Watch Fairy Tail Episode 168: Prisoner of War Camp
Episode 168 Prisoner of War Camp
The Beiqing official in the front seat was really panicked. He explained repeatedly and swore that this was either a labor camp or a prisoner of war camp.
Xiang Xiaoqiang asked coldly:
"Why are prisoner of war camps located next to copper mines?"
"This..." the Beiqing official hesitated nervously and said, "General Xiang thought too much, this was just a coincidence... We absolutely did not force your prisoners of war to do hard labor... We completely abide by this.
Relevant Geneva Conventions..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang sneered, leaned back in his seat, and said:
"Okay, if you say no then there won't be!"
The Beiqing official swallowed his saliva, felt a little more relaxed, and added:
"General Xiang, as the saying goes, hearing is believing but seeing is believing... We will be there soon. Just go and see with your own eyes."
Yes, of course I can take a look with my own eyes. Xiang Xiaoqiang thought to himself, aren't your intense preparations these past two days just to deal with my "sudden inspection"!
The convoy marched for a few more minutes, and came to a checkpoint in front of it. This checkpoint was very tightly guarded. There was a wooden house on the left side of the road, and a small bunker built with sandbags on the right side of the road. There was a machine gun in the firing port, and a flying flag on the top.
The triangular dragon flag of the Qing Empire. On both sides are endless barbed wires extending as far as the eye can see. Every 100 meters or so is a watchtower made of wooden planks. The Qing soldiers above are carrying guns on their backs and walking under the pergola. The muzzles of the guns reflect
Sunlight.
When the convoy stopped for inspection, Xiang Xiaoqiang observed carefully and saw two junior officers standing upright on both sides of the checkpoint. They were both a captain and three lieutenants. They were all wearing straight, spotless military uniforms, big-brimmed hats, and
Wearing white gloves. Even though it was summer, the big leather boots under his feet were polished.
The four poor young officers stared at each other under the scorching sun, their faces flushed with heat, heavy drops of sweat rolling down their faces, and their shirt collars were soaked through.
Xiang Xiaoqiang asked with a smile:
"What are they doing here? Are they specifically welcoming us?"
"Oh, no, no," the Northern Qing official in the front seat turned around and said with a smile, "They will stand guard here every day... Our Qing army has very strict military discipline."
Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't say anything, he nodded and smiled. How could such superficial skills to deal with "superior inspection" be concealed from Xiang Xiaoqiang? When it comes to this, these people are still very young.
There are four pots of flowers neatly placed in front of the wooden houses and sandbag bunkers on the left and right sides of the level. Xiaoqiang can't name these pots of flowers, but they are all beautiful and pleasing to the eye. But they are so incongruous with everything.
It looks like it was placed here temporarily.
A wooden sign was pulled out above the head, with several large characters neatly written in paint: Chifeng Prisoner of War Camp
This sign is exquisitely made, and it is spotless in this dusty environment. It can be seen that it was just nailed up.
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After a symbolic inspection, the convoy drove in.
As soon as I entered the camp, I heard a faint singing sound coming into the car window from outside. It was a female voice, which seemed to be coming from a loudspeaker:
"...Deerlang should be drifting, Deerlang should be drifting, Deerlang should be drifting, Deerlang should be drifting... drifting, drifting, drifting..."
Well, why is this tune so familiar?
"...Speak of Fengyang and say Fengyang. Fengyang is a good place..."
Oh, it turns out to be "Fengyang Flower Drum".
"...Since Emperor Zhu came out, there have been nine out of ten years of drought... The big families sell mules and horses, and the small families sell their sons and daughters... The slaves have no sons and daughters to sell, so they carry flower drums and travel everywhere..."
Hey! Listening to these lyrics, Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn’t laugh or cry.
It seems that there are really careful preparations here! What are you doing, reciting this old song from hundreds of years ago and preparing to embarrass yourself, the general of the Ming Dynasty, and Zheng Yucong, the princess of the Ming Dynasty?
The Beiqing official in the front seat did not turn around, but Xiang Xiaoqiang could tell by looking at the back of his head that this guy must be feeling extremely happy now. Amidst Ah Q's pride, YY himself was born into a person who did not need to be a "prostitute"
of dynasty.
The motorcade continued to drive slowly in, and the singing from the loudspeaker outside continued to come in:
"... Talking about Fengyang, Dao Fengyang, the people of Fengyang are suffering. There are many taxes, heavy rents, and the government is forcing people like tigers and wolves... The slave family has traveled thousands of miles, and there is hunger and cold everywhere..."
Presumably, Zheng Yucong also heard this song in another car. I don't know what her reaction was, whether she would laugh out loud.
