It had only rained outside, and there was a dampness in the air, and the ground had not hardened, but it had been artificially trimmed, and the potholes were filled with rain. Because it began to rain last night, and the rain has not stopped until now, no prisoner labor was arranged, and the prisoners were arranged to let the wind out. The heavily armed guards wandered around purposefully, monitoring the movements of the captured personnel, and the black holes in the corners were ready to shoot at any time. The captives of China and North Korea chatted and walked lazily together. The South Korean soldier dragged him to the center of the camp, beckoned to the volunteer prisoner who was walking, gestured to him to arrange him in their cell, and left him and turned away. He was knocked and fainted. More than a dozen prisoners of war from the Volunteer Army surrounded him, and everyone carried him into the prison with all hands and feet.

The prisoners' quarters were large makeshift houses for two trucks, a bit like a storeroom, damp and dim inside, with a musty smell when you entered the door, and a large room with only two small windows. They put Liang Guocheng in a ventilated place. A Korean soldier came in from outside and threw down a worn military blanket. There were no beds in this cell, and everyone was a new blanket issued by the enemy army, and the old military blanket of the previous year was topped. Half of the auxiliary covers half, fortunately it is not winter, if in the winter of North Korea, only give an old military blanket, if the big room is not heated, it is not prepared, and it will freeze to death! Liang Guocheng has been unconscious, and he can feel his breath when he puts his hand on his nose. The tall volunteer soldier who carried him in, a man who spoke Shandong dialect, stood up and walked out.

"Company Commander Zhang, what are you doing?" The fighter asked, "Go to the doctor!" Company Commander Zhang found the infirmary and questioned the doctor: "We prisoners of war demand a minimum of humanitarian treatment!" ”

The two doctors could only see that Company Commander Zhang was angry from their expressions, and they couldn't understand what he was saying. I quickly found a translator to figure out what he meant. There was no anesthetic for the operation, and he knew that he was at a loss, but the winner was always unreasonable and had three points more.

The doctor glared and said, "What's it called?" What is it called? This is the hospital, be quiet! The Chinese are uneducated and uneducated. Just had surgery, so can you wake up so quickly? ”

The translator had only been operated on and had to wait a while to wake up. In order to reduce unnecessary trouble, he did not turn over his words scolding the Chinese. Liang Guocheng woke up in the middle of the night. It was pitch black and silent in the prison cell, and the prisoners of war fell asleep. He moved his body, and immediately felt the pain in his heart, and couldn't help but "hum" softly.

"Does it hurt badly?" Someone in the dark asked.

Liang Guocheng was carried in in a coma until now, where he is, with whom, he doesn't know anything, and he can't see anything at night. Suddenly, someone was talking to him, and he was startled and sobered up a lot. I remembered that I was a prisoner of war, and I couldn't casually leak the information of the troops and my mission!

Zhang Lian's trumpet is called Zhang Seventy, which means that his grandfather gave birth to him when he was seventy years old. He was a native of Liaocheng, Shandong, with a big square face, an upright personality, and a warm attitude, even in such a harsh environment as prisoners of war, he took the lead in organizing everyone, using the strength of the masses to fight against the enemy guards, and fighting for the rights that prisoners of war should have for his comrades. Of the thirty prisoner-of-war cells, he held the highest position and was the backbone of all the soldiers. The Korean soldiers gave them the deal of Liang Guo, who was too badly injured and remained in a coma. Company Commander Zhang naturally took on the responsibility of taking care of him. He asked the doctor why Leung Kwok-shing was in a coma, and the doctor told him that he had just undergone surgery, but he concealed two serious injuries and did not do it; No anesthetic was used for the operation. The kind man believed in it and stayed by his side all the time, When everyone else was asleep, he still sat half-leaning against the wall, closing his eyes as if he was asleep and waiting for him to wake up. Hearing him groan, he hurriedly got up.

"Hungry?"

Liang Guocheng did not answer. Company Commander Zhang understood that the newly captured soldiers were cautious, and besides, he had fainted when he was carried in by them, and now he woke up in such a dark night that he couldn't even see people's faces clearly.

Company Commander Zhang stretched out a hand and said, "Meet me, my name is Zhang Seventy, and I am the commander of the first company of the XX Battalion of the XX Regiment of the XX Division." It's a shame to say that he was knocked unconscious by a shell during the battle and captured by the enemy. ”

Liang Guocheng just politely reached out and shook him, still not believing him from the bottom of his heart.

