The solar system is broken

In his excitement, Huo Shan didn't sleep for long before he woke up.

Starlight shines on the light table.

The high platform made of cobblestones is covered with a layer of silver gauze.

The light platform is on the east bank of the Luan River, with a small hill on the left.

About 80 meters long, the light platform is covered with black tiles, and underneath is a wooden palace.

It is surrounded by a 30-meter-high wall and a prison covered with barbed wire on the left and right.

In the middle is a staircase surrounded by white marble railings, with the palace and prison forming a high-low glyph.

Typically easy to defend but difficult to attack.

Since two hundred years ago, the offices of military and political officials have lived here.

To say why the Guangtai building is so weird, it must be thanks to centuries of war.

The original intention of building the light platform was to build a defensive building while taking into account aesthetics. As for the two prisons, they are products of the industrial age.

The prisoners in Guangtai Prison are not ordinary prisoners. They are mainly war prisoners and other criminals who are not convenient for the public to know.

The garrison of Guangtai was not tight, with only Huoshan's guards and some permanent military and political personnel.

It was deserted at night, and the palace lanterns were dimly lit.

It had just been an hour into the night, and it seemed that it had lost some of its popularity and was indeed a little cold.

But this is normal. The Yuansi Division is building mountains, and the combat departments have all moved to the ancient city.

As for other functional departments, they are far away in Hequ, so it is common sense that it should be deserted here.

Jackdaws fluttered past, leaving a touch of sadness on the high light platform.

The sky is also depressed, and pieces of it are floating on the white marble railings.

The icy wind blows from the west, like cavalry on the plateau, rushing down to the Central Plains.

The wind is coming.

It's cold.

A palace lantern gently poked out from the door of the main hall, and a guard supported a young man walking slowly on the steps.

"General, it's cold."

"Yes, it's getting cold."

Huo Shan looked at the moon in the sky and sighed softly.

He found that he was suddenly a little sentimental.

A kind of lonely coldness broke his heart, and he no longer liked the company of loneliness.

He practiced martial arts since he was a child, joined the army, and then devoted his life to some noble causes.

When I looked back, I found that I no longer had any relatives or friends around me.

"Who thinks that the west wind is cold alone, the rustling yellow leaves are closed and the windows are sparse..."

"At that time, it was just ordinary~" (Qing Dynasty, Nalan Xingde, Huanxisha)

The air-conditioning was blowing, and Huo Shan looked at the full moon in despair.

Huo Shan has read a lot of books, and he once gained lasting happiness in those auspicious moments.

It’s just hard to understand without enough experience.

Those painful experiences are so painful when they come to you.

"General, who are you missing?"

The guard didn't know how to read, but he understood.

"No one~"

How could there be missing? Huo Shan didn’t even know who to miss.

He doesn't know the person he loves, and he can't even talk about the person who loves him.

"teacher."

"Um?"

There are no fathers and sons in the army, let alone masters and apprentices.

"Is the teacher worried about them?"

"No." He left.

The guard looked at Huo Shan's retreating figure and was very moved.

I figured out a lot of things.

"teacher!!"

"Ouch, what are you barking at?"

A figure, with a strange posture, quickly dropped a lot of height.

Missed.

The guard smiled, as if it was true.

The moon has turned around.

(This is actually a star, but it is very dim and is obscured by the sun during the day.)

Moonlight color, ripples.

The water of the Luanhe River is clear and flows quietly in the lifeless city.

A full moon is poured into the water, broken, spliced, and broken again.

...

...

The prison at Guangtai is two hundred meters away.

But it's a different scene.

A dark fence, dim lights, a bloody man tied to a cross.

Hook claw, tiger stool, soldering iron, hemp rope whip...

The thatch was covered in blood, and the bundled man had lost his human form.

In the small torture room, people were sweating profusely and their voices were heavy.

"Don't tell me!"

Snap! A whip hit that lump of flesh.

The skin and flesh on that man's body were immediately torn.

"Don't tell me!"

Snap!

"Don't tell me!"

Bang bang bang!

(The author’s water-character skills are getting better and better.)

...

"Mr. Eugene."

The iron door opened one after another, and a man with a high nose and blond hair slapped the tip of his nose.

"Yeah!" nodded.

The smell of decay in the prison, mixed with the smell of fermented feces and blood, was very strong.

Most people simply can't hold it.

Eugene lit a cigarette, suppressed his fright, and walked in with squinted eyes.

As the saying goes, there are specialties in the arts, and the intelligence department has more research on torture.

This group of people from the military department have been working on it all afternoon, but they haven't pried out anything useful yet.

So a call was made to the intelligence agency, asking a technician to come over and solve the problem.

