After dawn, captured Union officers and soldiers were trucked in and put into the sheepfold-like prisoner of war camp. Towards noon, Weiss roughly counted that there were more than 2,000 Union prisoners of war here, close to the number of an infantry regiment.

In the afternoon, dozens of Norman soldiers carried bayonets into the prisoner of war camp and drove everyone together, and then, several Normans who looked like men drove horse-drawn trucks to the prisoner of war camp, and the aroma of food suddenly diffused, arousing people's most primitive survival instincts, and the sense of resistance was weakened.

A short time later, a bearded Norman officer stepped into the carriage with a simple megaphone and announced to the Confederate prisoners of war in a fairly fluent Ulster that as long as they obeyed the arrangements and obeyed the instructions, the Norman army would guarantee their lives in accordance with the International War Convention. Next, they need to register their names, ranks, ranks, and unit numbers one by one, and then receive food.

The Norman officer's tone was cold and dignified, and at his request, Union prisoners of war lined up in three rows and passed the Norman soldiers in charge of registration in turn, presenting their military ID.

Despite not having eaten for a whole day, Weiss did not squeeze forward, but wrapped himself in a group of ordinary soldiers, silently following the line while peeking at the registration office in front. Those dressed as ordinary soldiers were to line up at the wagon to receive food after registration, while those wearing officers' caps and epaulettes were taken by the Norman soldiers to the Norman officer with short beards for further questioning, and then some went to the wagon like the soldiers, and some were taken by the Norman soldiers to another corner of the prisoner of war camp, where the Normans set up several marching tents and carried meals in another wagon.

After an hour, Weiss finally arrived at the registration location. He did not have an officer ID, but instead used a cadet card from the Deller Fig Higher Staff College and a certificate of appointment as an acting officer issued by the military. In front of the Normans, he felt that there was no need to shake off his old bottom for better officer treatment, so he only showed his cadet card. The Norman soldier who registered him had a not-so-good-looking horse face, and his expression was somewhat cold, but there was no obvious malice. Getting and opening Weiss's student ID, he looked at it curiously and asked in jerky Ulster, "What is this?" ”

"Cadet ID." Weiss replied, "I'm a cadet. ”

"Cadets?" The Norman soldier didn't seem to understand, he looked at Weiss, and then carefully looked at his papers, and finally figured out the situation, and quickly copied his name and other information in his booklet, and then asked: "Troops?" ”

"340th Reserve Regiment." Weiss replied.

"Position?"

"There is no position." Weiss replied without hesitation.

The Norman soldier crossed the list of registers, then returned the documents to Weiss and waved, "You can go!" ”

Weiss did not thank him, but silently walked to the carriage with the food.

At this moment, a Norman non-commissioned officer next to him suddenly shouted: "Hey, you, wait a minute! ”

Weiss stood still, turned his head, and looked at Cheng Biting Jin, who had been killed halfway, blankly.

"Documents!" The Norman sergeant spoke in a non-standard Ulster pronunciation.

Weiss lazily pulled his cadet card out of his pocket and handed it to him.

The Norman non-commissioned officer took it and looked at it, glancing at it, "Dellefig Senior Staff Academy?" ”

There was a huge gap between the Norman Empire and the Ulster Free Commonwealth, and this man's ability to correctly pronounce the name of the military school on his cadet card showed that he had a good grasp of the Ulster language. Although Weiss was worried, he still pretended not to care: "Yes, I am a cadet. ”

This Norman sergeant has a fox face and a pair of small eyes that reveal shrewdness. Hearing Weiss's answer, he sneered: "One of the best senior military schools in the Federation, ordinary cadets, is not simple. ”

Weiss didn't say anything, but his stomach was screaming very angrily.

The malicious smile on the Norman sergeant's face became even stronger: "Cadets of the Delefig Senior Staff Academy, deserve the treatment of officers, come with me, Mr. Clumber-Haisen!" ”

As a prisoner of war, there was no personal freedom to speak of, so Weiss had to follow him to the area where the Normans had housed the federal officers, the curtains of each marching tent were hung, and the federal officers sat on the ground, holding plates in their hands, silently eating the food provided by the Normans.

