When the train stopped again, as the cabin door opened, the bright sunlight also penetrated into the tank truck box where the atmosphere was still tense.

"get off!"

On the platform, the neatly lined up volunteer soldiers issued passwords in different languages ​​at the doors of each carriage.

When Wei Ran walked out of the carriage and saw the prisoners of war walking out of the front and rear carriages, there was a hint of gloating smile on his face.

These prisoners of war are truly a complete range of varieties, including English, French, white-skinned, black-skinned, and even many brown-skinned Asians.

"Is this a car I saved up before I brought it together?"

Wei Ran muttered to himself, lined up in a row to hand in the lunch boxes and tableware, and boarded a truck under the escort of the volunteer soldiers.

When he jumped out of the truck's truck's cargo bucket, prisoners of war were already lined up not far away. At the warning of the volunteer soldiers around him, everyone honestly arranged the queue in accordance with order.

Waiting around and around, Wei Ran simply raised his camera to take a photo of the prisoners in line. Before he could put down the camera, Jack asked worriedly, "Victor, will anyone confiscate our things later?"

Skipping at the bulging knees of the other party's uninjured leg, Wei Ran slowly put the camera in his pocket, "Don't worry, no one will snatch your stuff."

Upon hearing this, Jack looked at Wei Ran more and more confusedly, "Victor, have you been captured before? Why do I feel that you are very familiar with this place?"

Wei Ran smiled but did not explain. Although his experience on the train yesterday finally made him and Jack stand opposite to Morgan and others, it is undeniable that it also made Jack and Wei Ran a much harmonious relationship.

After a brief wait, Wei Ran and Jack carefully registered various information including the military phone number during the inquiry of a young English-speaking soldier. Then, under the guidance of the volunteer soldiers, the two walked into a square brick and tile next to the air-raid shelter.

This dormitory is not too big. In addition to a common earthen kang in northern China, there are also two wooden tables placed against the wall. However, when Wei Ran saw the people inside, he was stunned again.

There were only two people in the dormitory, one of which was captured by the American soldier named Drew, who was captured with Liu Yijiao. Wei Ran especially remembered that this guy seemed to have slept with the wife of an American pilot.

The second person is the American military doctor who refused to help him with treatment when the Cellphone Xia Chuan was injured. Wei Ran remembers that his name seemed to be... Crower?

It seems to be this name...

Wei Ran looked at the other party with uncertainty, but found that the military doctor who threatened to provide medical services to white people was particularly enthusiastic, and even took the initiative to ask about the injuries on the two of them.

Not only that, even the scum named Drew was the same. Before Wei Ran and Jack could sit down, they had already used the enamel washbasin to fetch hot water, warmly greeted them to wash their hands, and then took down the medical box hanging on the wall and handed it to Dr. Crower.

After looking at the military doctor Craul who was about to help him check his injuries, Wei Ran opened his mouth and finally chose to remain silent. He didn't know how long the two of them had lived in this prisoner of war camp, but he felt that such a change seemed not surprising.

"I'm Crower"

The military doctor who helped Wei Ran check his injuries introduced himself while untiing the gauze, "He is also one of the doctors in this prisoner of war camp. Welcome you two."

"I am Drew, and used to be a car soldier," another scum in the room introduced himself enthusiastically, "Welcome to you."

"I am Victor." Wei Ran pointed to his companion who opened his mouth in surprise, "He is Jack, we are all engineers."

Before the scum Drew or military doctor Crower could respond, the door of the dormitory was knocked again. After Drew responded, a volunteer soldier sent two more prisoners in.

"Welcome to you"

The military doctor Craul, who was rebanding Wei Ran's wound, greeted him warmly, and then found that Wei Ran, Jack, and the other two new prisoners had a strange expression.

"What's wrong?" Drew asked inexplicably, "You know each other?"

"Of course, of course I know it."

Wei Ran turned his head and looked at Brenden and Morgan who blocked the door. He finally linked all his previous experiences together. No wonder he had requirements for military rank this time, which was equivalent to experiencing all the experiences of the prisoners in this room from being captured to being captured!

Watching the volunteer soldier leave with a smile, Drew greeted Morgan and Brenden with the same enthusiasm, sitting on the burning earthen kang, and then gave another introduction.

"No one should come?"

While Crower spoke, he had untied the wound on Jack's leg, "Our kang is only that big."

"I guess neither"

While Drew spoke, he lifted the thick cotton curtain and looked out, then closed the wooden door, picked up the enamel iron kettle and poured a cup of hot water for everyone, and said, "Now let me introduce the rules here."

"Let me interrupt"

Before Drew could finish his remaining words, Morgan spoke, "Before that, should we throw these two niggers out first?"

"Morgan, this is not the United States."

Drew said with a smile, "Everyone is equal here. Whether black or white, since you have been sent here, you should abide by the rules here."

"What is your military rank?" Morgan asked proudly.

"Bang!"

In response to him, Drew hit his fist head-on in front of him. The scum who once slept with the pilot's wife said with a smile, "My fist is my military rank. Although those instructors never advocate violence, I still think using fists can convince you an idiot like you."

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Morgan rubbed the blood gushed out of his nostrils, greeted his companion and waved his fists at Drew.

"Bang!"

Wei Ranleng, who was watching the fun, swung his fist and slammed Morgan's stomach, and stretched out his legs to trip Brenden.

