"You didn't run away?"

The "national character face" looked at Weiss indifferently, and his expression was like a police officer arresting an old and frail habitual offender, angry and unhappy.

"yes, I didn't run away." Weiss replied helplessly. Last night, he was the hero who carved out a life path for a group of federal prisoners of war, but he missed the opportunity to escape from the enemy prisoner of war camp, which is indeed incredible. He sat up with his hands on his hands, looked left and right, and the non-commissioned officer who had carried him for a long distance last night did not abandon him, but lay next to him in a position with his back facing the sky, his face was blue and gray, and he had already lost his breath.

Looking around, as far as the eye can see, there are quite a number of fallen people wearing Union uniforms, and there are also many Norman soldiers who have been killed in battle. It can be seen that after fainting last night, there was a rather fierce battle here.

The "national character face" did not speak, and the two Norman soldiers next to him did not stand or walk, and the atmosphere was a little awkward. Suddenly, two gunshots rang out not far away, startling Weiss, who was sitting on the ground, and he hurriedly followed the sound, only to see two Norman soldiers holding rifles, skillfully pulling the bolt and loading, in front of the muzzle, the faint smoke of gunpowder was dispersing, and a Union soldier was lying on the ground.

After last night's night attack, the prisoners of war who failed to escape and survived were lucky enough to survive this fate......

Weiss turned his head and looked at the "national character face" with a blank expression. Judging by the collar epaulettes he wears, his rank is that of a lieutenant, which is not small, but not big. He had just stopped the Norman soldiers from "cleaning up" themselves, and then what? This prisoner of war camp seems to be gone, how should he settle himself? Transferred to other prisoner-of-war camps, or was he extra gracious and let himself go?

Just as Weiss was speculating, someone behind him was muttering something in Norman, and the expression of the "national character face" suddenly changed, and he responded in a slow tone. Immediately afterward, a Norman officer with a rank higher than him came to Weiss's side menacingly, stared viciously at the federal prisoner of war sitting on the ground, and then shouted.

"Guozi Face" translates on his behalf: "Major makes you stand up." ”

His head is no longer dizzy, let alone standing up, even if he runs fully armed, there is no big problem. He hesitated, then slowly stood up, turning to the unscrupulous Norman officer. The man was not tall, but broad-shouldered and stocky, and his green eyes stared at Weiss like a hungry wolf looking at his dinner.

As a fish, Weiss carried the dignity of a federal soldier and did not shy away from looking at him. Somehow, the Norman officer's eyes suddenly changed somewhat, he turned his head, communicated a few words to the "national character face" in Norman, and then frowned. Finally, he stared at Weiss's face again, left a word, and turned away.

The "national character face" breathed a sigh of relief, and said to Weiss in Ulster: "Take off your military uniform." ”

Weiss's eyes widened in surprise: "Is this to let me go?" ”

"It's impossible." "Guozi Face" replied word by word, "Take off your military uniform and work with the miscellaneous servants, you can live, otherwise you will ......"

The other party's omitted half of the sentence can be thought of by moving his toes.

The choice between dying generously or stealing a life in humiliation is not as simple as it seems. Weiss thought of his family and friends in this world, thought of the efforts he had made, and thought of the unfinished business, and he was unwilling. After a difficult ideological struggle, he compromised and endured humiliation and took off the blood-stained federal army combat uniform.

"Guozi face" doesn't even look at it: "Take off your boots too!" ”

Weiss kicked off his boots, barefoot, wearing only autumn clothes and trousers, like a plucked quail, standing pitifully in the wind.

"Guozi Face" said coldly: "Okay, come with me!" ”

With that, he led Weiss through the devastated barracks and up to a small mound. On the other side of the mound, dozens of men in suspenders were digging holes in the field with shovels and shovels, and several Norman soldiers stood guard with guns not far away.

"Buzz!" "Guozi face" called.

A man with a meaty face quickly appeared like a domestic hound, nodding and looking at the "national character face".

"Guozi Face" explained a lot in Norman, and at the end, he turned his head and lowered his voice: "From now on, forget your name and identity." You are a 'two-legged tamer' from the colony, you can eat whatever you are told to eat, you can do whatever you are told to do, and don't think about running away. ”

Weiss hesitated for a moment and said "thank you" to him.

"Guozi Face" snorted and left without looking back.

The man with a meaty face looked at Weiss coldly, didn't say a word, threw him a shovel, and motioned for him to work.

Digging a pit is one of the basic military skills that the federal army must learn. During his studies at the Bathton Military Academy, although Weiss failed to get an excellent grade in this course, it was more than enough to complete the basic tasks. He shoveled dirt as he quietly looked around his bib pants. Their hair is shaggy, their beards are messy, their bodies are dirty, as if they have not been groomed for a long time, the youngest of them may be only sixteen or seventeen years old, and the older ones are estimated to be around forty, and their facial features are divided into several categories: some have a round head, a short nose and thin lips, some have a long head and a high nose and thick lips, and some are in between. To the newcomer, who was shirtless and barefoot, they only looked at them with curiosity, without obvious malice or hostility.

