POW camp

"Here, look at that man."

"Who? Which?"

"Hey, it's the one who just entered the yard."

A guard held a pile of documents and whispered to a guard.The guard turned his head to look, and sure enough, he saw a corporal dressed as a bodyguard walking in from the gate of the courtyard. "I see, why?"

"Ha, of course the newcomer doesn't know him." The guard curled his lips and said mockingly, "Let me introduce you grandly, so as not to offend someone who shouldn't be offended in the future. His name is Lindsay, Captain Morton's guard After only three months of training as a bodyguard officer, he was transferred to Captain Morton's side."

The guard said in surprise: "Three months? No way, I have been training for a year, and I can only stand guard outside."

"So, why don't you have the face of others." The guard slightly raised his chin, and nodded contemptuously at the young corporal who came over.

The man gradually approached, and the guards secretly observed him carefully, and he was indeed very handsome.It seemed that it was because he hadn't trained hard for a long time. The man's complexion was quite fair, unlike ordinary soldiers who had already been tanned. Even in military uniform, he still looked too slender and handsome.Not at all the resoluteness of a soldier, walking very slowly, with soft steps, like a kitten that has just learned to walk, cautiously, for fear of scaring anything.The face is handsome and clear, with sea-blue hair and sea-blue eyes.He also saw them, looked over, smiled and nodded, his eyes were warm and humble.

The guard nodded quickly in return.Just as the man walked over, the guard touched the guard's arm: "How about it, isn't it? Captain Morton's heart, cut it, I despise such a thing the most, what is it!"

The guard said urgently, "Hush your voice."

"It's okay." The guard smiled gloatingly, "It's okay if you yell at him right behind him." He pointed to his ear, "There's something wrong with Lindsay, he can't hear at all, and he can't speak."

The guard stared wide-eyed: "No... no way, then he will still be a bodyguard..."

"Captain Morton specially approved it. I heard that he wanted to keep him by his side all the time." The guard trembled deliberately, "Fuck, it's so fucking nasty." He drew his voice in a conclusive tone, " Good-looking, naturally there are other aspects that are very deficient, God is always fair."

Of course, Lindsay couldn't hear their conversation. When he arrived at Morton's office, there was a meeting inside.The guarding soldier gestured to him and asked if he needed to go in.Lindsay shook her head, thanked her with a smile, and waited at the door.

After a while, the guard who met in front of the courtyard came over and put the documents on Morton's desk.Morton saw Lindsay standing at the door, and said to his subordinates: "Come here today, pay attention to strengthening your guard." The non-commissioned officers stood up and filed out.

Lindsay stood at attention and saluted according to the rules.Everyone in Fancheng knew how important he was to Morton. Everyone smiled and waved their hands as a greeting.Morton walked up to Lindsay and whispered, "Why did you wake up so early? Didn't sleep much longer."

Morton's ability to appreciate the deaf and dumb cripple puzzled many.In fact, apart from having a pretty face, Lindsay has no other characteristics.He seems to have a feeling of inferiority in his bones, and he always smiles at others subconsciously first, as if he wants to feel sorry for his own shortcomings and causing trouble to others.This is really unacceptable in an army that is tough and fast and only believes in the strong. Although Morton is only responsible for the defense of Fancheng and the management of the prisoner-of-war camp, he is a lieutenant colonel after all. Lindsay was promoted to be a bodyguard next to him.Many people speculated that Lindsay must have extraordinary means in bed, and maybe it could satisfy Morton's special hobbies.When they talked about this kind of problem, they often had inscrutable smirks on their faces, as if they had seen Lindsay kneeling naked and humble on the ground, begging Morton to fuck him.This is too common in the extravagant and promiscuous Puman Kingdom. Many aristocratic and high-ranking officials have private gatherings to play with this, watching delicate and beautiful boys and girls wailing in pain under the training equipment.

Only those who have the best relationship with Morton can know how much energy Morton has spent on Lindsay.Don't look at his ruthless appearance on the surface, but he is indescribably gentle, considerate and understanding to Lindsay.It took him two months to learn sign language, and he also ordered all the guards and subordinates around him to learn it; when he spoke to Lindsay, he deliberately slowed down his speech so that the other party could understand lip language; he never Don't pat Lindsay on the shoulder from behind, or touch each other suddenly, so as not to scare Lindsay who can't hear the sound at all, and wait until Lindsay looks at him before speaking.People often have two sides, and perhaps Lindsay just pinched Morton's most vulnerable ankle.

