POW camp

When Lan Ting woke up, his mouth was thirsty like it was on fire, his whole body was sore and limp, and it took him a long time to hear a low voice calling in his ear: "Captain, Captain Lan Ting."

He slowly turned his head and saw Duowei looking at him worriedly.It turned out that he was back in the cell again, Lan Ting heaved a sigh of relief, he would rather not see the sun all day long, and he didn't want to see that hateful face of Hovis again.

Gail carefully took a bowl of soup and two black breads, and said, "This is specially reserved for you, you should eat something."

Lan Ting struggled to sit up, swallowed the bowl of soup and bread almost greedily, only then did he feel a little strength and a lot of ironing.He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, handed the soup bowl back to Gale, and said, "Thanks, I'm better."

The people around were all relieved, Duowei said with a smile: "Ah, you don't know how pale you were when you first came in, we all thought you were dead."

"That's not easy." Lan Ting was the kind of person who would hold on to prevent himself from falling even if he had only one breath left in his body.He sat up straight and quipped, "If I die, Lauter's bastards will be lonely."

Everyone laughed together.Last time, Lan Ting swept Lauter's face in front of everyone, and invisibly narrowed the distance between him and his inmates, and the previous estrangement disappeared without a trace.

Lan Ting made a gesture to gather everyone around him, his eyes were extremely bright in the dark cell, and he said in a low voice: "Our army has just won a major victory." He paused to make sure that everyone Listening intently, he said slowly, "It's Congling, we captured Congling."

Everyone let out a low exclamation, and their joy was beyond words.Duowei spat out the straw in his mouth and said, "Is the news reliable?"

Lan Ting pondered and said: "It should be quite reliable, and it is very likely that the enemies in the Changhe area have not kept it. I guess, Fancheng is about to fall."

Everyone was encouraged, their spirits lifted, and they began to whisper.

Lan Ting waited for a while until everyone calmed down again, and said in a low voice: "We have to find a way to tell everyone in the prisoner-of-war camp this news." Duowei immediately said: "It's easy, we have already formed a whole set of contact methods , There are many ways to convey the message.”

Lan Ting shook his head: "That's the only way to go. Now we are just a mess, we must really unite."

Duowei looked solemn: "Captain, what do you mean..."

Lan Ting took a deep breath and said: "This is the largest prisoner-of-war camp in the Puman Empire. There are more than 1000 prisoners of war in it, and we have more than 1000 people in Area C. More than [-] is not a small number. It is enough to fight a big counterattack, and the brothers on the battlefield bleed to death, are we just waiting here silently?"

Duowei clenched his fist with one hand and struck hard in the air: "Captain, you are right!"

Gail frowned: "But we are locked up here, with bare hands, what can we do?"

"That's why we have to unite and be ready to attack at any time." Lan Ting looked firm, "Maybe we don't need us, and our comrades in arms will soon capture Fancheng; or maybe the enemy is vicious after defeat, and we will all be executed tomorrow. But no matter what, we have to do our best, even at the last moment, to fight the enemy to the end!"

The prisoners did everything they could to get the news to everyone in the camp.Although there is no evidence, most people would rather believe this to be true.The prudent person cautiously talked to the jailer, and finally confirmed the reliability of the news.This is of extraordinary significance to the prisoners of war. Since they were locked up, they have not received a single bit of information from outside. In the endless confusion and fear, many people chose to be numb.

But the fall of Congling undoubtedly gave them what they needed most - hope.An imperceptible undercurrent flowed faintly in the prisoner-of-war camp, like a torrent under a thick layer of ice, gradually merging into one place slowly and quietly.

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... The light was very dim, and the shadows of the trees swayed in the hazy moonlight.Lindsay put all the documents on the table and carefully picked them up one by one.This is not, and that is not, an inexplicable anxiety gripped him tightly, and it was hard to breathe.Where, where the hell? ...

... A hand suddenly stretched out and pressed his hand firmly.Lindsay looked up sharply, and met Morton's angry eyes. Morton was yelling, yelling at himself, what was he talking about?say what? ...

Lindsay opened his eyes suddenly, and the hazy and bright moonlight came in through the window, peaceful and beautiful.He let out a long breath to calm down his overly violent heartbeat.Morton walked up to him and brought a glass of warm water: "What, did you have a nightmare?"

