CHAPTER XVIII. Prisoner of War Policy 1
Naturally, both sides were reluctant to let go of such a large-tonnage five-masted sailing ship, and the reason was very good, but when they suddenly heard that the fragrant duck with their mouths had actually flown away by themselves, they felt very depressed, and they couldn't help but surround the members of the executive committee with the same hatred.
"Everyone, please be quiet......" Yang Minghuan had to wave his hands for a while to calm everyone down. This decision was made after discussions between the Executive Committee and various departments. ”
"Meow's is represented again, how come I don't know?" Someone shouted from below.
"That's right," Du Yande hurriedly waved his hand to stop the man's words. "We had a meeting at noon today, mainly with the participation of managers from various departments. It's for the sake of the ship's belonging. As he spoke, he pointed to the five-masted ship leaning against the floating dock, and several of the people on board were also watching from the side of the ship.
"We have just come to this new world, and the most we know about this world is only the things left in the history books, except for Mingzhou City, we are not familiar with anywhere. But these maritime merchants are different, they travel the sea all the year round, they are familiar with every port along the coast, and they know exactly where there is grain and where there are raw materials. The ship was built in partnership with eleven shipowners, and although the cargo loss was not large this time, several shipowners died. It's not impossible to detain this ship, but it will give us the hat of a pirate. ”
"Pull us down, hasn't the government already positioned us as pirates?"
"That's right, the reason why the government positioned us as pirates is because we seized the land of the Wu Dynasty, but we didn't harass the people or rob passing ships, and after a little time, we were able to be trusted by the people and merchants. What we want to build is a free port, because our existing ships and capacity cannot meet the needs of industrial production. If we can't meet the needs of industrial production, then we will have a problem even protecting ourselves. In this way, we have to build a free trade port to facilitate the flow of merchants and let them transport the materials we need, so that we can save our shipping capacity to do our own work. Today we did let go of a five-masted ship, but ......" Du Yande looked at a few ancient warship enthusiasts who were thinking on the side. "We have knowledge that is hundreds of years ahead of this era, we have industrial production systems and standards, and it is not difficult to build our own ships. And once this free port is established, are you still afraid that there will not be enough ships to get here? In addition, after today's interrogation, we learned about the situation in the vicinity, we have a salt pan to the north, and a trading port of Annam to the south. If there is a real need for ships, we can first occupy the salt works, and then acquire ships from the shipyard in the port by purchasing them. Isn't that the same effect? ”
"So is the ship really going back?"
Yang Minghuan hurriedly said: "Of course, we want to send it back, but we can buy some of the industrial raw materials and grain, and then order more industrial raw materials from them, and even provide them with escorts for a fee, all of which they have to pay out of their own pockets." Of course, we didn't travel through time and space to do a loss-making business. ”
After a lot of verbal battles, the talents of the navy and the trade group dispersed when it was almost dark, and almost everyone turned their heads to look at the five-masted ship, and their hearts were full of unwillingness.
"Why would I want to?" Du Yande faced Shen Bin's complaints. "Such a big ship, it can really do anything, and you can only return it when you get it, to be honest, there are very few such five-masted ships off the coast of China. Do you remember when you were in Minshu Harbor? There are lucky ships everywhere, big and small, and even the large cargo ship of Medeno is one size smaller than this one. ”
"If you want me to say, it's better to just click these merchants and occupy the ship." Shen Bin rubbed his fists and stared at the prisoner of war camp over there.
Yang Minghuan on the side waved his hand, "Forget it, we finally got a medium-sized Fu boat, which also has a displacement of about 200 tons." ”
"What's the solution? For the time being, this is the only one that can gag these people's mouths. Du Yande smiled helplessly and looked at Shen Bin. I mean, are you really going to brainwash those pirates? ”
"Of course, if we can't cut off the dependence of these pirates on these pirate leaders, we simply can't use these pirate captives effectively. That's more than a hundred. ”
"And how many days are you going to get these pirates going? We are now spreading a very large spread, and malaria may break out at any time, it is best to achieve results as soon as possible, otherwise it has not been done well by the time the official army encircles and suppresses, that is, internal and external troubles are coming. Yang Minghuan was a little worried, he hadn't rested much in the past two days, and his eyes were full of dark circles, which looked like a thin panda at first glance.
"It will work in three days." Tan Lian smiled and hit the package ticket.
