I fought guerrilla warfare in the Yimeng Mountains during the Anti-Japanese War

Chen Feng slowly poured honey on Zhang Cuihua's legs and gently stroked them with his hands to ensure that the honey was evenly applied and not a drop was leaked. This was Liu Caiyun's treasure and it would be shameful to waste it.

A group of big ants were circling around Zhang Cuihua. These were the largest ants Chen Feng had ever seen in his two lives. When Liu Caiyun first came to Mengshan, she had nothing and could only sleep on the floor in the cave by herself. She stepped on an ant that was foraging for food and was bitten on the butt. It hurt for many days and the wound was red and swollen. If it hadn't been for the weather being mild at that time, the wound would have become inflamed.

Finally, an ant climbed up Zhang Cuihua's leg and licked the honey. The sweet taste did not make it lose itself, so it immediately climbed down and called its friends. One person told ten, ten told a hundred. When hundreds of ants began to gnaw at the honey thigh, Zhang Cuihua could no longer bear it. She whimpered in her mouth, but she couldn't shout clearly with the towel blocking her mouth:

"What's so special? What's so special?"

Chen Feng made a quiet gesture:

"Miss Zhang, here's a chance for you! Don't be anxious, wait until you finish chewing one leg."

After saying this, he ignored Zhang Cuihua's pleas, looked up at everyone, and when he saw someone with sympathy in his eyes, he looked at him seriously until the sympathizer changed his attitude out of shame, and then he looked away.

The commando members and platoon leaders were fine, as they had all experienced countless life and death experiences. However, the Yang sisters felt extremely terrified. If Liu Caiyun hadn't pulled them back, they would have just wanted to escape from this hell. They could only constantly recall the hatred at home to make their hearts as hard as iron.

After eating the honey, some ants took the honey back home, while the other part started to bite the thighs and calves. It is troublesome for ants to bite the skin, and they found it difficult to bite the slippery thighs covered with honey.

Chen Feng couldn't bear to see them spinning around, so he used a Nepalese knife to gently cut open Zhang Cuihua's skin. His technique was very good, and he didn't damage any large blood vessels while ensuring that the skin wasn't cracked. After the cut, he carefully applied a layer of honey. He was afraid of accidentally injuring ants, so he gently pushed them aside.

Hundreds and thousands of ants came out of the ant hole again, as if there was an emergency charge. Led by the responders, they rushed madly to Zhang Cuihua's legs. Zhang Cuihua was no longer able to struggle. Her face was very distorted. She opened her eyes wide and watched the army of ants start to cut up the meat.

Formic acid is a good thing. It can separate meat and block blood vessels. It is more powerful than platelets, so there is no need to worry about the prey bleeding out and losing its freshness.

Chen Feng used his saber to scrape the ants apart from the calves and legs. He was too greedy. Wasn't one leg enough to eat? He still wanted to go up and explore.

Zhang Cuihua was on the verge of collapse. Her mouth was blocked by a towel, but she kept shouting "Wu Shu, Wu Shu" incoherently.

Seeing that one of the legs had been bitten by one third, the ant's way home was also blocked by large pieces of meat. Feeling that the time was almost right, Chen Feng used a knife to pick open Zhang Cuihua's bonds:

"Carry her to the water, wash her, and let her sober up. Bandage her and record all her statements. Repeat them three times. If there is a mistake, carry her over and let her chew them once."

Patting Zhang Cuihua's cheek, Chen Feng said gently:

"Miss Zhang, please don't waste my honey. Please be good. There are at least hundreds of species of insects and snakes on this mountain. Don't make me angry!"

All the luster on Zhang Cuihua's face had disappeared. Her thighs were soaked in the cold spring water, and the ants had to abandon their fat and float up. Even though her wounds were in severe pain from the blisters, Zhang Cuihua had no reaction. Compared with watching the ants eating her with her own eyes, this little pain was nothing.

Seeing that Zhang Cuihua was in high spirits, Liu Caiyun began to ask:

"Name"?

