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The awakened Ganzhou Soldier was still unaware of what had happened. He touched the back of his neck and murmured, "What’s going on?" It was only then that he realized he had been blinded by a bright light and had fainted. Clearly, the people in front of him were responsible for this. Although the sky was still pitch black, he could see that these individuals were armed and not dressed like a Ganzhou Soldier.
Suddenly, everything clicked for him; he understood that these people must be from the Imperial Capital.
He was about to shout when Wang Chao covered his mouth with one hand, while members of the Thunder Strike Team restrained his limbs, leaving him powerless. Wang Chao said, "Don’t scream. You should understand that you are now like fish on a chopping board. You will answer my questions honestly, or I will make you wish you were dead."
"What is your number, and what mission are you executing?" As Wang Chao slowly released his grip, he asked quietly.
But the soldier attempted to shout again, prompting Wang Chao to cover his mouth once more. "Don’t test my patience. I’ll ask you again: What is your number, and what mission are you executing?" These were the simplest and least significant questions. Although Wang Chao didn’t fully grasp interrogation techniques, he knew that starting with easy questions would eventually lead to more profound revelations.
However, the soldier remained stubbornly silent. It seemed that without applying real pressure, it would be impossible to get him to talk.
Wang Chao gestured, and Wang Xiaochuan nodded before beginning to draw his dagger across the soldier's body slowly and deeply. This kind of torture made everyone else feel a chill run down their spines; they couldn’t imagine what the victim was enduring. The soldier trembled all over, and if it weren’t for Wang Chao’s strong grip on his mouth, he would have surely cried out in agony.
Wang Chao knew this wasn’t a time for mercy; showing kindness to an enemy was cruelty to oneself. If he showed leniency now, thousands would die in the Imperial Capital as a result. So despite feeling pity, Wang Chao said, "Do you know about a form of ancient torture called Lingchi? If you don’t speak, I’ll have someone slice your flesh piece by piece, and within a thousand cuts, you won’t die. Think about it; wouldn’t you rather talk?"
Wang Chao released his grip again. This time the soldier didn’t scream but endured the excruciating pain and gritted his teeth as he spoke one word at a time: "There are no cowards in Huangfu Army. If you think you can extract information from me, dream on! Lingchi? I want to see if you have the skill to cut me a thousand times without killing me. If I blink an eye, I’m yours!"
Hearing this, Wang Xiaochuan twirled his dagger and said, "Damn it! You’re tough; let’s see how long you can hold out."
Then came a swift cut into the flesh. The Ganzhou Soldier remained silent. Seeing this, Wang Xiaochuan prepared to strike again when Wang Chao grabbed his wrist and pulled him back sharply, slitting the soldier's throat instead. Everyone was puzzled by this action until Wang Chao explained: "First of all, his repeated attempts to scream indicate that there is more than one team nearby."
"Secondly, this soldier is a passionate man. For someone like him, it’s better to kill than to humiliate; otherwise, I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself either. He is a good soldier—just serving his own side. We’ve stayed here too long already. However, we did gather some intelligence: Huangfu Yan is highly likely to advance from here; otherwise, they wouldn’t have dispatched so many squads in such a short area."
"Before this!" Wang Chao saluted the already deceased Ganzhou Soldier with a serious demeanor, saying, "As soldiers of Huaxia, we must honor our fallen. As men of Huaxia, we must do the same. Brother, I’m sorry! Everyone, salute!" With that, ten members of the Thunder Strike Team saluted in unison, facing the corpse of their enemy.
"Retreat!"
The night provided the best cover for everyone as they rushed forward until dawn began to break. Only then did they stop to spread out a map. Wang Chao said, "Our most important mission is to ascertain the exact location of Huangfu Yan's Ganzhou Safe Zone. I’m sure our people inside are like ants on a hot pan, anxious and restless. We must make contact with them."
"However, right now, the Ganzhou Safe Zone is definitely on high alert. It won't be easy for us to make contact. Moreover, even if we manage to enter the Ganzhou Safe Zone, there are at least two hundred thousand people there. How can we find our own among so many?" Wang Xiaochuan pointed out sharply.
Although Wang Xiaochuan was younger than Wang Chao by a few years, he had proven himself to be sharp-minded and equally capable compared to the older team members. Wang Chao replied, "That’s the problem. Before we left, while killing that man, I searched him as well. Aside from weapons and ammunition, there was nothing else."
"This indicates that Huangfu Yan, that old fox, must have made preparations. This operation in Ganzhou is bound to be fraught with danger," Wang Chao sighed and continued, "But if the mission were easy to accomplish, we wouldn’t need the Thunder Strike Team. Let’s go; we must reach Ganzhou and locate the Ganzhou Safe Zone before nightfall to gather intelligence."
"Understood!"
Meanwhile...
"Captain! The last body is here!" A Ganzhou Soldier shouted while holding the corpse of the man killed by Wang Chao last night. "Captain, over here!" Hearing this, the captain rushed over to the Squad and finally spotted the long-missing body. The corpse bore several deep gashes, with a fatal wound on its neck.
After pondering for a moment, the captain said, "These wounds were definitely not caused by zombies. It seems our speculation from last night was correct; that bright light was man-made, not from mutated creatures." As he spoke, the captain suddenly noticed that beneath this person's hand were several blood-written characters. The strokes overlapped chaotically; they read:
Emperor, Army, →.
Just a glance was enough for the captain to understand what it meant: these words indicated that spies from the capital had already arrived, and the arrow pointed toward their destination. This was something that Wang Chao and his team had not anticipated; under the cover of night, this soldier had endured excruciating pain to write those words without making a sound.
"Go!" the captain said. "That direction, Xiao Li, you go call the other two teams back. We must encircle and eliminate this squad from the capital!"
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