These were the miscellaneous servants who served the Norman army. They consisted mainly of misdemeanor prisoners serving prison sentences and natives of the imperial colonies. Serving as a miscellaneous servant in the army, the former could reduce the time he served in prison accordingly, and the latter accumulated contributions in exchange for imperial citizenship.

Weiss knew this because the experts and scholars of the federal military had a deep study of the Norman army in the last war, including the formation of the army, the composition of the personnel, and even the biographies of the generals, which can basically be found in military textbooks and military history books (it is a pity that this thorough research did not carry over to the post-war Norman Empire). The concept of miscellaneous servants was born almost with the birth of the Norman army, and everywhere the Normans went, brave and good soldiers were always invincible, and behind them, hard-working miscellaneous servants played a role that could not be ignored.

For the whole morning, the sab pants were digging holes, with only a short break of about ten minutes. Together, they dug a pit larger than a wagon. When the pit was dug and some of the people were sent to the camp, the rest of the people continued to dig in different positions, but no longer digging large pits, but small pits just big enough for adults to lie into. Soon after, the overalls who had been sent to the camp returned with the Norman army truck, from which they removed the corpses, and the fallen Union soldiers were thrown into the large pit dug first, and the Normans were placed in the small pits dug later. At this time, hundreds of Norman officers and soldiers came to the camp, and they erected monuments to their deceased comrades with planks or stones, and fired guns into the air to mourn.

During this time, the meaty man brought Weiss a pair of ill-fitting bib pants and a pair of old boots, which he wore seemed to be indistinguishable from the suspender trousers around him, but whenever he looked up, he could always make eye contact with the Norman soldiers who were on guard.

Yes, the ancients said well, if you keep the green mountains, you are not afraid of no firewood, as long as you live with sound limbs, you can always find a chance to escape from the control of the Normans. Weiss quickly adjusted his mentality, digging pits relentlessly, sitting with the surrounding miscellaneous servants beside the corpses that had not yet been completely buried, nibbling on hard buns and drinking fishy miscellaneous soup.

On the first day after the fierce battle, there were so many corpses of the dead that the handymen worked from early morning to late at night, finally burying the remains of soldiers on both sides. Before leaving, Weiss gazed at the cone-shaped mounds underneath which buried the bodies of hundreds of federal officers and soldiers, including himself. But as fate would have it, he not only became one of the gravediggers of his companions, but also was in the company of prisoners and natives of the Norman Empire......

Rest in peace, brothers! For the sake of the country you love, for the spirit of freedom you believe in, you have done your best!

Weiss put his hands over his heart, bowed his head in contemplation, and said goodbye to these Federation soldiers in a unique way, who knew and did not know each other. After that, he put away his compassion, hid his fighting spirit, and silently followed the lowly servants back to his residence. More than 70 handymen slept in two large dilapidated tents filled with the smell of sweat and mildew. The meaty man, the foreman of the group of handymen, threw Weiss a blood-stained blanket and told him to find a place to sleep.

During the day, the handymen do not disturb each other, and they look like a group of simple and kind people. Weiss hugged the blanket, and everywhere he went, people glared at him maliciously or made strange noises that seemed to be used to drive away wild beasts. Seeing that Weiss had stopped, they laughed out loud as if they were victorious.

Weiss was a little annoyed by being ostracized and fooled. With the fighting skills he learned at the Bathton Military Academy, in a one-on-one situation, Weiss is confident that he will overturn the strongest here, but the situation is obvious, these people have been getting along for a long time, they are all in a gang of three or five, and if they really want to fight, they will never talk about chivalry.

What's more, the reason why he is alive is because the "national face" and the Norman major gave him a way out, and if something happens, he may be caught and targeted.

Seeing that every corner of the tent was occupied, the narrow aisles, and only the trampled ones were to lie down, Weiss simply walked out of the camp with a blanket, but saw the meaty handyman foreman carrying a thick stick in his hand, glaring at him viciously.

"Go back!" This guy actually speaks Ulster, and he's pretty slippery.

"Do you want me to go back and fight them, or let me sleep outside the tent?" Weiss asked rhetorically.

The foreman was not stopped by Weiss, but gave a sharp counter-attack: "Do you want to die, or live?" ”

Weiss gritted his teeth: "I swear, let me sleep outside, I will never run away." ”

The other party waved the stick in his hand and sneered: "If the oath is useful, will there be war in this world?" While I'm not angry, you'd better get me out of there right now. There's no place on the ground, and you won't sleep like a horse standing up? ”

Weiss choked on that. You M, a handyman foreman, can speak Ulster, forget it, this grammar is full of errors and omissions, but the head of the word is the Tao, it shouldn't be sent by God to torture me!