"Zhang Cuihua".

Chen Feng made a tone:

"Um"?

Zhang Cuihua shuddered all over:

"Zhang Cuihua, Chinese name Zhang Cuihua, Japanese name Hashimoto Sakurako".

"age"?

"26".

Liu Caiyun was a little surprised. Her skin was well maintained and she looked no older than herself!

“Organizational identity”?

"Japanese Sakura Society killer spy, Shanghai Special High Section, Nanjing Special High Section, North China Expeditionary Army Special High Section".

From noon to dark, Zhang Cuihua had gone crazy. The woman in front of her was a demon. She couldn't make a single mistake or she would be punished. She was obviously scared to death, but she was still trembling as she used a wooden stick to clamp the scorpion and stuff it into her mouth. She accidentally let the scorpion crawl into her throat.

Liu Caiyun was actually very panicked. At that moment, she was actually thinking that if she was caught by the Japanese and tortured, she would definitely not be able to bear it. It was too horrible. Although she was afraid, she did not show any mercy. She asked Heiwa to catch all kinds of insects and snakes of different sizes. As long as Zhang Cuihua said a wrong word or hesitated, she would suppress her fear and torture her.

Liu Caiyun did not consider anything else. The captain said that the Japanese were not human beings, but worse than animals, and that no one should be lenient towards them, regardless of gender, age or status.

Liu Caiyun still needs to consider other things, but the captain's words are the law, and she will resolutely carry out whatever he tells her to do.

Five times, it took five full interrogations to barely meet Liu Caiyun's requirements. Liu Caiyun breathed a sigh of relief. If she tortured again, it would be the turn of the venomous snake! That was really hard to grasp, and she was afraid too!

Hashimoto Sakurako also breathed a sigh of relief. The devil was worthy of being the Black Eagle's wife, the White Eagle, who was even more terrifying than the Black Eagle.

Liu Caiyun handed the confession to Chen Feng, who was enjoying the coolness under the shade of a tree:

"Captain, the confession is ready, please take a look."

Chen Feng took the confession and threw it beside him:

"Just barely qualified. Why are your hands shaking? What if you accidentally kill her? Where can you catch such a high-level spy?"

Stand up and come to Zhang Cuihua (in front of Hashimoto Sakurako):

"Zhang~, oh no, calling you Zhang Cuihua has tarnished this Chinese name. Miss Sakurako, I'm very satisfied with your performance. Seeing that you have performed so well, I'll give you a chance to make a request. Just tell me! As long as it's not too difficult, I will try my best to satisfy you."

"Kill me, please kill me."

"That doesn't count. I'll kill you even if you don't tell me. Do you have any other requests? For example, where to bury you? Plant a tree for you or something."

Hashimoto Sakurako started to cry:

"Devil, you are a devil. I want to bury my head facing east, and I want a cherry tree in front of my grave."

Chen Feng was a little apologetic:

"You can turn your head east, but there are really no cherry blossom trees. How about a cherry tree? The flowers don't grow as big as those in your hometown, but they will bear cherries! Just imagine, decades later, a huge cherry tree stands in the canyon, with red cherries hanging from its branches, and adults and children are happily picking cherries on your grave. Doesn't that scene seem indescribably beautiful?"

Color appeared in Hashimoto Sakurako's eyes again, and she seemed to really see a beautiful and warm picture, that scene, the interweaving of loneliness and joy, the coexistence of death and life. Imagining the beautiful scenery in the canyon, her face also turned rosy, as if she did not hear Chen Feng's order from hell.

"Two companies and one row in Ningbo".

"arrive".

"Break her neck."

"Yes"!

Ningbo knew that his reluctant look had been seen by the captain many times. This should be a warning to himself. Without any hesitation, he held Hashimoto Sakurako's head with both hands and turned it hard.

With a snap, this blood-stained Japanese ace spy lost his life, and until his death he was still imagining the scenery under the cherry trees in the valley.