146. Chapter 146 Black soil island belongs to China
The bloody Yan Fenghuo was thrown into the hospital room of the warship, along with the young Filipino named Marcos.
"Young man, don't be afraid." The officer glanced coldly at Yan Fenghuo, who was like a dead dog, and said to Marcos: "Your mission is to ensure that this Chinese cannot die. If you can do it, I will give you what you deserve.
award."
Marcos nodded repeatedly and watched the naval officer leave with frightened eyes.
"Uh..." Yan Fenghuo groaned in pain, but his moaning was just a habit, because his whole body was numb from pain, and even the pain nerves stopped working due to the severe pain.
Hearing the groan, Marcos immediately squatted next to Yan Fenghuo and helped him check. His eyes quickly scanned the surroundings and found a complete set of medical equipment.
"Be patient, it'll be fine soon, it'll be fine soon!" Marcos shouted urgently, holding over a surgical tray and taking out a sharp scalpel from it.
But he didn't know where to start at all, because this man was covered in blood, with ulcerated flesh and pus everywhere. He had to completely cut off the ulcerated flesh to complete the bandage, otherwise it would be of no use at all.
No.
"What, what, morphine..." Yan Fenghuo made a delirious voice.
He was holding on, enduring the feeling of completely fainting. Because he had to stay awake, and he had to stay awake in this environment.
Marcos rushed to the medicine cabinet to look for morphine, and immediately injected Yan Fenghuo after finding it.
"Huh...huh..." Yan Fenghuo panted heavily, raised his trembling right hand and said: "Clean, clean, clean... Use, use sodium chloride saline to clear, clear, clean..."
"well!"
Under Yan Fenghuo's instructions, Marcos took out several bottles of physiological saline, opened the corks of the bottles, and poured them all over Yan Fenghuo to clean his body.
After the body was cleaned with saline and the morphine took effect, Yan Fenghuo felt much better. At least the burning sensation was replaced by coldness, giving rise to a comfortable feeling.
"What should we do now, what should we do next?" Marcos asked Yan Fenghuo.
"Alcohol disinfection..." Yan Fenghuo directed Marcos: "Alcohol disinfects the ulcerated skin and flesh tissue, then uses a scalpel to cut off the ulcerated part, apply hemostatic powder, and bandage it with anti-inflammatory drugs."
Under the influence of morphine, Yan Fenghuo, whose head began to clear up, knew how to deal with his injury. This was the simplest treatment, because Marcos's medical skills were not very good.
"Okay!" Marcos nodded vigorously and followed the method Yan Fenghuo told him.
Pieces of festered and pus-filled flesh were cut off until bright red blood flowed from inside. Marcos pursed his lips tightly, and became more proficient at the beginning. Yan Fenghuo gritted his teeth and endured the burning to the end.
While enduring the severe pain of having his skin cut off, he turned all his attention to his hearing and listened to the sounds outside the infirmary.
Pain will cause all their nervous systems to focus on the pain-sensing nerves. Yan Fenghuo is able to do this because he is hypnotizing himself and diverting his nerves to dangers in the outside world through self-hypnosis.
This is something that everyone can do, but not everyone can do it at all times. Let’s take the simplest example: if you are in a life-threatening situation, you won’t feel much pain even if your body is covered with wounds.
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Because all the nervous system is transferred to fear, the pain nerves are ignored. But when the fear is gone, you will suddenly find that your body hurts.
This is short-lived, and the self-hypnosis performed by Yan Fenghuo prolongs the time for this situation to occur, reducing the pain felt by the body through external dangers.
There were two fully armed Philippine Navy soldiers outside the hospital room. Although their conversation was very quiet, Yan Fenghuo still caught them clearly.
But there was nothing practical in their conversation. They were just joking and talking about some interesting things out of boredom.
Even further away were the occasional sounds of footsteps and the sounds of some commands.
After a lot of effort, Marcos finally treated Yan Fenghuo's ulcerated area and wrapped him with a bandage. However, he only wrapped the ulcerated part where the flesh had been dug out, and the other parts were exposed to the air for healing.
faster.
Yan Fenghuo was exhausted from the continuous tossing and just wanted to have a good sleep. But he couldn't sleep. He was in danger, and being awake was far better than being in a coma.
With a "hoo!", the door of the infirmary was pushed open, and a Philippine naval officer strode in. At the same time, a fresh sea breeze rushed in, blowing away the pungent smell of medicine in the infirmary.
"Young man, you go out first." The naval officer motioned for Marcos to go out first and said with a smile: "There is food in the restaurant. You can eat some and then bring some back to your patients."
Marcos, who had been busy for most of the day, was already hungry. He glanced at Yan Fenghuo twice and walked towards the restaurant under the leadership of a soldier.
With a "pop" sound, the naval officer lit a cigarette and sat on the only chair in the infirmary, squinting his eyes and looking back and forth at Yan Fenghuo.
"Give me a cigarette." Yan Fenghuo said.
"Okay." The naval officer nodded, lit another cigarette, and stuffed it into Yan Fenghuo's mouth.
Holding the cigarette in his mouth, Yan Fenghuo puffed hard, letting the spicy smoke pass through his lungs quickly, stimulating the brain and making him more awake.
"Nationality?" the naval officer asked, staring at Yan Fenghuo.
