According to the laws of war in the Napoleonian era: when all enemy officers and soldiers who were not regular troops were captured, they would be executed by gunmen. In addition, the guerrillas did not recognize them as war groups. Although Captain Gibson belonged to the regular troops of the British and Portuguese coalition, his identity was a spy who was not wearing military uniforms when he was captured. Therefore, he would neither enjoy the treatment of an officer nor treat him as a prisoner of war. If nothing unexpected happens, waiting for Gibson's final outcome would be a secret shot after a cruel interrogation.

Seeing the homeless man knocking down the British spies without any danger, a team of white-helmet gendarmerie hiding in the ruins of the church rushed out. Everyone rushed up, carrying hemp ropes, and quickly tied up the British prisoners who fainted on the ground.

The military police sergeant led the team took out a cigarette from his pocket, handed it to his companion who seemed to be flattering and was asked, "Jacques, why didn't he find the British in the town, and ordered the arrest but it took a lot of trouble. Let's wait for a long time."

The ragged and dirt-covered homeless man in front of the military police was named Joseph Jacques, who had worked in the Military Intelligence Bureau in Lisbon. In March this year, he was exposed due to accidental stealing confidential documents from the British and Portuguese coalition forces. He was immediately recruited to report his work at the Military Intelligence Bureau headquarters in Manresa, but it triggered a bloody conflict at the Fraga border checkpoint.

After the incident, the investigation team within the Military Intelligence Bureau did not continue to pursue Jacques' major mistake in "guiding enemy spies", but he still changed from a field agent to a general civilian position and stayed on the bench for almost two months. Later, because he was familiar with Portuguese and English, and was familiar with the customs and customs of Portugal, before the Desay Division went to war, Major Passel ordered him to be included in the military intelligence department.

In his heart, Jacques has regarded this expedition to Portugal as his journey of revenge. A few months ago, during his thousands of kilometers of escape from Lisbon to Flaga, the British pressed forward step by step like a poisonous snake, like a broken dog, suffering all the hardships and humiliations, and almost couldn't turn over. In this round-up of British spy leader Captain Gibson, Jacques, who transformed from his former prey to today's hunter, performed the most actively. After all, he was the only person who knew and understood Captain Gibson.

The suggestion of re-emerging ambush in Montijo was Jacques' proposal, which originated from his perception of the British captain's personality. Although he failed to capture Gibson himself, the result of the interrogation of the prisoners caused the gendarmerie to finally destroy the secret spy network from the coalition intelligence agency to the western Spain, Badajos Fortress to the Melda City. Today, Captain Gibson's successful arrest finally avenged the original one.

Jacques approached the fire, lit a cigarette butt, took a few sips, and kicked the unconscious British spies a few times in a daze. Then he said bluntly: "You bastards in uniform, in addition to bullying the recruits in the camp, they are chasing the enemy relentlessly. If we suddenly appear in the town, we will definitely force the British to pull out their guns and resist. I know this guy so well. He is an Irish bastard who devoted himself to the British, and he will definitely choose to die rather than surrender. At that time, the one who brings back to the military camp will be a useless corpse. Major Passel also wants to pull out the information of the coalition forces from the British captain."

Jacques had been in the military police before joining the Military Intelligence Bureau and was familiar with the military police sergeant who led the team. The dialogue between the two was not obscure. The competition between Major Poch and Major Passel was the affairs of the upper officers and had nothing to do with them.

After seeing that his subordinates had carried the British spies onto the carriage, the military police force signaled them to go back to the camp first without waiting for him. He turned around and smiled at Jacques, "Well, your military intelligence guys will only do evil in secret. But I like it."

Jacques heard the meaning of the words of his former comrades, smiled, threw down the cigarette butt in his hand, and then asked, "Victor, do you want to come over again?"

The military police sergeant smiled and said he was like a chicken pecking at rice. As a veteran who debuted from the Desay regiment, Victor knew very well that in the current military system, the combat troops generally promoted the fastest rank, the Ministry of Military Police has the highest status, and the Military Intelligence Bureau has the highest treatment.

Just like Jacques in front of him, although his military rank is also a sergeant, the actual military pay of the former is paid according to the standards of a second lieutenant, especially the subsidy for the field period is two to three times that of the same military rank.

