"It's open, it's open—"

After a while, suddenly someone shouted excitedly, the knock of the iron cage sounded, Yang Zheng looked, the door of the prison warehouse opened, a rickety, walking very hard old man pushed the dining cart over, the dining cart on the top of the layer of a large pot of rice and a large pot of vegetables, the bottom of the stacked dinner plate, several military police at the gate whispered something, smoking, no intention to come up.

The old man pushed the cart to an iron cage, picked up a plate and scooped some food on it, and then advanced from the air raid under the iron cage, which held four people, and the old man sent four plates of food in, and pushed the cart to the next iron cage to continue the distribution, never saying a word, not even looking up at the prisoners in the prison.

Yang Zheng looked at this person in surprise, he looked like a yellow race, but several countries are yellow people, there is no way to distinguish their identities, and then look at the other party's hands and feet, it is a little difficult to hold a pot of rice, if it weren't for the wheels of the dining car, it is estimated that the dining car will not be able to push.

The old man was not fast in distributing food, the prisoners urged impatiently, hit the iron cage hard to make a clanging sound, and some people even scolded a few words, telling the old man to hurry, but the old man was tepid, as if he didn't hear it, and continued to distribute food slowly.

After a while, the old man pushed the cart up, fetched a meal and was about to push it into the iron cage, when Scar said impatiently: "Old man, there is a newcomer, fight more." ”

The old man didn't raise his head, as if he hadn't heard, Yang Zheng stepped forward in surprise and asked in a low voice in Chinese: "Old man, can you understand what I said?" ”

The old man who had just pushed the table forward was stunned, but he still didn't look up at Yang Zheng, and continued to eat, Scar wanted to get angry and scold a few words, Yang Zheng patted Scar's shoulder to signal not to make a sound, and looked at the old man with interest, although the action just now was very small, but it couldn't be wrong, indicating that the other party understood.

A person who can understand the Chinese language may not be his own person, but the person who was imprisoned thirty years ago is different, the person at that time did not know many foreign languages, and his own people are very likely, as a soldier, it is his duty to protect his family and defend the country, and he knows that his people are suffering outside and must be rescued, which is where the duty lies.

If it was someone else, Yang Zheng didn't plan to pay attention, at most he would have to take out some information, but if he could be sure that the other party was his own person, it was different, he had to bring it, thought about it, and saw that the old man was ready to push the cart away after finishing the meal, and continued to lower his voice and said in Chinese: "Can we talk?" ”

The old man pushed the cart away without looking back, as if he didn't understand, Yang Zheng was a little depressed, at this time, Scar came over with a rice plate, grabbed some with his hand and put it in his mouth to chew a few bites and swallowed it, and scolded in a low voice: "Damn, I don't want to eat this garbage for a day, and I must be crazy to eat it again." ”

Yang Zheng also felt that a person would collapse after eating this kind of oily boiled food for three years in a row, and it was no wonder that Scar couldn't wait to escape, but he just smiled, didn't answer, and grabbed the food to eat.

"What Mandarin did you just speak? You're not a local? Scar asked in a curious whisper.

"Baihu Village, I know a few languages." Yang Zheng said lightly.

"White Tiger Village? I've heard of that place, what's the name of the owner of the village? Scar said, looking pensive.

Yang Zheng said disdainfully: "There is no owner in Baihu Village, only a patriarch. ”

"Brother is really from Baihuzhai, otherwise it would be impossible to know this." Scar laughed awkwardly.

"If you dare to test Lao Tzu again, Lao Tzu will abolish you." Yang Zheng pretended to be angry and said, glared at the other party, and saw that the other party smiled, but there was obviously a little more trust in his eyes, so it was not good to pursue it again, and continued to eat.

"Your White Tiger Village is this." Scar gave a thumbs up as he spoke, and when he saw Yang Zheng looking at him suspiciously, he quickly explained: "I heard that you Baihu Village is a village to protect yourself, and even the drug dealer organization doesn't dare to be provoked, and it can be regarded as a rare pure land in this damn country, why did my brother come out and mix?" ”

"Poor." Yang Zheng said lightly, not wanting to explain too much.

"It makes sense, but anyone who has a little ability doesn't want to be poor for a lifetime, they all want to come out and fight, fight for glory and wealth, fight back, lose their lives, here, life is the least valuable, I will look back and find a chance to talk to the boss, the boss should be able to accept you." Scar said on his own.

Yang Zheng glanced at the other party, and could feel that the other party's suspicions had been eliminated a little, but it still existed, and he didn't say much, looking around and continuing to eat, he finally swallowed the rice, Scar took the overboard and stacked it together, threw it on the ground and said, "The old man will come to collect it in a while." ”

"Damn, there used to be fruit, but now there is nothing, the food is getting worse and worse, how can you live, if you continue like this, if you don't starve to death, you will die of malnutrition and disease?" Adi grumbled in a low voice beside him.

"Say a few words, no one will treat you as dumb." Scar said impatiently.

Yang Zheng glanced at the two of them, did not answer, leaned on the iron cage and pondered, after a while, the old man pushed the dining cart over, one by one the iron cages to collect the rice plates, and after waiting for a while, Yang Zheng saw the old man coming, out of politeness, picked up the rice plate and handed it over, and said, "You slow down." ”

The old man took the rice plate, didn't even look at Yang Zheng, stacked the rice plate on the dining cart, pushed the dining cart and continued to walk forward, Yang Zheng smiled depressedly and wryly: "Where is your hometown?" Maybe I'll be able to go out and report to you when the time comes, and it's a compatriot. ”

However, the old man pushed the cart without looking back, as if he hadn't heard Yang Zheng's words, Yang Zheng smiled bitterly: "Old man, since you don't speak, then forget it, I originally thought that if I was my compatriots, I would escape with me." ”

The old man still walked forward slowly, without any reaction, Yang Zheng saw that the other party still didn't care about him, so he could only do his best to obey the fate of heaven, and returned to the bed to lie down to rest, while thinking about a way to get out, but he didn't know the point.

"We have to figure out the pattern and the rules of guarding here as soon as possible." Yang Zheng said secretly, sat up a little irritably, and looked at the iron cages everywhere around, in which the prisoners were either sleeping, or holding on to the iron cage for exercise, or talking to something in a low voice, a violent atmosphere permeated the surroundings.

Yang Zheng could feel that the people in the prison were like a crater, which could erupt or extinguish at any time, and became like the person in the prison who wanted to see it first, losing hope and becoming desperate.

It's heavily guarded, it's almost impossible to escape, and I'm going to be as desperate as those people and die of old age in this damn prison? No, never!