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In the letter, he not only explained the details of the recent efforts of the British Minister Plenipotentiary to China to unite with other powers to intervene in the war in Qingdao, but also warmly invited Wang Mo to meet in Qingdao to discuss the handover of the leased land in Jiaozhou Bay. ◇↓◇↓ Small ◇↓ said,

Although the Germans had promised to return the leased land in Jiaozhou Bay when trading Fokker fighters, Wang Mo was very satisfied that the Germans could be so crisp and refreshing.

Of course, this was also largely due to the fact that Germany was simply unable to occupy and maintain a stronghold in the Far East.

"Yan Jin, you pay attention to let the lightly injured brother speed up his recovery, at least don't affect his ability to act, maybe in a few days, our whole army will enter Qingdao." Wang Mo instructed Yan Jin again, and then turned around and left the temporary barracks for the wounded soldiers.

As soon as Wang Mo left, all the wounded soldiers suddenly cheered loudly.

"We're going to Qingdao, we're really going to Qingdao!"

"In this way, Qingdao will be the territory of our Yimeng Autonomous Alliance Army in the future!"

"My cousin's family is begging for a living in Qingdao, and I don't know if I can see them then!"

"Qingdao, that's a big city with an open port, Lao Tzu has long wanted to see it!"

……

Almost all of the wounded soldiers were excited, and unlike the officers transferred from Hubei and Sichuan, these low-level soldiers were real native soldiers of Shandong.

Wealth does not return to the hometown, just like a brocade night walk.

Although the soldiers did not deliberately show off, they were still very proud and proud of the victory of the Yimeng Autonomous Alliance, especially in order to recover the national war of Qingdao.

As long as they think that they will become a member of the first team to step into Qingdao after recovering Qingdao, everyone is excited.

There was no need for Yan Jin's advice and care, and all the wounded soldiers were doing their best to recover, because each of them wanted to enter Qingdao in the best condition.

After leaving the temporary barracks for the wounded soldiers, Wang Mo returned to the headquarters.

Before he entered the gate of the headquarters, Wang Mo heard Zhang Wei's breathless and angry shouts: "What? What is called cabbage and carrots are not nutritious, and they still want to eat meat. What bullshit Geneva Conventions! Lao Tzu is an immortal, are they captives or uncles? ”

When Wang Mo walked into the headquarters, he saw Zhang Wei, who was furious, and Cui Zhengming, the commander of the third regiment in charge of the prisoner camp, who was being trained with his head down, and asked, "What's the matter?" ”

"Commander!"

Zhang Wei and Cui Zhengming saw Wang Mo walk in. Hurriedly stood up and saluted.

Subsequently, Cui Zhengming replied: "Commander, it's an English foreigner!" They are always making trouble, and they will say that the food is not good, and think that we are giving them pig food. This was an inhumane mistreatment of prisoners of war, and at a time they asked for contact with England. ”

"These English foreigners, one by one, regard themselves as uncles." Zhang Wei said angrily.

This situation was really much beyond Wang Mo's expectations.

In the final analysis, Wang Mo still did not understand the arrogance of the British as the world's number one power in this era, and they always regarded themselves as superior. Even after being defeated and taken prisoners of war, these British were paranoid about maintaining the pride of the British Empire in the face of the Chinese, whom they regarded as an inferior people.

Let's just put it this way, the British of this era are like the Americans of the twenty-first century, and even more. They regard themselves as world bosses and prefer to act as world policemen to maintain world peace. Wielding the stick of human rights, he rushed into this house and knocked on it, and ran to the courtyard to beat it. Of course, if there is no interest, they will not like to play the role of a righteous person who maintains world peace.

"Oh, really?" Wang Mo smiled coldly and said, "Then I'm going to see what tricks these captives who want to be masters can play." ”

After following Wang Mo for a long time, as soon as Zhang Wei saw Wang Mo's sneering expression, he knew that those English captives who wanted to be uncles were going to suffer.

But. In any case, the people of this era are afraid of Britain, the world's number one power, and it is difficult for later generations like Wang Mo to truly understand this.

"Commander, they're Englishmen. It's normal to have a temper tantrum. I'll take care of it, you can't afford to worry about them. Zhang Wei persuaded him euphemistically, he knew very well that the commander had always been extremely tough on foreigners, and he was going to the prisoner camp, and he was sure that he would really kill a few British foreigners who were making a lot of trouble, and then things would be big.

Seeing Zhang Wei behave like this. Wang Mo knew that although he had repeatedly told these subordinates that there was no need to worry about the British after the outbreak of the European war, it now seemed that they were obviously still influenced by deep-rooted habitual thinking, believing that Britain could not easily anger the world's number one power.

Wang Mo didn't plan to explain and emphasize anything on this point, because it was better to say than to do. He will use his actions to tell his subordinates around him, to tell all Chinese, foreigners, even English foreigners in China, the era of power and blessing has passed!

