Chapter 4: Fallen into Enemy Camp

  Article One

  Among our enemies, there are always some who like to be clever. These guys like to use their self-proclaimed clever methods to fool the wisdom of their enemies, whom they think are equally foolish and laughable as themselves. Sometimes, when the cold wind is about to cut off their breath, they are still rejoicing in their own cleverness. Maybe sometimes I am also being clever, but I will never be so foolish that my neck has already been stretched out under the enemy's dagger and yet I remain completely unaware of it.

  Sori stumbled all the way back to their barracks, thinking he had successfully escaped, but just as he was gasping in the "free air", I cut his throat with one knife. This knife cut very thoroughly, and Sori did not make any resistance before dying. Maybe Sori died without a bit of pain, if so, that would be the best thing I could do for him as a 'merciful' soldier.

  "I'm so stupid!" I muttered to myself, scolding me for the thought that flashed in my mind. It was almost dawn, and the sky had already lightened up a bit. Taking advantage of the remaining darkness, I crawled over to the express car. But when I tried to open the trunk door, I realized I had killed Sorile too early.

  The "door" of the communication vehicle was equipped with a password lock, and without the password, it was impossible to enter the car. Just as I was hesitating, a guy who looked like a sentry walked over with a gun. And more fortunately, the sentry came straight to the communication vehicle and entered the password to open the "door" of the trunk.

  I secretly climbed onto the car, trying to make as little noise as possible, but I was still discovered by the sentry. He suddenly turned his head, and his beady eyes met my bloodshot gaze. The sentry opened his mouth to shout, but in that instant, I swiftly thrust the dagger from his chin upwards. The sentry's cry for help hadn't even had time to escape when he fell silent, and a gush of fresh blood flowed out, streaming down the hilt of the dagger and my right hand. I pulled out the dagger, wiped it clean on the sentry's uniform, and casually inserted it back into my military boot.

  Time was passing minute by minute, and soon the sky would be bright. I anxiously adjusted the radio and kept calling out to headquarters in a low voice. "NY541 please respond, this is Catfish..." I called out again and again, but there was no response from the other end. Just as I was about to give up and leave the communication vehicle, the radio finally responded. "Catfish, this is Ghost Fish, where are you now? Please respond..."

  Guī yú is a fellow soldier who enlisted two years before me, his real name is Liǔ Huī, a guy who sings really well, deputy platoon leader of the headquarters communication company, now at the front command responsible for communication work. Hearing his voice, a flame of hope suddenly ignited in my heart. "Guī yú, I'm Niǎn Yuè!"

  "Where are you now?" the ghost fish asked. I replied, "I'm at the base of a unit under the Guri Talar religious organization." The ghost fish asked, "What's the situation with your unit?" I answered, trying to hold back my sorrow, "Except for me, everyone else has been sacrificed. It's clear that our information was stolen, and there must be a traitor within the unit!" The ghost fish asked, "Then what do you need me to do?" I replied, "Report the information to headquarters and secretly launch a counter-ghost operation!" The ghost fish asked, "And what about you?" Seeing that it had already dawned, I said urgently, "I can only temporarily stay behind enemy lines. I will do my best to complete the mission. Time is pressing, and afterwards, I'll think of a way to contact you again. That's all." After finishing speaking, I quickly shut down the radio and left the communication vehicle.

  As soon as I got off the bus, I was shocked to find myself surrounded by enemy troops. The leader of the enemy army was a man of medium build with a small mustache and sunglasses that hid his ferocious gaze.

  The officer with a small mustache waved his hand, and four enemy soldiers rushed up and tied me up. "Brothers, lock him to the stake for me." The officer said proudly. At this time, I was like a glutinous rice ball, tightly bound and unable to resist at all, and could only be manipulated by them. Several people dragged me towards a dark dungeon, and in my peripheral vision, I vaguely saw a woman with a slender waist and large buttocks flash by. Then I heard the officer say: "Haha... good you, how come you're late, hurry up and come over, let me do it to you." The woman didn't speak, just laughed loudly.

