That night, as night fell, the rain outside the window became heavier and heavier, but the four Weiran people were driven with guns by soldiers outside the thatched house that could barely protect themselves from the wind and rain, and they generously gave everyone a

A bar of soap and a towel.

"We actually got a chance to take a shower?"

Clint looked around with great excitement. There were no prisoners of war coming out of the thatched huts around him. In other words, they were the only ones getting "preferential treatment."

"And only we got a chance to shower!"

Robert said proudly while lathering his whole body, "It must be the reason why they were more satisfied with the questions we answered during the interview this morning, and it's probably also because I am a black man. You know, black people can always succeed here.

Get preferential treatment.”

I hope you can still feel so superior later...

Wei Ran, who was also taking a shower, murmured secretly, and looked at each other with Zach. Then the two of them shook their heads slightly. They both knew that they might have had a hard time tonight.

It only took less than 15 minutes for the black prisoner Robert to start singing loudly while scrubbing, and then to scream too exaggeratedly when he was hit by a rifle butt while trying to return to the thatched hut.

It was only at this time that he and Clint realized belatedly that this bath might not be that easy to take - there was no hot rain in the sky.

On the other hand, Wei Ran and Zach, who had gained experience last night, after hurriedly washing their bodies, sat on the steps early, curled up their bodies, and sat next to each other.

"Victor! Zach! What's going on?!" Robert yelled and asked.

"Obviously, we are being punished."

Wei Ran held his prison uniform to protect him from the rain with his hands and loudly answered in the pouring rain, "Maybe it's to force Zach and I to write a confession, who knows!"

"So you still decided not to write a confession?"

Clint shouted and asked, and at the same time he sat down next to Wei Ran, imitating his example and holding up his prison uniform with his hands to block the heavy rain that hit his face.

"What do we have to repent of?"

Zach replied loudly, "We are just camera salesmen and beer salesmen! Should I regret that my camera's photos are not clear enough, or that Victor's beer is not delicious enough?"

"I really regret meeting you two bastard salesmen in this damn place!"

Robert, who said this, clearly understood Zach's hints and threats, and also hinted in his complaint that he would not reveal their identities as reporters.

"Are we just going to keep getting wet like this?"

Clint asked tremblingly. Compared with Robert or Zach, his figure was not strong. After a while, he had already started to tremble.

"Now we can only pray that the rain will stop soon!" Zach said loudly, "or be allowed to go back to the room!"

"If you have the strength, why not shut up?" Wei Ran reminded loudly.

At his reminder, the four people crowded together like quails. However, before they could put the prison uniforms they had held up together together, the two soldiers guarding them came over and waved their prison uniforms.

SKS or 56 semi-rifle, smashed them away with the butt of the rifle, and then kicked them to the ground.

Resisting the urge to kill the two soldiers, Wei Ran and Zach looked at each other, sat on the steps with a distance apart, held up their prison uniforms to block their heads, and looked at Robert and Clint coldly.

He knelt down on his knees very skillfully, kowtowed and begged for mercy in a very oriental way, and also uttered some more difficult words like "I repent" and "let me go".

The heavy rain not only took away the body temperature of the four people, but the pleadings of Robert and Clint were also replaced by English curses and "why!" asked over and over again due to the two soldiers' indifference.

As time went by, Wei Ran felt that his body was getting colder and colder. Not far away, Zach also started to tremble like himself. Only six or seven meters away, Robert, who was curled up, was already wailing without any image.

After calling "Mom", Clint also stood up and ran on the spot, trying to warm up his body.

Unfortunately, he had only been active for a minute or two when the hard butt of the gun hit him on the shoulder, and then he was kicked to the ground. Not to mention, the hard butt of the gun was still there.

He was hit hard on the thigh.

Amidst the jingling of foot bells, Clint's exaggerated screams, and the sound of the rainstorm, Wei Ran felt that his hands and feet were so cold that he almost lost consciousness. Zach next to him was not much better either. Look at him

With his sluggish appearance, he might lose consciousness at any time.

The raging torrential rain was on the one hand, and the sloppy rice that could barely keep them from starving to death every day was on the other hand. What's more, they had already been caught in the rain yesterday.

"Crack!"

Amid the dazzling lightning, deafening thunder followed, startling the people in the shower and those guarding them. Before the thunder subsided, Zach stumbled and fell on the steps.

"Zach!"

Wei Ran let out an exclamation and quickly moved over to try to help the other person up.

The fainted Zach was also like a signal. The soldier responsible for guarding them came over and kicked Zach. Then he reached out and tried Zach's nostrils. Seeing that he was still alive, he moved towards the four of them.

