POW camp

I don't know how long it took before the sound of leather boots stepping on the concrete floor came from the corridor, and a person shouted loudly: "Let the air out, let the wind out, get the fuck out of here!"

This was followed by the sound of keys banging, and the sound of cell doors being opened one by one.A short, fat officer led a jailer to the door of Lan Ting's old room. The jailer opened the door, and the fat officer shouted at them: "Get out, get out, his grandma's letting the wind go."

The people in the room suddenly became alive like a group of wooden and clay sculptures. One by one, they got up from the ground and walked out staggeringly.While walking, he joked with the fat officer: "Fat Eddie, why is it so late today?" "Where did you go crazy last night? Didn't you get up in the morning?" Duowei added: "I can't get up because of someone." laugh.

"Fuck your stinky mouth." Eddie leaned against the wall to distinguish, "I fucked someone else."

"Come on, you." Duowei refused to let go, and looked at other comrades-in-arms, "Listen to your name, you are the one who gets fucked!" Everyone laughed wantonly.

"Get out, get out!" Fat Eddie kicked them a few times, without much effort, and he didn't look too angry. It seems that they have been joking like this for a day or two. "Go out and squat, let me check the number!"

The prisoners shuffled slowly, and the guards kicked them from time to time: "Fuck it, squat down! A bunch of bastards!"

The prisoners were scolded and driven, squatting in two rows at the corners on both sides of the corridor with their heads bowed, their heads clasped in their hands.How can this look like a soldier of the empire?Just a flock of docile sheep.Lan Ting was trembling with anger, his eyes were about to burst into flames, he stood upright, clenched his fists tightly.None of the five players moved, they stood with Lan Ting.

Fat Eddie saw them: "What's the matter with you? Get out!" A jailer said, "New here, here, the middle one."

"Damn it, I owe you a lesson." Seeing that they couldn't be stopped, Fat Eddie raised his whip and waved his arms.

Lan Ting grabbed his wrist and twisted it.Fat Eddie yelled like a pig: "Let go! Let him go! Fucking tell him to let me go!"

This had never happened before. The jailers were dumbfounded, and it took a long time to realize that they rushed up and scuffled with the five team members.There was a sudden chaos in the cell, and the prisoners stood up one after another.Fat Eddie scratched his neck and shouted: "Come on, the prisoners are going to rebel..." Before he could finish his sentence, Lan Ting punched him all over his face, and crawled to the ground like maggots.

The sharp and ear-piercing police whistle rang suddenly, and the entire prison was alarmed, and the jailers ran over to support.Some prisoners of war joined in the melee, and many more didn't know what was going on, standing blankly.

Lan Tingzao was determined to die, using the iron cuffs on his wrists as a weapon, and knocked down five or six jailers in a row.Suddenly hearing three gunshots of "bang bang bang", everyone was startled, as if they had been cast under a fixed spell, and they all stopped moving.A group of jailers with guns took the opportunity to rush forward, shouting loudly: "Squat down, all squat down! Otherwise, we will shoot!"

Immediately there were three more gunshots, and the prisoners did not dare to move any more, and squatted obediently, covering their heads with their hands.Lan Ting caught a glimpse of an officer with the rank of lieutenant colonel striding forward. He gritted his teeth and rushed forward.The jailers did not expect that some people would continue to resist, and they all exclaimed in unison.

Lan Ting wanted to take the lieutenant colonel's gun, even if he couldn't, in this case, the guards around him would shoot him to death to keep the officer safe.Unexpectedly, this group of prison guards had already been well-trained, and they would never shoot indiscriminately without the command of the chief.The lieutenant colonel was Morton. Seeing Lan Ting rushing towards him, he smiled coldly and fought back with his arms bent.Lan Ting was originally comparable to Morton, but at this time he was weak and in handcuffs and shackles. He was not Morton's opponent at all, and he was knocked to the ground in two strokes.