Regarding Morton's question, Lindsay shook his head and gestured in sign language: "I'm already late."

"It's okay." Morton laughed, only mouthing but not making a sound, "I played too crazy last night."

Lindsay blushed immediately, and his earlobes turned pink. He glared at Morton: "It's working time now."

"Okay, okay." Morton sighed. This seemingly docile lover is sometimes very stubborn and more sensitive because of physical defects.He pulled Lindsay to sit at the desk, "Then let's talk about work, but you have to take a nap at noon. I hired a new chef, and the dim sum is very good, this time it will satisfy your appetite. "

Lindsay pursed her lips and smiled: "Then ask him to make some chocolate mousse first, so that I can give it to Teacher Zhong Min when I have class at night."

Morton tidied up the desk full of materials a little: "A group of new prisoners of war were just caught a few days ago, and there are also several enemy intelligence personnel. Lauter and Hovis are stepping up their interrogation. I just had a meeting, let Their security work in the city should be more rigorous, in case there are any loopholes and negligence, the system must also check itself."

"Horvis?" Lindsay looked a little strange, "He can do it too?"

"Why, you look down on him too?" Morton put down the information, "Lindsay, don't deny anyone easily, I think this flower peacock is not easy. The captain of the independent action team was captured by Laut as soon as he captured it." went."

"Independent action team? Is it called Lan..."

"Lanting. Hawes caught him and trained him. I heard that he is very interested in him. We don't want to intervene."

"But this man is valuable, Morton, and he ought to know a great deal."

"Laut tortured him for a long time but didn't get anything out, so he simply handed it over to Hovis. These have nothing to do with us, as long as the prisoners are put in the prisoner-of-war camp in the end, let them toss."

Lindsay nodded, rubbing between his brows.Morton saw that he was trying his best, and his face softened: "Tired? Go and rest for a while, why don't you go to learn painting at night."

Lindsay quickly waved his hand: "No, I promised Teacher Zhong Min that I will not break my promise."

"Really." Morton laughed, "Then you go to rest now. As the officer, I will grant you a special leave." As he spoke, he half-forced Lindsay into the inner lounge.Help him take off his coat and shoes, pull over the quilt and cover him.

As soon as he got on the bed, Lindsay was overwhelmed with tiredness and couldn't help but close his eyes.The surrounding area was quiet, and the sun shone in from outside, reflecting the delicate and smooth skin on his face, and the sea blue hair was soft and shiny, making him look peaceful and beautiful.Morton kissed Lindsay's eyelids lovingly, got up and drew the curtains.

In the evening, Lindsay insisted on going to learn painting, and Morton had nothing to do with his little stubbornness, so he had to send a car to see him off.Lindsay is serious about things, and since she wants to learn, she has to learn well. In the past two years, she has three classes a week, and she has never been late or absent no matter what.He seems to be very talented in painting, his use of color is extremely bold, and his level is advancing by leaps and bounds. Teacher Zhong Min even suggested that he can hold a small painting exhibition.Morton agrees with this suggestion. Lindsay is too cautious and autistic due to physical reasons. Morton hopes that he can get in touch with more strangers and make more friends.

Zhong Min has been painting all his life, and his hair has turned white.He was a strict teacher, teaching only one student at a time, and no one was allowed to listen in order to avoid distraction.Lindsay's painting skills are already very good. He usually finishes painting at home, shows it to the teacher, and then makes a little modification.This time I took a total of three paintings, a sunrise in the forest, a self-portrait of Lindsay, and a still life of white roses placed on a black piano.Zhong Min looked at it from a distance, and said, "Not bad." Just as he was about to point out the deficiencies, Lindsay stretched out his hand and gestured: "I think there are still some deficiencies, and it would be better to add something." Then he picked up the paintbrush, On the black and white piano keys in the landscape painting, two falling rose petals were added.

The class time is very short, and Lindsay is in the process of drawing petals with concentration.Before leaving, Zhong Min signed in sign language: "The preparations for the art exhibition are almost done. If you draw a few more pictures, we can choose them at that time."

Lindsay nodded with a smile: "Thank you, teacher."

Zhong Min watched Lindsay's carriage leave at the door, and then returned to the house.He went to the window to look out, then closed the door and window tightly, drew the curtains, walked to the easel, and carefully unveiled the still life that Lindsay had just revised.In the lower left corner of the canvas, a note no wider than the width of the index finger was pulled out, on which it was neatly written: Lan Ting was imprisoned in Fancheng Prisoner-of-War Camp.