Lindsay nodded, looked at him a little shyly, and gestured with his hand: "I may be a little too nervous."

Morton smiled softly, lifted the quilt and sat next to his lover: "It's the first art exhibition, it's inevitable. But it doesn't matter, there will definitely be many people coming to see it."

"No, I just feel that my painting is not good enough, and I am afraid that I will be laughed at."

"How could it be?" Morton gently stroked Lindsay's blue hair, "Didn't Mr. Zhong Min say that you draw very well? You also know that he is strict. If you are not up to this level, he will not I suggest you hold an art exhibition."

Lindsay nodded, seemingly reassured.But Morton knew that he was too sensitive and cautious. As long as the exhibition didn't start, he would always worry about gains and losses.He simply turned over and pressed down, sucking Lindsay's round earlobe.Lindsay was ticklish and tried to escape, but was held down.Morton sticks out the tip of his tongue and gently licks Lindsay's ear.Lindsay shrank from the itching all over, panting unbearably.

Morton smiled lowly, lingering his fingers on his lover's face, and asked silently, "Is it okay?"

Lindsay turned her head, closed her eyes, and did not answer, but her body slowly unfolded like a leaf that had just absorbed water.Morton lowered his head and kissed his neck, licking all the way down, like caressing the most precious baby.

In fact, from Morton's point of view, Lindsay's worries are unnecessary. He has already distributed the invitation to all his friends in Fancheng.Although the war situation is not good and the situation is tense, the upper class still can't change the desire for comfort and pleasure in their bones. As long as the shells don't hit their door, who cares so much?Some very interesting salons are still open as usual. Attending this kind of small art exhibition is a good opportunity to get in touch with each other and inquire about news. What's more, the person invited is the famous Captain Morton with the rank of lieutenant colonel. You must know that this person has always been serious and rigid. There are not many opportunities to curry favor with him.

There were quite a few people who came early in the morning, whispering to each other and commenting on a few paintings.Whether it's true love or arty, after an hour, a third of the paintings were labeled "sold" in pink.It can be seen that Lindsay is in a very good mood, his eyes are always shining brightly, like sea water under the sunlight.Morton has always been by his side. Occasionally, when the other party speaks too fast, and Lindsay has difficulty distinguishing the lips, he will answer it considerately.

Teacher Zhong Min still looked serious, sitting beside him motionless, only waiting for some professional painters and collectors to come over, and reluctantly got up to say hello.

Halfway through the exhibition, there was a sudden noise at the door, followed by an abrupt voice: "Ah, I'm late, I'm really sorry... Well, there are quite a few people."

It was Hovis. Although Morton sent him an invitation out of courtesy, he was not expected to come.Looking left and right, this flower peacock has nothing to do with elegant art, unless it is the art of training.

Morton stood up anyway, and walked out with Lindsay.Hovis walked over with Crane, greeting various guests.Although Morton was reluctant, he still had to admit that Hovis was more popular than himself in the social circle.Women like the endless sweet words that come out of his mouth, while men like to communicate some skills in private. After all, the number of mistresses is also one of the capitals used by the upper class to show off.

Morton twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled, "Hovis, I'm so glad you can come."

"Why don't you come? After all, this is Lindsay's first art exhibition, and it's of extraordinary significance." Hovis only nodded at Morton, and his eyes were all attracted by the quiet and gentle Lindsay beside him, tenderly Said, "It's a great honor to receive your invitation." Then, he bowed slightly, stretched out a hand, and wanted to kiss Lindsay.

Lindsay looked at Morton in embarrassment, not knowing what to do.Morton stood in front of Lindsay unceremoniously, and pushed away Hovis' annoying hand: "I give him my heart."

Hovis shook his head regretfully and sighed: "Oh, Morton, you really don't understand people's hearts."

"Yes." Morton said slightly sarcastically, "Who can compare to you when it comes to being romantic and understanding?"

Hovis laughed. "It's too much of a prize. What's the use? I'll never meet Lindsay. Well, it's enviable that you're so close, even though you're not married."

"Soon, Hawes, I will be the first to send you a wedding invitation." Morton replied straightforwardly, and it seemed that he had been planning for a long time.He spoke to Hovis, and Lindsay couldn't see the shape of his mouth or what Morton was saying, but smiled primly from behind.