The guards on both sides swarmed up and pressed Lan Ting tightly.Lan Ting's face was tightly pressed to the ground, his limbs were pressed tightly, and a pair of polished leather boots in front of him walked in step by step.Morton waved his hand, his eagle-like sharp eyes fixed on Lan Ting, who was erected by the jailer, and asked in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

Lan Ting didn't answer, and suddenly spit it out. Morton turned his face away, still furious, and slapped Lan Ting hard.Lan Ting took a deep breath, exerted force with both arms, broke free from the shackles of the two jailers, swung the shackles and hit Morton's head with the sound of the wind.No one could have imagined that this young man would be so powerful and ferocious, and there were several "clicks" of guns being pushed on the safety at the same time.Morton firmly grasped Lan Ting's wrist, and kicked Lan Ting hard in the abdomen.Lan Ting bowed in pain, and was pushed to the ground again by the jailer rushing forward.

Morton pulled out the pistol, opened the safety and pointed it at Lan Ting's head. His tone was not high, but it was tremblingly dangerous: "Don't you want to live?!"

Lan Ting smiled contemptuously, gritted his teeth and said, "Shoot, bastard!"

Morton's face was ashen, with a cold light in his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, a loud laugh came from behind him: "Oh, Captain Morton, why are you pointing a gun at my little heart? Are you Interested in him too?"

When Morton turned his head, he saw Hovis walking slowly over with a cane in his white-gloved hand, followed by the purple-haired Kelan.Hovis turned his eyes, swept across the faces of everyone, and finally set his eyes on Lan Ting who was suppressed by others. It seemed that he had figured out what happened at this time. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What's wrong? Could it be that my Has the new gadget caused trouble?"

"He wants to escape from prison." Morton withdrew his pistol, but after a few words, he regained his composure and said calmly.

"Prison break?" Hovis rolled his eyes and suddenly laughed exaggeratedly. "Forget it, Morton, who will believe you if you tell me. The sky is bright and the sun is in full view. He escaped from prison? Is he crazy?"

"I think it's crazy." Morton took a few steps back, "Why don't you ask?"

The jailer raised Lan Ting up, but this time he behaved well, and there were still two legs firmly clamping him.Hovis watched Lan Ting's blood-stained lips dazzledly red with interest, before asking for a long time, "Do you want to escape from prison?"

Lan Ting glared at him fiercely, gritted his teeth: "I want to kill you!"

Hovis turned cold, raised his voice deliberately and said slowly: "It seems that I didn't play you hard enough last night, I still have the strength to talk nonsense here." The meaning in his words is too explicit, and there are people around Many prisoners of war who knew Lan Ting took a breath in unison.

Lan Ting was furious, and hissed, "You fart!"

However, Hovis ignored him and turned to Morton, "Thank you so much, Captain Morton, for stopping his blind impulse in time. It seems that I have to continue training, can you take him away?" ?”

Morton glanced at them and said with some disgust: "Mind your things."

"Of course," Hovis said with a smile, "bring him to my office."

Hovis's office is on the top floor of the office building of the prisoner-of-war camp, which is completely in line with his personal style. The decoration is extremely luxurious, and the bright and transparent floor-to-ceiling windows allow one to see the situation on the playground in the prisoner-of-war camp.

The guards pushed Lanting in, and Hovis ordered them to back down.The wounds on Lan Ting's body were all open, his clothes were dirty, his handcuffs and fetters were not removed, and he tried to stand up.

For a long time neither of them spoke.Crane walked over lightly, poured a glass of wine for Hovis, and turned to leave.Hovis didn't drink, and slowly swung the glass, watching the amber liquor rippling in the glass.

"I thought that if you suffer a little, you will be able to be honest for a while." When he was not in front of the enemy, Hovis' voice was always low and hoarse, with an indescribably lazy taste.

Lan Ting sneered: "I'm not that kind of person."

"That's right." Hovis took a sip of wine, sat obliquely on the large desk, his eyes drifted away, "It was the same with you when you first arrived at the training camp. Other noble children are afraid of becoming the target of public criticism because of their status. Very restrained and low-key. Only you, arrogant and arrogant, showing your sharpness." He spoke slowly, as if recalling a very long time ago, with a faint smile on his lips.

