When the train stopped again, as the cabin door opened, the bright sunshine also penetrated into the stuffy compartment where the atmosphere was still tense.
"get off!"
On the platform, neatly lined up volunteers issued commands in different languages at the doors of each carriage.
When Wei Ran walked out of the carriage and saw the prisoners of war coming out of the front and rear carriages, a trace of gloating smile appeared on his face.
These prisoners of war are truly diverse and diverse, speaking English, French, white-skinned, black-skinned, and even many brown-skinned Asians.
"Did you save enough money to bring a car together?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, then lined up obediently to hand over his lunch box and cutlery, and boarded a truck under the escort of the volunteer soldiers.
When he jumped out of the bed of the truck again, there were already long lines of prisoners of war not far away. Under the instructions of the surrounding volunteer soldiers, everyone lined up in an orderly manner.
Being bored waiting around, Wei Ran simply raised his camera and took a photo of the prisoners of war in line. Before he put down the camera, Jack asked worriedly, "Victor, will someone confiscate our things later?"
"
Glancing at the bulging knee of the opponent's uninjured leg, Wei Ran slowly put the camera into his pocket, "Don't worry, no one will steal your things."
Hearing this, Jack looked at Wei Ran with more confusion, "Victor, have you been captured before? Why do I feel that you are very familiar with this place?"
Wei Ran smiled but did not explain. Although the experience on the train yesterday finally made him and Jack stand on the opposite side of Morgan and others, it is undeniable that it also made the relationship between Jack and Wei Ran harmonious.
A lot.
After a short wait, Wei Ran and Jack carefully registered various information, including the bugle, under the questioning of a young soldier who could speak English. Then, under the guidance of the volunteer soldiers, the two walked one after another.
We entered a brick square next to the air raid shelter.
This dormitory is not too big. In addition to a common earthen bed in northern China, there are also two wooden tables placed against the wall. However, when Wei Ran saw the people inside, he once again
stunned.
There were only two people in this dormitory, and one of them happened to be the American soldier named Drew who was captured with Liu Yijiao. Wei Ran especially remembered that this guy seemed to have slept with the wife of an American pilot.
The second person was the American military doctor who refused to help Xia Chuan, the bugler, when he was injured. Wei Ran remembered that his name seemed to be...Clauer?
That seems to be the name...
Wei Ran glanced at the other person uncertainly, only to find that the military doctor who had promised to provide medical services to white people was extremely enthusiastic, and even took the initiative to ask about their injuries.
Not only that, even the scumbag named Drew was the same. Even before Wei Ran and Jack sat down, he had already brought hot water from the enamel washbasin and warmly greeted them to wash their hands.
Then he took off the medical box hanging on the wall and handed it to Dr. Krall.
Glancing at the military doctor Krall who was about to check his head injury, Wei Ran opened his mouth but finally chose to remain silent. He didn't know how long the two of them had lived in this prisoner of war camp, but he felt that such a change had occurred.
It doesn't seem to be a surprise.
"I am Klauer"
The military doctor who was helping Wei Ran examine his injuries introduced himself as he untied the gauze, "I am also one of several doctors in this prisoner of war camp. Welcome you two."
"I'm Drew, I used to be an auto soldier," another scumbag in the room introduced himself enthusiastically, "Welcome to you."
"I'm Victor." Wei Ran pointed to the stunned companion next to him with his mouth open, "He is Jack, and we are all engineers."
Before the scumbag Drew or the military doctor Krall could respond, the door of the dormitory was knocked again. After Drew responded, a volunteer soldier sent two more prisoners in.
"welcome"
Claure, the military doctor who was re-bandaging Wei Ran's wounds, greeted him warmly, and then noticed that Wei Ran, Jack, and the other two new prisoners had strange expressions on their faces.
"What's wrong?" Drew asked confused, "Do you know each other?"
"Of course, of course we know each other."
Wei Ran turned his head and looked at Brendan and Morgan who were blocking the door, and finally put all the previous experiences together in his heart. No wonder there is a requirement for military rank this time, which is equivalent to changing the prisoners in this room from being captured to being captured.
I experienced all my experiences after being captured!
Watching the volunteer soldier leave with a smile and a salute, Drew greeted Morgan and Brendan with the same enthusiasm and sat them down on the extraordinarily warm earthen kang, and then made another introduction.
.
"No one is coming, right?"
While Krall was speaking, he had already untied the wound on Jack's leg, "Our kang is only so big."
"I guess not anymore."