Company Commander Zhang saw that he shook hands a little reluctantly, knowing that he didn't fully believe him in his heart. Smiled and said, "Hungry?" Tonight's dinner is stick batter, I'll give you a beater, do you want to eat a little? It seems that this broken country can only plant sticks, and no matter where the troops go, as long as there are crops in the field and all are sticks, it seems that they will not plant anything else! ”

Liang Guocheng remembered that he hadn't eaten for a day and a night, and he was indeed a little hungry. He nodded, and Company Commander Zhang helped him up. After a few sips, I pulled my throat and spit out a few mouthfuls of small grains of sand. He grew up in a wealthy family, and although the two enlisted soldiers came to North Korea to eat and sleep in the open air, and the conditions were difficult, the motherland was absolutely the best to supply the volunteers. He could not have imagined that there was sand in the grain. Phew, Phew! He spat a few mouthfuls weakly.

Company Commander Zhang scolded: "Damn Korean devils, mix sand into grain!" ”

Liang Guocheng shook his head and stopped eating, and Company Commander Zhang helped him lie down. He was injured and bleeding a lot, his body was too weak, he sat up and ate a few mouthfuls of food just now, he felt dizzy, his body was weak, he turned his intestines and nauseated a few times, his eyelids tightened, and he fainted again.

The next morning, an American jeep drove into the prisoner of war camp. The car stopped in front of the doctor's office, and got out of the car with ink in his eyes and a big nose on his shoulder that showed off his military rank of major; He was followed by a clerk-like soldier. He knocked lightly on the door with his horsewhip, and the doctor's assistant opened the door, and a pungent smell of antiseptic water mixed with the smell of medicine pounced out. He took out a handkerchief and put it to his nose, and the doctor turned his head to see a disgruntled glare at him, and he realized that it was rude, and saluted with his horsewhip and apologized, "I'm sorry!"

Doctor Tie Qing's face softened a little: "What's the matter?" ”

The major pointed outside and said, "The Chinese sent yesterday are not dead, right?" ”

After Liang Guocheng fainted yesterday and was captured, the enemy officers did not want him to die. I want to know how much information he has about them, how much he needs to change the position and reconfigure the firepower according to the information taken away by the two fleeing volunteers. But he was unconscious and could not be interrogated, and after a long time, he was afraid that he would die. Originally, he wanted the field doctor to treat his wounds, but considering that there was no place to hold him in the position, he was sent directly to the prisoner of war camp.

"See for yourself!" The doctor spoke softly, but he didn't have much affection for this untouchable fellow.

The major knew that asking the doctor again would not give him anything good, and smiled awkwardly and left the doctor's office to the interrogation room.

In the early morning, Liang Guocheng woke up and felt better than yesterday, at least his brain was much clearer, and his stomach was hungry. He wanted to sit up, but the three wounds seemed to be exerting force at the same time, and the pain was at the same time, and he couldn't help but cry out for a while! Company Commander Zhang helped him sit up slowly. The POWs got up; In fact, there were no beds in the prison cells, and each person had a shabby military blanket half covered and half covered, and his head rested on the little foundation that was exposed when the house was built in the cell. They seemed to be severely malnourished, with yellow faces and thin muscles, and they seemed to have lost faith in life as if they were captives, and they did not have the vigor of young people in their twenties, and they were gray-headed and gray-faced, and their eyes were in a daze, and they paced aimlessly in the prison cell, like a group of old men, a few beats slower. Seeing the newcomer Liang Guocheng, he just nodded expressionlessly. They were full of enthusiasm and responded to the motherland's call to resist US aggression and aid Korea and protect their homes and serve the country, and stayed away from the motherland to join the war in Korea. Now he is captured, like an abandoned child. Where is the Motherland, where are the troops of their own people, and where are the comrades-in-arms of the chief? Will you be able to leave North Korea alive? It's a question that revolves around every warrior's heart and asks himself repeatedly every day.

There is no dignity in being a prisoner of war! Breakfast sticks are battery, and you can eat dry anti-hunger in the morning and afternoon. Before he finished eating, he urged the outside to gather and distribute tools to participate in manual labor. Company Commander Zhang and the others were driven to work like animals, Liang Guocheng was lying alone in the empty prison cell, thinking that he had become a prisoner of war, his life trajectory had deviated from the direction, he had no future, and he was so seriously injured, could he go home, when would he be able to go home, and where was the way home? Everything is unknown and slim! He thought of his elderly parents, and was even more concerned about his lover Xiaoyu, who received a letter from Xiaoyu before the battle and had joined the army and soon entered the court, according to the date, it should have arrived before the battle began. Thinking that it was possible to die in a foreign country and never see his beloved Xiaoyu, tears burst out of his eyes. If it weren't for the image of a Chinese soldier being seen by an enemy soldier in a foreign country, he would have cried like a child!