  The "nail stake" Xiao Huzi mentioned is actually a T-shaped wooden stake standing in the dark dungeon, with an iron ring at the top, middle and bottom for locking people. At the end of the horizontal wood on both sides, there is a specially made small guillotine. I guess this nail stake should be a special torture device of this evil cult. After being dragged into the dark dungeon, I was tied to such a wooden stake. The dark dungeon was pitch black and nothing could be seen. Several people locked me to the nail stake and turned on a low-wattage electric light. Although the light is not bright, the scene in the dungeon is clear at a glance.

  The dark cell was about 30 square meters in size, and on one wall of the cell there was a painting of a dagger gouging out an eyeball. The composition of the painting was very simple but very delicate, with half of the eyeball being gouged out, swaying as if it were about to fall off, and fresh blood slowly dripping from the eyeball and the dagger. Upon seeing this painting, my heart immediately realized what kind of cruel torture I would soon face. If there's anything unpredictable, it's whether the enemy will gouge out my left or right eyeball first.

  Just as I was lost in thought about my own fate, a small mustache wrapped around a slender waist and big buttocks 'woman' walked in from outside. The small mustache walked up to me, took off his sunglasses and carefully sized me up. He said indifferently, "You're quite handsome, kid!" His eyes gleamed with cruelty and obscenity from the depths of his eye sockets. He turned his head and smiled at the 'woman' beside him, saying: "Let's show you something exciting, little **."

  After finishing, Xiaohuzi picked up a branding iron with an eye pattern that had been burning in the charcoal fire until it was bright red and pressed it against my chest. The scorching hot branding iron seared into my skin, causing me unbearable pain, and the smell of burnt flesh filled the entire dark dungeon. The woman was shocked by this scene. Xiaohuzi, however, seemed unsatisfied and subsequently pressed a second identical branding iron against the other side of my chest.

  "Speak quickly, handsome Chinese man, which unit are you from and who sent you?" I endured the intense pain without making a sound. The little mustache saw that his tactics were ineffective on me, so he ordered the soldiers beside him to pry open my tightly clenched fist, then said in a threatening tone: "Chinese man, it seems your bones are very hard, but today you've fallen into my hands, and no matter how hard your bones are, I'll still break them. Look at these strong hands of yours, if you lose your fingers, I'm sure you'll regret it." As he spoke, the little mustache used a small knife on the nail cross to suddenly cut off a joint from my left hand's pinky finger, and fresh blood flowed out immediately. The woman saw this bloody scene and her voice grew even louder.

  Xiao Huzi apparently had a perverted violent psychology, inflicting cruel torture on me, not only without any hint of human compassion, but instead becoming exceptionally excited. He turned his head to look at the woman, lewdly saying: "You, aren't you stimulated enough? Come over quickly, lift up your butt, and let me have some fun." The woman obediently walked to Xiao Huzi's side, lifted her skirt and took off her underwear, supporting herself against the table edge, and indeed presented her buttocks to Xiao Huzi.

  Xiao Huzi let out a sly laugh, then unzipped his pants and pulled out his half-soft penis due to excessive indulgence. He inserted it into the woman's back hole and started playing with her. The surrounding little soldiers burst out laughing one by one.

  Watching them do such despicable things, my anger soared. "You bunch of bastards, come on and bring out your worst tricks, I'll never beg for mercy as a soldier." I cursed at them while also reminding myself to remain steadfast as a soldier and not succumb to violence or do anything that would shame the military. Little Hu was seemingly in high spirits now, continuing his actions while ordering his underlings to cut off the second joint of my left pinky finger.

  The excruciating pain in my fingers made me faint, and Little Hu and the 'woman' also reached their climax. The little soldier poured a bucket of icy spring water on my head, and I came to. Little Hu, with the same motion as when he took out his thing, stuffed the limp thing back into his pants, fastened his belt, and looked at me with a scattered gaze, no longer fierce, but somewhat listless. "You're good, Zhong Nan," he said, "we'll continue tomorrow." After that, Little Hu left with his men, leaving me alone to endure the pain of my spirit and flesh.