As he spoke, Drew opened the thick cotton curtain and looked outside. Then he closed the wooden door, picked up the enameled iron kettle and poured a cup of hot water for everyone and said, "Now let me introduce the rules here.
Bar."
"Allow me to interrupt."
Morgan didn't wait for Drew to finish the rest of his words before he said, "Before that, should we throw these two niggas out?"
"Morgan, this is not America."
Drew said with a smile, "Everyone is equal here, whether black or white. Since you were sent here, you should abide by the rules here."
"What is your military rank?" Morgan asked proudly.
"Bang!"
What he responded to was Drew's fist hitting his face. The scumbag who once slept with the pilot's wife said with a smile, "My fist is my military rank. Although those instructors never advocate the use of violence, but
I still think fists are more effective in convincing an idiot like you."
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Morgan wiped the blood gushing from his nostrils, greeted his companions, and waved his fist at Drew.
"Bang!"
Wei Ran, who was watching the excitement, unexpectedly raised his fist and punched Morgan hard on the stomach, and at the same time stretched out his leg to trip Brendan.
"well done!"
While Drew was speaking, he punched Morgan in the stomach, then put Brendon down to the ground who lost his balance, and sat directly on his back.
A moment later, Morgan, who had been punched twice, fell to the ground with his hands covering his stomach, his face red with pain.
"Can you tell me the rules here now?" Drew asked, patting Morgan's face.
"You'd better listen carefully."
Claure, who was helping Jack check his front teeth, reminded him, "He is not a good person. This bastard was a referee in an underground boxing ring before joining the army. Even without the help of others, you two can't beat him."
"Is the rule here that whoever has the bigger fist listens?" Morgan asked, leaning against the edge of the kang to catch his breath.
"No, no, no, that's why you need to listen carefully to what I have to say."
While Drew was speaking, he took out a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes from Morgan's pocket. After lighting one, he handed the cigarette and lighter to Wei Ran not far away, and then slowly
Said, "This prisoner of war camp is different from our camp, or it is different from all prisoner of war camps in the world. First of all, don't conflict with those Chinese soldiers, don't try to provoke them."
"They're going to shoot, right?" Jack, who was letting Crower check his mouth, asked in a panic.
"Are you an idiot? Do you even need to ask?" Morgan gasped and asked.
“Quite the opposite”
Drew stuffed the cigarettes Weiran handed back into Morgan's pocket, "They are protecting us. In addition to Americans, Canadians, Australians and British, there are many others in this prisoner of war camp."
As far as I know, prisoners of war from at least 13 countries are concentrated here. Not to mention others, there are more than 100 of those disgusting rabbit riders.
But correspondingly, there are very few Chinese soldiers responsible for managing us. I guess there may not even be two hundred."
"So we can escape?" Jack asked happily.
"Don't move"
Claure reminded, "Although I am indeed qualified to work as a dentist and I have the corresponding tools, if you move around again, you might eat your broken tooth."
Hearing this, Jack immediately grew his mouth and stopped moving. But it was obvious that his thoughts just now moved even Morgan and Brendan. "I just observed that not only are there no walls or electric grids around here, there seems to be even sentry towers and trenches.
None. Maybe we really..."
“You can try it”
Drew said sarcastically, "I can even tell you that there is only one battalion of troops around here, and unless someone makes trouble, they will not easily enter the prisoner of war camp. As long as you are willing, as long as you avoid the main intersections
You can completely bypass them."
"Mr. Drew, could you please sit up first?"
Brendon, who was still suppressed, said, "I think I've calmed down enough, and I'm more curious about why you didn't run away."
"It seems you are a smart man"
As Drew spoke, he stood up happily and took the initiative to pull up Brendan, who he had just used as a stool.
After everyone found their positions, Drew continued, "We can indeed escape at any time, but this place is located in a place called Changcheng, which is only separated by a big river from China."
After deliberately pausing for a moment, Drew continued, "In other words, this prisoner-of-war camp is surrounded by recruits. They expect us to escape more than we do, so that they have a reason to kill us. Even the prisoners of war
The main task of the Chinese soldiers outside the camp was not to prevent us from escaping, but to prevent us from being killed by the Zhaoxian people around us.
On the other hand, this place is too far away from our territory. Even if you can run out, it is impossible to get back safely through the defense lines of both sides, and you might be killed by the guerrillas on the way."
"There are more important reasons"
Claure took up the topic and said, "There is no need to fight here. You can write letters to your family at any time, and you can learn a lot if you want. Even if you don't want to learn, you can sing, dance and play basketball every day. And there is food.
