On the bank of Zuoxi River, at the foot of Longtou Mountain, is the Tang Army prisoner-of-war camp.
With a whistle, the guarding officers and soldiers announced the end of their work and were preparing to serve food. Huang Cheng put down the tools in his hands and was finally able to take a breath.
It is not easy to be a prisoner of war, even if he is the son of the Sino-Vietnamese King Huang Gan and the Thirteenth Son of the Huang family, but here, there is no Si Tongzhou governor or the Sino-Vietnamese former military commander. All he has is a prisoner of war number.
Prisoner of War B1.
There is a bamboo sign hanging around his neck, with the name Prisoner of War Yiyi written on it in calligraphy. This is his identity here. He must carry it with him and display it on his chest, otherwise the guards will find out that he is not wearing it, and the consequences will be serious.
Huang Cheng felt very tired, his legs felt like lead, and his arms were also very sore. Although he was a thirty-year-old vigorous young man and a fierce martial arts practitioner, doing hard work was not the same as practicing martial arts. Same.
There was no rest at all. If he hadn't just been a prisoner for a long time and had even eaten more than two kilograms of beef earlier, he would definitely not be able to withstand it.
He just wanted to jump into the Zuojiang River and have a good swim, then change into dry clothes, eat a few kilograms of braised beef, and have two bowls of wine.
Of course, it would also be great if you can have some screw rice noodles. Add more bamboo shoots and more snails to make it sour and appetizing.
"Those who are injured should come over here to change their dressings and line up." A hospital soldier wearing a white cloth coat with a medicine gourd and silver needle mark on it shouted to them.
Huang Cheng took a look at his wounds. The wounds that the Tang Prime Minister personally treated for him had not worsened.
He went out with some wounded soldiers, then followed the medical soldier to a tent, and lined up to change their dressings. The medical soldiers in the tent were lukewarm to them, with indifferent expressions, but they were also very patient and treated them one by one. The wounds were healed, the dressings were changed where necessary, and precautions were also given. In fear that they might not understand something, they even specially arranged for a native interpreter who understood the Xiyuan dialect.
After replacing the medicine, food started to be put there.
Dinner was relatively simple, porridge with some pickles, and then a bowl of water-like soup. But for Huang Cheng, it was still very surprising.
Prime Minister Wu and Hou Junji are indeed two completely different people.
If you fall into the hands of Hou Junji, you will either have your head cut off to claim credit, or you will be sold directly to the market for trading. While waiting for disposal in the prisoner of war camp, you will never be treated like a human being, and no one will give you anything. Medical treatment cannot even guarantee one meal a day.
When Huang Cheng was knocked down from his horse, he once thought about committing suicide, but when he was captured later, he couldn't commit suicide, so he thought about killing or beheading him.
Unexpectedly, Wu Huaiyu could treat him to wine and meat.
Although he still returned to the prisoner of war camp and worked as a coolie, his basic treatment was good.
After a day of hard work, Huang Chengye was indeed tired and hungry. The simple brown rice porridge with pickles was also very delicious. He just sprinkled some salt, got some vegetable leaves, and dropped a few drops of oil. The clear soup he found was very delicious.
After finishing this simple dinner in a hurry, Huang Cheng was confused again.
what's next?
After a long time, he recovered his mind and began to look at this prisoner of war camp. It was heavily guarded and it was impossible to escape from the prison.
The Tang army's momentum in conquering the camp was even more majestic.
He couldn't help but think of that man again.
When he saw him on the Golden Rooster Fort, he didn't know it was Wu Huaiyu, the prime minister of the Tang Dynasty. He only thought he was a Tang military captain or commander of the army.
He thought that the Tang general was arrogant and underestimated the enemy, so he thought of capturing him alive.
Who knew that in the end, he would be beaten to a pulp, suffer an unimaginable defeat, and even become a prisoner.
Wu Huaiyu was actually much younger than himself. This man was so brave at the foot of Jinji Mountain, especially since they had such terrifying mysterious firearms that would emit smoke and fire and shoot out projectiles with astonishing power, killing those who hit them immediately.
