In the spacious, bright, and clean barracks, ten single beds stretched out in two rows. Each bed was covered with green thin bamboo mats, and thin sheets were folded into regular "tofu blocks" and meticulously placed on the beds.
Head. There is a table and a bedside table beside each bed. There is a thermos bottle on the bedside table, and a set of clean dishes and chopsticks on the table. Some of them also have a few books and a few copies of "Da Qing Daily".
There is a window between every two beds. It is spacious, bright and spotless. The glass is spotless and cleaner than McDonald's windows. If it weren't for the window panes, Xiang Xiaoqiang would have thought there was no glass.
There is a pot of crabapples placed on every window sill, and they all bloom beautifully.
Several prisoners of war are in the barracks now. Some of them are sitting on beds and some on stools. They are all reading and playing chess near the table.
All in all, the barracks were quiet, peaceful, and even full of harmony.
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked around the prisoner of war camp and sighed in his heart, this is not a prisoner of war camp. The conditions are better than his own university dormitory.
The two Beiqing reporters behind him immediately stepped forward, one carrying a camera and the other carrying a camera. They both aimed their lenses at Xiang Xiaoqiang, and then turned to the scene in the barracks.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two flashes of magnesium flashed, and the camera started to pan.
Looking at the prisoners of war, they all looked very nervous, their faces turning red and white, but they still lowered their heads and continued to "concentrate" on reading and playing chess.
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt mixed emotions in his heart. He took a deep breath and said softly:
"Brothers, you have suffered. Xiang Xiaoqiang is here."
As soon as he said this sentence, several prisoners of war in the barracks put down their books and chess pieces at the same time, raised their heads, and then said in unison:
"Ah, Sir Xiang, it turns out it's you!"
Then several people applauded in unison.
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt more and more uncomfortable. These young brothers grew up in a relaxed, normal environment in Nanming, where they did not need to lie. But now they are being trained like puppets in the prisoner camp... It is conceivable that this
How much humiliation and mental torture they have suffered for more than half a year! You can also imagine how many of them would not be able to bear it and resisted, and finally succumbed to various horrific punishments...
The two Beiqing "journalists" next to them were carrying cameras and video cameras, constantly taking pictures of Xiang Xiaoqiang in the barracks. The most important thing was that they wanted to take pictures of this superior environment, and Xiang Xiaoqiang had to be in the shot.
.This shows that the Qing Dynasty indeed provided the best preferential treatment to these Nanming prisoners of war.
And Xiang Xiaoqiang is the envoy of Nan Ming. He came this time to check the treatment of Ming prisoners of war. He is also in the camera, which can show that he agrees with all this. Whether it is true or acting, this is
Irrefutable facts. From now on, they will be excellent materials for both internal propaganda and external defense.
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt very sad. He glanced at the camera next to him, then walked forward and hugged his soldiers.
Although they were both like puppets, Xiang Xiaoqiang clearly felt the strong power when they hugged each other, and the heartbeats coming from across their chests.
…
"How's it going, brothers?" Xiang Xiaoqiang sat on a stool and looked at a few people and said with a smile, "You have suffered a lot these days, haven't you?"
There was sudden silence in the barracks for a few seconds. Then, a prisoner of war stood up and said loudly:
"No, Mr. Xiang, we have not suffered at all here. The superiors of the Qing Dynasty treat us like family members. I remember one time, I fell ill..."
Next, Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yucong sat there, holding back their nausea and suffocation, and listened to the "touching experiences" of each of the young men. During this period, Zheng Yucong couldn't stand it several times and wanted to get angry on the spot, but was told
Xiaoqiang coughed and stopped looking.
Xiang Xiaoqiang understands these young soldiers better than Zheng Yucong.
It's pitiful that they are forced to repeat lies. In any case, they are still in the hands of the Beiqing, so let's cooperate with them to complete the mission... When we return to the Ming Dynasty, are we still afraid that we won't hear the truth?