“Good done!”

While Drew spoke, he punched Morgan in the stomach, then put Brenden, who was out of balance, to the ground and sat directly on his back.

After a while, Morgan, who was punched twice, knelt on the ground with his hands covering his stomach, his face red with pain.

"Can I tell you the rules here now?" Drew asked, patting Morgan's face.

"You'd better listen carefully"

Crower, who was helping Jack check his front teeth, reminded him, "He is not a good person. This bastard was a referee in the underground boxing ring before joining the army. Even without the help of others, you two will not beat him."

"The rule here is to listen to whoever has his fist?" Morgan asked while leaning against the edge of the kang.

"No, no, no, so you need to listen carefully to me."

While Drew spoke, he took out a pack of good-color cigarettes from Morgan's pocket, lit one by himself, and handed the cigarette and lighter to Wei Ran not far away. Then he said slowly, "This prisoner of war camp is different from our camp, or it is different from all prisoner of war camps in the world. First of all, don't have conflicts with those Chinese soldiers, don't try to provoke them."

"They will shoot, right?" Jack, who was letting Crower check his mouth, asked panic.

"Are you an idiot? You still need to ask?" Morgan asked in a cold air.

“Quality on the contrary”

Drew stuffed the cigarettes handed back by Wei Ran into Morgan's pocket, "They are protecting us. In addition to Americans, Canadians, Australians and British, there are many other prisoners of war from many other countries. As far as I know, at least 13 prisoners of war from countries were concentrated here. Not to mention anything else, there are more than 100 disgusting rabbit riders.

But correspondingly, there are very few Chinese soldiers responsible for managing us. I guess there may not even be two hundred people."

"So can we escape?" Jack asked happily.

"Don't move around"

Crower reminded, "Although I am indeed competent for the job of a dentist and have the corresponding tools, if you move around again, you may be eating your broken teeth."

Upon hearing this, Jack immediately grew up and his mouth stopped moving. But it was obvious that his thoughts just now were even moved by Morgan and Brenden. "I just observed that not only did there be no walls and power grids nearby, but there seemed to be no sentry towers and trenches. Maybe we really..."

"You can try it"

Drew said sarcastically, "I can even tell you that there is only one battalion of troops around here, and unless someone makes trouble, they will not easily enter the prisoner-of-war camp. As long as you want and you can completely bypass them as long as you avoid the main intersection."

"Mr. Drew, can I sit up first?"

Brenden, who was still under pressure, said, "I think I'm calm enough, and I'm even more curious why you guys don't run away."

"It seems you are a smart person."

Drew stood up happily while speaking, and took the initiative to reach out and pulled up Brenden, who had just been used as a stool by himself.

After everyone found a location to prepare, Drew continued, "We can indeed escape at any time, but this place is located in a place called Changcheng, which is only a big river from China."

After deliberately pausing for a moment, Drew continued, "In other words, the surroundings of this prisoner-of-war camp are full of young people. They expect us to escape more than we do, so that they have a reason to kill us. Even the Chinese soldiers outside the prisoner-of-war camp have their main task not to prevent us from escaping, but to avoid us being killed by the young people around them.

On the other hand, this place is too far from our territory. Even if you can run out, it is impossible to go back safely through the defense lines of both sides. Maybe you will be beaten to death by the guerrillas halfway through the way."

"There are more important reasons"

Crower took over the topic and said, "There is no need to fight here. You can write letters to your family at any time. If you are willing, you can learn a lot. Even if you don't want to learn something, it's okay to sing, dance and play basketball every day. And the food is also very good, which is much more comfortable than fighting on the front line. I even learned to make Chinese bread."

Seeing the three people except Wei Ran with a dull and disbelief, Drew pointed at the top of his head again, "Of course, our biggest threat actually comes from the bombs dropped by our own bombers."

"Isn't this a prisoner of war camp?" Morgan asked with his eyes widened, "How is our bomber possible..."

"How is it impossible?"

Crower snorted coldly, "Not only bombs, our bombers have even dropped bacterial bombs and incendiary bombs, and even chemical poisons. Even if we have made clear enough POW camp logos in the open space outside, it is useless. The main casualties in this POW camp are basically related to the bombs dropped by our bombers."

"This...this is impossible!" Morgan said dumbly.

“Nothing impossible”

Drew took a big mouthful of cigarette and said, "A few months ago, there was an idiot who didn't believe in the truth like you. He pinched an ant from the ground and threw it into his mouth, trying to confirm that we were lying."

"What?" Brenden asked.

"Then he almost pulled the intestines out"

Crowl said while busy with the teeth of Jack, "If it weren't for those Chinese military doctors, he would have died long ago. But even if he survived, he would have been more than ten pounds lighter. I can take you to talk to him when I have time. God testified that the idiot was still trembling when he walked, as if he was dancing."

"so"

Drew pointed out of the door, "If you hear the sound of the bomber, remember to run into the air raid shelter immediately. Let's talk about the second rule."

Seeing that Morgan and the other two were all looking at him, Drew bounced a cigarette butt and said, "This prisoner-of-war camp implements self-management. As long as there is no trouble, the Chinese will not interfere easily. Correspondingly, we also have a lot of work to do. Now it is winter, and the most important thing is to go out to chop wood once a week, which directly affects whether we will be frozen to death."
To be continued...