Weiss was brought to the carriage, which contained several metal insulated buckets and a large stack of steel plates and round cups with ears, and the Norman sergeant motioned for Weiss to pick up his own cutlery, and the man in the carriage then poured his plate with fried meat, pureed vegetables, baked cakes, and baked potatoes, and poured most of the hot soup into his round cup, and the soup noodles were floating with leaves and oil slick.

The meals the Union soldiers received seemed to be palm-sized scones and soup. Although the standard food treatment of the federal army is better for officers than soldiers, when they are also prisoners of war, the difference in treatment and situation will undoubtedly cause a gap between officers and soldiers.

It's a Norman ploy again!

Weiss saw this painfully, and he was unwilling to be manipulated, and wanted to throw the plate on the ground and stomp on it a few times, but what was the use? Can it arouse the fighting spirit of your peers? Can they get them to fight back? No, you can't. Most of the federal officers and soldiers here are wounded, and some of them even have problems taking care of themselves, and even if they are given weapons, it is difficult to have combat effectiveness at all, not to mention that they are now facing the enemy's guns and bayonets with flesh and blood.

After receiving the officer's "package", Weiss was placed by the Norman non-commissioned officer in a tent with only two Union officers. The two officers were also painted, but the injuries did not appear to be serious, and most of the plates had been swept away. One of them was of the rank of lieutenant, and Weiss had only been photographed a few days earlier, and if I remember correctly, he was supposed to be an officer in a combat unit belonging to the 25th Defense Division.

After sitting down, Weiss whispered, "Hello! ”

The two officers nodded at him in unison, their lips moving as if they had said hello.

Weiss was so hungry that he swept away the food from his plate. The soup was hot, and he sipped it as he struck up a conversation with the officer he had an impression of. Although the officer was reluctant to speak in the situation of being captured, he clearly had an impression of Weiss, and therefore did not resist too much. From him, Weiss learned that several defense divisions had launched a very unsuccessful counterattack against Scamor the night before, and that they had been basically crushed by the Norman army.

Another officer, wearing a captain's epaulette of the Federal Army, listened quietly to the conversation between the two men, and waited until the conversation between the two was almost over before interjecting: "Maybe we should gather our forces as soon as possible and enter the upcoming defense of Aocheng." Aocheng ...... Hopefully, this amazing city will help us turn things around. While a fierce defensive battle will destroy a city's buildings, when the war is over, a new, vibrant city will rise from the ashes. ”

The lieutenant was supposed to know him, and talking to him wasn't as reserved as he was when he started talking to Weiss.

"Aocheng should be a strong fortress, not a spiritual shelter. The biggest problem now is that we have not been able to slow down the advance of the Norman army along the river line, and the important strongholds have been lost too quickly, and they have retreated as soon as the battle has begun, and the morale is too depleted, which is very detrimental to the later operations. If you want to hold Aocheng in such a situation, the prospect is really not optimistic! ”

"Anyway, we're going to have to hold on to it!" The captain accentuated his tone and lowered his voice.

"We? Hey, Stephen, look, we're all like this, what else can we do but talk about it? The lieutenant set aside the plate and the wooden fork that the Normans had given them for eating, and spread out his hands with a bitter expression.

The captain scoffed, "You plan to stay in the Norman prisoner of war camp until the end of the war?" ”

"I didn't say that!" The lieutenant argued, "If you want to leave the prisoner of war camp, you must be patient and wait for your opportunity, and be careful enough, otherwise you will lose your life and many people." ”

"Of course I do!" The captain snorted, then turned his gaze to Weiss, "You're from the 23rd Defense Division?" ”

"Yes, I'm Acting Ensign Long Clumber Haysen." Weiss selectively revealed some of his identity.

The captain did not report himself, but asked, "What do you think?" ”

What do you think? You don't have to lie down and watch! Weiss muttered to himself, he pondered for a moment, and replied, "I was stunned by the Norman shells, and when I woke up, I was surrounded by Norman soldiers. In fact, my injuries do not affect the continuation of the fight, and I will return to the Federal Army without hesitation whenever I have the opportunity. ”

The lieutenant said, "Why shouldn't I?" ”

The captain looked at the two and seemed satisfied with their position and attitude. In a short time, three more captured Confederate officers were brought to the tent by the Normans, some of them more seriously wounded, some of them only lightly, and for Weiss these were all fresh faces, so he did not speak easily.