However, when Xiang Xiaoqiang silently listened to the obvious lies in his ears, he had a doubt in his heart: he and Zheng Yucong came here to take them back to Daming. They should all know this. But why did they have to complete it so meticulously?
The "mission" given to them by the Beiqing?
Although he couldn't understand it, he had a feeling in his heart, a very bad feeling. He couldn't put it into words, but he still had the feeling that everything was enveloped by the Northern Qing Dynasty.
…
After checking several barracks, it was already 12 o'clock at noon. At this time, the accompanying Beiqing officials invited Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yucong to have dinner in the officers' dining room, saying that a luncheon had been arranged.
Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yucong looked at each other and understood what the other meant.
"No need," Xiang Xiaoqiang said, "take us to the prisoner of war mess hall, where we will have lunch with our brothers."
To their surprise, several accompanying officials immediately agreed and showed them the way with smiles.
The two looked at each other again, and both knew what was going on. The canteen had also been arranged.
In a large long house of several hundred square meters, the aroma of food filled the nostrils. Xiang Xiaoqiang estimated that the Ming army prisoners of war would line up and pass by the window, and the prisoners in charge of preparing meals would be in front of each of them.
Put a few spoons of food in the basin... As for the food, it is naturally very good, at least it can't be worse than the box lunches in the Ming army.
But the sight before him really shocked him.
Under the cool breeze of a Taiwan electric fan, dining tables were lined up, with four prisoners of war sitting on each table. The dining tables were covered with brand-new tablecloths. In addition to a vase of flowers, there were eight dishes and a basin of soup on the dining tables.
The staple food is Xiaolongbaozi. In addition, there are Qing soldiers wearing aprons.
, wearing sleeves, pushing a small dining cart back and forth, which contained several large buckets of vegetables and soup. From time to time, a prisoner of war would wave his hand, so the dining cart would stop, and then the Qing soldier would bend down and look very kind.
He asked the prisoners at the table what they wanted to eat, and then added food for them...
Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't know what to say for a moment, so he raised his arm and scratched the back of his head.
This was beyond his imagination.
The reporter from Beiqing next to me lost no time in capturing this shot.
"It seems we paid attention right," Xiang Xiaoqiang turned to Zheng Yucong and said with a smile, "Eating in a prisoner of war camp is a wise choice."
Zheng Yuqing also smiled and said:
"Yes, I suspect that the welcome luncheon with them would not be as good as the food here. Haha!"
…
After having lunch with the prisoners of war, Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yucong were accompanied by officials from the Northern Qing Dynasty to check out other places in the prisoner of war camp. There was a happy scene everywhere. The general feeling was that this was not a prisoner of war camp, not even an ordinary prisoner of war camp.
The barracks can't compare. It's almost like a resort.
But after looking at it all afternoon, Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yucong also roughly estimated that there were only a few hundred Ming prisoners of war in the entire prisoner-of-war camp, with a maximum of eight or nine hundred, which was still short of the total of more than six thousand.
Very far.
Xiang Xiaoqiang asked to go on to see the camps of other prisoners of war. However, the accompanying Beiqing officials said that more than 6,000 prisoners of war were all here.
Zheng Yucong, like Xiang Xiaoqiang, stared at the serious officials of the Northern Qing Dynasty in front of him, wondering whether they had misrepresented it or whether he had misunderstood it.
Xiang Xiaoqiang chuckled and said:
"You are saying that all the more than 6,000 Ming Army prisoners of war are in this prisoner-of-war camp? Is this the prisoner-of-war camp we saw today?"
"Of course."
"What do you mean? These hundreds of people we saw this afternoon, do you think they are the total 6,000 people?"
A Beiqing official immediately corrected:
"Your Majesty, why are there hundreds of people? All the prisoners of war of your army are already here. There are more than six thousand people, including one. Haven't you all seen it?"
Zheng Yuqing squinted her eyes and said in disbelief:
"But these are the only few hundred people we've seen all afternoon!"