Now when he recalled the scene at that time, he couldn't help but tremble.
If you think about it carefully, it seems that the weapon is not much more lethal than a bow and arrow. It should only be able to fire a few shots at close range, unlike a bow and arrow that can shoot continuously in rapid succession.
But the sound and fireworks of that thing were really scary.
It is truly breathtaking.
Almost as soon as they met him, and after a few rounds of shooting at his first two rows, the two hundred soldiers collapsed.
Not many were beaten to death, but more were stunned.
He had heard before that Wu Huaiyu was at Luo Dou in Yunkai Mountain last year. He personally went to the village and used secret techniques to trigger thunder from the sky and directly kill three dong leaders.
After this incident reached Zuoxi, it became increasingly mysterious and chaotic.
Huang Cheng and others thought it was a rumor,
Only now do I know that Wu Huaiyu used this kind of thing at that time. It must be a kind of weapon, but it is too mysterious and difficult to imagine.
Thinking about it,
The guard comes over,
"Everyone gather and prepare for night classes."
Tongyi also translated it loudly.
Huang Cheng understands Chinese and can even write some. He doesn't need a translator, but he doesn't understand what he means by taking night classes.
However, in front of the guards' swords, guns, bows, arrows and leather whips, none of the prisoners dared to be disobedient. Although they had worked hard for a day, they were physically and mentally exhausted in this prisoner-of-war camp. After barely eating, they wanted to have a good sleep, maybe fall asleep.
There will no longer be such fear and confusion.
in the camp,
A bonfire was lit,
They also used Polygonum spp., mugwort, etc. to smoke mosquitoes,
The guard got the planks,
The more than two hundred prisoners of war in the camp were divided into several squads, each consisting of fifty people.
The prisoners sat on the ground obediently as required.
They didn't know what the Tang people were going to do, but no one dared to mess around.
Huang Chengye kept cooperating with a dull expression,
In their uneasiness and confusion,
Wu Huaiyu and some officers came over. Looking at these barbarian prisoners, he smiled, but the other officers did not look good.
"Xiang Guo, why should we waste our energy on these guys?"
"What does this night class do?"
The officers were puzzled as to why they were so nice to the prisoners and why they had to attend class that night.
"This night class in the prisoner of war camp uses the evening time to teach these prisoners of war, teach them some basic Chinese to facilitate communication, and also teach them some Chinese characters. Of course, the most important thing is to teach them to be loyal to the emperor, patriotic, and ethical.
Deal with these and teach them Chinese culture..."
The generals looked at each other with big eyes and small eyes.
"Isn't this playing harp to a cow? Besides, these people are prisoners of war. Even if they are not killed or sold, there is no need to expend such effort, right?"
Huaiyu smiled and said to Gao Ning, "Since we went to Lingnan, from my prime minister's army, to the six towns of Lingnan, and the Twelfth Army Mansion, to the third battalion of the Navy, and the third patrol battalion, our
Have you been teaching classes in the military for more than a year? Teach the sergeants how to speak Mandarin, learn Chinese characters, and even learn arithmetic. More importantly, teach them loyalty, filial piety, benevolence and righteousness, the three cardinal principles and the five constant principles.
We will also organize martial arts lectures, medical camps, etc.
Do you think it has been effective over the past year or so?"
Gao Ning nodded. Although everyone didn't quite understand it at the beginning, now more than a year later, many effects have indeed appeared. Not only do the officers and soldiers speak Mandarin better and can communicate easily, but they can also read Braille to a certain extent.
write some,
Not to mention that some of the outstanding ones are selected for training in martial arts halls, medical camps, engineering training camps, etc. to help them improve further.
"Isn't that right? These people are prisoners of war now, but they will still become good citizens under our rule in the Tang Dynasty. We need more communication with them now, and we need to allow them to accept our culture and allow them to be absorbed.
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Wu Huaiyu wants these barbarians to know where the Tang Dynasty is, what China is, what the emperor is, and what Zhengshuo is...