"Really?" Hovis gave Lindsay a meaningful look, "That's really congratulations."

While talking and joking, a few people had already entered the exhibition hall, and Hovis finally shut up and looked over one by one.He looked at each painting carefully, sometimes frowning, sometimes curling his lips, sometimes nodding.Lindsay was a little nervous, and quietly took Morton's hand.Morton patted the back of his hand twice, mouthing silently: "He doesn't understand, just pretend."

Facts have proved that Howes is not just putting on a show. He began to comment on each painting. He didn’t use many words, but he obviously got to the point: “This color is a bit flattering, but it’s very meaningful.” “Ah, black and white The yellow tone is very innovative." "The style of writing is very relaxed, not bad." From style to technique, from composition to performance, he actually spoke clearly and logically.Lindsay grabbed Morton eagerly, and when he "translated" with sign language, even Zhong Min, who was sitting motionless beside him, stood up, changed his impatience just now, and came over to talk to Hovis in a low voice. discuss.

Finally, Hovis walked to the corner where Zhong Min was sitting just now, and stopped.There is also a painting on the wall there, which shows a little girl in shabby clothes, tilting her head slightly, as if she is looking at something.The whole painting presents a somewhat dull gray tone, which is very inconspicuous among the large-scale paintings with bright colors and full strokes, and it is placed in such a corner, so few people notice it, let alone spend a lot of money to buy it up.People who can't understand paintings are usually like this. They like large paintings or strong colors, which seem to be worth the money. Few people care about such small paintings.

But Hovis noticed it. He stood there and admired it carefully for a long time. He was silent for a long time, and said in a low voice, as if he was afraid of scaring the little girl in the painting: "The eyes are so full of meaning." His expression is serious, his eyes are a little distant like longing, which is very different from the usual flamboyant him.He turned his head and asked Lindsay solemnly, "What's the name of this painting?"

Lin Sai gestured twice, and Zhong Min answered for him: "I hope."

Hovis let out a breath and murmured, "Hope. Yes, there must be hope first."

Morton was not happy. He felt that Lindsay seemed to have a tacit understanding with Howes, which could be conveyed vividly and vividly through the medium of painting without expressing it in words.He stretched out his arms to embrace Lindsay as if claiming possession, and said to Hovis, "Do you like this?"

Hovis asked, "How much is this painting?"

"Since you like it so much, I'll give it to you." It was Zhong Min who answered, and Lindsay nodded in agreement.Howes smiled and shook his head: "How embarrassing."

"It's nothing, I'll give it away if I say so." Zhong Min was as withdrawn as all gifted scholars, without asking for Morton's opinion, and told the waiter, "Please pack the painting and send it to his house." He obviously doesn't know who Hovis is yet, just one finger.

Hovis laughed loudly, and resumed his pretentious look: "Thank you so much." He raised his eyebrows at Morton flirtatiously, and whispered in a tone of mutual understanding, "Morton, you Got a nice baby."

Morton snorted coldly, and he didn't know whether he agreed or disagreed, but the arm around Lindsay's shoulder became stronger.

Hovis returned to his study at home, savoring the wine offered by Crane, and watched the waiters in the gallery put the paintings on the table.Crane handed them the tip and sent them out.

Hovis put down his wine glass, walked to the painting, looked at it carefully for a while, took out tools from the drawer, carefully unwrapped the frame, and took out a drawing behind the canvas.

Crane walked back, closed the door, and looked at the blueprint: "This is... the floor plan of the prisoner-of-war camp?"

"That's right." Hovis stroked the thick line outlined with a red pen, "This is the tunnel. After all, Morton came two years earlier than us, and he has thoroughly studied the terrain of the prisoner-of-war camp."

"Is it reliable? Why haven't I heard of it before?"

"It's not surprising. The prison break happened shortly after Morton took over the prisoner-of-war camp. He will definitely find out the truth, otherwise he won't be able to explain it to his superiors. It's not a good thing. Of course, he won't make a lot of noise everywhere. I just hope that this will happen." The tunnels are not completely destroyed, so that we can dig through them." He turned to look at Kelan, "You go to them, be careful, don't show your face."

Crane bowed and said, "Yes."