The sky-stopping eagles roared down from high in the sky.

A goshawk soared across the sky, its sharp eyes overlooking the ground, and the flowing wind brushed against its streamlined body, accelerating its pace.

Different from the normal goshawk...it does not have a complete body of flesh and blood.

The wings are composed of meridians and red blood membranes, and there are only a pair of sharp pupils left on the head.

It watched as the winding mountain road skirted several towering peaks and led to a majestic pass standing on the ground.

It was an ancient pass, built between a break in a tall mountain range, and behind the pass were all rugged hills...

There is another shorter, irregular earth ridge three or four miles east of this pass. It is connected to the water of the Yellow River to the north and the vast plains in the interior. A smaller pass was set up on it!

These two passes are at an angle to each other. If the short ridge is not resolved first, they will be attacked from both sides.

At this moment, the goshawk passed by, and more than two majestic passes were reflected in its cold eyes.

Farther away from the short pass, densely packed camps are stationed.

In the outer military camp on the far right, a group of people are marching in order...

---Temporary detention center for prisoners----

The cold light shines on the ground through the gaps in the dilapidated tents. These old tents seem unable to withstand the sudden cold wind.

The wind blowing into the tent howled and blew, trying to pass through every place it had never been before.

"Kara Kara——!"

The iron chains rubbed against the cold floor, and nine people with gray cloth bags on their heads were pressed down, walking barefoot on the ground.

They were of different shapes, both male and female, but they all wore uniform clothes and had iron shackles on their hands and feet.

Although the hoods prevented them from seeing clearly in front of them, the bodies tied to each of their ankles allowed them to walk step by step with the person in front of them.

They passed the female watcher with a whip.

The sound of the whip hitting the ground kept the team in order.

Among them, the leader at the front led them to a large dilapidated camp.

The curtain was opened, and a lean man holding an iron rod walked out.

He wore armor and a leather whip around his waist, and looked at the people walking slowly with a serious look on his eyes.

The next moment, his dull eyes finally lit up after seeing the female prisoner walking at the front.

"Okay, it smells really good. I really want to taste her."

He walked a few steps quickly and came to the leading female prisoner, grabbed her chin with his fingers and lifted her chin fiercely.

The woman whimpered in pain and subconsciously turned her head, but was held firmly in place by the man's iron hoop-like right hand.

"Good stuff, really good stuff. It's such a pity. It happens to be useful. If she works as a prostitute, I will definitely patronize her every day."

The man made no secret of his desire. He licked the corner of his mouth with his scarlet tongue, and the hand holding the woman's chin was about to move downward a little.

Everyone knows what he wants to do.

Just when he was about to succeed, the guard standing nearby with a whip raised his hand and held down his arm.

"Today's key criminal is someone who has been personally appointed by the lord to see. Please don't do anything unnecessary."

The voice of the female guard was very clear, and her face was extremely beautiful. Although it was not as beautiful as those in the world, it was still a beautiful sight in this military camp with only rough men.

"Oh~ Since I can't touch them, how about you accompany me?" The man raised his eyebrows and said teasingly.

"If you dare to touch me, I don't mind staying with you."

The man tried to pull out his arm, but the woman did not give in at all. She held his arm tightly and pinched his forearm off.

"Well......"

The man was in pain, and when he tried to pull out his hand again, the woman let him go.

Surprisingly, his broken arm was twisted back to its original shape.

"Please execute the order." The woman said without hesitation.

"cut."

The man made a cut, then got back into the tent and shouted loudly.

"Hey, hey, don't sleep, don't sleep, get up quickly! If you don't get up, I'll pour you a basin of water to wake you up!"

...

Noisy sounds reached his ears, but his eyes were filled with chaos.

Chaotic dreams surrounded his eyes, giving people a hazy feeling. He couldn't feel any warmth, and his whole body was soaked in an indescribable coldness.

Zhang Feng tried hard to open his eyes, but there seemed to be a layer of white fog in front of his sight...

He couldn't see any details clearly, he could only vaguely see some outlines.

In a daze, Zhang Feng found that he seemed to be lying on a bed made of iron plates.

To be precise... it is a slightly tilted cold iron plate. His feet are higher than his head, and his whole figure looks like a mouse hanging upside down...

His face was covered with a white cloth, and the breath he exhaled from his mouth turned into a small white mist in front of his sight.

He tried to open his eyes...but he couldn't see clearly what was around him.

After his consciousness became slightly clearer, he moved his head and sensed the situation.

Something stuck to his head and covered his eyes, and the edge of the thing pressed tightly against his eyes...

My body is so soft and I can't lift my strength.

Moreover, his hands and feet seemed to be tied up with ropes again... How unlucky was he? Why were they tied up again?

Was his birthplace on the rope?

"Huh...huh..."

His own rough breathing reached his ears, and after breathing several times, he felt his lungs sting extremely.

And every time he breathed, the white cloth covering his face would be inadvertently sucked into his mouth, causing his stomach to spasm and his throat to be extremely sore.

"You're still not awake yet!"

The strange man's voice got closer and closer.

He seemed to be holding a basin of water in his hand, and the sound of swaying water echoed in his ears, making people feel peaceful.

But soon, Zhang Feng could no longer calm down.

"Crash--!"

The sound of liquid being poured out entered his ears, just as Zhang Feng was still thinking about where the liquid would be poured.

His face was the first to feel the coolness.

"Well!!!!"

The moment the water hit his face, Zhang Feng felt a strong sense of suffocation.

The soaked towel was frantically burrowing and squeezing into his mouth like a bug trying to explore the liquid.

The tongue was suppressed, and the water that penetrated the towel was forced into the throat and poured into the lungs without any warning.

The water in my mouth cannot be spit out, and oxygen is constantly being lost. Even if I hold my breath, I still feel that the air is being sucked out, as if a vacuum cleaner has been stuffed into my mouth.

I really want to vomit, my stomach is churning constantly, I want to struggle but I am powerless.

"Okay, stop it. If you continue like this, he will be beaten to death by you. Waterboarding is no joke."

A woman's voice came into my ears. After she said this, the water that kept hitting her cheeks stopped.

"Huh..." Water...water torture, my dear, why am I so unlucky?

Zhang Feng muttered in his heart.

It's called waterboarding.

It specifically refers to a method of torture: the prisoner is tied to a bench or slope, with his feet above his head; the executioner covers the victim's face with a towel, and then continuously pours water on it, causing suffocation and suffocation.

The feeling of being drowned.

During execution, water is continuously poured on the prisoner's face, and the towel or cloth on the face can prevent the prisoner from spitting out the water.

Even if you hold your breath, you can still feel the air passing by.

Waterboarding has been recognized as a form of torture since its inception.

They actually messed with me like this, then I have to repay them well.

Zhang Feng secretly made up his mind to find an opportunity to take revenge when he recovered.

"Cough, cough, cough."

The white cloth on his face was lifted, and a large amount of air poured in. Zhang Feng couldn't help but breathe heavily. The water that had previously poured into his stomach, lungs, trachea and bronchi made him extremely unbearable, and Zhang Feng was also shocked.

I want to die in pain...

However, he unexpectedly got a chance to choose.

[If you resist, the thick ropes on your hands and feet will be broken, and you will be tortured and beaten on the ground!]

[Obey and silently accept the torture he inflicts on you.]
Chapter completed!