Sunshine, cricket, desperate players and applauding spectators - Richard. Dannatt lay in his chair and watched the cricket match being played dozens of yards away, in a relaxed mood. www.biquge.info"The game can make everyone forget that we are in a prisoner of war camp. ”

No one heard his self-talking exclamation—there was no one around him. In keeping with the traditions of European armies, and the strong demands of the officers, and of course for fear that the officers would command the soldiers to riot, the Boers divided the prisoner of war camps into two separate parts: the spacious and comfortable officers' quarters and the narrow, crowded soldiers' quarters, which were completely isolated by barbed wire. So none of the soldiers could harass Dannat - as for the other officers, they were playing cricket.

Aside from the lack of enough freedom and whiskey on the rocks, and the lack of an obedient and capable Indian servant, Dannatt was satisfied with the particular circumstances in which he found himself and was willing to stay there until the end of the war; Of course, the war will soon end, and Great Britain will emerge victorious, there is no doubt about it.

Dannatt doesn't think he needs to worry about anything, and neither does anyone else. But there are always people who like to go through each day with anxiety - Dannatt has seen him and is slowly coming over.

Of course, he's Winston. Winston Churchill, correspondent for the Morning Post.

A restless fellow: Mr. Churchill is said to be inciting other officers to organize a riot or run away. Dannatt didn't like these little moves. On the one hand, rioting or deserting would endanger the lives of captured officers and soldiers, and on the other hand, as the highest-ranking prisoner in the camp, Dannatt took it for granted that all prisoners of war should be managed by him, not a journalist who had taken off his uniform.

Nasty. Dannatt commented on Churchill. But now, he had to smile and stand up to say hello to the nasty man. "It's a nice day, Mr. Churchill."

"It's a good day, Major." Churchill nodded, "And I can see that you are in a good mood." ”

"There aren't many days like this." Dannatt replied. He knew what Churchill really meant, but pretended not to hear it, and quickly diverted the subject. "How do you feel, Mr. Churchill. Are you healed from your wounds? ”

"Thank you for your concern, Major, my injuries are almost healed." Churchill looked relaxed - but it was not: the bruises on his body and face had not completely dissipated, and the wound on his forehead had not healed. But Churchill was grateful for these wounds: they reminded him of how brutal and brutal the Boers were, and inspired him to take action to escape the prisoner of war camp.

In addition to this, there are two other profound lessons: superior eloquence is more effective than a pistol; Never let your enemies find their way.

Churchill had always regretted that he had not thrown away the two rows of Mauser soft-tipped bullets in his pocket as soon as possible, and that it was they that had caused him to be beaten by the Boer soldiers - of course, thankfully, he had thrown away the Mauser semi-automatic pistol, so that he could use his debating talents to justify the Boer soldiers and convince them that the soft-tipped bullets in his pocket had been picked up on the road and not carried with him - otherwise the Boer soldiers would have shot him instead of beating him.

Churchill shook his head, freed himself from his memories and looked at Dannat again. "May I sit down, Major?" He asked, pointing to the chair next to him.

"Of course."

"Thank you very much." Churchill sat down, then cast his gaze in the direction Dannatt had been looking. "How's the game going?"

"I'm sorry, Mr. Churchill, I don't know the score." Dannatt spread his hands and said, "But no matter what, at least everyone is happy." ”

"Pleasant life in a prisoner-of-war camp - do you mind if I use this subject, Major?"

"You're a journalist, Mr. Churchill."

"But I want to know your opinion." Churchill said, "After all, every officer here will be mentioned in my article." ”

"I have no special requests." Dannatt remained noncommittal, "I just want you to keep a true record of everything that happened in this prisoner of war camp." But," after a pause, he continued, "when are you going to write this article?" ”

"When I get back to Cape Town."

"That could be months of waiting." Dannatt glanced at Churchill, "I suggest you start now, Mr. Churchill, you seem too lazy." ”

Like Dannatt just now, Churchill knew what he meant, and pretended not to hear it. "I have a lot to do right now." "And there's no need for us to wait here for months." ”

"I don't understand what you mean." Dannatt continued to feign confusion.

