single team

Chapter 15

The falcon's brig is far more terrifying than the black room of ordinary troops.

The general army will only get a small room with a length of 1 meters and a height of 5 meters. People cannot stand upright or lie down in it. After a long time, it is heart-wrenching and uncomfortable.

Falcon also has these small rooms, but there is also an iron chair inside. Soldiers who make mistakes will be tied to the iron chair and sit for more than ten hours.During this period, no food was given, only a small amount of water was given, and he had to go to the toilet to be untied.

Shao Fei was sent to the confinement room, and when the rope was wrapped around, he became one with the iron chair.

The confinement room was dark, and the only window was only the size of a child's head. The light came in from there and shone half a meter away from him.

He breathed a sigh of relief when the door locked from the outside.

The feeling of sitting on the iron chair is not bad, although it is foreseeable that you will have back pain after sitting for a long time, but compared to Luo Feng's various punishment methods, two days of confinement is nothing at all.

He twisted around, trying to make himself more comfortable.There was the sound of iron chairs shaking in the cramped space, and it soon became quiet again.

He closed his eyes, the appearance of Xiao Muting holding the teacup was smeared on the paper like an ink painting.

Xiao Muting's slender eyes showed a soft light, his slender fingers had distinct knuckles, and there was an unpredictable but inexplicably reassuring smile on the corner of his mouth.

Xiao Muting saved him.

His eyelids moved, obviously he was being punished, but the corners of his lips raised involuntarily.

Team Xiao is on my side!

The heartbeat seemed to be faster, and the blood was rushing through the body, making a sound like a rising tide.

He was a little excited, and murmured "Captain Xiao" in his mouth, but when he opened his eyes, he only saw the darkness like thick ink.

A touch of disappointment quietly brought his heartbeat back to its original track. He let out a breath, shrugged his eyebrows a little helplessly, and tightened the corners of his naturally upturned mouth. His eyes fell on the concrete floor, lost in thought for a long time.

After sitting on the iron chair for more than 2 hours, he finally felt uncomfortable.

The torso is tied to the back of the chair, the hands are tied to the armrests, and the feet are connected to the legs of the chair. Everywhere is tightly stitched, almost like a live "leather" is covered on the worn-out iron chair.

My back started to hurt, my lower back was sore and swollen, my thighs were numb, my knees seemed to be gnawed by ants, and my buttocks hurt from being knocked by an iron chair...

All attention was drawn to the uncomfortable parts, and the feeling of soreness, numbness, pain and swelling was doubled and magnified.

He twisted his body vigorously, trying to get rid of the strangeness all over his body, but with little effect, almost in vain.

The camouflage T-shirt was soon drenched with sweat, and large drops of sweat dripped from his forehead. The forearm was rubbed with rough armrests and had red marks, and blood was seen in some places.

He frowned deeply, and the sound of his heavy breathing echoed in the corner of the room. The feeling of wanting to move but being unable to move felt like an extremely itchy poison had been injected into his bone marrow. Can't scratch.

The whole afternoon passed, and he couldn't stand it anymore.

All the water in the body evaporated into sweat, without the slightest urge to urinate.

He struggled harder and harder, not only his arms, but also his neck and back were worn out.

The smell of iron spread in the air, and the pain in the flesh combined with the itching in the bones.

The sun sets, and the black night passes through the small window, casting a darkness as calm as water.

His lips were bitten white, and his throat let out dry and suppressed panting, like a wolf caught in a trap.

Xiao Muting and Ning Jue stood outside the confinement room, each with a cigarette in his hand, but neither lit it.

Ning Jue said: "Leave it to Luo Feng, but let him write a review, go to the kennel to shovel shit, and then have some kind of painless endurance punishment. You are good, you look like a calf, but you are actually more ruthless than anyone else." .”

Xiao Muting laughed, "The confinement room at the headquarters is not like this. How did I know you Falcons are so perverted."

Ning Jue squinted at him, "Don't pretend, isn't the confinement room in the headquarters like this? You have been locked up yourself, how can you not know?"

Xiao Muting made a "believe it or not" expression.

Ning Jue said again: "And what is 'Your Falcon'? Mu Ting, you have come here, and you still call it 'We Falcon'?"

Xiao Muting smiled: "It's not that you and Luo Feng asked me to come."

"If you are not allowed to come, you will continue to grind on your idle job at the headquarters?" Ning Jue also smiled: "Come on, we will not look for you again, and you will find it by yourself in a short time."

Xiao Muting narrowed his eyes, "Why do you speak more and more like Luo Feng now?"

"Really?" Ning Jue smiled, "Luo Feng is the political commissar, and I was caught by him all day long doing ideological education, so I must have been infected."

Xiao Muting smiled and shook his head, "You didn't see him in his office this morning. When I said I was going to throw the child into the confinement room, his face turned black. If it wasn't for the fact that he said to me in front of the child, I guess He will definitely slap the table and say, 'No, this is a mistake, why should I go to confinement'."

