As the army frantically retreats towards the portal, Frank thinks in the chaos that he is going to see his beloved grandfather. The grenades kept blasting through the walls of the people, and the armor-piercing shells cut a bloody path. He turned his head sharply and found his fellow countryman, the young man who had been doing chores in the barracks with him, had fallen to the ground without saying a word.

He had a broken leg from a fragment of a kill grenade. When Frank was taken away by the soldiers, he thought that his countrymen would not survive—he was still envious of him, and that he would die a happy death, as they would be in the midst of mistreatment or endless hard labor.

Just after the storm of the highway incident subsided, the group of prisoners, who were largely uninjured and able to walk on their own, entered the newly established prisoner of war camp after several days of "quarantine" camping. Of course, the first to bear the brunt is the problem of the "limited decontamination" of prisoners of war.

These prisoners of war, who were already extremely mentally depressed, were far from the image of "medieval samurai" in the minds of military and civilian workers. Unclean clothes, torn armor, and poor personal hygiene are all gradually eroding their understanding of the ancient army from the film and novel.

Lice and fleas, body dirt and greasy hairs are everywhere, and even wearing gloves and masks to interact with them is inevitably disgusting to the point of retreating. The first decontamination was mainly aimed at the personal hygiene of the body surface and some parasites in the body, so that the work of prisoners of war could be further carried out.

Everyone, whether you are a swordsman, a coolie, an archer, a magician, a general, has been stripped of all the "two dry and two wet", wading through a pool soaked in disinfectant powder, and only the head is spared. As soon as the wet and naked crowd came up from the pool, they had to pass through the rotating brushes like car washes. The deliberately close distance and strong torque immediately carried away the body dirt on the prisoners of war, even along with part of the epidermis, and flowed into the collection bucket together with the dirty water. The shower walkway and steam room at the back thoroughly washed the prisoners of war from general parasites.

Walking out of the bathroom, a group of people wearing white masks and hats, dressed in white, waved razors to shave the hair, beard, and even armpit hair, balls, and balls of this group of people, and the small mobile cart next to them directly collected the hairs and lice and threw them into the destruction furnace on the side. The whole barber room was filled with mourning, and everyone thought it was a warm-up before the butcher went under the knife, and then they would be thrown into the pan naked. As for these monsters in white clothes, white hats, white masks, and sunglasses, they are the devils who send them to hell.

Frank sat in the barber's chair and his thighs trembled uncontrollably, the more he thought about it, the more afraid he became, and finally when the white-clothed devil patted his shoulder and asked him to get up and cut the feathers of the eggs, his heart was crossed, and he simply didn't want to. Isn't it a knife horizontally and vertically? Anyway, if you don't have that, isn't it the same as if you have that?

The next room, though not for his life or for his male primary sex characteristics, scared him even more. A few of the same white-clad demons, some of them looked like women, and they were actually looking at the butts of the prisoners of war, looking at O! Still wearing gloves and sticking in! It was simply the worst experience of his life...... Can you imagine being ready to sacrifice your life for righteousness, but being inspected by the popping chrysanthemum? Even being forced to take small pills to register their identities later, a group of people wearing the same pants and standing in the sun are not so impressive!

Thankfully, he wasn't dead and had a meal to eat. The cauldron made from stockpiled field rations became a delicacy that the prisoners of war would rather have to fight over in long queues. Of course, anthelmintics and laxatives are added to it.

Then they were arranged into the color steel dormitory, a room with four iron beds and a separate bathroom. When the PLA soldiers accompanied the hygienists with guns and strictly ordered them to relieve their hands in the bathroom and how to maintain cleanliness, Frank was speechless for a long time in front of the two large transparent glasses, knowing that there are few such large glasses in the nobles' homes, and there is nowhere to find transparency! At least he hadn't seen it.

But he was not too surprised, he had been surprised for the past two days, and in his mind and many of the low-level soldiers, it was clear that this powerful and rich country could not be conquered by the Empire. Since the winner will not take their lives for the time being, then as the losers, they just need to silently accept what happens next.

At noon the next day, the open-air canteen in the center of the prisoner of war camp opened on time. The soldiers in charge of the area used photographs of the gestures and corresponding whistles to tell them to eat, sleep, and assemble, how to line up, and used the opportunity to divide the magicians into a separate team. It took a whole morning to do these simple things. Order guarantees efficiency, and they will soon understand.

Lunch was a messy stew and noodles. Large boxes of noodles, processed luncheon meat, cabbage - because there is no need to wash, cut directly. The pot was added with deworming drugs as usual, and the infection of roundworms was quite serious after yesterday's inspection. In the 21st century, the extinct roundworm under sanitary conditions, such an infection situation is not expected by experts, and the exceptionally high infection rate also directly reflects the level of hygiene and epidemic prevention behind the door, they don't even need to cross the portal to imagine the town behind the door, sewage is cross-flowing, open ditches are rampant in the streets and alleys, people can squat on the open ditch on the side of the road with a skirt and pull it - and next to it are vendors selling smoked fish. Not washing your hands and spitting is not a reprehensible evil, but it is something that everyone does.

As for the midday meal? It looked like meat and tasted more like it, but in fact no one could see it, and it made this group of poor and middle peasant soldiers very happy. Those who are in good condition can only enjoy meat food during festivals, and have to use a lot of salt to flavor it under the premise of lack of seasoning, and lose the taste of the meat itself. Even more excessive is the hardness of salted meat, which is sometimes supplied in the army to crush wooden barrels and not even moths want to patronize it, so you can imagine how difficult it is to eat such meat.

The noodles were full of noodles, and the soldiers suddenly had a good impression of these flowery-dressed managers. If they were to starve to death, to death, to be sacrificed alive, to be scared to death by high ransoms, because they were defeated and had no one to help them, it was all self-inflicted, and no one would have mercy on them. Every soldier here may have an old mother, or a wife and children, or both, who had not been prepared to return alive after being strung into this camp by rope, but only wanted to finish it happily, and now the pot of stew told them that their captors did not want their lives!