"The small dark room is a unique punishment measure for the escort team. For some escorts who have made mistakes, my husband will put them in a small dark room and let them think about their mistakes and reflect on themselves."
Ninth Princess smiled and explained the little black room.
"Will this approach work?"
Qing Xinyao said suspiciously: "Some soldiers and gangsters have become old fools. Even military sticks cannot deter them. Let them face the wall and think about their mistakes, just let them hide inside and sleep lazily."
"That's what I thought at first, but later I realized it wasn't the case."
Princess Ninth shook her head: "I think the bodyguards are more afraid of the small dark room than the military stick."
"Is it really that powerful?" Qing Xinyao was even more curious.
"You'll know if you go and see it?" Princess Ninth said with a smile.
The small dark room in Damangpo was in a corner with few people. When Jin Feng and others arrived, the punished bodyguards and soldiers had already come out.
Fortunately, the escort was mentally prepared before going in, so he didn't collapse. He just sat aside with a pale face and talked to his companion.
The two soldiers of the Weisheng Army were much miserable. After being dragged out, they remained paralyzed on the ground.
When others talk to them, it's as if they didn't hear them and just keep talking to themselves.
What was said in his mouth was also messy, and no one could understand what he was saying.
Many escorts stood aside and watched the fun, especially the monkeys, who looked gloating.
He was jointly and severally liable. He was detained for a day and was released yesterday.
When Meng Tianhai saw Jin Feng and the others approaching, he quickly stepped forward to greet them.
Then he looked at Jin Feng with a worried look on his face: "Sir, aren't they crazy?"
"It's okay, they just stayed in the dark and claustrophobic space for two days, and they couldn't bear it for a while," Jin Feng explained: "Find someone to talk to them these two days, and they will be fine in a few days.
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"But they are like this now. When someone talks to them, it's as if they didn't hear..."
Meng Tianhai pointed at the two of them in embarrassment: "Sir, is there anything you can do?"
“Easy to handle!”
Jin Feng winked at the monkey, who then stepped forward with a smile and slapped each of them.
"Hey! Stand up for me quickly, or I will lock you up for another three days!"
The two people, who were wandering in a daze, finally came to their senses.
After looking around, when they saw Jin Feng, they both stood up tremblingly and kowtowed to Jin Feng: "Sir, we were wrong. We will never dare to do it again. Please don't lock us up in the prison again."
It’s a dark room!”
Before entering the small dark room, they really thought they were going to sleep.
After entering, they did have a good sleep all night.
But when they woke up the next day, they realized the power of the small dark room.
Zhang Liang was already strict in his military administration, and the conditions in the cellar were much more difficult than those in the confinement room in Jin Feng's previous life.
It was small and cramped, not to mention dark and damp, and the lid above the head was extremely tight.
Not only was the light dim, but there was no sound at all.
It's simply a tomb.
A big living person is staying inside, and one can imagine the suffering in his heart.
It’s no longer enough to describe how long the days are like, every minute and every second is extremely long.
Later they started talking to themselves.
If the monkey hadn't slapped them, they still wouldn't be able to recover now.
"Don't you think that going to the dark room is just a lazy way to sleep?"
The monkey sneered: "Would you like to go in and sleep for two more days?"
"No more! No more!"
The two of them waved their hands repeatedly: "Young one, I really realize my mistake."
"Okay monkey, stop teasing them!"
Jin Feng winked at Meng Tianhai.
"Someone, take these two embarrassing things away!"
Meng Tianhai scolded with a cold face.
Several people were imprisoned together, and the bodyguard could still maintain his sanity, but his soldiers burst into tears, which made him, the boss of the Wei Sheng Army, feel very embarrassed.
“This little dark room is a bit interesting!”
Qing Xinyao glanced at the cellar and thought about whether he should study.
The soldiers were all taken away, and Jin Feng and the other three went to the Chinese army's tent together.
On the way, Qing Xinyao said: "Sir, it's time to execute the prisoners soon. You have to hurry up and pick someone, otherwise you will be questioned or sent away."
There are generally two options for death row prisoners, one is to be executed after death, and the other is to be sent to the front lines to be used as cannon fodder.
It will be this time in a few days.
The prison manager of Xichuan City sent over the roster of death row inmates yesterday.
As long as Jin Feng sketches a name, he can lead the person away.
However, Jin Feng was influenced by his previous life and had more respect for life, so he was not so hasty. Instead, he asked the steward to send the file and read it personally.
Testing explosives is extremely dangerous, and he must make sure that everyone he chooses really deserves to die.
And he cannot be a dangerous person with violent tendencies.
Otherwise, if we get out the explosives and blow up Xihewan first, we will lose more than we gain.
As a result, the workload was heavy, and he had to pay attention to recruiting troops in the past two days. Jin Feng never had time to go to prison.
"Master Qing, how many more days are there?"
Jin Feng asked helplessly.
Now he sleeps for an hour less, but things are getting more and more complicated.
It gave him a feeling of being overwhelmed.
This is because he left the recruitment matter to Han Feng and Da Zhuang. If he were responsible for it himself, he would probably be exhausted.
"There are still three days." Qing Xinyao replied.
"I understand!" Jin Feng nodded and decided to work overtime tonight to read the file as soon as possible.
The three of them passed by the female escort camp, and Qing Xinyao stopped again.
In an open space in the camp, a group of voluptuous women were rehearsing a new dance.
"Sir, are these the dancers?" Qing Xinyao asked with some uncertainty.
Before, Danzhu's army invaded the territory, and then he was busy with post-war settlements. Qing Xinyao really never went to see the dancers.
In addition, the dancers have now lost their brightly colored gauze skirts, and have all replaced them with the outfits of female escorts. Their hairstyles have also been changed to long ponytails, making them appear brave and heroic, completely different from the weak and charming dancers before.
"Yes," Jin Feng said with a smile: "They are really not suitable to be bodyguards, so I am going to let them rehearse some dances suitable for the army to watch, so that they can cheer for the soldiers."
"What kind of dance is suitable for the army to watch?" Princess Ninth asked curiously.
"Isn't Qingyuan compiling this?" Jin Feng said with a smile.
In the open space, the dancer named Qing Yuan held an unopened long sword in her hand and danced gracefully.
"It's interesting!" Qing Xinyao touched his chin and said with a smile: "The rehearsal is complete, sir, you must ask me to come and see it together."
"Everything seems to be different when it comes here."
The Ninth Princess was also very surprised that Jin Feng arranged the dancers like this.
Jin Feng was too busy and really had no time to chat with Ninth Princess and Qingxinyao.
After talking about business, he asked Zhang Liang to accompany the two of them to recruit soldiers. He immediately returned to the tent, picked up the files again, and selected the death row prisoners.
Dakang's dossier was very simple, even a little perfunctory. Jin Feng knew that there must be unjust, false and wrong cases in it, but he really didn't have the energy to check and verify each one, so he could only read it as if it were true.
Turning a new page, Jin Feng didn't pay much attention at first, but as he looked at it, his expression gradually became serious.