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When the shouting subsided, there was a terrible silence in the classroom.

Finally, a prisoner asked in a slightly choked voice:

"Mr. Zhang, are you going to drive us away?"

Zhang Ke shook his head, put both hands on the desk, and replied to the student who asked the question.

"No, I don't want to drive you away, but you are already good enough to face the ups and downs in the future. I know, you are not willing to leave here, and so am I.

We are here to work together, train together, study together, and play together.Dance together, laugh together, make trouble together.We have left too many precious memories here. Take a look, the endless rice fields, the smooth crossroads, the rows of young saplings, and the walls are all the results of our joint efforts.However, the eagle always soars in the blue sky, and the cage cannot trap you.

From tomorrow, you will spread your wings and attack the sky.Remember the field training, this is the last homework left by the teacher! "

After speaking, Zhang Ke walked out with his textbook.

The captives were left in a daze, staring at the podium in a daze.

That night, many prisoners did not fall asleep.

In the morning, the instructors, as usual, had the last breakfast with them, and then let them line up, waiting for the arrival of their escort.

Meanwhile, Franco was soundly asleep.

In recent days, he has fallen in love with a kind of wine called Erguotou. This kind of wine is very strong and difficult to drink, but the more he drinks it, the more he wants to drink it.

If you drink too much alcohol, you will naturally get drunk.

If you're drunk, you don't have to think about anything.It just happened to be able to escape the reality that he didn't want to face at the moment, so these days, he would drag a few of his subordinates to get drunk every day.

Bang Bang Bang ~

Bang Bang Bang ~

A series of hasty knocks on the door dragged Franco out of his dream. He sat up from the bed, listened carefully, and was sure that someone was knocking on his door, so he asked angrily who it was.

"Master Franco, some generals from Ming Dynasty are looking for you outside!"

General?

Franco, who was a little unhappy at first, quickly got up from the bed.

He hurriedly put on his clothes and opened the door, and walked out under the leadership of his subordinates.

"Where is the general?"

As soon as I came outside, I saw a few Ming people dressed as ordinary soldiers standing there. There are no generals.

"Isn't it?" the subordinate whispered.

"This is a fucking ordinary soldier!"

"Respect, honor."

"Fuck you."

Franco was very irritable, but still put a smile on his face, and came to several soldiers.

"Several generals, came to see me early in the morning, but something happened?"

"Come with us!"

Ok?

This line is wrong, right? I am a prisoner. Could it be that I have committed some crimes?

"Dare to ask the general, where are we going?"

"You'll know when it arrives."

The speaker frowned slightly, and he didn't seem to like Franco's question very much.

have to.

go!

People have to bow their heads under the eaves, if you tell me to go, I will go!

Several soldiers led him straight out, stuffed him into a carriage, and went straight out of the city.

After about half an hour, the carriage slowly slowed down and stopped.

Franco opened the curtain and looked out, only to see the traffic and the houses outside, which seemed to be the manor of some rich family.

But the house is built without any characteristics, a whole row of brick houses.

Franco thought so, when the groom in front said something he couldn't understand, he tried to jump off the horse.

Then the Spanish-speaking soldier waved to him, beckoning him to follow.

"General, where is this?"

"farm!"

"Farm? I don't know how to farm!"

No way, it couldn't be that Zheng Zhilong changed his mind and wouldn't let me go back to negotiate, right?

No, I haven't had enough good days yet.

After drinking the Erguotou for the past few days, he found the feeling of ecstasy, and the spirit of seeing death as if he was at home when he was first arrested has long since been drunk.

"Farming? What do you want? Let you come and take those captives away. Farming, just you?"

After speaking, the soldier looked Franco up and down, his eyes filled with the contempt of the red-haired ghost, as if they were still living in the era of ruthlessness and blood drinking.

But having said that, no one can compare to Daming in terms of land cultivation.At least for now.

"Leader, they won't follow me!"

Hearing the leader, Franco completely ignored the contempt in the soldiers' eyes, and said with a mournful face.

"Now with you."

"real or fake?"

Everyone was crying and wiping away their tears yesterday, so it will be fine if you get some sleep?How can it be?

"Really. I said whether you are annoying or not. If it is true or not, you will find out later? Just ask, are you going to be admitted to the military academy?"

"Military school? What military school?"

"Damn it, you ignorant jackass!" After finishing speaking, the soldier didn't bother to talk to him, and took two steps ahead of Jin.

Franco followed silently, with an expression of indifference.

In the past, he boasted that he traveled all over the world and was well-informed.But now, those who are hit by new things from Da Ming have become accustomed to being at the bottom of the chain of contempt.

Take Erguotou as an example, I have never even heard of it, it is really delicious.

It is also a good thing for Daming to go to Europe to do business, at least he can drink such good wine often, but the price is a bit expensive.

After thinking about it, they came to the edge of a small playground in the living area of ​​the farm.

In the playground, more than 100 captives in uniform were standing there quietly, apparently waiting for someone to arrive.

"Go, take your people with you, and you can sail back to Spain today." The soldier pouted at the prisoners and whispered.

Since he just appeared right in front of the captives, all the captives saluted him.

It was quiet, but he felt uncomfortable.

Bite the bullet and slowly walk towards the phalanx, the more I walked, the more I felt something was wrong.

How the hell is this a prisoner?Picking up a weapon is clearly an elite soldier!Bring him a strong sense of oppression.

Fortunately, the distance is not very long, and the trainer responded.

"The pick-up?"

"Yes."

The instructor nodded, stood sideways, and did not speak again.

What do you mean?

Just let someone come with me, so I have to say a few words?

Looking at the compatriots staring at him one by one, Franco felt that it would be fine to say a few words.

"Brothers! I know that you have been wronged here. However, starting today, you are going to go home! No matter how much you have been wronged here, the warmth of home will heal you Trauma. Pack your things and follow me, slow down or you won’t catch the boat home! Slow down, you won’t get a chance to go back to Mexico City to fuck women lol.”

Franco thought he was humorously making a joke, but he laughed a few times and found that no one responded to him.

so embarrassing...