It’s also very good. It’s much more comfortable than fighting on the front line. I even learned to make Chinese bread.”
Seeing the dull and unbelievable expressions on the faces of the three people except Wei Ran, Drew pointed to the top of his head again, "Of course, our biggest threat actually comes from the bombs dropped by our own bombers."
"Isn't this a prisoner of war camp?" Morgan asked with his eyes widened, "How could our bombers..."
"How is it impossible?"
Krall snorted coldly, "Not only bombs, our bombers have even dropped bacterial bombs and incendiary bombs, and even chemical agents, even if we have made clear enough signs of the prisoner of war camp in the open space outside.
The main casualties in this prisoner of war camp are basically related to the bombs dropped by our bombers."
"This...this is impossible!" Morgan said dully.
“Nothing is impossible”
Drew took a long puff of cigarette and said in a puff of smoke, "A few months ago, there was an idiot who didn't believe in the facts like you. He pinched an ant from the ground and threw it into his mouth, trying to prove that we
Lying."
"Then what?" Brendan asked.
"Then he almost pooped his intestines out"
Claure said while busy fixing Jack's teeth, "If it weren't for those Chinese military doctors, he would have died long ago. But even if he survived, he would have lost more than ten pounds. I can take you to talk to him when I have time.
Chat. God is my witness, that idiot is still trembling when he walks, as if he is dancing."
"so"
Drew pointed to the door, "If you hear the sound of bombers, remember to run to the air raid shelter immediately. Let's talk about the second rule."
Seeing the three Morgans looking at him, Drew flicked the cigarette butt away and said, "This prisoner of war camp implements self-management. As long as there is no trouble, the Chinese will not interfere easily. Correspondingly, we also have a lot of work to do. It is winter now."
, the most important thing is to go out to chop wood once a week, which is directly related to whether we will freeze to death."
"We still need to chop wood?" Morgan was stunned.
"Of course, you don't have to do it."
Drew said with a smile, "As long as you can beat me. Otherwise, as soon as I feel cold and there is no firewood to burn, I will stuff you into the Chinese fireplace.
An additional reminder, you are lucky to be placed in this dormitory. Because of the relationship between Mr. Claure and me, only the wounded and the thorny can live here, so you two had better be more honest."
"Drew, there is one more important thing." Krall reminded.
"Yes, and the most important thing is."
Drew lowered his voice slightly, "The origins of the prisoners in this prisoner of war camp are too complicated, so regardless of black or white, all Americans must stick together.
Secondly, the Rabbit Riders and the British are the least worthy of trust. Especially the Rabbit Riders, they once made a lot of American money by selling dog hemp."
"Is there still Inuma here?! Is this paradise?!" Morgan immediately became interested, and even Jack couldn't help but turn his big eyes to look at Drew.
"You guys came a little late"
Drew spread his hands and said, "The Chinese strictly prohibit prisoners of war from smoking canine. Those rabbit riders who sell canine are also punished. I just remind you not to get too close to the rabbit riders."
"Where are the British?" Brendan asked.
"Their mouths are like Truman's asshole, you never know what will come out of it." Crower said on the side, "If you don't want to be framed, it's best not to believe a word the British say."
"That's it"
Drew said and pointed to a form posted on the wall, "In addition, in addition to going out to chop wood once a week, we are also responsible for the sanitation of the camp and helping in the kitchen.
Of course, it’s not all work. Most of the time, we can read, play guitar, sing, play ball, or write letters home, even if you don’t do anything but bask in the sun.”
"Drew...Drew"
Jack took advantage of Crowl's time to fix the broken tooth with a silver plate and asked, "Here... is there really no discrimination against black people?"
“Except for the new arrivals”
Drew smiled and said, "I can guarantee that you will definitely feel freer here than in the United States."
"God, I thought only in heaven would no one discriminate against black people." Jack couldn't help but sigh.
"But niggas can't go to heaven," Morgan couldn't help but mock.
"Niggas really can't go to heaven."
Wei Ran, who had been silent, pressed the shutter to take a picture of the white military doctor Claure and the black prisoner Jack, and joked, "But you will definitely go to hell. There are enough niggers waiting for you there."
Before Morgan could open his mouth to say anything, the door was knocked again, and Drew immediately stood up and replied with a slightly off-key "Please come in" in blunt Chinese.
As the door opened, a woman said in proficient English, "Students Victor, Jack, Morgan and Brendan are here to collect their personal belongings."
"Go get your things quickly," Drew urged with a smile.
"What did she call us just now?" Brendan asked in confusion, "Students?"
