In the direction of Everwinter City, tens of thousands of dwarf captives looked at the elf captives assigned to them, and the expressions on their faces were indescribably wonderful.
They really didn't expect that what was said in the news was true. The Tang army had captured hundreds of thousands of elven troops and was sending them back to the rear to participate in construction and repair work.
These elves were very cooperative. They took tools such as shovels and started their journey of atonement conscientiously. There was no other way. If you want to eat, you have to work. This has always been the rule in the Tang Empire.
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The same goes for the orc workers in the country. They have to work conscientiously in order to get wages, and only by performing well can they have the opportunity to be selected and transported to their paradise island.
A young elf boy was working while listening to the voice from the loudspeaker not far away. The female voice on the radio was so sweet that it made people think about it.
The female announcer said that the Tang army had once again achieved a brilliant victory. The forward troops had captured Saint-Lo, and the coalition forces were falling apart.
Although many prisoners did not believe what the Tang Dynasty broadcast said, they felt that even if the coalition forces suffered heavy losses, there would not be a large-scale collapse.
But in fact, once they saw the huge crowds of prisoners joining their team, they could only believe those bizarre-sounding stories.
"Let me ask, which army are you from?" While working, a dwarf next to him asked a very casual question. The dwarf seemed to have been working here for a while, and his movements were very skillful.
The elf soldiers who had just arrived here were a little cautious, and some were reluctant to mention their own troops. They just asked: "What are you doing?"
"Purely curious, just asking." The dwarf smiled nonchalantly, pointed at himself and said, "I am from the 4th Army and was captured during the Battle of Everwinter City."
Although he was a little embarrassed, out of politeness, the elf soldier introduced himself to his unit: "I, I am a soldier of the 2nd Army of the Yangmu Empire."
Although they have been chatting, the two of them have not stopped working. This is the basic skill of chatting. If they stop what they are doing, they will soon be punished by the soldiers of the Tang Army who are guarding them. They will be taught a lesson easily.
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When the dwarf heard this number, he looked at the elf in disbelief and continued to ask: "Second Army? Didn't you retreat to Saint Luo? Why were you caught here?"
After talking to this point, the elf actually didn't want to continue this topic anymore, but the other party had already asked about it, so he could only continue to answer helplessly: "Well, actually, we were separated, everyone was running, me and a few people
They were blocked by an armored vehicle of the Tang Army and had no choice but to surrender."
"You're very lucky. You were blocked by an armored vehicle and still survived." Although he knew that the other party didn't mean to laugh at all, he smacked his mouth and sighed with emotion.
"I... we, actually..." The young elf soldier scratched his head in embarrassment, not having the nerve to explain the situation clearly.
The few elven soldiers ran around like frightened birds for a day and a night. There were broken troops everywhere, and enemy planes roared past in the sky from time to time. They were extremely scared at that time.
In order to run faster, several people even threw away their weapons. Only one person had a shabby pistol in his hand.
It was precisely because they did not even have a decent weapon that the Tang army did not open fire, but approached them and ordered them to surrender.
These people also listened to the advice. After the other party warned them once, they raised their arms, and then they and other prisoners were sent to the rear for custody.
They surrendered very happily at that time and didn't even make any attempt to struggle. That's why he felt a little embarrassed when talking about it now.
"It's nothing. I was lucky. I was so confused in the trench that I raised my hands and surrendered with my commander. Hahahaha." The dwarf who asked the question did not look embarrassed at all, pointing to himself and introducing:
"My name is Munch."
"I, my name is Marvin." The young elf soldier also introduced himself. He didn't know why the dwarf soldier told the story of his capture with an indifferent expression, but he felt that the other party seemed a bit shameless.
Yes, this young elf soldier is the son that Aunt Shireen has been looking for. He is indeed not dead, but just captured.
What they are building is a road, a road inside the airport. This is a new military airport, and the design specifications are completely based on the Tang Air Force.
It is no longer the kind of temporary airport that was transformed from a dwarf airport. It has its own ammunition storage warehouse, an underground oil depot, supporting oil truck maintenance vehicles, and an aircraft engine repair factory under construction in the distance.
As long as this airport is built, the Tang Army will be able to deploy more bombers on the front line and conduct larger-scale bombings in depth against the coalition forces.
"Don't be too sad. In fact, it's quite good here. You don't have to worry about being killed. As long as you are willing to work, you will have good food and housing." The dwarf seemed to have noticed Marvin's worry and was minding his own business.
He spoke comfortingly.
He has been working here for almost two months. As long as he completes his work every day, he can get matching food and occasionally a can to improve his life.
To be honest, these things were much better than what he got when he was serving in the dwarf army. Before he was captured, he really couldn't believe that a country would treat prisoners of an enemy country so well.
"The food...is good?" Marvin asked in disbelief. He did have a good prison meal before being assigned here, but he really couldn't believe that it was his food standard.
The food of the elven troops is actually very average. Neither the dwarves nor the elves are willing to invest money in this aspect. They also regard their soldiers as worthless consumables.
"Isn't it? Yesterday it was soup made from beans and some vegetables, as well as bread... Let me tell you, the bread is really soft, much more delicious than the ones in our dwarf army." The dwarf senior.
He swore to show off the food here.
Marvin, who happened to have eaten that kind of soup, his eyes suddenly brightened a lot, and he asked excitedly: "I know, I know... Is that soup still available today?"
"Ahem!" The sentry who couldn't stand it anymore walked closer with his weapon on his back and pretended to cough. When no one dared to speak boldly anymore, he cleared his throat, turned around and walked back to his post.