"Go in!" The jailer pushed hard and closed the cell door with a clang.Lan Ting staggered and almost fell, the handcuffs and shackles clanged, his eyes were dark and he couldn't see anything clearly.

Immediately afterwards, he heard several familiar voices: "Captain!" "Captain Lan Ting!"

Lan Ting's heart sank suddenly, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness in the cell, and he saw clearly that the people standing up inside were indeed his team members.When they were besieged in the dense forest, they had to disperse into several small teams, and they were on the same team as themselves.The enemy was chasing too closely, Lan Ting separated from them, and fired a few shots to draw the enemy to his side, trying to cover them and escape as soon as possible, unexpectedly...

A team member rushed up to support him, full of grief and disappointment: "Captain, you were also..."

This team member is Lan Ting's former guard, named Gaby.Lan Ting glanced at them, and it was obvious that they had suffered a lot, but their injuries were not serious, they didn't wear instruments of torture, their clothes were tattered, and they looked very tired.

The cell was very large, and there were quite a few people locked up there. Apart from the five members of the independent action team, there were more than 20 people, all of whom were disheveled and pale, and none of them wore instruments of torture.The environment is very simple, there is not even a bed, and about [-] straw mats are randomly spread on the blue brick floor.The air was turbid and disgusting, and there was only a palm-sized iron window above Xi Mian's head, which was the only place where he could see the outside.

Everyone in the cell stood up when they saw him enter.Someone who knew him stepped forward and stood at attention to salute: "Captain Lan Ting, Lieutenant Duowei of the First Group of the Fifth F Division reports to you." Then, everyone stepped forward to salute.The vast majority belonged to the Fifth Division of the FA, and only two belonged to the Sixth Division. Few of them had met each other before, and a few of them had even fought together.

There are so many comrades in a cell.Lan Ting never thought that so many people in the empire would become captives of the enemy, and he was both surprised and sad.He always thought that the highest honor for a soldier is to die on the battlefield and shed the last drop of blood. This is also preached in China, but it turned out to be not the case at all.Why were they caught?Why not resolutely resist to the end?Why not kill yourself?He ignored the salutes of those people with a cold expression.

Gaby looked at those fellow sufferers, then at Lan Ting, and hurriedly said: "Captain, have you been tortured? Sit down and rest for a while."

Lan Ting went to the other corner and sat down, away from the group of people.The members of the five action teams looked at each other and followed.Lan Ting endured and endured, and finally asked: "How did you get caught?"

Gabe swallowed, and said in a low voice with difficulty: "We lost our way in the woods. We wandered around all day, but we were still chased by the enemy. They have police dogs... Eighteen people, only five of us... ...the bullets ran out, we were hungry and thirsty, we were too weak...the result..."

"Surrendered in the end?!" Lan Ting's cold words pierced the hearts of every team member like a thorn.They all changed their faces and lowered their heads in shame.

The people on the other side couldn't stand it, and the man named Duowei laughed and said, "Captain Lan Ting, I don't think it's a bad thing to make an appropriate compromise. If you keep the green hills, you won't have to worry about no firewood."

"Shut up!" Lan Ting pushed back forcefully, "I'll teach my team members a lesson, and I don't need others to point fingers!" Duowei rubbed his nose, but didn't dare to speak out.

Lan Ting looked at his team members, wondering what it was like to be tumbling within five minutes.He knew that none of them were cowards, they had all been baptized in a long war, and they would never be greedy for life or fear death, but they still surrendered.What about yourself?If they are not locked here and become a prisoner, what qualifications do they have to say about them?The events of the past two days slid over and over again in front of Lan Ting's eyes like a movie.Being stripped naked, hung up and tortured, no matter how humiliating and painful it is, they can only bear it passively, and their personal dignity becomes empty talk.Even by that bastard Hovis...

Thinking of the crazy copulation last night, Lan Ting felt nauseous, as if being stabbed from below to the throat by an iron rod.Mom was right, he regretted so much, he should have committed suicide earlier!From the moment he stepped into the prisoner-of-war camp, he was already nailed to the pillar of shame. What's the use of living like this? !

He tossed and turned thinking about his own thoughts, gritted his teeth for a while, and blamed himself for a while.When the team members heard his reprimand, they already seriously despised themselves, and seeing that his expression was cloudy and uncertain, no one dared to speak out, and the atmosphere in the cell was dull and depressing.