OBS Chapter 347 Ace Master?
Chapter 347 Ace Master?
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, stinging their faces. A natural cave they found became the team's safest shelter.
Outside the cave, rain poured down like a waterfall; inside, only the sounds of rapid breathing and dripping water could be heard.
The captured enemy soldier, his hands bound behind his back, slumped in a corner, a rag stuffed in his mouth, his eyes filled with terror and a hint of the indomitable spirit of a veteran.
Ning Wei squatted down in front of him, his eyes as cold as ice, the dagger in his hand gleaming eerily in the dim light.
Without saying a word, he simply tapped the prisoner's cheek lightly with the flat side of the dagger.
The rhythmic, moderate tapping is more effective at breaking down psychological defenses than any shout.
Wang Tiezhu leaned against the cave wall, his eyes fixed on the cave entrance with unwavering vigilance.
Mantun helped the communications soldier quickly set up the radio, carefully extending the wet antenna as high as possible into the rain outside the cave.
"Say it or not?!"
Ning Wei finally spoke, his voice low and hoarse, carrying an undeniable air of authority.
The blade of the dagger was pressed against the cheek on the side of the tongue; if the person continued to argue, it would slowly be sliced down.
The prisoner's body trembled slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he still clenched his teeth.
"What the hell!"
Zhang Haiyang, annoyed by what he saw, grabbed his submachine gun and pressed the muzzle against Tongue's forehead.
He shouted angrily, regardless of whether anyone could understand him.
"I'll count to three. If you don't speak by then, I'll send you to meet the King of Hell."
One,
two,
three……"
Its tongue remained tightly shut, and its eyes were closed, displaying a posture of refusing to surrender and face death.
"Damn it, you think I'm just kidding? You want to be a hero, huh? Fine, I'll grant your wish."
The right index finger should pull the trigger.
"ocean!"
Zhong Yuemin stepped forward, pressed down on the muzzle of his gun, and looked at the tongue on the ground.
"Old Qin, tell him we're not butchers. As long as he has the intelligence, we'll bandage his wounds, give him food, and treat him like a prisoner of war after the war."
I won't say..."
He paused, his voice flat and even, "This rainforest is just another nameless corpse. As for a hero? Heh, you're dreaming. Your 'comrades' might think you deserted, and you might even implicate your family."
Qin Guanshan spoke in Vietnamese. Now, in the small team, only Lao Qin, an overseas Chinese, could speak Vietnamese. The fellow villager who was familiar with the enemy territory and had previously followed the team was injured and was being treated in a hospital in the rear, so he did not follow.
Zhong Yuemin's light, cold words, perhaps because of his promise "I'm not a butcher," were clearly much more effective than Haiyang's angry curses and threats.
His tongue and eyes flickered, revealing a hint of panic.
Zhong Yuemin continued:
"Living is more important than anything else. Think of your parents, your family. You only get one chance. I won't say it a second time. The choice is yours..."
Lao Qin translates again!
The tongue finally broke down, making a whimpering sound in its throat as it frantically nodded.
Ning Wei ripped the rag out of his mouth.
"Say it!"
His tongue was panting heavily as he spoke rapidly in heavily accented Vietnamese. Qin Guanshan listened intently, occasionally asking short questions.
The atmosphere inside the cave was almost frozen.
Only the sound of a trembling tongue and the sound of rain outside the cave could be heard.
A few minutes later, Qin Guanshan stood up, walked to Zhong Yuemin's side, and his expression was more solemn than ever before.
"Battalion Commander Zhong, I've found out."
Qin Guanshan's voice was low, yet it struck everyone's heart like a heavy hammer.
"The ones holding out in Gantang are their 316A Division."