The Norman army's standard two-person tent, which could fit just six adults opposite each other, would have been too crowded, and no more "newcomers" would have been placed in. After their first lunch in the camp, a bespectacled Norman sergeant shouted in Ulster outside the tent: "Everyone put down their utensils and assemble!" ”

Captured Union officers, ranging in rank from second lieutenant to colonel, came out of their marching tents. When they stood in formation, more than a dozen Norman soldiers galloped from outside the prisoner of war camp on tall horses, and stopped in the center of the prisoner of war camp, looking down on the Union prisoners of war one by one. The Norman officer, who had grown a short beard earlier, quickly came to the horse and reported it to the leading commander. The man said a few words with a proud face, rode to the area where the federal officers were kept, looked around condescendingly, and then spoke. He spoke Norman, which the bearded Norman officer translated into Ulster on the spot. This guy is not verbose, mainly to warn the federal prisoners of war that if they want to be protected by the international war conventions, they must give up their dangerous ideas, follow the rules and accept the control of the Norman army, and as long as they cooperate unconditionally, he can ensure that everyone can return to their families safely after the war.

The admonitions and assurances given by this high-ranking Norman officer are believed by some and not by others. Weiss squinted and found that Norman officers' combat values, especially mental energy, were generally higher than those of Union officers. Weiss is not surprised by the characteristics of this group, a military autocracy like the Norman Empire, the most important thing is high-quality military personnel, on the other hand, the Ulster Free Federation with the spirit of freedom as the core value, the economy, industry, trade and other fields are particularly dynamic, although the military situation is lackluster, but as long as the external stimulus is large enough, and given enough buffer time, the federal army will burst out of incomparably strong combat effectiveness.

After opening his eyes and returning to normal vision, Weiss suddenly felt that someone was staring at him in front of him, and when he looked at it, he actually saw an unexpected "familiar face" in the Norman officer on horseback: the "national character face" who had visited the Gaston Military Academy with the regiment as a cadet of the Royal Norman Army Academy and lost to him in the wargame deduction project.

Weiss struggled to find the man's name, uh...... Seems to be called Sartre Dietern?

finally remembered the other party's surname, but Weiss felt a sense of melancholy in his heart. Although the "national character face" is not in a prominent position among the group of Norman officers, the status of the Royal Norman Army Academy is not inferior to the Gaston Military Academy, and when it was one of the 12 cadet representatives, it must be the best among its peers in terms of academics, and the future in the Norman army should be a smooth road. Looking at him more closely, the slim military uniform sets off his muscular figure, and the shiny gold medallion on the neckline makes him even more heroic.

Looking at each other, Weiss found that the other party nodded at him, and in those eyes that flashed with fine light, there was no contempt at all, let alone the pleasure of "revenge" - I remember the original game of wargames, he was quite annoyed by his unexpected defeat, didn't he hate his opponent at all?

When the lecture to the prisoners of war was over, the senior Norman officer did not linger long, but rode away. The accompanying officers followed in unison, but the "national face" rode his horse to Weiss. He looked down, Weiss looked up, and the two looked at each other for a few seconds from a distance of more than a dozen feet.

"Dragon-Clumber-Haysen......" "Guozi Face" accurately states Weiss's full name and adds "Your Excellency" after his name.

Weiss replied: "Olg Sutter Dietern...... Excellency. ”

"I thought we'd meet on the battlefield and then we'd go our separate ways." "Guozi face" said in a slightly awkward pronunciation, "I didn't expect it to be here." What a pity! ”

"It's a pity!" Weiss responded without humility or arrogance.

"Guozi Face" sighed, nodded at Weiss and said, "Then, take care!" ”

At this time, Weiss's mood was not so complicated, and he responded calmly: "Take care! ”

The "national character face" pulled the reins, turned around on the horse, and chased after the figures of his companions.

Instead of watching him leave, Weiss looked up at the sky and let out a long sigh.