot of clean water, which stimulated the alveoli and caused a series of drowning symptoms.

I coughed, but couldn't cough out anything. I wanted to vomit, but the water incoming blocked the throat, and even the vomit entered the nose and choked into the trachea.

This feeling of discomfort was simply unbearable. His whole body was trembling violently, and he almost broke the rope that tied him!

In less than a minute, he was so angry that he had been tortured and peeed his pants!

Vomit... Woo... Woo... His throat made a beast-like roar, and the blue veins on his neck and forehead jumped desperately and was about to jump out of his skin!

The three Pujun translators were so scared that their faces turned pale. They watched the Viscount scratching his hands and feet desperately and kicking them desperately! The skin where the hands and feet were tied was rubbed, and the blood flowed out to show how much power he used.

But on the other hand, these Chinese people were expressionless... Maybe it was because of the oil paint blocking, no one could see the expression clearly!

Only the deputy platoon leader Luo Houzi held his pocket watch and kept reporting the time "one minute and fifteen seconds...one minute and thirty seconds...one minute and forty-five seconds..."

"Two minutes and thirty seconds...two minutes and forty-five seconds..."

At this time, Wang Chen suddenly raised his hand and said, "Stop! Ask him again this time!"

After not even holding on for three minutes, Wang Chen felt that this guy was going to be bad. The soldier reached out and took off the towel. Only then did people realize that the viscount's face had been deformed in pain.

As soon as the towel was opened, he breathed heavily and vomited and coughed. It took him five or six minutes to completely vent the dirt in his throat.

This noble master probably never felt that the air was so fresh and sweet, and that living was so happy!

"Cough cough...Cough cough cough...I said...I said everything...please stop torture me..."

"Ah...cartilage...you cartilage..." The soldier hanging from the tree cursed in a low voice.

Wang Chen shrugged at the three translators, "Okay, the problem is solved in less than three minutes, and he has not had any injuries on his body after that. Even if he wants to accuse us, he has no evidence!"

"You have nothing to say now, right? After getting the confession, we cleverly avoided your so-called rules, and everyone was happy!"

The loosened viscount sat on the ground like a dog with a tendon. Two translators outside Frank surrounded him and recorded various information.

In a short while, the cartilage confessed all of the troops he belonged to, where was he stationed this time, what was the material situation, and where did the subsequent reinforcements go!

Even because of his special status in his army, he even knew that the Emperor was coming to Metz with the prince!

It took more than twenty minutes before people confirmed that there was no dry goods in his stomach. At this time, Luo Monkey came over and said, "It's almost done, I've said everything I should say... What should I do next?"

While speaking, Luo Monkey also made a silence!

Wang Chen shook his head, "The Germans are right, let's not cause trouble for the head of state... What a shit viscount, send someone to the camp..."

"As for this cavalry... I respect him as a man, bandage him his wounds, and give him a horse to let him go back and report the news!"

"Let him tell the French that this forest is already the territory of our Chinese!"

War is indeed a place where only warriors can survive, because only warriors can get the respect of the enemy. Although Wang Chen and the others used to torture this mission, everyone still admired it deep down.

The 120-person cavalry company finally came to a great defeat. Only one person dared to launch a counterattack, and he voluntarily counterattacked without orders!

It was this courage that allowed the special forces members to let him go!

"Let's go! Go back to Verdun! Tell you the leader, we Chinese are here! Let your emperor clean your neck and wait!"

"I am willing to sacrifice myself... I dare to take down the emperor!" Amid the Chinese provocative roar, the brave cavalry instigated the war horse and headed towards the southwest.
Chapter completed!