"You heard that right"
Drew said as he walked out, "All the prisoners here are students. You can even call the beautiful lady outside teacher. She is our translator and the most respected person in our dormitory, so you better be polite."
a little."
"This scumbag has changed too much..." Wei Ran muttered to himself and followed Drew out of the warm dormitory.
It was only then that he saw clearly that the person who had just shouted was a young female warrior. He could tell from her gentle accent when chatting with the four warriors around her that she was probably a southern girl.
Behind these five unarmed volunteer soldiers was a cart pulled by donkeys, with a straw mat spread on it and quilts and other items placed on the straw mat.
"Teacher Zhang, I'll take Jack's personal belongings for him." Drew first saluted an American military salute and then said, "Mr. Claure is getting his teeth fixed."
"Then I'll trouble you."
The young female soldier surnamed Zhang showed a gentle smile, and after Wei Ran and the other three lined up beside Drew, she directed the four surrounding volunteer soldiers to start distributing supplies.
After all these things were handed out, Wei Ran and others had to carry them to the dormitory again and again. From the largest bedding and blankets, each of them also had a 50-style military coat, but it was really gray.
A cotton coat made of blue fabric, a set of cotton clothes and trousers made of blue fabric, a cotton hat, large cotton shoes with rubber soles and thick gloves.
Just these things, in the previous scenes, many volunteer soldiers could not wear them. But it was not over yet. When they came out for the third time, the young female soldier directed the surrounding companions to distribute them to them.
Provide daily necessities such as towels, toothbrushes, toothpaste, soap and socks.
And these things, without exception, were all brand new. Even after seeing the gauze wrapped on Wei Ran's head, the female warrior took off the milky white knitted scarf around her neck without even thinking, and stood on tiptoes to help.
The sanitary cigarette was tied around the neck.
After checking the things distributed at the end, the female warrior did not forget to remind her, "Student Drew, you are responsible for taking good care of them, especially remember not to bully them and to reason with them."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Drew patted his chest, "I will definitely reason with them!"
After seeing off the female soldier and the four volunteer soldiers, Morgan rubbed his cheek and complained, "You use your fists to reason, right?"
"Do you have any objections?" Drew shook his fist and asked. Judging from his posture, he was very similar to the prison bully.
After greeting the three people back to the dormitory, Drew assigned everyone their positions on the earthen kang. What surprised Wei Ran was that he actually gave the position at the head of the kang to Jack, who was the most seriously injured, followed by Wei Ran.
Burned, followed by Crowler, followed by Morgan and Brendan, and he himself slept at the relatively coldest end.
Is this still the same scumbag who boasted about sleeping with the pilot’s wife?
Wei Ran looked at Drew, who was like a saint, and couldn't help but ask, "Drew, how long have you been in the prisoner of war camp?"
"About a year and a half," Druhun replied nonchalantly.
"No wonder..."
Wei Ran murmured to himself, and at the same time he became more and more curious about what the scumbag Drew had experienced in the past year or so, and how he could have such a big change.
"Mr. Krall, what about you?" Morgan asked curiously, "How long have you been captured?"
"I was sent here around this time last year," Crowler said as he was busy fixing Jack's teeth. "After I was captured, I was detained in a temporary prisoner of war camp on the front line until about Christmas before I was sent here."
"We were also stranded on the front line for a long time. The Chinese were prepared to send Brendan and I to the rear many times. The two of us even escaped twice." Morgan looked at the pile of things that belonged to him and shook himself mockingly.
Shaking his head, he changed the subject and asked, "You must know about that prisoner of war training camp, right?"
"That prisoner of war training camp in California?" Claure asked as he was busy. "I remember that I had to pay a fee of $450 to train there."
“That’s it”
Morgan sighed, lit a cigarette and said, "Before I joined the army, I sold my Ford car and went there to receive complete training. I learned how to resist physical and mental torture and how to escape after being captured. In
When I was captured, I did keep all the secrets. Of course, this has a lot to do with the fact that my captors did not torture me."
Brendon couldn't help but said, "I wanted to participate at that time, but I couldn't raise the $450 fee."
"You should be glad you didn't go"
Morgan smiled mockingly, "I'm starting to believe what Drew just said. To be honest, the things I learned in that prisoner of war training camp made me think that I would definitely be tortured to death after being captured.
No role, but really, if I had known life here was so...so..."
"Peaceful" Drew helped pick an appropriate adjective.
"Yes, peace"
Morgan grinned, "If I had known that life here was so peaceful, I wouldn't have had to waste so much time, and I would have saved $450."
