Another basin of boiling water was poured down. Within a few seconds, the squad leader's pale skin became red, swollen and congested.
The guy walked over and waved the huge brush in his hand.
Swish.
With a gentle scrape, the flesh and blood was peeled off from the bones, one by one, bloody, and it looked frightening.
"ah."
The already exhausted squad leader threw his head back violently and let out a loud roar. His eyes were already bloodshot, and the corners of his eyes instantly burst open, and blood continued to fall down his cheeks.
"Tsk tsk." The guy shook the brush in his hand and shook off the flesh and blood threads. He looked at the squad leader and said, "How about it, Chinese, tell me your identity, unit, and military rank, and I'll give you a good pleasure."
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"Bah." The squad leader spit out blood and stared at the guy with his blood-filled eyes, "You idiot, keep coming. If I frown, I'm not a man. You old idiot, come on.
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He kept struggling, yelling, and desperately venting the fear in his heart. Everyone had their own way of coping with the torture and diverting the pain. Some gritted their teeth and some cried, each with their own style, but the purpose was the same.