Li Xia and his team got off the ancient ship outside Wusong, and transferred to Qidong County to get ashore.

For the next thousands of kilometers, Li Xia and his wife and the 11 students accompanying him will marching on their own with their feet.

After walking into a shade of trees, Li Xia turned around and said to the 11 students behind him: "Students, I have been walking for a whole morning. Let's sit down and drink a drink, rest for a while, and wait for the hottest two hours before leaving."

Hearing this, 11 students who had been exhausted had sat down on the ground.

However, Wang Jiazhi found a clean grass in the shade of the trees and put a handkerchief on it.

When Li Xia saw it from afar, he couldn't help but shake his head. How could such a young lady endure hardship?

The group was resting, and the Qidong guerrillas who were in charge of escorting them brought them lunch, and each of them had two large potatoes boiled in salt water, nothing else.

Li Xia originally thought that Wang Jiazhi would definitely not be able to eat this kind of food.

But what surprised him was that Wang Jiazhi not only ate it, but also ate it with relish.

After eating two big potatoes, the students' spirits recovered a lot, and they began to look forward to their life and work after arriving in Yan'an.

"Students, what are you going to do?"

A male classmate looked at Wang Jiazhi and asked.

Wang Jiazhi did not respond, and another female student replied: "I want to be a teacher."

"I am a medical student, and I want to be a nurse," said another female student, "and I want to go to a field hospital."

"I am a journalist, I want to be a reporter." Another male classmate said with longing on his face, "It is best to be a war correspondent and be with the combat troops."

"I want to join the Anti-Japanese University."

"I'm going to the Chinese community."

Seeing that Wang Jiazhi never had any intention of answering, the male classmate couldn't help but ask: "Student Wang Jiazhi, which unit do you want to do what job do you want to do?"

"I want to go to the combat troops."

Wang Jiazhi said without hesitation: "Fight the Japanese."

"Ah?" The male classmate who was asking was immediately stunned.

Are female classmates so fierce nowadays? Go to the combat unit?

Li Xia became interested when he heard this and asked with a smile: "Why do you want to go to the combat troops?"

Wang Jiazhi smiled and didn't respond, but said in his heart, because he was in the combat force.

...

Early July is the hottest time of the year.

Shimizu Ichiro took off his shirt, but he still felt extremely hot with his shirt bare hands.

What made Kimimizu Ichiro even more upset was that the Eighth Route Army had not yet taken action on the inside!

This Eighth Route Army's inner line really has a steely will. The special high school class has used all kinds of means, and even the electric torture has been used, but it is useless.

Looking at the bloody inside line, Kiyomizu Ichiro hesitated.

Given the current situation of the Eighth Route Army's inside line, we will definitely not be able to withstand a new round of torture. If we do any major punishment, we may kill the person directly, so we will not be able to explain to the commander.

He had already made a promise to the commander.

The two Japanese military police officers responsible for the punishment were also sweating profusely.

One of the Japanese military police asked, "Secretary, what should I do now?"

Kiyomizu Ichiro hesitated for a moment and said, "Waterboard, put this guy in water!"

"Hayi!" The Japanese military police paused his head, immediately brought a bucket of water, and found a black and dirty towel, spread it out and covered the face of the Eighth Route Army's inside line, and fixed it.

Another Japanese military policeman picked up the water and poured it on a towel.

The Eighth Route Army immediately began to struggle violently.

The terrible thing about water beating is not the physical pain, but the fact that it can make people experience the fear of drowning again and again. A water beating process is equivalent to a drowning process.

There is great fear between life and death, and not many people can face death calmly.

There are very few people who can face deaths calmly.

However, the Eighth Route Army's inside line was very abnormal and gradually stopped struggling.

After filling the water three times, Ichiro Kiyomizu signaled the Japanese military police to take off the towel, then squatted down and asked, "Name?"

However, what annoyed Kiyomizu Ichiro was that the Eighth Route Army insider just glanced at him with contempt, and was too lazy to even say anything cursed.

Shimizu Ichiro instantly felt a strong sense of frustration.

He had never met someone with such a firm will.

However, the Eighth Route Army's inside line also aroused his fighting spirit.

Instigating this Eighth Route Army insider will become the highlight of his agent's career!

At that moment, Ichiro Kiyomizu cheered up and said, "It seems that you are ready to leave this world, are you?"

"But, what I want to tell you is that there are many ways to die. As an agent, choosing the way to die is a very luxurious thing."

“In your Chinese culture,”

“There are a lot of creative stuff,”

“It includes a lot of torture.”

"I read a book about a thief in the Qing Dynasty."

"Because of despising the royal family, the emperor ordered him to be executed, and the way he executed was very ingenious."

"It is to ask the executioner to use a small knife to cut off the flesh on his body, and there is also a limit on the number of swords. The number of swords that the thief was sentenced to was 3,600!"

"One knife cannot be more, and one knife cannot be less."

"If the prisoner dies before the number of swords is cut,"

"The executioner who is responsible for the execution will be severely punished."

"It is said that the execution time was as long as three days. During these three days, the prisoner's food was quite good, and there were also a lot of supplements to extend his life so that he would not die prematurely."

"The name of this punishment is Lingchi! It should be said that this is a very creative punishment."

"We have a medical soldier here. Before joining the army, he was a first-year student at Tokyo Medical College. He enlisted in the army before he finished his human anatomy."

"I feel sorry for him, he could have become a good surgeon."

"I think for such a soldier, we should give him a chance to practice anatomy."

"Sir, I know you are not afraid of death and are ready to leave this world. So you might as well try the torture of Lingchi."

"I don't know why that thief was sentenced to 3,600 knives,"

"But since this is the emperor's will, we will follow this rule."

"I believe that after 3,600 yuan, that first-year medical student will definitely present me with a perfect human skeleton, and I will send him to the medical school for collection!"

"Hassegawa, come in!" With the roar of Kiyomizu Ichiro,

A Japanese military policeman wearing a white coat and glasses pushed the door open and came in.

In the hands of this Japanese military police, he also held a white enamel pallet.

There are neatly arranged on the tray with shiny scalpels of various styles.

At this moment, Ichiro Kiyomizu stared at the eyes of the Eighth Route Army's inside.

As long as the Eighth Route Army's emotions fluctuate and the eyes are fluctuating, Kiyomizu Ichiro would have the confidence to pry open his mouth and then successfully instigate him.

However, what disappointed Kiyomizu Ichiro,

The Eighth Route Army's inside line did not respond from beginning to end.

The expression on his face was as calm as the water surface in the ancient well, without a trace of turmoil.

Shimizu Ichiro's heart felt strong frustration again, but he still did not give up, and gave a wink to the Hasegawa medical soldier. The Hasegawa medical soldier strode forward with a pallet.

Put down the tray and pick up a sharp scalpel.

In order to create a strong mental pressure, Hasegawa medical soldiers also deliberately used scalpels to display them for a long time in front of the Eighth Route Army's interior.

However, these are all futile and useless.

From beginning to end, the Eighth Route Army's eyes never focused.

"Baga!" Kiyomizu Ichiro finally completely lost his calmness.

After snatching the scalpel, Shimizu Ichiro cut it down with his backhand.
Chapter completed!