When he woke up, Zhang Wen smelled the damp and moldy smell again.

The confinement room is very small, with an area of ​​only about five square meters. In such a narrow space, you can't even put down a bed, let alone any other furniture.

Here, sleeping is a terrible punishment——Zhang Wen was once extremely proud of his height of 1.88 meters, believing that it was a symbol of tall and handsomeness, and a capital that was enough to be paid attention to by all women. However, now, he had to beg God to make himself short to adapt to this damn confinement room.

The ground was too short. No matter how long or wide, he could not lie down. He could only curl up and lie on the cold concrete floor, placing it in a "" shape or "C" shape to barely rest. Because his body could not stretch for a long time, Zhang Wen was often awakened from his sleep. The sore muscles and bones almost made him want to go crazy. The insatiable sleep made him tired. He wanted to kick the wall open, rush out from this terrible cage, and enjoy the ease and pleasure brought by stretching his limbs again.

This is ultimately a useless luxury of Konghuan. It is actually a closed space that has been specially transformed and designed for strengthening people and made of high-strength alloys. The heavy steel plates cut off the possibility of breaking with brute force. Once the wall or window breaks, the monitor will immediately emit a powerful electric current, completely blocking the escaped person's way. Moreover, there are guards outside for 24 hours. They are cold-blooded and iron-faced and never care about the identity of the detainee. As long as an abnormality is found, the escaped person will be shot to death immediately.

It is narrow but can barely bear it. Because at least you can stand up, the short sleep makes the body exhausted and does not destroy the will and ideas.

Zhang Wen was very lucky because he did not die in battle.

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Things did not develop as smoothly as Zhang Wen imagined. As soon as the plane landed, he and his entourage were immediately detained and imprisoned. Although Zhang Wen repeatedly claimed that he was an active-duty officer and the nephew of Lieutenant General Zhang Shengfei, the commander of the 184th Army, he did not receive the treatment he deserved. He was taken to the transport plane overnight and sent to New Urumqi, which belonged to the northern frontline.

There is no washing equipment in the confinement room, only a funnel-shaped potty embedded on the ground and used as a drainage function. This damn thing has a small interface, and it cannot correspond to a normal potty regardless of appearance or volume. It is round, with a diameter of only ten centimeters, and the depth between the basin and the horizon is five centimeters. Such a strange utensil cannot be linked to a toilet or potty no matter how you look at it, but its actual function is indeed like this.

Since it is a confinement room, of course it is used as punishment.

Zhang Wen has seen those who were locked in a confinement room and is also aware of the role of this micro potty. The reason for this setting is to strengthen the closure and firmness, and more importantly, to destroy the spiritual will of the punished persons, make them completely lose their sense of self, be afraid of power and pressure, and never make mistakes again.

Even when you are fully focused, it is difficult to aim the anus at the potty. Feces often accumulate around the potty, which makes people feel disgusting just by looking at it. There are no extra items in the room, so naturally there is no toilet brush or broom for cleaning. In order to prevent the confined person from having weapons, the potty water pipe is connected from outside the wall. Every day at 3 am and 11 pm are fixed water rinsing time. This means that Zhang Wen must accompany his excrement and spend almost the whole day in the dirt and stench.

As for the food... When he first came in, Zhang Wen was angry at the average quality of the first meal. The staple food was nothing more than rice, plus a sufficient amount of leeks, green onion, ginger, garlic and chili stir-fry, and a little fat sliced ​​side dish. I wonder if the chef's skills were too poor, which made the dishes a little salty? Zhang Wen quickly finished drinking the water. He didn't care about the passage where the food was delivered from outside was next to the potty. It was not until the next day when he wanted to shit, that this strange meal and interior design were simply cruel and insidious torture.

The large amount of food is enough to eat enough, which means that a large amount of feces is excreted from the body. The vegetable oil and water with meat and vegetables are very spicy and stimulating, and the shit that is pulled out is particularly smelly. Since the flushing time is controlled by the outside, Zhang Wen can only spend a whole day in the strong odor.

Strengthening people's sense of smell is very sensitive. Under the influence of this terrible stench, Zhang Wen quickly lost the ability to distinguish smell. Although his nose lost its function, he still felt that the pile of things discharged from his body in the potty were very dirty. So he hugged his knees with his hands, squatted in the corner of the wall, trying not to look at it.

This way of opening the distance is not very useful and has no effect. Zhang Wen feels that he is simply being locked in a cesspool and endures endless humiliation. He hits the wall desperately, kicks the ground with his feet, and shouts at the top of his lungs, but he gets nothing except dull echoes.

An exhaust fan is impossible. The window is located more than three meters away from the ground. You must jump up to feel the fresh air. There is no benefit except consuming physical energy and energy.

