Late at night, the clouds were thick, the north wind was howling, and you could smell a hint of snowstorm.
Don’t be surprised, it also snows in Cape Town. Although it is located in Africa, Cape Town is located in the temperate zone and has a standard Mediterranean climate. Snowing in winter is normal.
The refugee camp is completely silent on winter nights. After a day of hard work, the women have fallen asleep. The weather has turned cold recently, but the women are still working hard. The grapes in winter can be used to make ice wine and ordinary wine.
Compared with ice wine, ice wine tastes mellower, fresher and more delicious, and has higher value. The liquid of ice white wine is transparent and golden yellow, and is known as "liquid gold".
There are also police patrols in the refugee camps at night. Since Rock took over the refugee camp, all this work has been done by Indian police. Although the Indian police complained about this, Rock did not change his mind. If it were not for the need for someone to work the night shift,
, Rock was happy to pack up all the Indian police officers and send them to Robben Island.
What left Rock speechless was that even on the night shift, many Indian police officers were still unqualified. Many of them were very good at being lazy, sleeping on duty, and even patrolling was perfunctory. After passing Anton's night several times,
After the surprise inspection, the situation finally improved. Those lazy Indian police officers were all sent back to Cape Town by Rock and then sent to Robben Island.
According to Roque's requirements, police officers on the night shift must patrol at least once every half an hour. Each time, two people are paired up. If victims ask for help, they must provide timely help without shirk. If there is a sudden violent incident, they must promptly warn.
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Of course, so far, no violent incidents have occurred in the refugee camps. They are only women and children, and they are not capable of using violence.
At three o'clock, when the body's biological clock is most tired, vigilance is also at its lowest.
As usual, two Indian policemen left the duty room together and patrolled the refugee camp.
"Damn the weather, damn the inspector." An Indian policeman looked up at the dark cloudy night sky, shrank his neck, raised his collar to block the cold wind, and muttered in a low voice.
"Keep your voice down, Singh. If the inspector hears you, it'll be over. I don't want to be involved." Another policeman warned in a low voice that it would be unwise to offend the inspector.
"Come on Rai, the inspector is sleeping with his British lover in his arms right now" Singh chuckled softly, full of obscenity.
"Haha" Rai's laughter was also full of obscenity and a bit of envy.
As usual, the world is peaceful.
When Singh and Rai patrolled to the quarantine area, someone greeted Singh and Rai softly.
"Officer, there is a dead man here, can we carry him out and bury him?" Following the voice, there was also a gold coin thrown at Singh's feet.
gold!
Golden gold coins!
Singh and Rai were instantly refreshed. There were several sounds of gold coins hitting each other in the howling cold wind, and Singh and Rai's breathing immediately became rapid.
"No, no movement is allowed after nightfall. If you want to bury him, you have to wait until dawn." Rai has not forgotten the rules of the refugee camp. Compared with the gold coins, Rai is more frightened by the inspector's selflessness.
"Officer, please help us get some food, just a little. We haven't eaten for a day." Because of the noise in the morning, Rock stopped the food supply in the isolation area today, and all the prisoners of war did not eat.
anything.
This requirement can be met. According to Roque's regulations, if a victim in distress asks for help, help must be provided promptly without shirk.
"What do you want?" Singer still had some sense. If the prisoners of war asked for too much, Singer would not dare to make any mistakes.
"Just a little bread, whatever." The prisoner's request was low, and two more gold coins were thrown over.
A gold coin is one pound, and a one-pound loaf of bread costs only 1.5 pence. For two pounds, you can buy 320 pounds of bread.
It was a very simple arithmetic problem. Singer picked up the gold coins on the ground, one each for Rai and him. They looked at each other and smiled, then turned and went to the kitchen to get a pile of bread.
It's definitely not as much as 320 pounds. 320 pounds is about 145 kilograms. Rai and Singer can't carry that much. The famous NBA star O'Neal only weighs 320 pounds. He is a big guy with a height of 2.16 meters.
"Thank you, thank you, officer" the prisoner's voice was full of surprise.
"Take it, don't cause trouble for me." Singer did not open the door of the isolation area, but kept the bread beside the barbed wire.
"Thank you." The prisoner of war couldn't stop thanking him, and stretched out a hand to Singer, with two more gold coins in his hand.
It was so easy to make money. Singer was not prepared at all. As soon as his fingers touched the gold coin, he was grabbed by the prisoner of war.
"You." As soon as Singer said the word, someone covered his mouth.
Singer panicked and struggled hard, watching helplessly as a sharp dagger was inserted into his chest.
It's Singer's own sword!
Wearing a sword is also a Sikh tradition.
After a period of violent breathing and struggling, everything calmed down.
In the darkness, several vague figures slowly emerged from under the barbed wire fence. I don’t know when it happened. The prisoners of war dug a hole out from under the barbed wire fence in the isolation area. Outside the hole was the endless vineyard. As long as those who escaped from the watchtower could
In the surveillance area, there is a vast sea and sky outside.
The prisoners of war were also organized. The escaped prisoners of war did not rush to escape, but turned around to help others.
More and more prisoners of war were getting out of the barbed wire fence. The prisoners were about to disperse in a hurry when suddenly angry shouts came from the watchtower.
"Who's there?!"
This was immediately followed by the sound of fierce gunshots.
Not the sound of Lee Enfield's rifle, but the roar of the Maxim heavy machine gun.
At least four Maxim heavy machine guns were distributed in a semicircle outside the barbed wire fence in the isolation area. In the darkness, the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine guns was more than half a meter long.
"Go back quickly, this is a trap, it's a trap." Some people's eyes were splitting.
"Rush, rush out" Some people want to kill the fish and break the net.
"God, save me" someone was wailing in despair.
It's useless. Any resistance, prayer, or retreat is useless. The quarantine area is in a corner of the refugee camp. There is no shelter around it. The heavy machine gunners who have been frozen in the cold wind for half the night have no mercy. They don't care about the prisoners of war.
Without retreating to the isolation area, every time someone is knocked down, it represents a military merit.
For those "cowards" who were sent to Stellenbosch to reflect, this military honor was very precious.
Yes, with the help of bright muzzle flash, we can clearly see that the people operating those heavy machine guns are gritting their teeth and looking ferocious. The finger that pulls the trigger seems to be frozen, and they will never let go. They are wearing the uniforms of expeditionary force soldiers.