In December last year, Victor, 28, married a widow in Aragon in exile in Catalonia, and had two stepsons aged 5 and 7 years old around him. This is naturally a happy and happy thing. Moreover, with Victor's treatment as a non-commissioned officer, thanks to the newly issued "Special Subsidy Standards for Military Family Members", he wanted to support a family of five, including his wife, two stepsons, and an unborn legitimate son. In fact, it was not difficult, but his living standards were not as good as those of the bachelors in the army.

However, in May this year, when the Desai Division occupied Aragon, more refugees flocked to Catalonia through the Aragon area, including more than 20 relatives of his wives. Most of these people were from farmers and had no other strength to farm. Fortunately, with the guarantee of Sergeant Victor, the young and strong relatives were able to find a physical job in a nearby textile factory, but their salary was very low and they had to support the elderly and young in the family, and they still needed the relief of Victor's wife from time to time.

At this time, it was Victor's turn to regret it. It was not that he blamed his wife for helping his relatives and friends who fled, but that he did not choose to join the newly established Military Intelligence Bureau in September last year. If there were 2 to 3 times the allowance, the dining table at home should be able to ensure that there would be fresh meat every two days. As for whole wheat bread, it could be open to the children.

But now the famous Military Intelligence Bureau is not able to enter as long as you want. Although the information submitted by Vicker has passed the internal review, you still have to wait for the interviews one by one by one by the Military Intelligence Bureau. If no one recommends it, there may be no news for a year or two. Therefore, when Jacques found himself and hoped to capture the fleeing British spies together, Victor agreed without hesitation.

When he cooperated with Jacques to make great contributions to the Military Intelligence Bureau, his former comrades need to repay him, and it is best to let Jacques mention Victor's name in front of Major Passel.

Jacques did not refuse, but raised a finger and said, "It's okay to recommend it, but there is a condition!"

After Victor was happy, he hurriedly stated: "No problem, don't talk about one condition, it's okay to have 3 or 5 conditions. Even if I ask me to give you a month's allowance. Oh, by the way, you are not married yet. My wife's cousin is pretty good, she has a big butt and can have children. When the war in Portugal is over, will I introduce you to you?"

Jacques glared at the other party in anger, thinking that the bastard in front of him who was full of wagons was embarrassed to say he would pay, and he borrowed his 500 riyals from his family last month and has not yet paid it back. Of course, Jacques also knew the poor economic situation of Victor's family. His wife tribes of nearly 30 need the relief of the military police sergeant alone. He was fed alone and his whole family was not hungry. The 100 francs were just his consumption in Barcelona for two or three days, and it was not worth taking it to heart. Therefore, he kept German and did not attract the pain of his former comrades-in-arms. As for the wife and sister mentioned by Sergeant Victor, Jacques was too lazy to pay attention to it. He had long had his sweetheart.

After looking around and looking around, Jacques stepped forward, approached the military policeman's ear, and whispered: "There is only one condition. If we capture Lisbon, we need to use your appeal in the military police force to secretly help me find someone.

"Who?"

"Well, a woman, a noble lady from Lisbon."

"Hey, your Military Intelligence Bureau is the most informed and good at finding people, so why bother letting the military police come forward?"

"Damn it, okay, I'm helping me steal women, that noble lady. Don't worry, the duke is not going to be king in Portugal, and he doesn't need to appease the nobles in Lisbon. Even the crime of killing civilians in the Northern Aragons is being taken lightly. Besides, the noble lady and I are in love with each other. What you have to do is to help me drive away the noble family's servants."

"It's too risky. I'm a military policeman and can't break the law of military discipline unless you lend me another 500 riyals, what about it?"

"Bastard, why don't you die!"

...

Badajos Fortress, Interrogation Room of the Intelligence Department.

Captain Gibson clutched his hands tightly with his hard rope that bound him. He closed his eyes, panted quickly, foamed in his mouth, his clothes had been torn apart, and his forehead was covered in blood. During the violent interrogation process of the past 48 hours, the British had never obtained any food except for a little water, and they were already hungry and weak. Whenever they heard footsteps outside the house, Captain Gibson would instinctively become nervous and tremble all over his body, because he understood that the cruel and vicious French tyrants were coming to torture him again.

"I am a British Army officer, Adams Gibson, with a captain rank, and belonging to the 14th Dragoon Regiment of the British Expeditionary Force. Please treat me with the corresponding officers and prisoners of war!" Hearing that someone had stopped outside the house, Gibson repeated this sentence in vain. In addition to his name, military rank and the number of troops before joining the Intelligence Department, he refused to disclose any information to the interrogators.