The food will still be delivered. I wonder which perverted confinement room was actually? The entrance to the passage was only twenty centimeters apart. Looking at the food next to the pile of shit, Zhang Wen completely lost his appetite. He often stared at the food all day long, and all kinds of confusing and strange thoughts would always come out of his mind. Whenever this happened, Zhang Wen admired the heroines in several Japanese movies I had watched. They were so fierce that they moved the butts of the actors, stuck out their tongues, and licked their anus... That kind of fearless courage and perseverance is definitely worth learning from.

There should be a monitor in the room, and people outside know Zhang Wen's performance clearly. If there is no meal, no one will change it. The cold food will be there until Zhang Wen can't help but eat it hungry before new food will be delivered.

In this terrible environment, Zhang Wen's self-esteem and pride were completely crushed. He no longer felt how noble he was, nor did he roar and scream as the nephew of the commander of the 184th Army. He often curled up in the corner of the wall, raised his head, stared blankly at the place where light shone on his head, prayed silently, and shed tears silently.

Two weeks later, the door of the confinement room finally opened and two soldiers helped Zhang Wen out.

He became unkempt and covered in stains and feces, his face was full of dry shit and urine, his hair was messy, his eyes were congested, his weight was reduced sharply, and his footsteps were floating, as if he had been tortured by the pain for many years. If it weren't for those soldiers, Zhang Wen could not have walked out of the confinement room with his own strength

He was thrown into the bathroom like a dog, washed under the large water pipe, gradually recovering some of his energy.

Although it is a cleaning, it still has a humiliating and torture nature.

The water source was turned off and no one gave him a new change of clothes. The soldiers dragged him to the next room and used a blower to blow his body quickly. The reason for this was to make him look less dirty and his body was not as stinky.

When Zhang Wen was brought to Yuan Zhicheng, he had exhausted all his strength. His lips were wide open and his whole body was trembling. In order to make him have enough energy to persevere until the conversation ended, the doctor had to inject stimulant and then apply nutritional injections with a little drip.

The lights in the interrogation room were bright. Relying on the chair and tilting his head, in Zhang Wen's confused eyes, Yuan Zhicheng was just an old man with a peaceful expression and no characteristics.

However, on the side of his collar, the blood vessels extending along the neck to the head are dense, and the muscles connected to it are strong and powerful, which is a characteristic that high-level reinforcement talents have. Moreover, the old man was wearing a general's uniform, with dense resumes hanging on his chest, and the military rank on his shoulders shining... All this reminds Zhang Wen that he is definitely not the one he can mess with.

"Major Zhang Wen, do you feel better?"

The old man's voice was very thick, and he brought a reverberation with an oppressive effect in the interrogation room.

"You...who are you?"

Zhang Wen only felt that Yuan Zhicheng's face was very familiar, but he couldn't remember the other party's identity and name. The days in the confinement room were really terrible. If you continue to stay, you might drive people crazy. Even now, Zhang Wen still feels that his body is weak and his mind is confused, and his eyes are a ghost no matter what he sees.

"There are two choices before you."

The old man had no intention of answering Zhang Wen's question. He sat behind his desk, staring at the weak prisoner, and said coldly: "The military headquarters has made a ruling on the Hefei Battle. Do you want to hear it?"

Zhang Wen began to tremble, which was a direct manifestation of fear occupying subjective thinking and making the body uncontrolled.

He had already recognized the identity of the old man, and the three words "Yuan Zhicheng" appeared in his mind, as well as a series of extremely terrifying nouns such as "Commander-in-Chief of the Northern War Zone", "Yuan Family", "Big Man" and so on.

"According to the objection letter provided by Brigadier General Su Hao, the commander of the 11th Independent Forces, the Battle of Hefei was judged as a plan with major flaws. As the plan makers, you have an unshirkable responsibility in it. The Ministry of Law of the Military questioned this plan, believing that you must have some unspeakable intentions when you first led the implementation. Now, the result of the plan is obvious. The entire third stop in the southeast collapsed completely, the New Nanyang base city fell, and the advantages gained in the Battle of Lujiang were completely lost. We lost 160,000 people, of which more than 80% died in battle, and the rest were seriously injured. Many people have caused irreparable defective injuries. The main ones are skin ulcers and neurological truncation reactions. Although they came back alive, it was difficult for them to survive the next few months. The ending was death, but they had to endure greater torture."

The old man's words were rigid and cold, and each word seemed like a huge hammer that hit Zhang Wen's heart, making him unbearable and could hardly breathe.

"No, that's not my fault-----"

Suddenly, Zhang Wen didn't know where he came from and howled at the top of his lungs: "I don't want this either. I never thought of harming anyone. I didn't know that things would become like this. I have been making plans according to the classic battle examples in military academy textbooks, and all parameters and settings are based on the Battle of Lujiang. Why can Su Hao win? But I can only lose? Unfair——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————

The old man seemed not to hear Zhang Wen's shouting, and said coldly: "You killed those soldiers. They should have lived well and won the war under the leadership of the wise commander. However, they were unable to come back alive. Lieutenant General Zhang Shengfei, all died in battle on the front line of Hefei."

