In a war, everyone must find a way to survive, whether they are men or women. Survival is the most important thing.
At least for Jason, he has been working hard to survive.
When fighting the Ming people, he witnessed with his own eyes how tanks crushed people into pieces. It was in extreme panic and faced with irreversible defeat that he raised his hands and surrendered.
Even in Chinese - before coming to Oregon, he lived in San Francisco, near Chinatown, where he learned some Chinese with some Ming people.
The reason why he learned Chinese was because, like many people, he had imagined the past of the Ming Dynasty. After all, everyone could live a happy life there.
But that was just a fantasy. He knew very well that Ming Dynasty would never let ordinary people like them immigrate to Ming Dynasty.
But he never thought that learning to speak Chinese would be useful on the battlefield - at the time of surrender.
"Perhaps, Chinese can also be used in prisoner of war camps."
After becoming a prisoner, Jason once thought to himself.
In the next few days, there would always be trains transporting prisoners of war on the Northern Railway, and along the way there would always be some Americans delivering food, blankets and other things to the carriages while the trains were replenishing coal and water.
When the train passed through Seattle, Jason once again squeezed to the small window and gratefully took something from a woman's hand.
When she took the bread from her, she heard a woman next to her say.
"Aunt, we shouldn't give bread to these cowards."
What?
Jason opened his eyes wide and looked at the young woman in confusion, as if he didn't understand why she was sarcastic about him.
"What are you looking at? Am I not telling the truth?"
"me……"
For a moment, Jason didn't know how to explain it. How should he explain it?
"Look, let me get it right."
"Juliet, you can't say that about them. They're definitely not cowards."
"How could it not be? If not, why don't they defend themselves?"
The woman looked at them as she spoke.
"Am I right? You cowards!"
It happened that the train started moving again at this time, and just when the people in the carriage wanted to argue loudly, they heard the woman's voice coming from outside the carriage.
"Mom, do you think what I said is right? If they are not cowards, they can defend themselves. You see, no one defends themselves."
At this moment, in Jason's eyes, that beautiful woman was simply the ugliest woman in the world. How could she say that to them?
What qualifications does she have?
Is it just because she is a woman?
No one cares what these people think.
During the rest of the journey, the further north the train went, the colder the weather became. As the train was running, the biting cold wind blew into the carriage from the gaps in the wooden boards. The people in the carriage shrank, waiting in fear for the unknown.
fate.
The train that had been running for two days finally stopped. Where are they going next?
However, when they saw the Chinese-style buildings through the gaps in the carriage, they realized where they were.
They have reached the northern territory of Ming Dynasty.
This is enemy country!
"Wow"...
Suddenly, the carriage door opened.
"Hurry up, everyone get out of the car!"
Under the shouts of the guards, these prisoners of war from Portland helped each other out of the carriage. Only then did they realize that this was a port.
These prisoners of war were then driven to a large warehouse near the dock.
"God bless, Ming Dynasty is also a civilized country, and they still abide by international law."
The reason why Jason thanked God was because the imperial army was far more civilized than they imagined. When they surrendered, they had imagined that they might be beaten or even shot, but at least so far, all this has not happened.
It didn't happen. At most, when I was getting on and off the train, I was hit with a gun butt because I was too slow.
While the prisoners were waiting blankly for their unknown fate, a car stopped outside the warehouse, and a captain jumped out of the car. He straightened his coat, and then walked into the warehouse.
As soon as they saw an officer walking in, the prisoners of war who were whispering to each other stopped talking, and they stood at attention and lined up docilely.
To their surprise, the officer actually spoke authentic American English, even with a Western accent.
"Gentlemen, my name is Guan Siming, you can call me Captain Guan. Although I am from Ming Dynasty, I was born in San Francisco, that is, San Francisco. Although I was born and raised in the United States, I am very shocked.
I don’t have any good feelings towards the United States and you. Many of you are locals. In the past few decades, you have kept saying that everyone is equal, but you have discriminated against us, the yellow race. You not only banned us
Purchase land, and exclude us from various jobs. To a certain extent, it is your discrimination that makes us...every Ming Dynasty person realize that the war between us and you is inevitable
, of course, this war was also started by you, stemming from the discrimination against us by you white people..."
While Guan Siming was talking about the causes of the war and their discrimination against the Ming people, Jason, like everyone else, was anxiously thinking to himself.
"Damn it! How long will this guy keep talking!"
However, Guan Siming did not continue to play. Finally, he looked at the prisoners and said.
"Well, now is not the time to hold people responsible for the war. After all, the war is over for you. Soon you will arrive in a new place and start your new life."
"hurry up!"
Soldiers carrying rifles on the pier kept pushing and shoving the prisoners who had just had a meal. While they were waiting in line to board the ship, the cold wind blew from the sea and they turned up their coat collars. The shivering people were curious.
Looking around.
The port was full of ships, including merchant ships and of course warships. On another pier, there were soldiers queuing up to disembark. They must be reinforcements from the empire.
As they lined up to board the ship, Jason looked around worriedly. Out of concern for the future, he suddenly shouted to the nearby sentry.
"Sir! Where are we going?"
Everyone looked at this short guy in surprise. He could actually speak Chinese!
The soldiers on duty took a few glances at the American soldier who could speak Chinese, a smile appeared on his stern face, and then two words reached their ears.
"Africa!"
Africa!
They are going to Africa!
The news spread quickly. Before people could adapt to the news, someone from the crowd who had just boarded the ship pointed at a merchant ship on the berth and shouted.
"Tanks! That ship is full of tanks!"
tank!
In Portland, tanks can be said to be everyone's nightmare, but in Portland they only encountered a few dozen tanks, but now? When Jason came to the deck, he saw merchant ships in the distance
The deck was actually full of tanks, dozens of them.
"Oh my God! California is over..."
Almost subconsciously, after Jason saw the tanks, he couldn't help but begin to sympathize with the defenders in California. In Portland, they were still fighting with people, but they only encountered tanks occasionally, but now?
That ship was filled with tanks!
The Empire has so many tanks. Soon, their tanks will rush through Oregon and occupy the entire California and even the entire West.
However, none of this has anything to do with them. After all, they...