Under the strict escort of more than a dozen soldiers, Zheng Fei returned to the dark and damp cell.

"Honestly, don't think you're competent, you'd better know who's the boss here!" the soldier glared at him viciously, holding a torch.

Zheng Fei didn't bother to take care of him, grabbed a handful of dry grass and wiped the blood on his hands, and after the soldiers left, he lay down in the corner and rested.

Jims was woken up by the noise of the soldiers, rubbed his eyes and saw that Zheng Fei was back, so he hurriedly moved over and asked through the stake, "How are you?"

"I can't die yet. Zheng Fei smiled bitterly, feeling that the stomach was swollen with the water that had been poured before.

"I said, are you really going to wait for death?"

"Of course not, let me be quiet for a while, I have to think about something. As he spoke, Zheng Fei let out a breath, turned his head to look at the moon outside the small window, and closed his eyes.

The three elements of prison breaking, understand the layout, master the rules, and look for foreign aid.

Of these three, none of them are accounted for at present, and it takes time to slowly explore, and one month is enough.

Although he got into trouble, he didn't regret taking out the treasure in the castle to show off, on the contrary, he thought it was funny, and the first time he went to prison was very exciting, and he had long wanted to have a hearty escape.

Thinking about it, he fell asleep after being tossed all night, and fell asleep with a smile.

The next day, in the early hours of the morning.

After only a few hours of sleep, he woke up to the sound of the soldiers' drills, strangely energetic and full of energy.

Prick up your ears and listen, the soldiers seemed to be shouting slogans, presumably long live the king or something, which was a compulsory lesson for them every morning.

When it was dawn, he could see where he was, the cell.

Withered grass is everywhere, a small mouse slips by, the damp walls are covered with mildew, and disgusting sewage is everywhere, and the environment is even worse than the Amazon jungle where several battles have been fought.

He leaned over the window and looked out, and all he could see was a clearing and two watchtowers, and, of course, the soldiers bragging and chatting on them.

The window is too small and the angle of view is limited, and if you want to find out the layout and rules of this fortress, you must have the opportunity to go out, and you must go out during the day, and you can't see anything at night.

In order not to let his physical abilities decrease, he did two hundred push-ups and then did a handstand to promote blood circulation.

After about five minutes, he heard the sound of gurgling footsteps, not like a soldier's, for it was not so shaky, slow, and sounded like an old man.

While he was conjecturing, he saw a man appear at the door, upside down, of course, and then heard the man say in an old voice, "Hey, great boy, it's time for breakfast." ”

His feet hit the ground, and he was able to see the man's face.

Sure enough, it was an old man, with a gray beard and many wrinkles on his face, perhaps because he was used to seeing the darkness in prison, and his eyes were dull.

Zheng Fei walked over and picked up the food he had been distributed, which was a piece of moldy bread and a bowl of water, which was salt water.

"Is there porridge?" he seemed to be joking, but not like a joke.

The old man pouted and said, "Yes, delicious lobster and seashell porridge, but if you want to drink it, you have to wait, I have to go to the royal restaurant first and bring you a bowl from the royal banquet." ”

ridiculed, with some sympathy and sarcasm in his tone.

"What's for lunch?" Zheng Fei took a bite of the mold and didn't care, the Foreign Legion forced him to survive, no matter how hard the food was to swallow, he had to eat it, even the raw rat meat.

"There is no lunch, but there is dinner, just like this one. The old man stood up and prepared to go to the next cell.

Zheng Fei frowned and said, "How did the prisoner survive if he only ate bread and salt water every day, and lacked the necessary nutrients?"

"Remember, this is not a refugee camp, and no one cares if you live or die. The old man sighed, probably because he couldn't bear it, and secretly took out a piece of rock candy for him, and said, "Every Sunday, there will be a meal with broth and vegetables, and I will try to give you as much as possible when the time comes." ”

"Why are you giving me preferential treatment?"

"Because, I don't think you're as bad as the other prisoners, just like the guy next door to you, Jims. ”

After saying that, the old man stopped any longer, and shouted as he walked, "Jims, get up and have breakfast!"

Zheng Fei chewed bread, staring at his side face that was not kind but not fierce, and gradually, he had some ideas.

The third element of prison breaking, looking for foreign help. Since if you want to find foreign aid, you must have a medium to contact the outside world, and this medium must be someone who still has a little kindness in his heart, and the group of guards and soldiers obviously does not match, then there is only this old man who delivers food.

You have to find a way to win him over, Zheng Fei thought.

After the old man left, Zheng Fei and Jims got together and asked, "Man, who is he and why is he here?"

"Well, the old guy who cooks for the whole prison is said to have been working here for more than 30 years, and the officers and soldiers eat his food and trust him very much. Jims chewed on the dry bread with salt water, and then said, "Make a good relationship with him, maybe he can bring you something delicious, look, I have a piece of meat secretly sandwiched in my bread, haha." ”

Zheng Fei smiled and threw the rock candy into the salt water to melt.

This is Blue Mountain coffee, with salt and sugar, this is the psychological hint he gave himself.

Half an hour later, something unexpected happened.

More than a dozen guards carried long swords and shields, shouted along the aisle, banged on the door from time to time, and shouted: "It's time to let the wind out! It's time to let the wind out!"

Hearing this word, Zheng Fei immediately came to his senses.

I never thought that this prison was still a bit humane, and there was a time to relax, which meant that you could go out to see the sun and breathe a few breaths of fresh air, and more importantly, you could touch the layout of the prison.

That way, things will be much easier.

"Don't rejoice too soon, man. Jims noticed his joy and reminded: "The so-called release is to let us go out to work as slaves, which will make you sweat and not let you take a bath." ”

"Whatever. Zheng Fei replied with a smile.

The prisoners lined up and moved slowly under the escort of the guards, through the dark aisles, down the dilapidated staircase, and out of the heavy iron gates.

In front of him was an open field, dotted with several watchtowers and a few large trees with dense foliage, which cast green shade for the officers to smoke and rest.

Stepping out of this gate does not mean that you have left the fortress, because there is a high fence outside the clearing, and there are many nails and glass at the top of the wall to prevent people from climbing with their bare hands.

The officer who pointed a gun at Zheng Fei last night stood majestically in front of the crowd and said, "One group moves bricks, two groups move wood, three groups knock nails, and the felony group is to be determined." ”