"That's not my fault-----"

Zhang Wen shed tears, shook his head to both sides, and his ten fingers penetrated his hair deeply, choking his scalp hard: "I just made a plan according to previous battle examples. If there is a problem with the plan itself, why would the military headquarters pass the review? Why should this battle be carried out?"

Yuan Zhicheng stared at Zhang Wen, and an undetectable sneer appeared at the corner of his eyes: "What, this is your defense? In the military court, relying solely on these things is far from overturning the accusation of the military judge."

"Why do you want to accuse me? I'm not wrong or guilty"

Zhang Wen's face was pale, his hands and teeth tightened instantly, and he opened quickly, his eyes widened, and shouted desperately: "No, all this is Su Hao's conspiracy. I bet that he had been calculating me from the beginning. He calculated the entire Southeast Third War Zone. Otherwise, why are they all pheromone tactics, and the Lujiang Battle can be won, but Hefei suffered a complete failure? This is unreasonable, irrational, yes, it must be like this, he hid some crucial links and did not report all the details of the entire battle process. He deliberately set a trap to lure me into it step by step. He used other people's failures to highlight his cleverness. It must be like this

It must be like this————”

People in crazy and despair always have some strange ideas. Zhang Wen is no exception. He is afraid of death, especially after experiencing confinement, and is even more afraid of returning to the dirty and smelly space to stay. Since he has come out, he must do everything possible to prove his value and stay away from that terrible place.

Under this premise, slandering and biting is naturally the best way to do it. Even if the status quo cannot be changed, at least you can pull someone into the water. What's more, if someone dies with him, he will also feel satisfied and accomplished in his heart. At least, he is not so lonely.

Although Zhang Wen's performance meets his needs, Yuan Zhicheng still feels disgusted when he sees his despicable face.

He was silent for a moment and said in a strange tone: "Pay attention to your words. Su Hao has just been promoted. His current military rank is a brigade general. It is a serious crime to slander senior officers at will. If you don't want to die now, it's best not to give your opinions randomly."

"……brigadier?"

Zhang Wen obviously had an unexpected sensitivity to this word. He stood up from the chair, opened his mouth, his face full of astonishment and fear. Soon, his expression had turned into anger and hatred. The complex emotions were exposed from the inside to the outside, causing the muscles to be twisted, and his facial features were controlled by the nerves to turn into strange and terrible angles. He kept pulling his hair with his hands, uprooting it hard, biting his lips hard, and blood flowed down the corner of his mouth, and soon soaking the front of his clothes.

"He actually became a general? Hahaha...he, he actually...hahahaha, Su Hao, this damn bastard, he actually became a general———"

Zhang Wen smiled extremely crazy. He kept pulling his hair down, as if he couldn't feel the pain. The surface of his scalp was exposed with dark red blood spots, and the green and lush hair follicles were mixed with it, showing an extremely strange and fierce brute force.

"Why? Why?"

Zhang Wen was panting heavily, and he felt flames burning in his body, constantly burning with anger: "Su Hao is a liar. He used despicable methods to lure us into being deceived, and then lie on someone else's corpse to enjoy the fruits. I want to protest to the Supreme Ministry of Military Law and ask them to review the Battle of Lujiang. I...I want...I..."

Because he used too much force, Zhang Wen could no longer say the last few words. He sat down dejectedly, grabbed the back of the chair, and gasped weakly.

Seeing his performance, Yuan Zhicheng only found it funny, which deepened his contempt for the prisoner in front of him.

"What qualifications do you have to say this?"

"What do you think is the use of so-called protest?"

"If something that has been concluded is rejected by a few words, what else should the military headquarters do?"

A series of questions roared in Zhang Wen's ears like thunder, shattering his last belief and destroying his remaining reason.

Between the gap between despair and fear, Zhang Wen suddenly had a very wonderful tranquility.

He raised his head, stared at the old man with his blood-red eyes, and asked hoarsely: "You...you said just now, I, I have two choices?"

Yuan Zhicheng leaned his fat body backwards, his tone full of sarcasm and teasing: "Haha, finally remembering it?"

Zhang Wen's voice became hoarse and hoarse: "Tell me... Tell me quickly. I, I don't want to die."

The old man did not answer, but just stared at him with a cold look.

"Please, please, give me a chance———"

"I, I'm willing to do anything for you."

"Don't let me die, I don't want to go to military court. I...I...I..."

In the end, Zhang Wen's voice became smaller and smaller, probably because of his weakness, and more because of fear. He kept looking at the old man. In order to express his strong enough wish, he left the chair and knelt directly on the ground. His whole body was trembling and could not even speak.

Looking at this scene, Yuan Zhicheng suddenly felt an indescribable comfort.

He suddenly burst out with a burst of laughter, and raised his hand and pointed at Zhang Wen.

"Remember, your life is mine-----"
Chapter completed!