In the playground crowded with prisoners, the happy life in the Soviet collective farm was still shown on the curtain in the form of a movie. But not far away, at the door of the infirmary, it was a different scene.
To Weiran's expectation, after Morgan and Brendan came out after treatment, the volunteer soldiers who sent them didn't say much. They just asked Drew and Claure to take them back and quickly put on their clothes.
Just to avoid being frozen.
But even so, the fear on Morgan and Brendan's faces did not disappear. They shivered all the way, and their faces were full of panic.
"Hey, what happened to you two?" Claure couldn't help but ask.
"devil"
Morgan trembled and gave an obviously exaggerated explanation, "A group of devils! They almost ate us!"
"Let's go back to the dormitory first." As Drew spoke, he took one of Morgan's arms and walked towards the dormitory faster.
However, when he opened the cotton curtain of the dormitory, he immediately frowned, and Claure who followed closely behind also sniffed, "Inuma?"
"Would you like one?"
The black man Jack, who was still lying on the bed, took out the small iron box and showed off while talking, "I bought a lot."
"Where did you buy it?" Drew asked with a smile.
"Rabbits ride on people, didn't you tell me?" As Jack spoke, he had already opened the iron box in his hand and took out a few cigarettes rolled out of newspapers as if to show off.
"Nigger, give me one!" As Morgan spoke, he and Brendan had already stretched out their hands towards Jack in no particular order.
However, before the two young men could touch the cigarettes, the box in Jack's hand and a few cigarettes in the other hand were snatched away by Drew and Crower in no particular order.
"Bang!"
Before Jack could open his mouth, Drew punched him in the stomach, then covered his mouth and stuffed the few cigarettes in his hand into his mouth.
Looking at Klauer again, he had already thrown the iron box he grabbed into the stove where some embers were still burning.
"Woo! Woo!" Jack, whose mouth was covered, struggled hard, but soon, Claure, who turned off the light, punched him in the ribs and stomach.
This two-on-one ideological education lasted for nearly ten minutes, until Jack retched and vomited out all the tobacco and dinner that he had forced into his mouth, and the two of them stopped one after another.
Drew grabbed Jack's collar by the back of his neck and pressed him onto the smelly vomit. While pressing the former's head back and forth and rubbing it against the vomit, Drew warned in a low voice, "Jack, if I find out that you are infected with dogs again,
Ma, next time I put red-hot charcoal in your mouth, do you understand me?"
"Listen... listen clearly! Let go... let me go!" Jack wailed and made a promise, "I won't touch... touch the dog again, I promise, I won't touch it again.
Touched."
After giving Jack a hard slap on the back of the head, Drew let go of his hand and rested on the former's belly gently but not too hard.
Ignoring Jack and Drew who were in so much pain that they couldn't stand up at all, they waited for Crowl to turn on the lights and stared at Morgan and Brendan who looked frightened and mixed with some gloating expressions and asked, "Now let's talk about your problems, starting with your escape."
Brendon swallowed subconsciously, and then pointed to his tightly covered cheeks.
"Tell me what you want." Drew looked at Morgan who subconsciously took a step back.
"We want to leave here, we want to go back..."
"How did you escape?" Claure asked.
"Yes Yes..."
Morgan hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "After dinner, an Englishman told us which direction was safer to escape to. Later, when the plane came, we took advantage of the chaos and escaped."
"British? Which British?" Drew frowned and asked.
"I do not recognize"
Morgan explained slightly panicked, "He just asked me to borrow a cigarette, and then took the initiative to tell me which direction would be safer if I wanted to run. I didn't even see what he looked like, but his I remember the British accent very clearly."
"Keep talking," Drew said expressionlessly.
"later..."
Morgan swallowed, "Then the plane came and we took advantage of the chaos and ran out. As the British said, there was no defense at all in that direction."
"What's the matter with your injuries? Where are your things?" Wei Ran couldn't help but asked curiously.
"Later we passed a small village and found a bicycle."
Morgan grimaced and explained in a horrified tone, "Brenden wanted to steal the bicycle, but he didn't expect that there was a dog tied next to the firewood pile not far from the car, and then we were killed by people from that small village. Found.
They chased us for at least a mile, then stole all our stuff like bandits. After they tied Brendan and I to a tree, a woman stabbed Brendan in the face with scissors. "
Glancing at Brendan who was making the sign of the cross on his chest, Wei Ran asked with a suppressed smile, "How did you survive?"
"You lowly nigger, are you laughing at me?" Morgan asked dissatisfied.
Wei Ran spread his hands and nodded as if provoking, "Yes, I'm just laughing at you."
Seeing that Morgan was about to take action, Drew raised his fist and waved it again with a helpless expression. It wasn't until Morgan subconsciously took a step back that he asked, "How did you survive?"
Morgan replied angrily, "I was rescued by a few Chinese soldiers."
"I remember I told you clearly not to believe the lies of the British." Drew sighed helplessly, "There are thousands of prisoners here. If they can really escape, why don't those British people escape?"
Hearing this, Morgan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Drew, don't you think that encouraging the two of them to escape seems to be aimed at you?" Claure said suddenly.
"Aimed at me?" Drew was stunned, then nodded, "Maybe it's really possible."
"Can you tell me more about it?" Wei Ran, who had been watching the excitement, asked.
Drew glanced at Wei Ran, then at Jack, who was lying on the ground groaning in pain with vomit on his face, as well as Morgan and Brendan, who had injuries on their faces. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "
Jack, go and wash your face, Morgan, you two go and put on your clothes first."