He waved his hand.

"Quick! Carry him in!"

Wei Ran hurriedly greeted him, and with the help of Robert and Clint, he carried Zach into the thatched house.

Just like yesterday, the floor of this thatched house was soaked in water again.

Zach was put down in a hurry, and everyone waited for the soldiers who came in to lock their ankles with the chains, and then immediately closed the surrounding windows.

Then they each lifted up a piece of floorboard in the dark and stuck it in the corner of the wall.

Before Wei Ran and Robert could lift the unconscious Zach onto the dripping homemade bench, Clint had already untied a tattered prison uniform from the low beam in the dark that he had only tied up this afternoon.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Quickly find our straw mat and hang it on the window!" Clint said tremblingly after getting the things wrapped in the prison uniform.

Hearing this, Wei Ran and Robert quickly asked Zach to lean against the corner, then bent down, fumbled to pick up the straw mat floating in the water, and used them to block the wooden window, blocking the last trace of wind and rain.

At the same time, a ball of fire also appeared in Clint's hand.

Looking through the light, Wei Ran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. What he was holding in his hand turned out to be a Zippo lighter.

"Slippers, I need a slipper for fuel!" Clint whispered, holding up the lighter with the flames constantly dancing.

Before he finished speaking, Robert took off a tire slipper from Zach's foot, shook off the remaining water and handed it to Clint.

Taking the slippers, Clint, who was shaking constantly, put the lighter that was still burning close to him, and patiently burned the wet rubber sole in an attempt to light it. At the same time, he kept whispering in his mouth, "

It's time to try what I said this morning, Robert, cigarettes, we need some tobacco, it might be useful, I believe Robinson will not lie to me."

“Hope it’s useful”

Robert, who was also shivering from the cold, waded into the water and walked a few steps to the edge. He also reached out and took out a pack of cigarettes from the low beam. He first took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, grinning and chewing it.

, and then gave one to each of Clint and Wei Ran.

When he stuffed the fourth cigarette into Zach's mouth, Clint finally ignited the slippers in his hands.

However, before he could put away the lighter, Wei Ran came over with a cigarette in his mouth and lit the cigarette that was supposed to be chewed and eaten.

"Hey you..."

"I don't think Robinson's method is useful. It's just a waste of precious cigarettes."

Wei Ran took a long puff of cigarette and asked curiously, "Where did you get the lighter?"

"Stolen during the interview this morning." Clint proudly showed off the lighter in his hand.

At the same time, Robert also found the enamel bowl that belonged to the fire, put the burning slippers on it, and then placed it on the wooden board in the corner. Then, he dug out another broken bowl and walked over to it.

He pushed open the wooden door, reached under the eaves, washed it randomly with rainwater, then filled it with rainwater again, and placed it on top of the burning slippers.

"We need...ahshee!"

Robert turned his head and sneezed, "We need to drink something hot to warm up our bodies."

"Clang!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was pushed open from the outside. Immediately afterwards, a soldier rushed in, brandishing the rifle in his hand, and gave Robert a vicious blow with the butt of the rifle.

At the same time, the soldier standing at the door also pointed the flashlight beam at Robert.

First, with a clang, the slippers and Wei Ran's rice bowl were overturned with a clang, and then the soldiers who rushed into the house began to beat Robert violently for five minutes.

Finally, he kicked the black prisoner of war to the ground. The soldier pulled down the straw curtain hanging at the window, waved his fist in warning, and turned around to leave the thatched house.

"Robert, are you okay?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be concerned.

"That bastard monkey knocked out two of my teeth." Robert bared his teeth and wailed, and there was even a cry in his tone.

"We...we have to find a way to escape." At this moment, Zach's feeble voice reached everyone's ears.

"Are you awake?" Wei Ran took the last puff of his cigarette butt and asked shivering.

"woke up"

Before Zach finished speaking, he slipped off the board and fell onto the bottom board that was already soaked in water with a crash.

"Zach, what did you just say?"

Robert, who was holding his cheek, quickly helped Zach up and asked in a low voice. Clint also came closer, almost standing on his feet.

"Help me... at least light the cigarette for me?" Zach said weakly, with a half-broken cigarette still stuffed in his mouth.

The cigarette was originally given to him to chew, but like Wei Ran, he refused such an attempt.

There was no other reason. Putting aside whether this method would work or not, he just wanted to catch a cold as soon as possible, otherwise he might still have to be dragged out in the rain tomorrow.

"Smoke this"

Clint quickly removed the cigarette case from the rafter, stuffed Zach with another cigarette and lit it.
To be continued...