Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 622 You said "A man who knows the times is a hero", I want to hear the authentic Dazuo's voice
"What the hell..."

Yamamoto was like seeing a ghost, and then fear and shame gave rise to extreme anger.

This kind of anger was based on his own psychological breakdown, which was much deeper than He Songling's previous simple greeting to his mother.

"I'll kill you!"

Yamamoto was about to stab He Songling in the heart with the knife in his hand, but was quickly stopped by his two men.

"Colonel! Col., calm down, calm down."

The subordinate advised earnestly: "Don't fall for this cunning late payer's trick. He knows he is in our hands and is deliberately trying to provoke you to kill him!"

"Oh, yes, yes."

Yamamoto shook his head, trying to wake himself up.

"Zhao Gang, you won't tell me, right? You want me to kill you so I can keep the secret? I'm telling you, you're dreaming!"

Yamamoto threw the knife to his men, "Cut off his meat for me! Slice it off piece by piece. Mr. Zhao, have you seen Beijing roast duck? You will become like that soon!"

He Songling didn't even bother to pay attention to him.

He now realized that the old devil Yamamoto had developed resistance. No matter how much he cursed, he would not take it seriously. The damage to him was limited. It would be better to save his breath and, like just now, undermine his confidence in the area where he thought he was best and most confident. This was the real damage.

Upon hearing this, the members of Yamamoto's special forces took their hunting knives and went up to cut He Songling's flesh.

"Oh. Oh. Ugh. Ouch, it hurts so much!"

He Songling was like a woman who was facing a toothpick and had to take care of the other person's self-confidence but had no acting skills. She shouted a few times without sincerity, almost driving Yamamoto and his men crazy.

"Damn it, cut it again! I don't believe this guy is made of iron!" Yamamoto roared in frustration.

He Songling looked at his cut "flesh" and felt that as long as he exerted his Qi a little, it could turn into a ball of plasticine, wrap up these devils, and absorb their energy.

I'm becoming more and more like Majin Buu.

He found it very interesting and laughed out loud accidentally.

"Uh..." He raised his head awkwardly, smiled at the devils, "Well, I didn't mean it. You guys continue, continue. I promise to do better next time and pass it in one go, okay?"

"You're acting like you're filming a movie!" Yamamoto swore that he really wanted to shoot the bastard, "Both of you! Get him!"

"Hi!"

The Japanese tortured him, but they couldn't stop him. With He Songling's ability, even if he was thrown into a wall-breaking machine and beaten for two or three days, he would be able to get back together. There are only two possibilities for him to stop in the end. The first is that the wall-breaking machine burned up, and the second is that the electricity bill arrived.

Not to mention, these devils didn't want to kill people, but just tortured them. So they used the same intensity as ordinary people, and they had to control it carefully, avoiding the vital parts and arteries of the human body, so as not to kill people because of torture.

This is the extent of your stuff. It's not even good enough to torture Si Chong and Cheng Zhen.

He Songling was stabbed for two hours, but he was still very proud. He even had the energy to comment on the knife skills of the two Japanese soldiers: "Oh, your knife skills are not good. Look, this knife is too thick, and this one is too thin. No, it should be slanted at an angle of four degrees to avoid the bones. Look, your thickness is uneven. Oops, this one is broken. No one wants your skills even if you are a boiler maker at Quanjude!" He Songling was the one who suffered the torture, and he was the one who was stabbed, but the Japanese soldiers felt like they were being cut on their own bodies. After these two hours, all the Japanese soldiers in the Yamamoto Special Forces, from Yamamoto Ikki on down, had broken through the defense.

"Colonel, why don't we just kill him!" Ono, the owner of the Finnish hunting knife, said with a tearful tone: "This guy is too stubborn!"

"No, no, you can't kill him." Because Yamamoto Ikki withdrew early and did not personally participate in the subsequent process of interrogation, after two hours of rest, his mind was relatively clear.

"Although we can't get any useful information out of him, his identity itself is very valuable. The Independent Regiment has been looking for us outside. If we take him away, we will have another bargaining chip to threaten Li Yunlong and even the entire Eighth Route Army. Let's move first."

"Colonel, which direction should we retreat to?"

"The anger of the Eighth Route Army's main force cannot be underestimated. Since we have this bait, of course we should go back to find General Shinozuka first. If the Eighth Route Army dares to come, humph..." Yamamoto Ikki sneered.

"oi, oi!"

This time it was He Songling's turn to call out to Yamamoto, "Colonel, can you agree to a request of mine?"

"What request?" Yamamoto Ikki didn't believe that He Songling would suddenly surrender and betray, and his tone was very impatient.

"You do this, you tell me, there is an old saying in Lao Zhong, called Wei Junjie, the one who sucks the service, I want to hear the authentic colonel accent."

"Damn it!" Yamamoto pulled out a gun and pointed it at He Songling's forehead. "Mr. Zhao, don't challenge my endurance!"

"Alas, this is a necessary process for the Japanese colonel to torture you. Are you sure you don't want to tell me?" He Songling sighed, "It seems that you don't know the current situation..."

"Boom boom boom!"

Before He Songling finished speaking, everyone heard a muffled explosion in the distance, and from the sound it was artillery fire.

"Go and see what's going on!" Yamamoto Ikki shouted.

"No need to look. He Songling's artillery battalion is with us. You must know that. Of course, they will blow up all the cars you came in." This was originally planned by He Songling, so of course he knew it well.

"you……"

Yamamoto was almost furious. Sure enough, the men he sent out to explore the way came back and reported, panting, "Colonel, all our cars were destroyed by artillery fire!"

"There's no other way. Let's go through Ping'an County first." The Japanese invasion plan was already well-planned. As the captain of the special forces, Yamamoto conducted a detailed investigation. The surrounding topographic maps and situation maps were all engraved in his mind. He could even determine the nearest way out without even looking at the map.

"We now have the second-in-command of the independent regiment in our hands. Relying on the county town, it is enough for us to launch some plans against it." Yamamoto showed a sinister smile on his face, and he was obviously planning something.

"Beat them! Beat them! Beat these inhuman Japanese beasts!"

At the same time, at the 358th Regiment Headquarters, Chu Yunfei slammed his fist on the table. It was impossible to have real-time intelligence these days. The news he received was that the Independent Regiment was attacked by Yamamoto's special forces, and Zhaojiayu became an empty village. It was obvious that the villagers must have been killed by the devils.

This made Chu Yunfei furious.

(End of this chapter)