Hearing this, Jack, who was still on the ground holding his stomach and groaning, immediately got up and walked to the basin shelf not far away. Morgan and Brendan, the two idiots, also quickly put aside the blankets they were wearing, grinning.
Enduring the pain on their bodies, they put on the prisoner-of-war cotton-padded clothes that they had been unwilling to wear before.
When the three idiots who had been punished sat down again, Drew said, "Some friends and I had some conflicts with the British before."
"So we are the victims?" Morgan asked in a bad tone.
"So," Drew spread his hands, "but I've warned you not to believe their lies."
"I want to know the specific reason," Brendan said with difficulty.
"About a month ago, when our plane came to harass us, the British deliberately tripped a pilot friend of mine."
Drew explained in a calm tone, "He was eventually killed by an aerial bomb dropped by our bomber. Also killed were two Chinese soldiers who were preparing to rescue him."
"Why not find Chinese people?" Jack said cautiously, "Didn't you say they are fair?"
"Chinese people are indeed fair, but they are too fair, even if they are as sad as me."
Drew sighed, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, lit one and said, "I don't have any evidence to prove this. I didn't even see it myself. What I just said,
Even the British guys said it to me on the basketball court."
"Drew, why did they target you?" Wei Ran asked, "I mean, why did they deliberately do this kind of thing with you, and why did they deliberately disclose this matter to you?"
"At the beginning, when our planes came to harass them, they killed several British guys with aircraft cannons, including a major among them."
Claure explained helpfully, "After that incident, those stubborn British guys began to target American pilots. It happened that many pilots were friends of Drew, and it happened that Drew's fists were very reasonable."
"Have you seen Jim?" Drew continued, "He is also a pilot, and even more of a victim. Those British guys would even secretly hide dog paralysis on his body, and then go to the Chinese to report him."
"I believe those British guys can do this kind of thing"
Jack said firmly, "When I was in the engineer company, the British next door to us often sow discord between us and the white people. If our idiot battalion commander hadn't believed their lies, we would be able to mix and enjoy the white people together.
Same treatment."
"Drew, how about we teach those British guys a lesson?"
Morgan gritted his teeth and suggested, "When I joined the army, my parents gave me their wedding rings as lucky charms, but the two rings just now were snatched away by people in that village. I have to get them from the UK."
It’s better to find something in the person.”
"And my watch," Brendan said with difficulty, "that was a wedding gift my wife bought me."
Claure was stunned for a moment, looked at each other and asked Drew, "Are those things important to you?"
"I guess at least those two rings are important."
Jack, who had just been beaten violently, but seemed to be fine at this moment, took over and said, "I won those two rings at the gambling table on the train. If it hadn't been for Victor at that time, Morgan might have
Will eat me."
"He also lost the sunglasses to Jack," Wei Ran pointed at the toad glasses hanging on his collar and joked with a smile.
Morgan grinned awkwardly, "I thought I could beat you."
"Although I'm illiterate," Jack paused and continued proudly, "before I joined the army, I often made money playing cards in bars to fill my stomach."
"Now is not the time to discuss your poker skills."
Drew said in a puff of smoke, "I don't want to conflict with them anymore. I don't want to be put in solitary confinement. The feeling is worse than being tortured."
Seeing the nonchalant expressions of Morgan and others, Crowler reminded angrily, "Drew definitely has the right to speak in this regard. He is almost the person with the most experience in solitary confinement in the entire camp."
"It seems that you have been tamed by the Chinese," Morgan couldn't help but mock.
"It has nothing to do with taming"
Drew rarely used his fists this time, "Following their rules can make my life more comfortable, so why not? If you don't believe it, wait until you try to stay alone in the same room for seven days and are not allowed to come out."
You know how painful it is when there is no one to talk to you, or even a newspaper."
"This bastard was locked up twice in a month, each time for seven days." Claure continued to reveal Drew's shortcomings.
"In short, if you want to live a more comfortable life, you'd better not cause trouble for yourself, let alone for me."
Drew reminded seriously, "This dormitory and the dormitory next door are all under my control except for Mr. Claure. In other words, I will be responsible for any trouble you cause."
Although I can't shut you up, I can at least talk to you with my fists after turning off the lights."
After a short pause, Drew softened his tone and said, "Tomorrow I will ask the Chinese teachers in the camp to see if I can get your rings and watches back. Of course, if you can come up with similar things to exchange them,
, maybe the possibility is higher.”
Hearing this, Morgan and Brendan looked at each other, and then showed helpless expressions on their faces. Even if they failed to escape in a hurry, the only thing they had on them was a pair of shorts.
But obviously, the possibility of exchanging shorts for rings and watches is not much higher than their successful escape.
"Morgan, your watch." Jack suddenly took off the watch he won on the train from his wrist and gave it to Morgan.
Seeing Morgan looking at him in surprise, Jack took off the second watch from the wrist of the same hand as usual and handed it to Brendan, "Don't get me wrong, I don't expect to be friends with you. But.
These two watches are not important to me. If you can use them to exchange for the lost items, just remember to pay for them in the future. I was planning to sell them."
Morgan and Brendan hesitated for a moment, and finally, like two mosquitoes, a simple "thank you" popped out of their mouths.
"This old black guy is quite smart..."
Wei Ran muttered secretly. He could see that there might be kindness and sympathy in Jack's generous act, but more importantly, it was for him to live more comfortably in the days to come.
After all, there are only a few people in this dormitory, and even if Wei Ran is ignored, it would be equivalent to him living with four white people day and night.
To use an old Chinese saying, his move was completely intended to use this moment as a timely help, so that when he ran into trouble in the future, at least these white men would not make trouble for him.