"Come on, Hovis, I'm not here to listen to you reminiscing about the past." Lan Ting said unceremoniously.He didn't want to recall that time at all. He could have lived a fulfilling and happy life, but was suppressed time and time again by this hateful person in front of him, becoming a lingering nightmare.

Hovis shrugged his shoulders with a frivolous look, as if the deepness just now was just an illusion: "I told you that an appropriate compromise is very necessary. There is an ancient saying that a man who knows the current affairs is a hero. You make everyone unhappy, What's the use of it other than being beaten up and suffering a little bit?"

"Then what do you want me to do?" Lan Ting raised his voice with excitement, "I'd rather die than live like this!"

"Tut tsk tsk tsk." Hovis shook his head helplessly, "Lanting, you never know what it means to back down. This is a prisoner-of-war camp, not a battlefield for charging and fighting. There is no need to go forward. Prisons have prison rules. You can do it if you don't understand." Ask Duowei and the others..."

"Ask them?" Lan Ting sneered, "Do you want me to endure humiliation like them and live a meager life? Or talk and laugh with the enemy without a stand? Or be called around like a dog, squatting down On the ground, just to be able to eat and let the wind go?!" He spat contemptuously, "A bunch of cowards who are afraid of death."

Hovis' complexion sank, the smile disappeared without a trace, and his deep eyes stared at Lan Ting for a long time, even a little sharp.It took a long time before he slowly put down his wine glass, got up and walked to Lan Ting.

Lan Ting raised his head and looked at him.

"Coward..." Hovis whispered like a whisper, and suddenly shot, trying to grab Lan Ting's hair.Lan Ting subconsciously tilted his head to dodge, while waving his arms to resist.Hovis grabbed the shackles on his wrists and threw Lan Ting onto the desk with both arms.

Lan Ting groaned in pain, feeling that all the bones in his body were going to be broken, he coughed non-stop, just about to struggle to get up.Hovis rushed forward, grabbed Lan Ting's clothes fiercely, pushed them to the French window, and pressed down hard.

Lan Ting's handcuffs and shackles collided with the glass, making a loud bang.He lay on the big glass and yelled angrily: "Hovis, what are you doing?! Let the fuck go!"

"Let you take a good look at what a coward is." Compared with Lan Ting's hoarse voice, Hovis was at ease.The voice was indifferent and calm, and there was no trace of anger, but the strength in his hands did not loosen at all. Instead, Lan Ting's hands were tightly strangled together with handcuffs, so that the other party could not break free at all.The other hand grabbed Lan Ting's hair, forcing him to raise his head, and looked out through the glass window, "Look, those prisoners of war."

Lan Ting gasped for breath, and his breath drew white mist on the glass.

Hovis leaned close to Lan Ting's ear and whispered, "Did you see that? These are prisoners of war."

Outside is the only open space in the POW camp, the size of a football field.Surrounded by high walls on three sides, a double-layer barbed wire fence with electricity was pulled up.There is a watchtower at each corner, with machine guns on it.

All the prisoners in the prisoner-of-war camp were divided into three groups every day and came out for 10 minutes each time.The sun is very good today, and the dazzling sunlight illuminates all corners of the clearing clearly.

"This is the only prisoner-of-war camp in Fancheng, and it is also the largest prisoner-of-war camp in the Puman Empire. A total of 460 prisoners of the Ole Empire were held, 34 of whom were intelligence workers behind the enemy. They were arrested after being exposed and held here. The rest are all captives on the battlefield." Hovis' tone was flat, unable to hear any emotion, and his hot breath sprayed directly on Lan Ting's face, "According to your opinion, these people should all commit suicide. "

Lan Ting didn't speak, but gritted his teeth hard.

"But do you know what they have suffered here? Imprisonment in the dark, hunger, cold, disease; threats of death anytime and anywhere; no news of the outside battle situation, no hope of being rescued at all; There are often tortures, torture, and even rape." Hovis exhaled, "Of course, some people succumbed and were tortured to the point of collapse, but more prisoners of war chose to remain silent and refused to compromise at all. Say, are they cowards?"