Major Passel looked at the unruly British prisoners in the house. Although they had different positions, he still admired Captain Gibson's steel-like perseverance. For two days and two nights, no matter how the Military Intelligence Bureau and the Gendarmerie were coerced and tempted, or even the brutal interrogation of uncontrollably, the British had never compromised and surrendered.

"Major, please give me another day, I will definitely let the British confess completely!" On the side, Jacques made a promise.

"Enough, Sergeant! Your simple and stupid interrogation method will only make the British die in vain before handing over the information!" Major Passel shook his head, and he seemed to have something, and then began to say to himself: "As the Duke said, interrogation is a great subject. In addition to the necessary physical torture, more mental destruction is needed. Using seemingly civilized methods, we should gradually eliminate the morale and perseverance of the captains, so that the captains feel tired, lonely, distressed and confused. Only in this way can the interrogator put a little pressure on the captains to easily lose their will to resist. Do you understand, Sergeant Jacques?"

Without waiting for his subordinates to answer, Major Passel ordered people to detain the scarred British spies in the basement of a Badajos Fortress. It was dirty, small, and pests were rampant. There was neither food nor water nor natural light. It was in a completely dark isolation environment, and the surroundings were silent, with the purpose of almost depriving the captives of their hearing, touch and sense of time.

This type of imprisonment method is the "feeling deprivation" interrogation method that Desai once personally taught to the MIIS agents. The inspiration is naturally the time travelers imitate what the US military did in Guantanamo prison.

After Gibson was reincarnated for 12 hours, his mind began to have hallucinations, then he lost his sense of direction, and alternately there was a deep sleep, which made him extremely active and constantly felt fear and inferiority. After 16 hours, the British psychological defense line collapsed, and he had to leave this terrifying hell before his mind completely collapsed and then had terrifying suicidal thoughts.

Whether it is Christian or Catholic (Anti-Christian Church is similar to Catholicism, except that it does not recognize the dominance of the Pope), any self-harm or suicide that is willing to fall is strictly prohibited, and its soul will go to hell and be taken over by the demon Satan.

When Gibson sat in front of Major Passell, who served as interrogator, he was already in a spacious and bright, seemingly safe and comfortable office. Many wounds on his forehead and chest had been properly bandaged by military doctors and had medicines applied; the ragged clothes were also taken off, and he changed into a clean and tidy shirt and trousers, and a pair of brand new boots on his feet.

Although he was exhausted and weak in his limbs, after entering the conference room, Gibson stared at the hot coffee, fragrant white bread, and his favorite cigar on the table.

His hands and feet were not tied up, there were no terrible torture instruments around him, and there were no hysterical roars and curses in his ears. Major Passel's face in front of him smiled, showing an amiable expression, no longer the fierce and vicious look of the interrogator before. The interrogation in front of him did not look like interrogation, but more like a heart-to-heart conversation between friends who had not seen him for a long time.

Major Passel picked up the coffee cup and sent it to the British. He paced around the room, then leaned down and said softly to Captain Gibson who was savoring coffee: "The British and Europeans are shed the same blood. We should not kill each other. Here, you are only alone, but you are on the Ireland Island, and you have a happy family. Your wife and children want you to continue to live. You hope to be a hero admired by thousands of people, but don't forget that you are only one here. In order for your beautiful wife to hug your husband again in the garden, the cute children can welcome your father's return safely. So, starting from what you know, let's end this damn war together."

...

Two hours later, Major Passel excitedly reported good news to the division commander: "The British still compromised. According to his confession, the Spanish rebels commanded by General Gesta are currently stationed in a small town called Barros, 50 miles south of the Fortress of Badajos. This is consistent with the Military Intelligence Agency's previous judgment. In addition, Gibson truthfully explained the number and strength of this Spanish rebel force, including the name of the main officer."

Desai nodded with satisfaction and asked again: "Did he explain the military intelligence of the coalition forces in the area of ​​Evora Fortress?"

The intelligence officer shook his head, "The British are just compromising, and it will take some time before they finally surrender. At present, he said that all the confessions and explanations are all about Spanish allies, and the coalition intelligence is still unwilling to disclose."

Desai smiled and no longer studied it. Anyway, he had time. In the short term, he would not rashly intervene in the Portuguese battlefield, but would first deal with the crisis in the rear, so that the Military Intelligence Agency would slowly wipe out the patience of British prisoners. So Desai ordered Major Passel: "Immediately lift the news blockade of the Montijo incident and closely monitor the Spanish rebels' every move. In addition..."
Chapter completed!