"Of course you know what I mean." Churchill grunted in his stomach. However, since Dannatt intended to get around it, Churchill did not mind uncovering the mystery himself—but he did not begin at once, but first scanned the surroundings with a wary gaze, and finally said in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "I have given serious and careful consideration, Major, we must escape." ”

It's finally here. Dannatt shook his head secretly and objected bluntly: "That's a crazy and bad idea, Mr. Churchill. ”

"You don't agree?" Churchill was not surprised, but only annoyed: as an officer in the British Army, Dannatt had no sense of resistance at all, preferring to stay in a Boer prisoner of war camp with thousands of soldiers. The face of the British Empire was disgraced by him!

"Major." "I must say that this is not like the behavior of British soldiers," he rebuked. ”

"As the highest-ranking British soldier in this prisoner of war camp, I am responsible for the lives of all, Mr. Churchill." Dannatt replied, equally annoyed, "I don't allow anyone to do anything that could harm anyone else. ”

"Ha, are you scared, Major?"

"I'm not afraid of death, I just don't want my soldiers to die in vain."

"What a surprise to me with your answer, Major." Churchill reproached angrily.

"I am amazed by your audacity, Mr. Churchill." Dannat sneered.

Then both men fell silent. Churchill had already picked on his plan, and Dannatt was clearly against it, and although the two men knew from the beginning that this would definitely be the outcome, unfortunately they also saw what was to come: Churchill would be desperate to instigate others to join his escape plan, and if some madmen would join him, Dannatt would do everything in his power to prevent them from going down a dead end, and to put those who did not participate in danger.

The contradiction is quite prominent. And contradictions lead to conflicts, and conflicts lead to dangers: the Boers are not blind, they will certainly perceive something in the eccentric atmosphere of the prisoner of war camps, but neither Churchill nor Dannat wants such a thing to happen.

...... must be eliminated At the very least, it was to ease the contradictions between them, but it seemed like an impossible task: both Churchill and Dannat were stubborn and unwilling to compromise easily...... Strictly speaking, they have no intention of compromising at all.

"Either I give up my escape plan, or you support my operation, otherwise our contradictions cannot be eased, is that so, Major?" Churchill said, with a sad expression.

"Unfortunately, we're all stubborn on some issues." Dannatt spread his hands again. "Of course, I still want you to abandon your escape plans."

"I'm not going to give up my escape plan, Major."

"Then I will stop you, Mr. Churchill."

Churchill sighed reluctantly, then stood up and walked over to the officers who were playing cricket and watching others play, apparently intending to get the support of one or more of them. Behind him, Dannatt's eyebrows furrowed rapidly, and they quickly twisted into a ball.

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At the same time that Churchill and Dannatt had ended their brief conversation, a small group of horsemen in Boer uniforms—about thirty men, led by an arrogant-looking captain-officer—stopped at the gates of the prisoner-of-war camp. One of the guards approached to inquire, only to receive a brief, but unquestionable order. "Get your commander here at once."

The young guard was visibly bewildered and alarmed by the sudden arrival of the officer. But looking at the expressions of the officer and his soldier, after hesitating for a few seconds, he turned around and ran back to the office area of the prisoner of war camp to look for the commander.

After another ten minutes, under the leadership of the guards, the commander of the prisoner of war battalion, Elbers. Captain Piet rushed to the gate with several soldiers.

"What's going on?" The captain looked at the officer of the same rank as him and muttered to himself: he had never seen such an arrogant officer except for the German volunteers. Then he remembered that he didn't even know the person in front of him. "Who are you?"

"Hans. Captain Beth Wenger. The officer took out his ID and handed it to Piette, his voice and movements still marked with pride.

Piette's disgust for the Captain Beswinger immediately increased, but in the next second, he took Beswinger's arrogance for granted—the certificate showed that the captain was an officer of the German Volunteer Army. Of course, the officers of the German Volunteer Army have always been arrogant. When they were alone with the officers of the Boer army, they would always show this emotion unabashedly - this was not the first time Piet had encountered such a situation, and he knew what to do.

"Welcome to Leddy Smith POW Camp, Captain Beth Wenger - open the gates." (To be continued, if you want to know what will happen next, please log in to the www.qidian.com, more chapters, support the author, support genuine reading!) (To be continued.) )