The few German soldiers who carried Major Miller did not carry weapons. The leading German soldier still had a bandage on his arm with obvious blood stains on the outside of the bandage. The other soldiers did not look good either, with bloodshot eyes and faces.
There was fatigue written all over it, and the two smaller soldiers still looked childish, and they looked like they were underage at first glance.
"I'm sorry, I don't know how the commander will arrange it. It is our bounden duty to obey orders." The German soldier who spoke exuded a tough aura. Although his clothes were a little dirty, he was dressed neatly. He stood there and looked like a man.
Like a javelin, this is the temperament that an elite army should have.
The expeditionary soldier who asked the question subconsciously clenched the shotgun in his hand and stared intently at the German soldier in front of him.
The atmosphere suddenly became very tense. The expeditionary force and the German army were still at war. Putting an elite German soldier back would probably cause more casualties to the expeditionary force soldiers.
But if they are forced to stay, or even killed on the spot, it would be overkill. After all, the current situation is very delicate. If it is not handled well, it may cause the situation to develop in an uncontrollable direction.
"Soldier, come here and have a rest. Have a cup of coffee before going back. It won't take you too long." Zhou Bu stepped forward to break the deadlock. In fact, there is no need to be too nervous. He is just a soldier. No matter how strong he is, how strong can he be?
Can it be stronger than a tank or an armored vehicle?
The German soldiers who were holding on and not flinching were obviously relieved. When they stood in front of Zhou Bu, they saluted Zhou Bu with a straight German military salute.
Zhou Bu returned the gift very casually. A soldier brought a few horses over and brought coffee to a few German soldiers. Several German soldiers looked a little greedy when drinking coffee. Two German soldiers who were a little younger even turned red.
eye socket.
"Drink slowly. There will be more after you finish. No matter what happens tomorrow, at least we can sit together and drink coffee today." Zhou Bu's attitude was casual. He didn't deliberately pry for any information. He just chatted casually.
"Thank you very much General, you are a generous and kind man -" The German soldier sitting on the horse with his back still upright had a complicated expression. He had actually been prepared to be imprisoned or even shot, but the expeditionary force obviously
More generous and proud than he imagined.
This is the pride of extreme contempt for the enemy. I know you may be very powerful, but I don't care. Even on the battlefield, I can defeat you with dignity.
This feeling is really powerless.
"Haha, thank you for your compliment, Qiao, bring over a few more cups of coffee and some food if you have any, and call the doctor over to re-treat this gentleman's wound." Zhou Bu made very thoughtful arrangements.
To create more pressure on several German soldiers, Zhou Bu nodded and walked away after making arrangements.
When the guard brought coffee this time, he also brought several boxes of lunch meat and canned braised pork.
The canned braised pork is made from pork using traditional Chinese techniques. It is fat but not greasy and full of oil, giving people a perfect sense of happiness. It is very popular among all troops, including the troops of the Sultanate of Najd.
The doctor also came over to check the wound of the leading German soldier. The situation was not good. There were signs of infection in the wound. The doctor asked the German soldier whether he should stay for treatment.
The German soldier looked sad and slowly shook his head to thank the doctor for his kindness.
Instead of being hospitalized, the doctor changed the bandage for the German soldier, used alcohol to clean the wound, removed the rotten muscles that had signs of inflammation around the wound, re-sutured the wound, applied wound medicine produced in Johannesburg, and finally replaced it with clean
bandage.
The German soldier did not speak during the whole process, holding the gradually cooling coffee in one hand and a box of canned luncheon meat with a dull expression.
"Remember not to get water on the wound in the past few days. If possible, change the medicine yourself in a few days and find an experienced person to help you remove the stitches. Remember to make sure the bandage is hygienic before changing it -" the doctor left
He gave a few words of warning before finally looking at the appearance of several German soldiers. He sighed helplessly and asked the nurse to bring a roll of bandages, a pack of topical wound medicine, and a small bottle of alcohol.
"This alcohol is not for drinking, it is for cleaning wounds -" At this point the doctor sighed again, stopped talking nonsense and turned around to leave. There were other wounded waiting for the doctor to deal with.
"Brother Scott, I don't want to go back. It's not bad to stay here as a prisoner -" A soldier with a childish face muttered to himself. The current situation in Soissons is very bad. There is no food, no coffee, no
There is no amiable doctor, no approachable general——
"It doesn't matter, you can stay if you want." The German soldier holding a bunch of things didn't raise his head, so no one could see his expression.
