The cell is a bit cold and cold, and there is also an indescribable strange smell. Most of the cells in the world have this quality.
Qian Wubing walked in and took a deep breath. The place gave him a friendly feeling. However, the originally arrogant prison guard next to him became slightly uneasy when he saw Qian Wubing's action.
Since the cell was established, no such noble person has ever entered. This wouldn't... wouldn't it be a little offensive to this gentleman?
"Who among you has the highest military rank?" He said calmly. Although there were no Spanish soldiers around him, there was no big problem in translating these simple words.
A somewhat embarrassed guy stood up, faced Qian Wubing, and chatted a lot.
Qian Wubing was not interested in having a good chat with him here. This cell was friendly and friendly, but the smell was too unpleasant.
"Clean him up and bring him outside. Also, have someone go to the boat and ask Luca to send a smarter guy to interpret!"
His eyes slowly moved around the cell, then turned and left.
"This is a general, at least a general. Didn't you see that those Ming soldiers didn't even blink?"
"It's over. Will he kill us? I heard that the Chinese have the habit of killing prisoners. I don't want to die!"
"Don't howl, didn't you see Major Hart following him out? He will definitely fight for everyone's right to live. We have not failed in this war!"
The whispers in the cell fell into Hart's ears. Hart straightened out his wet military uniform with an expressionless expression, and followed the two Ming soldiers out. He was a soldier who was very particular about appearance.
Even as a prisoner of war at this moment, he must maintain the upbringing of a civilized man and the dignity of a soldier in front of the enemy.
He had seen enough things along the way from the sea to the prison. At least, he had no doubt that His Excellency Saint Anzi said that their opponent was a civilized man. He was not a civilized man.
How could it be possible to use firearms on such a large scale? How could it be possible to build a capital ship that was almost twice as fast as one's own battleship? If they were barbarians, a few canoes would be enough for them, right?
Therefore, he is not too worried about his life safety. Especially, he knows that the Spanish expeditionary fleet behind him is not the loser of this war, which makes him confident. Yes, he became a prisoner of war, but,
That's because his luck is too bad. This is God's will and has nothing to do with him personally.
The soldiers of the Ming Dynasty next to him were wearing ridiculous red military uniforms, with some long and narrow waist knives hanging from their waists. These waist knives seemed to be more decorative than functional. However, he did not mean to make fun of him at the moment.
Even if these Ming people were all equipped with such weapons, the powerful artillery on their main ships alone was enough to gain his respect.
He was taken to a bathroom. Under the watch of several men, Hart took the most embarrassing bath in his life. No one explained to him why, but he made up his mind to wait until he saw Ming Guo.
When he was a general, he would definitely use this matter as a bargaining chip to talk to the other party properly. Even though he is now a prisoner of war, he still has his own dignity.
By the time he saw the young officer again, it was almost an hour later. Next to the young officer, stood a Ming officer who looked like one of his compatriots.
"I am Benson, Chief of the Hundred Households of the Imperial Guards of the Ming Dynasty, and I will serve as the translator for this meeting!"
This guy with a mustache looked at him expressionlessly and spoke words he was familiar with.
"Spanish Navy Lieutenant Colonel Hart, Mr. Benson, have I seen you somewhere?" Although he was somewhat disdainful of these compatriots who had sold themselves to the Ming Empire camp, the familiarity of this person still made Hart ask this question
One sentence.
Every word he said was translated by Benson. It was the first time he did such a thing. Benson did not dare to conceal or mislead at all. This was a war between the Ming Empire and his former mother country. His status was already somewhat
Awkward and a bit sensitive.
"Tell him, it doesn't matter!" Qian Wubing sat on the chair and ordered Benson.
"I once served in the Spanish Far East Fleet!" Benson replied somewhat stiffly.
"He is indeed a traitor!" Hart snorted, his disdain suddenly rising, and he no longer looked at him, but looked at the Ming officer in front of him.
"The person you are talking to is His Excellency Qian Wubing, General of the Imperial Guard of the Ming Empire, Lord of Dongfan, leader of the Liqian people, and master of the Four Seas Fleet!"
"Except for my name and rank, I will not reveal any military information about our fleet!" Hart looked at Benson with some provocation: "Perhaps, the information Mr. Benson previously obtained in the Far East Fleet can no longer satisfy this requirement.
Your Excellency, the general, needs it!"
"I didn't mean to know your information!" Qian Wubing shook his head: "If I wanted to know that, you wouldn't be here. That rancid and damp cell is more suitable for obtaining this information, are you right?
"
Qian Wubing doesn't want to see this guy feeling so good about himself. You blocked the door before I even asked. How do you ask me to ask!?
"That's naturally the best!" When Hart saw this young Ming Dynasty general, he didn't get angry and felt more at ease: "Your Excellency, General, as an officer of the Spanish Navy, he became a prisoner of war in this war.
, I have completed my mission, General, please agree with this!"
Qian Wubing nodded.
"Then, I ask you to give me and my soldiers the respect that a soldier deserves, clean clothes, food, and clean water. After all, the war has nothing to do with us anymore, don't you think so?"
Qian Wubing ignored him, turned to Benson and asked, "I heard that you are studying the culture of our Ming Dynasty recently. Are you planning to become a civil servant after you finish your military attaché?"
"You can never have too much knowledge!" Benson said seriously. He looked nothing like the drunkard who flirted with Grisha when he was drunk in the capital: "As an officer loyal to the empire, it is important to understand the history and culture of the empire.
A very necessary thing!”
"Oh, is that so?" Qian Wubing smiled and said nothing.
Benson laughed twice and finally told the truth: "I just asked Mr. Liu on the ship to tell me a story when he has time!"
"That's what I knew!" Qian Wubing laughed: "Did Chief Liu tell you the story of Qin's destruction of the Six Kingdoms?"
This military commander definitely loves to listen to stories and fights. If you ask Benson to listen to stories about talented men and beauties, then that’s hell!
There was a look of yearning in Benson's eyes: "The First Emperor of Qin was simply a greater emperor than Caesar. Listening to Director Liu tell me these stories, I wish I had been born a thousand or two thousand years earlier. In the life of this great emperor
Serve in the army!”
"Then there is a story among them. You must have heard about it!" Qian Wubing smacked his lips and looked at Hart in front of him with complicated eyes: "The story about Qin General Bai Qi tricking Zhao soldiers for 400,000 yuan. If you have heard about it,
After that, let’s tell Major Hart that we Ming people entertain prisoners of war not only with water and food, but perhaps with other things, let him see it!”