I don’t know if this move was inspired by Guangwu or just a smart-aleck below. In any case, this is extremely ironic. Not to mention whether it is considered a lack of skills to play old songs from hundreds of years ago.
Didn't these officials of the Northern Qing Dynasty realize that just changing one word of the song "Fengyang Flower Drum" would be a tragic portrayal of the current Northern Qing rule in northern China?
Just change "Since the Emperor Zhu was born" to "Since the Emperor Qing was born" and it will be ok. There is no need to change one more word.
By the way, at least hundreds of years ago in Beiming, people who suffered from famine could still "walk around with a flower drum on their backs". In the Qing Dynasty today, if they suffered from a famine, they could only sit at home and starve to death. Because I want to
"Going in all directions" means there are roads to follow.
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The singing outside finished, and then there was some music, and there seemed to be dialogue between characters. It sounded to Xiang Xiaoqiang like it was from some kind of movie. But the sound quality was so poor, and the tweeter was so far away that he couldn't hear clearly.
of what.
At this time, rows of simple wooden bungalows appeared on both sides of the road, all painted brand new with white paint, which strongly reflected the sunlight and was very dazzling.
Then, Xiang Xiaoqiang's eyes lit up and he rushed to the car window.
In front of these houses are people. They are wearing gray cloth prison uniforms. They are brand new and clean. They are also spotless like these houses, which is very incongruous with the dusty mining environment.
What's even more uncoordinated is that these people in prison uniforms are all doing sports. Some are playing shuttlecock, some are skipping rope, and some are sitting together playing chess and cards. They are not sitting on the ground, but sitting on a neat table.
next to the table and chairs.
The houses on both sides are neatly arranged and stretch into the distance. There are so many people in front of each house, playing sports and chess, which also stretches into the distance.
Xiang Xiaoqiang's throat tightened, and everything became clear:
They are Ming army prisoners of war.
When the convoy passed by, these prisoners of war were still playing chess, playing cards, kicking shuttlecock, and skipping rope with their heads down... They were completely focused on it without even raising their heads, and they seemed to be very interested in what they were doing.
Every few houses, there is a table playing chess. It is not the prisoners of war who are playing chess, but always a Qing army officer and a Ming army prisoner of war. Both sides are engrossed in it, as if they are deeply interested. They are playing chess.
Surrounded by several Ming army prisoners of war and several Qing army soldiers watched, some of them were holding hands, looking very affectionate.
"I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it," Xiang Xiaoqiang said with a faint smile, "I didn't expect that the prisoners of Ming Dynasty would receive such good care in your prisoner of war camp... Not only did your guarding officers and soldiers not abuse them, but they also had a harmonious relationship with them.
Just like brothers... so real and touching!"
The Beiqing official in the front seat seemed very nervous. Hearing Xiang Xiaoqiang's words, he seemed to feel relaxed. He turned around and said with a smile:
"Haha... what are you saying to the general... Our army of the Qing Dynasty is an army of justice. Although your officers and soldiers are our enemies on the battlefield, they have laid down their weapons and we must be humane... Your prisoners of war and I
There have been many touching stories between officers and soldiers..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang said nothing and continued to nod and smile.
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At this time, the car stopped, and in front of it was a small building, which seemed to be the office building of the Qing army officers in the prisoner of war camp.
People in several cars got out. A Beiqing official in the middle car got out, opened the rear door, and Zheng Yucong also came out.
When Zheng Yuqing saw Xiang Xiaoqiang, she glared at him, curled her lips, and showed a disgusting expression.
It's disgusting, that's how it feels. Xiang Xiaoqiang also feels that everything arranged by Beiqing is extremely disgusting. But maybe they are not aware of it, thinking that it is perfect and touching.
In front of the office building, a Qing army lieutenant colonel and several officers were already standing in a row. Although they didn't know which one was Xiang Xiaoqiang, they already saw the only woman Zheng Yucong, and they all understood that this was Princess Nanming, and looked at each other.
Look, they all stand up straight, showing a look that is neither humble nor arrogant, but very dignified.
Zheng Yuqing also curled up her lips in disdain and walked over with her head held high. Xiang Xiaoqiang followed suit.
Zheng Yucong took on the airs of Princess Daming and said calmly:
"I am Princess Leping of the Ming Empire. This is the commander of the People's Guard of the Ming Empire, Count Xiang Xiaoqiang. Who of you is in charge here?"
The lieutenant colonel straightened his chest, glanced at her, and said calmly:
"I'm responsible."
"Very good," Zheng Yucong said arrogantly, "We have to meet with the Ming Dynasty officers and soldiers now. Please lead the way."