"If we surrender, will they eat us?" The young soldiers did not understand the situation well enough. According to the propaganda in German newspapers, the Allied soldiers were cannibals.
"What are you thinking about, Billy? Look at the cans in your hands. They are made of pork. Look at how many cans there are. You can't even finish the cans. Do you think they can eat people?" Scott asked.
His expression was broken. Next to the tin bucket where he was brewing coffee, there were piles of wooden boxes containing cans.
Scott put the coffee and cans in his hands on the ground, and carefully put the bandages, alcohol and external wound medicine into his pocket. This was not only life-saving medicine, but also a beautiful memory.
In this cruel war, no matter how distorted human nature is, there will eventually be the brilliance of humanity that inadvertently emanates. It is precisely because of these brilliance of humanity that people will not despair and still retain a trace of beautiful illusions about the world.
Before leaving, Scott paid another military salute to Zhou Bu, then turned and walked towards Soissons.
He was the only one to go back. Several others chose to stay in the prisoner of war camp as prisoners. Scott did not blame them. They also had the right to choose their lives. In fact, Scott also wanted to stay, but Scott valued loyalty and loyalty more.
promise.
Returning to Soissons, there was another scene. Soldiers were everywhere gathering in groups and whispering. Their expressions were frightened and their eyes were as intimidating as lone wolves who had been abandoned by the pack.
Soon someone noticed the bandage on Scott's arm. The white bandage looked very conspicuous because he had just drank coffee and ate a box of cans. Scott looked much more energetic now.
"Scott, come here and follow me to see the major. The major wants to see you." Scott's commander came over and asked Scott to leave.
The major's temporary office was in a church. When Scott arrived, he found not only the major, but also a large group of generals sitting in front of the church's cross.
"Sir, Soldier Scott reports to you -" Scott stood at attention and saluted, his bandaged arm showing no signs of discomfort.
"Scott, tell me what you saw in Kruy?" Otto von Bülow frowned. The pressure on his shoulders was huge now. The fate of hundreds of thousands of German troops was in Otto von Bülow's hands.
·In Bülow's hands, every order he gave would determine the fate of hundreds of thousands of German troops.
"Yes, General -" Scott reported everything in detail, without exaggeration or concealment.
"So, there are four of you in total, but you are the only one who comes back. Why don't you stay in the British prisoner of war camp?" A German general asked. This question was not appropriate, and it immediately attracted a lot of strange looks.
Scott pursed his lips tightly and said nothing. Not all generals were wise, and most generals were even inferior. They didn't know what the soldiers were thinking, and they didn't care what the soldiers were thinking.
"Okay, go back, soldier, have a good rest -" Otto von Bülow would not explode in front of Scott.
When Scott walked out of the church, there was a fierce quarrel in the church.
"There is no point in holding on any longer. We have run out of ammunition and food and have done everything we can-"
"It is our duty to be loyal to the king, and now it is time for us to think about ourselves——"
"No matter what, we are responsible for the hundreds of thousands of soldiers we lead——"
Scott did not dare to listen any more and quickly left the church and returned to the army's station.
The station did not stop either. As soon as Scott sat down on his bed, a group of soldiers immediately surrounded him.
Strictly speaking, this is not a bed at all. Scott's own blanket was lost in the previous battle. The blanket Scott is using now is a curtain snatched from a civilian home. The curtains are of good quality and are goose yellow.
The gold velvet was embroidered with white flowers. Scott didn't know what flowers they were, but he admired the beauty.
"Scott, have you learned anything-"
"Scott, have the British given you any trouble -"
"Wow, I think I smell alcohol, Scott, did they give you alcohol?"
There was no wine, just alcohol, and it was the same alcohol the doctor used to disinfect Scott's wounds.
Scott searched in his pocket and took out a pack of Noble cigarettes produced in Southern Africa. This was thrown to Scott by an expeditionary soldier when Scott left the expeditionary camp.
"Smoke? Where did it come from?"
"Scott, please, give me one—"
"Scott, I will exchange this gold ring with you-"
A crumpled pack of cigarettes immediately caused a bigger commotion.
Scott didn't hide anything, he opened the cigarettes and gave one to everyone, so the soldiers finally became quiet. They sat in a row and smoked cigarettes. Everyone was silent and quietly didn't know what to think.
"The British promised to take good care of Major Miller. They changed the dressing for my wound. Billy and the others did not come back. They voluntarily stayed with the British as prisoners -" Scott took a strong drag on the cigarette and then slowly spit it out.
, the smoke suddenly filled the air, Scott couldn't see through the smoke in front of him, and others couldn't see Scott's face clearly.