So Eugene, who was related to this incident, was pushed out.

Eugene, who had just received the promotion order, was very proud of himself. This phone call made Eugene, who was surrounded by women, a little less interested.

"How's it going?" Eugene blew out a smoke ring gently, looking very relaxed.

He quickly adapted to the dark, heavy and depressing environment.

It's time to start working.

The one who received him was a fat jailer with a huge abscissa.

It looks a bit simple.

"Mr. Eugene, you came just in time."

"We have tortured him for more than 20 hours."

“It’s really cool.”

...

Eugene glanced at the jailer and heard something.

The jailer touched his nose.

Didn't he hear it?

"Ah~"

Eugene licked his lips, held the cigarette between his two fingers, and asked lightly, "Did you find anything there?"

"ask."

"yes."

"Why ask?"

Eugene:...

"It's like hitting him with you, right?" Eugene's face turned green.

"But Mr. Eugene."

"He's really tough-talking."

The jailer was anxious.

Eugene stopped, and the colorful light shone on his face.

"Ah~really?"

"Let me try." Eugene frowned, he didn't believe it.

With a move of the jailer's hand, someone opened the iron bars.

A basin of cold water was poured on the man's face, and he woke up with a jolt.

The severe pain made him hiss and gasp.

The veins in my neck popped out and twisted and squirmed. You could see that it felt very good.

"Who are you?"

"Rugged."

"Where are you from?"

"Chaoge, Baiyuan Lane, Luzuo, Siwu."

"What is the mission?"

"Guide the Assault Cavalry."

"How many enemies are there?"

"3,000 people, all cavalry."

...

Deathly silence.

Eugene glanced at the jailer and said, "Didn't you ask this already?"

"Fuck, let me try!"

The jailer looked coldly, why is it so simple?

"What are their names?"

Deathly silence.

Then this spy burst out with unprecedented vitality.

"I fuck you, I fuck you, you big fuck."

"If you refuse to confess," the jailer spread his hands and said to Eugene with great regret, "you will still have to be beaten."

"He's really tough." The jailer picked up a rag and stuffed it directly into the prisoner's mouth.

Eugene stamped out the cigarette butt (he only took a puff of the cigarette), "Ah no."

Eugene tried to stop the jailer, but with a look, the whip was thrown away again.

"I always feel that's not the reason."

The jailer waved his hand, "No, no, no, he just talks hard. I have experience with spies like Mr. Eugene."

"Everyone, get moving." Clap your hands.

The tough-talking spy was hung upside down on a cross and a new round of torture began.

"Tell me, is there a possibility..."

"Mr. Eugene, I remember that spies have a special skill of not confessing until they are killed, so we must first use violence to break down his psychological defenses."

"Waterboarding~"

One jailer put a sack over the spy's head, and another poured a basin of water down.

This kind of water torture will make people repeatedly dance on the line between life and death.

According to legend, the American army used this method to torture prisoners.

Huhu~

"..." Eugene felt that there were very few words today, unprecedentedly few.

The jailers began their inhumane operations.

What is the vitality of a spy in decibels?

Eugene facepalmed.

"Mr. You, I heard that your salary has been raised."

"Where are you tuned in..."

Hang?

Eugene frowned, I should have been...

The jailer smacked his lips and subconsciously stopped.

"Well."

"No, you have been promoted~"

"Um."

"You were reborn... and got something..."

"No..." waved his hand, trying to interrupt his words, "What...what position are you in now?"

The jailer's face twisted.

"Uh, Deputy Director." Eugene felt it was necessary to shut him up because his words were too jarring.

"I was getting ready to go to a meeting to take office when you called me over."

If I don’t speak to you, you can’t “bless” me.

"Oh, I'm sorry." The jailer felt relieved, and his brain finally caught up with his mouth.

"That's it...congratulations, we all hope you will become a deputy...No...I think the deputy is promoted to the deputy..."

Well.

Eugene stopped talking. He felt that this topic could not be saved at all.

"Then why don't we have a few drinks and a banquet after you go on stage to give your speech... and then after you step off the stage... eh?"

"I've stepped down, let's celebrate..."

The jailer's eyes were wide-eyed and he no longer knew what he was talking about.

...

Fortunately, the spy was very energetic and his screams covered up all the embarrassment.

Eugene thought this jailer was really smart.

How did the military recruit this jailer?

"Dududu~"

The bell rang.

This sound means that the boss of this prison is coming.

Military and political officer, Huo Shan is here.

"Mr. Eugene, our general is here."

"Should I avoid it?" As an outsider, Eugene didn't know what it meant for him to meet military and political officials in this prison.

"No, he's not here to see you anyway."

"Yeah?"

Eugene could not easily believe what the wise man said.