Hovis tapped on the glass lightly and pointed in one direction: "Did you see that? The man in the wheelchair by the wall." Lan Ting couldn't help looking over, a middle-aged man was sitting in a simple wheelchair with his head closed. Eyes basking in the sun.The military uniform on his body was shabby, but the buttons were still fastened meticulously.He suddenly felt that this person was very familiar, looked at it for a while, and couldn't help saying in surprise: "He is... Fei..."

"Yes, Major Fisheron, the head of the Iron Blood Regiment. Many people thought he was killed in battle, but he was not, but was seriously injured and arrested. Just like you, the enemy wants to learn from him about our army's strategy in the Yanhe area. Deployed and tortured him cruelly. The enemy hung a high-speed rotating chainsaw on one of his legs and asked him three times whether he would confess, but he still shook his head, and the chainsaw fell..."

Lan Ting shuddered violently, the horrible scene made him shudder, and it took him a long time to ask with a dry throat: "The other leg is also... also..."

"Yes, that's right." Hovis' voice was unremarkable and unremarkable, but the more it was like this, the more Lan Ting's heart twitched, unbearable, "The enemy has treated him for half a month, sure He was fully conscious, so he was pressed into the torture room and used the same method."

Lan Ting couldn't contain the grief and indignation in his heart, hissed: "This group of beasts!"

"He is a captive, but is he a coward? Lan Ting? He didn't kill himself, and even tried to live. He said that as long as he has a breath, he will never die. He wants to live, to see the enemy surrender, and to see our victory." Hovis slowly loosened Lan Ting's hand, and said softly, "This is much harder than killing yourself with a single bullet. So I told you earlier that death is not the most painful and terrifying thing, In some cases, it is even a kind of relief. In the face of endless suffering and devastation, you can still maintain respect for life, confidence in victory, and have the courage to continue to live, that is the most difficult thing."

Lan Ting stood on the ground silently, with a dazed and unpredictable expression.Hovis took out a pistol from the drawer, opened the safety and put it in front of Lan Ting: "If you still want to die, it's easy, I'll give you 5 minutes." After speaking, he turned and opened the door and walked out.

Lan Ting looked at the pistol, as if seeing such a thing for the first time in his life, he picked it up slowly, took a deep breath, and aimed it at his temple.

As soon as he closed his eyes, he saw Fei Xilang leaning back on the wheelchair, basking in the sun with his eyes closed, that leisurely and peaceful expression.That is the expression of a person who has seen through life and death, has gone through vicissitudes and has a clear conscience, and will only show it after everything is done.Lan Ting gritted his teeth, and raised his hand suddenly, the gun went off with a "bang", hitting the ceiling.

Crane was guarding outside, and when he saw Hovis coming out, he quickly stepped forward and asked in a low voice, "How is it, master?" Hovis sat down, lit a cigar and took a puff, shook his head wearily, and just said: "No..." Suddenly, a gunshot was heard inside.Horvis shook his hand, and the cigar fell to the ground.He seemed to be thrown into an ice hole suddenly, the blood all over his body was frozen, and he couldn't hear anything clearly because of the buzzing in his ears.It seemed that it had been a whole century before there was a loud bang in the room. It was the sound of a large chandelier on the roof falling to the ground and smashing into pieces.At the same time, a group of guards rushed in in a panic, each raised their guns, and the leader shouted: "Director, Director, what happened!"

"Okay, okay, why panic?!" Hovis waved his hands impatiently, "Get out of here!" The guards looked at each other, seeing that there was nothing unusual, put away their guns and saluted Hovis, and retreated one after another.

Hovis rubbed his forehead with his hands, and only then did he feel his limbs were cold, and his fingers were trembling slightly, and he hadn't recovered for a long time.This Lanting!He thought bitterly, he had to get rid of him quickly, and if he stayed here, he would lose 20 years of life.