Wang Mo shook his head and chuckled disdainfully: "Just a group of defeated generals who disarmed and surrendered, they don't have that qualification to bother me." Let's go, go to the prisoner camp and see how it goes! ”

After speaking, Wang Mo didn't give Zhang Wei any more chance to dissuade him, and took Cui Zhengming to the prisoner camp.

It seems that this time the English foreigners have absolutely no good fruit to eat, Zhang Wei hurriedly followed behind Wang Mo with the worry in his heart and went to the prisoner camp together.

Now that it was time for dinner, the British were clamoring in the prisoner camp for lunch, so there was the scene where Zhang Wei reprimanded Cui Zhengming in the previous command.

"We protest, protest!"

"We refuse to eat pig food, and we demand that we be treated as prisoners deserve!"

"Please abide by the Geneva Conventions and the Six Laws and Customs of War!"

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The British soldiers shouted in unison, and even more comically the British did not know where to find a wooden board on which the words "protest" were written in crooked Chinese traditional Chinese, and several soldiers held it high.

Seeing this scene, for a moment, Wang Mozhen thought that he had returned to the 21st century.

"Pretty creative." Wang Mo enjoyed the British performance with great interest, and after a while, he said to the guards guarding the prisoner camp, "Open the camp gate, and I'll go in and talk to them." ”

"Commander, it's dangerous inside!" Wang Erhu, who was in charge of the security work around Wang Mo, couldn't help but remind.

"Just them?" Wang Mo sneered disapprenousively, "It has nothing to do with danger, it's just thousands of pigs and sheep." Execute the order and open the camp gates! ”

This is not Wang Mo's arrogance, although after he gradually ascended to a high position, the opportunity to do it himself was almost gone, but the ability to kill with bare hands had long been deeply rooted in the bone marrow. Not to mention the countless soldiers of the Yimeng Autonomous Alliance Army who are armed with guns around him, he is alone, and it is not a problem to kill seven in and seven out of these unarmed British soldiers.

Seeing that Wang Mo insisted on entering the prisoner camp, the guards had no choice but to carry out the order and open the camp gate.

The soldiers of the Yimeng Autonomous Alliance Army, who were armed with guns around them, immediately became nervous, and raised their guns one after another to lock on the British officers and soldiers in the prisoner camp, ready to shoot at any time.

Wang Erhu, who was in charge of Wang Mo's security work, asked Cui Zhengming, the commander of the Third Regiment, to urgently transfer two Madsen light machine guns to set up on the left and right sides of the prisoner camp.

The British prisoners were also nervous in vain, and the loud protest slogans immediately stopped, for fear that they would be slaughtered.

The commander of the British army, Colonel Barnadiston, was not nervous or frightened, but was somewhat relaxed and happy. Because he understands that the soldiers of the Yimeng Autonomous Alliance Army have strengthened their vigilance so much, this shows that the high-ranking figures of the Yimeng Autonomous Alliance Army have arrived, and their initial purpose of gathering people to protest can be said to have been achieved.

Wang Mo walked into the prisoner camp under the escort of the guards, glanced at the British officers and soldiers who were also watching him, and then said: "Let me introduce myself first, my name is Wang Mo, and I am the commander of the Yimeng Autonomous Alliance. It doesn't matter if you don't know me, just know that I'm the supreme governor here. If you have any requests, you can ask me. ”

Wang Mo spoke in Chinese, but these British officers and soldiers had served in the Far East for many years, and most of the soldiers may not understand it, but the officers can understand it somewhat.

Soon, some British officers and soldiers who understood translated Wang Mo's words to the rest of the people, and after learning that such a young Wang Mo was actually the commander of the Yimeng Autonomous Alliance, many British soldiers looked at Wang Mo with incredible faces.

The commander of the British army, Colonel Barnadison, was also a China expert, and he had some understanding of the situation in China, so he naturally understood what Wang Mo's power and status were in China.

Barnadiston stepped forward and walked a few steps and came to Wang Mo's face, this action immediately caused the nervousness of the soldiers with guns around him, and immediately turned the muzzle of the gun and locked on him.

Barnadiston didn't seem to care at all about the many muzzles aimed at him, held his head high, and said to Wang Mo in fluent Chinese: "Your Excellency Commander, I, Barnadiston, with the rank of colonel, am the supreme commander of this British Imperial ** team!" Although we have become prisoners of your army, I demand that your army abide by the Geneva Conventions and the 6 Laws and Customs of War, and treat our prisoners of war as they deserve. If Your Excellency the Commander is not clear about the relevant provisions of the Geneva Conventions and the 6 Laws and Customs of War, I can explain it to you......"

Wang Mo waved his hand and said: "Isn't it the convention formulated by your European countries to improve the treatment of the wounded and sick in the field armed forces and prisoners of war, I am still more or less clear, so I don't need you to explain anything." ”

Barnadiston was a little surprised, he did not expect that a Chinese would also know something about the Geneva Conventions and the Six Wars Laws and Customs.

However, this just shows that Wang Mo is not the kind of arrogant and unreasonable middle-class person, and Barnadiston is a little more sure of persuading Wang Mo to improve the treatment of prisoners of war camps. (To be continued.) )