After several hours of torture, Qian Yi had turned into a bloody man. Wei Qiang, who was hiding in the dark, couldn't help but secretly admire Qian Yi. He was really an amazing man. Even a professionally trained agent could not survive such high-intensity torture.
, it is also difficult to support it like Qian Yi.
No matter what tricks Lian Bu Zhichi used, Qian Yi always said: "The Longquan sword has been taken away by Qian Jun."
If you tell a lie a thousand times, it becomes the truth.
Zhou Xiaogang, who was standing nearby, said flatteringly: "Major Lian Bu, maybe what Qian Yi said is true?"
"No! The Chinese people are very cunning! Qian Yi's words can't be trusted! Everyone is tired today. Let's rest first. Tie Qian Yi here and leave a few people to guard him. The others will go to rest first."
Lian Buzhichi yawned and left cursing. No one is made of iron. After a day of hard work, who wouldn't be tired? Qian Yi was tied to a wooden cross, his head drooped, and his body was covered in blood. If it hadn't been for a long time,
He has developed a good figure through years of blacksmithing, and he probably died long ago.
When Zhou Xiaogang saw that Lian Bu Zhichi had left, he did not dare to be presumptuous, so he stayed on the night shift. He guarded a half-dead Qian Yi and left two action team members. Zhou Xiaogang moved a wicker chair and sat on it, shouting loudly.
After falling asleep, the other two team members also started to feel sleepy and took a nap while sitting.
At this time, time has passed.
The lights in the torture room were on. The surrounding area gradually became quiet. People in the police station gradually fell asleep.
Wei Qiang was like a cheetah huddled in the grass, waiting for the opportunity to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy, and then took advantage of the chaos to rescue Qian Yi. Just when he was about to take action, a black shadow floated down from the roof.
The black shadow obviously did not notice Wei Qiang in the grass, only to see him land lightly in front of the torture room. Whoosh, whoosh, his sleeves shook several times and shot out several plum blossom needles. Zhou Xiaogang and the other two big men on duty
He fell to the ground unconscious.
What happened in front of him made Wei Qiang terrified. The black shadow in front of him was too familiar: he was Master Huiyuan!
Wei Qiang was truly amazed that an old man over sixty years old could still walk high and low as if walking on flat ground. In the blink of an eye, Qian Yi, who was like a bloody man, was carried by Master Huiyuan. With a movement of his feet, he was directly
He flew up the building and disappeared into the darkness.
Wei Qiang returned the same way, imitated a frog and croaked twice, and Luo Xin jumped down from the tree.
"Where are the people?"
"He was rescued."
"Who is so powerful?"
"Who else can it be? Qian Jun's master, Master Huiyuan. Let's go, it seems there will be nothing to do tonight without us."
...
Zhou Xiaogang's butt was kicked several times, and he woke up with a groan from his coma. Lian Bu Zhichi's fierce look made Zhou Xiaogang bounce up from the ground as if he had been shocked by electricity. The other two team members also
They received the same treatment. They even touched their necks exaggeratedly, fearing that their heads would be chopped off by Lian Buzhichi.
"Where are the people?"
"Where's Qian Yi?"
Lian Buzhichi roared, wishing he could chop Zhou Xiaogang into pieces.
The rope on the cross stump was cut and Qian Yi disappeared. Zhou Xiaogang understood what responsibility he should bear.
Lian Buzhichi kicked Zhou Xiaogang and the other guards violently several times in a row, but he still felt resentful in his heart. When the police chief Zhang Siping heard the news, he understood a little bit when he saw the situation in front of him.
"Major, don't worry. There is only a small piece of land in Qianjia Village, and I know how many capable people there are. I think there is only one person who can rescue people from the heavily guarded police station."
"Nani? Who?!"
"Master Huiyuan. He is the abbot of Baolin Temple. Qian Jun is his close disciple."
"What did you say?"
At this time, Lian Buzhichi really wanted to kill people. He quickly pulled out his sword, put it directly on Zhang Siping's neck, and shouted: "Why didn't you tell me such important information earlier?!"
"Taijun, Taijun, you didn't ask. What should I say? Be careful, this knife will cut off your head. I will take you to Baolin Temple to find Master Huiyuan. Can't I make up for my mistakes? You can kill me
If your head is chopped off, there will be no one to help you find Master Huiyuan."
Zhang Siping was so frightened that his legs were shaking with chaff. His life and death depended only on Lian Bu Zhichi's thought.
Lian Buzhichi finally put down his sword and shouted: "Gather the team and set off!"
Zhang Siping breathed a long sigh of relief as if he had received the imperial edict, and shouted: "Let's go to Baolin Temple immediately!"
Three military vehicles drove past the hotel where Wei Qiang lived. The fully armed soldiers all looked blank.
"Oh, my dear, where are they going?"
"Needless to say? Baolin Temple. Are the Japanese stupid? Qian Yi was rescued late at night. They must already know who did it. So, today they are going to find the abbot of Baolin Temple, Master Huiyuan, to ask for his life.
"
"Isn't Master Huiyuan going to suffer?"
"No, it's not Master Huiyuan who is in trouble, but Baolin Temple. Master Huiyuan has rescued Qian Yi, and he will definitely not be captured without mercy. Then Lian Bu Zhichi will definitely burn down Baolin Temple."
...
Everything went as Wei Qiang expected. Zhang Siping led Lian Buzhichi and surrounded Baolin Temple with murderous intent. They searched it inside and out, but found that there was no one there.
"Burn it, burn it for me!"
Lian Bu Zhichi could not understand the hatred in his heart, roaring and roaring. The car soldiers got two small barrels of gasoline from the car and poured it on the wooden boards of the Main Hall... The fire began to spread, and green smoke rose into the sky.
It gradually turned into a huge fire.
When the villagers in Qianjia Village saw the flames and smoke rising from Baolin Temple, they all gritted their teeth with hatred. Damn little Japan, damn little Japan!
When Qian Zhong saw this scene, he realized that Master Huiyuan had rescued Qian Yi, thus triggering revenge from the Japanese. He soon thought that the Japanese would probably come back to take revenge on Qianjia Village.
"Everyone in the village should run away! The Japanese will definitely come back to take revenge on us."
After listening to Qian Zhong's words, the entire Qianjia Village took action. While the Japanese were still burning Baolin Temple, the villagers had no time to take anything at home and only took away cash, gold and silver jewelry and other valuables.
The scene of more than two thousand people fleeing in panic was very spectacular. For a time, the mountains and plains were filled with villagers, from the beginning to the end of the village. Lian Buzhichi stood on the mountainside and used his telescope to see the panicked scene of the villagers running around telling each other.
A ferocious smile appeared on his face.
A Baolin Temple covers an area of more than ten acres. Most of the temple buildings are brick and wood structures. Once it catches fire, the fire will be very strong. Those wooden boards, doors and windows are all made of high-quality fuel. With the help of gasoline, coupled with the fierce fire from the middle of the mountain,
Mountain wind, the consequences can be imagined.
Once Lian Buzhichi's inner disappointment turned into revenge, he would be like a wild beast rushing out.
"Go into the village and kill those nasty Chinese people!"
Following Lian Bu Zhichi's order, the Japanese army, the puppet army, the police, and dozens of agents from the Special High School rushed towards Qianjia Village like wolves and tigers.