Before dark, all the captives were gathered in front of a makeshift stage outside the prisoner of war camp, on which were several large pots, and in them were seafood porridge made from fish and shellfish caught by fishing boats today. Shen Bin was dressed as a chef and was standing aside with a big spoon, looking coldly at the few small circles in the audience. The prisoners of war formed themselves in small circles according to their own factions, and they were all circled by leaders such as fire chiefs. They hadn't eaten all day today, and now they were all working hard to get one for themselves when the meal began.
"First of all, let's choose the person who will share the meal. The people who divide the meals divide them into equal portions according to the number of people here, and now you will elect them yourself. ”
There wasn't even a commotion below, and a few leaders swaggered out. Zhong Bin stayed in the prisoner of war and didn't move, he was the leader, he didn't need to do it himself, naturally someone sent it up.
The leader, who had spent half an hour dividing the seafood porridge, was about to pick up the porridge full of seafood for himself, when he was suddenly stopped by an American with a gun on guard. "You can't take it, but you have to be the last."
"Huh?" A few leaders suddenly felt like a bolt from the blue, and they finally managed to row the "best part" of those seafood porridges into their bowls!
"This is the rule, the person who divides the meal is the last to take it."
"What is the rule, I'm the nephew of the clock......" A rifle butt struck him in the mouth at once, cutting off two of his front teeth. Honestly, that's the rule with us. ”
When have these powerful people who have been doing whatever they want on board the ship been treated like this? Several small leaders raised their sleeves one by one and were about to rush up to fight, but Wu Yong, who was in charge of vigilance, didn't say a word, and the muzzle of the gun was pointed at the sky, and the three shots immediately stopped them, and these little leaders had to stand aside in despair, looking at the porridge they had divided with hot eyes.
Then Shen Bin asked the wounded sailors to receive the meal first, and these sailors came up to the stage, but they looked at the few little leaders who were staring at them with horizontal eyes and did not dare to take it.
Tan Lian on the side smiled and waved his hand to Wu Yong, "Let them not stare at it." ”
Without saying a word, Wu Yong kicked these little leaders down and took them aside, and yelled at them viciously: "What do you see? If you look at it again, you have to be the last one to take it! ”
Tan Lian gave full play to the gentleness of women, and said to these injured sailors: "You have been injured, you have to recuperate, and you can take these thicker shares." As he spoke, he shoved the bowls that the leaders had prepared for themselves into the hands of the wounded.
Tears welled up in the eyes of the wounded. Although he was injured by these Americans yesterday, if it weren't for these people, he would have sunk to the bottom of the sea to feed the fish, but now, not only to treat his own injuries, but also to give himself such a rich porridge, usually even if he wins the battle for the sea lord, it is just a little silver, and when they eat the delicacies of the mountains and seas, they are just enough to eat. At this time, the woman who distributed the porridge immediately became a status with Guanyin Bodhisattva in their hearts.
Next were the ordinary sailors, they had quite a quarrel during the distribution, and even some of them did their own thing, but Shen Bin and Tan Lian ignored it at all, and only warned them that they were not allowed to fight, but secretly recorded those who had some forces. In the end, it was Zhong Bin's group of sea lords and big bosses, and when they finished receiving it, it was their turn to share the meal......
Zhong Bin was drinking this big bowl of porridge on the side, to be honest, these porridges tasted good, but as a pirate leader, when did he fall to the point of drinking porridge? I couldn't help but feel a little depressed, but the people had to bow their heads under the eaves, so they didn't speak, and a few stunned leaders went to these American theories and were all driven back. The only one who dared to do it was directly taken out by a guard and a short stick was thrown into three sections, and then his arm was broken. Under such a shock, pirates who had opinions had to silence themselves and drink their porridge honestly.
Liu Da'er could see something from here, these Americans were dividing them so that they were not afraid of the authority of the sea lord, but he was not too sure now, and decided to quietly observe for a while. But at this time, he was already quite far away from Zhong Bin and those leaders, and he ran directly to the side of the sailors with the bowl and chatted happily with them.
About half an hour later, the official show was considered to begin, and a few bright gas lamps were set up on the stage, illuminating the lights on and off the stage, and a lot of "Americans" gathered outside the warning circle, and many leaned against the piled up earthen wall to look down, completely looking at the lively expression. At this time, it was Xiao Mingwei, who was in charge of political work in the military group, a veteran soldier who participated in the counterattack against Vietnam at the end of the 70s, who knew very well how to make use of the contradictions among the people. At this time, Xiao Mingwei did not have his usual smiling and kind look, his face was full of bitter and angry faces, and as soon as he stepped on stage, he shouted loudly to the audience with a loudspeaker: "Proletarian comrades, we are late!" ”