"China." Yan Fenghuo replied.
"Name?" the naval officer continued to ask.
Yan Fenghuo grinned and said, "My uncle."
Hearing this, the naval officer shook his head and said: "Your name is not my uncle, your name is Yan Fenghuo, and you are a Chinese soldier."
"Haha, you know everything, what else do you have to ask?" Yan Fenghuo let out a dry laugh.
"I just want to confirm that maybe you are a spy sent by China." The naval officer said disapprovingly: "But it doesn't matter even if you are a spy. I have many ways to deal with spies. If it weren't for the order from my superiors, I might not have been able to find out at all.
You. Eat something later and keep your spirits up. Someone will come to pick you up in the evening."
Hearing this, Yan Fenghuo already understood why the other party could directly call his name and why he could be caught directly on the warship, America!
The incident on Black Earth Island was entirely supported by the United States, and the Philippines is a loyal partner of the United States in a sense. This is caused by history and continues to this day.
Those American sailors were rescued. After they were rescued, they would definitely look for traces of Red Scar. When they found out that there was no chance of Red Scar surviving, they would definitely try their best to find themselves.
Yan Fenghuo's inference was not wrong, but there was one thing wrong: it was not the U.S. Navy that was trying every possible means to find him, but Hongscar's brother who was trying every possible means and using all his connections and power to find him in order to kill him.
"U.S. Navy?" Yan Fenghuo spit out the cigarette butt and shook his head with a look of helplessness.
"That's right." The naval officer nodded, looked into Yan Fenghuo's eyes and asked, "Are you blind?"
"Blind."
The naval officer once again lit a cigarette and stuffed it into Yan Fenghuo's mouth and asked: "Tell me, is Black Earth Island the territory of China or the Philippines?"
“Chinese!”
There was a crisp "pop" sound, and a small leather whip hit Yan Fenghuo's wound hard, causing the skin and flesh to burst open immediately.
This is a steel whip, which is full of tiny barbs. If it hits a person's body, the flesh will explode immediately.
"Well..." Yan Fenghuo's body twitched violently, his teeth clenched the cigarette holder tightly, and he sucked hard.
"You should say that Black Earth Island belongs to the Philippines." The naval officer holding a steel whip said with a smile: "If you say that, I may consider not handing you over to them. Believe in my ability, I can convince you
of."
"Heitu Island belongs to China!" Yan Fenghuo bit his cigarette holder and made a sound.
"Pa!" Another whip came.
This whip hit Yan Fenghuo's left face directly, leaving a deep bloody mark.
The naval officer gently shook the steel whip covered with flesh and blood and asked again: "Tell me, Black Earth Island belongs to the Philippines."
Yan Fenghuo, whose cigarette had already fallen from his mouth, made a small noise, smiling arrogantly and dismissively.
"Hahahaha... Hahahaha... I can tell you clearly that Black Earth Island belongs to China. It was from the beginning, is now, and will always be China's in the future. You Philippines? A small country, shameful and ridiculous, hahahaha...
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Hearing Yan Fenghuo's voice, the naval officer was not angry. He took out a small recording device from his pocket, placed it on the table, and pulled out a sharp saber.
"Chinese, as long as you say that Black Earth Island belongs to the Philippines, I guarantee that you will enjoy the best medical and health conditions, have a lot of wealth, and have many beauties." The naval officer played with his saber, eyes wide.
Showing a trace of cruelty, he said: "If you don't tell me, I will cut off your belongings as a man. I admit that you are a very hard-boned Chinese soldier, but after all, you are a person and a man. Just for a word, you will sacrifice yourself."
It’s really not worth giving away your life, at least you will regret it for the rest of your life.”
After finishing speaking, the naval officer gently rubbed Yan Fenghuo's crotch with his saber and licked his lips vigorously.
This is the real punishment, the punishment specifically for men.
The fundamental thing that maintains a man's dignity and pride is his genitals. If there is a problem with the genitals, no matter how famous or rich he is, he will never be able to hide his inner inferiority. This is the root of a man and the fundamental reason why a man becomes a man.
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The coldness hit him, running from his lower body to the top of his head, causing Yan Fenghuo's body to shiver involuntarily.
"If you say this, I will not hand you over to the Americans. Not only will I not hand you over to the Americans, I will also hand you over to the Chinese. How about that?" The naval officer smiled extremely sinisterly, but he would fulfill his promise.
What you say.
Because what he wanted was not Yan Fenghuo's life or what was under his crotch. He only wanted Yan Fenghuo to say eight words: Black Earth Island belongs to the Philippines.
These eight words came from the mouths of Chinese soldiers. After they spread indefinitely, they will surely become another weight in this competition.
"Hahahaha..." Yan Fenghuo laughed and said: "Filipino mixed-race, where is the wealth? Where is the beauty? Let's wait until you have these. If you want to have a knife, then do it quickly. But give it to me
Listen clearly: Black Earth Island belongs to China, and it belongs to China at all times!"
Almost shouting the last words, Yan Fenghuo endured the pain and spread his legs to make it easier for the other party to proceed.
He is afraid, but fear does not mean submission. A real warrior is never unafraid, but one who is clearly afraid but still goes forward.
The naval officer narrowed his eyes, cruel murderous intent suddenly emerged in his pupils, and raised his saber to stab Yan Fenghuo in the crotch.