"That's what he is." Ning Jue said, "If Falcon wants to rank the guards, he must be ranked first."

"Understood." Xiao Muting said: "In fact, we are both latecomers, and he is the soul of Falcon. After the death of the previous captain, it is not easy to rely on him to survive."

"Well. The hardest days are over. We can share more burdens for him in the future. If he wants to protect the calf, let him protect him. We just need to be strict."

Xiao Muting: "Why are you so strict?"

Ning Jue smiled, "It's not as strict as you, knowing that the little plane is not really spreading rumors, and making people suffer in it."

Xiao Muting was silent for a moment, then said softly: "Children are different."

Ning Jue asked knowingly, "What's the difference?"

"Smart, highly savvy, talented, hardworking, correct mistakes when you know them." Xiao Muting's tone was soft, "But not down-to-earth, too impulsive, too curious, unable to control his mouth, and some... clingy."

He sighed, "We have to change it as soon as possible, otherwise he will suffer when he goes to a battlefield that both you and I know well."

Ning Jue seemed to want to say something, hesitated for a few seconds, but finally didn't say it.

Shao Fei heard someone talking at the door, but he couldn't hear what he said.

He felt extremely uncomfortable, his throat was dry and his eyes were on fire, his saliva smelled like blood, and when he swallowed it, it was like scraping soft flesh with a blunt knife.

The most uncomfortable thing is the body.

The back and arms were numb, the back was so sore that it was about to explode, the buttocks and thighs were numb, and there were countless small hammers "jingling" on the knees.

He clenched his back molars tightly, knowing it was useless, still shaking the iron chair in vain.

The people outside the door left, and the footsteps gradually faded away.He tilted his head in a strange posture, biting his shoulder hard.

The teeth almost touched the bones, the nerves trembled in pain, and the noisy itching was forced back.

In this way, he endured the self-harm until dawn.

In the early morning, Xiao Muting stood outside the confinement room holding a 1L beverage bottle.

There was an ear-piercing sound from the door lock, Shao Fei lifted his head feebly, his eyes were red.

The door opened, Xiao Muting bent down and got into the room, squatting on the ground half a meter away from Shao Fei.

Shao Fei's eyes turned redder, and the moisture immediately blurred the scene in front of him.

The moment he saw Xiao Muting, the pain and itching in his body all dissipated, but the grievance was like a spring tide, spreading wildly in his body.

He squeezed his whitish fists and forced himself to hold back his tears, but the wetness stained his eyelashes, and a grievance whimpered from the corner of his bloody mouth.

Xiao Muting looked at him tenderly, and asked softly: "Do you feel uncomfortable?"

He trembled all over, gritted his teeth and nodded.

Xiao Muting said again: "Do you hate me?"

His eyes flashed, and a tear fell down.

The confinement room was very quiet, only the sound of small sobs.

Xiao Muting squatted in front of him, supported his knee with one hand, and repeated the question just now, "Do you hate me?"

Shao Fei lowered his head, moved his body with difficulty, tried to move forward, his Adam's apple rolled painfully.

Xiao Muting didn't have any sense of blame in his eyes, "Do you hate me?"

hatred!

Why don't you hate it!

Shao Fei trembled violently, tears fell down, some even hit the back of Xiao Muting's hand.

He has been through many innocuous misfortunes. He was often taught by Luo Feng. He was fined to run 20 kilometers with a heavy load, to squeeze into a room with military dogs at the dog farm, to sweep toilets and carry garbage, and even to be fined. Clean up pig manure...

But he had never been locked up, and he had no idea that being locked up was so much more painful than running 20 kilometers.

Falcon's confinement room has been built for many years, and there are only a handful of people who have been imprisoned. Luo Feng is reluctant to let his team members go to the confinement room.

When he was in Luo Feng's office, he thought that Xiao Muting sent him to the confinement room to protect him, but he realized the opposite after staying up all night!

Xiao Muting did not stand with him, Xiao Muting was the one who wanted to punish him severely!

Xiao Muting turned his gaze down and landed on his trembling fingertips, "Why don't you speak?"

"Ugh..."

His chest was unbearably stuffy, and he clearly just wanted to take a deep breath, but a low moan was squeezed out of his throat.

He stared at Xiao Muting, gritted his teeth, with a ferocious expression, but he let out a grievous gasp.

"I don't hate it." His eyelashes trembled and his voice was hoarse, "Because I know...you, Captain Xiao...you are doing it for, for my own good."

All hate comes from the body, but gratitude comes from a beating heart and a clean soul.

Xiao Muting stood up, bent over to unscrew the drink bottle, and lifted Shao Fei's chin gently and carefully.

Shao Fei closed his eyes, drinking water almost greedily.

It was honey water that had been diluted very lightly, it was sweet and cold, and after one sip of it, the nerves became more active.

Xiao Muting stroked his hair, and said in a low voice: "Call me if you want to go to the bathroom later, I won't go anywhere today, I will accompany you outside."