The British don't like the Boers and have always disliked them, so August Russell asked Rock to legitimately dispose of those prisoners at the "appropriate time".
Compared with the brave and capable Chinese police, the turban is just a look-alike. Although Rahul was transferred to Robben Island, there are still Indian policemen in Oak Town. Rock doesn't trust these Indian policemen either. They can't do anything well.
, even if the food is distributed, they will eat it secretly, which is a shame to the police, and there is nothing Roque can do to change them.
Now those big turbans finally come in handy.
In fact, the big turbans of the Indian police are quite bluffing. In addition to the big turbans on their heads, those big turbans also have a signature feature of being full of beards. At least it seems that this makes them
It adds a lot of toughness.
The effect was indeed effective. After the turbans began to take charge of the prisoners, the discipline of the prisoners did improve. However, the prisoners soon discovered that the turbans were all fake, so they intensified their efforts.
"We don't have enough food, we need beef and eggs-"
"Those women and children have ended their isolation, why are we still here——"
"Winter has arrived, we need warm blankets——"
Another early morning, the Boer coalition prisoners started making noise again in the quarantine area. Strictly speaking, their demands were reasonable, but the method was inappropriate. While they were making noise, they were still knocking on the lunch boxes in their hands, making even more noise, and even the tents were closed.
The children in the classroom cannot attend class with peace of mind.
"Shut up! You damn guys."
"Don't force us to take action. You'd better be honest now."
"A bunch of filthy pigs, you all deserve to go to hell."
The Indian policemen in charge of the guard cursed and cursed, but did not take any actual action. They did not even draw their batons. The women and children who were unable to resist gave them a big illusion.
It's like the Boers are as submissive as women and children.
In fact, neither side understood what the other was saying. The prisoners spoke Dutch or French, while the Indian police spoke Hinglish. They spoke so fast that even the British could not understand them. They had little contact with Indians.
Not to mention the Boers, the standard chicken and duck talk.
If those prisoners did not affect the children in the tent classroom, then Rock would not interfere. Now the noise they are making is a bit loud. Rock can hear it in the office on the second floor, so he cannot turn a deaf ear, so soon,
Rock appeared in the quarantine area with Anton and a team of Chinese policemen.
Compared with the turbans, the Chinese policemen were much tougher. They had strong bodies and sharp eyes. They looked at the Boer prisoners as if they were looking at chickens and dogs. All the Boer prisoners realized it in an instant.
Danger.
It's too late, Rock won't let them go easily.
"Let them be honest." Roque signaled to Anton.
With a gloomy face, Anton pulled out the baton from his waist and swarmed forward with a group of Chinese policemen.
The batons equipped by Rock and others are made of natural rubber wrapped with steel bars. Such batons are very heavy and can easily break a person's arm when hit on the bone. If hit on the back, no scars can be seen on the surface, but it can
Internal injuries are even more serious when hit on the head. Not only is the head broken and bleeding, it is also accompanied by a severe concussion. If you accidentally use too much force, you can beat the person to death.
Anton and the others did not hold back, rushing into the crowd of prisoners and smashing them indiscriminately.
The prisoners suddenly burst into mourning. Some were beaten until they were rolling on the ground, and some were beaten until their faces were covered with blood. The scene was too horrific to watch.
After all the prisoners were knocked to the ground and the situation was under control, Rock signaled Anton and the others to stop.
"Captives must have the consciousness of captives. Compared with the previous captives, you are already happy enough now - but it seems that you don't realize it, so from now on, your food supply will be halved until you can leave.
Quarantine area." Rock's voice was colder than the weather. It was already winter in Cape Town in June. Rock and the others had already put on black woolen winter clothes, while the prisoners were still wearing thin summer clothes.
"Sir, when can we leave?" A prisoner who looked like an officer tried to talk to Rock.
"Wait until I think you can leave." Rock was short and indifferent.
"We need doctors and medicine, and we also need some winter clothes." The officer tried to fight for it.
"Yes, there are doctors in the refugee camp, but there are not enough medicines. As for winter clothes, we have to wait for the unified deployment by the expeditionary force headquarters." Rock did not make any promises.
The officer's expression changed and he said no more.
Rock didn't waste any time, he rushed over to see the doctor, turned around and left.
It's useless to have a doctor, there is no medicine, the doctor is too clever to make a living without rice, and winter clothes are even more unthinkable. Rock just wants to force these prisoners of war to die.
At night, the refugee camp is dark, with only the faint lights on the surrounding watchtowers. These watchtowers are connected by barbed wire. Any attempt to climb over the barbed wire will result in ruthless hunting by the guards.
In the isolation area in a corner of the refugee camp, the prisoners who had only received simple bandages were moaning in pain. They had no medicine to relieve the pain, not enough food, and had to endure the cold winter nights. Some people could not survive it at all, and their voices gradually became fainter.
Smell.
"Koeman, wake up Koeman, don't sleep, Koeman——"
Someone was sobbing softly. It was obvious that Koeman did not survive.
"We can't wait to die here——"
"But if we want to escape, those damn police will definitely shoot——"
"If we don't do anything, those policemen don't need to shoot, and we will either freeze to death or starve to death——"
"We haven't eaten anything today, and we don't even have the strength to escape-"
"There are plenty of grapes in the vineyards outside. If we drag it on any longer, we won't even have the strength to climb over the barbed wire——"
"That's right, let's escape!" A new voice joined.
"Let's all run away together. There are only a few dozen police officers. There are more than 300 of us. Someone can always escape -" More and more people are joining.
"Everyone, calm down -" someone tried to calm down the excited prisoners.
"How to be calm? Waiting to die calmly?!"
"I don't want to wait to die. I would rather die fighting the British."
"I knew I would fight to the end!" There were more counterattack voices.
"When the police relax their vigilance in the second half of the night, I still have some food here. Let's all share it first." Someone took out the food he had hidden and shared it with everyone.
There was a faint sound of chewing in the darkness, and someone hummed a sad and melodious Boer folk song.
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Sorry, brothers, it's a little late today - third update to compensate -
