The riots had subsided, but the problem remained unresolved - and Piet was aware of the difficulties he had to face: he had to take Winston. Churchill handed over to the swaggering Captain Beth Wenger, and it was an order; Churchill, however, was the quintessential English bullfighter, who liked to cause trouble and saw it as a show of courage, and if he opened his mouth, whether invited, demanded, ordered or pressed, a second riot would ensue without a second delay. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The British officers and soldiers who had participated in the first riot were gradually dispersing and slowly returning to their original positions, but they were all focused on Churchill, and at the slightest abnormality they would regroup.

And Churchill also wanted these prisoners of war to gather, to hope that the riots would continue - and that the war in which he participated and led would continue. Piette was able to detect this impulse close to fanaticism - unlike other rebellious POWs, Churchill did not deliberately hide his thoughts, and made them completely public: the eagerness was written on his face. This is a provocation, just like he had just provoked Sergeant Hoffman, trying to lure Piet into the bait.

"But I'm not going to take the bait." Piette thought, "I can't take the bait. ”

It takes some skill. Take Churchill and give it to Beth Winger, but without attracting the attention of the British prisoners of war, and certainly not a new riot, things are complicated. Piette recalls the methods he had learned, seen others use, and heard of, and carefully selected them for the one he needed.

Then he stopped—there was no time!

Beth Wenger only gave him fifteen minutes, and at the end of the line, disobedience and defeat were not allowed. Piet didn't look at his watch, but he knew that time was running out, and it would be foolish to continue wasting time looking for the most suitable solution.

With little choice, he revisited what he had already thought of and decided to take a gamble.

"Belt."

The soldier whose name was called took a step forward. "Captain?"

"Put ...... Major Dannatt, please come to me, immediately. Piette gave the order.

But this order was superfluous—before the soldiers could turn and run away, Dannat had already arrived. "You're looking for me, Captain Piette? What's the matter. ”

"Mr. Major." Instead of answering the question, Piette turned to Dannat and gave a military salute that was extremely formal and standard.

Dannatt had no choice but to return a military salute and repeat the question. "Captain Piette, what are you looking for me?"

"It's about Mr. Spencer." Piette glanced at Churchill, "Mr. Major, I'm sure you must have noticed the commotion he just caused. ”

"Yes." Danner nodded. He did see that there was no need to hide anything - but that did not mean that he would accept Piet's accusations without reservation. "I think," he argued, "that the word 'manufacture' is not appropriate - it was not an organized and premeditated riot. ”

The Major was serious, but for Piette, the nature of the riot was nothing more than an inconsequential issue, and at other times, it could be defined as serious, and at other times, as it is now, it could be dismissed lightly.

"How about another word? Like what...... Cause. ”

"I think we should add a 'unconscious' before triggering."

It is the nature of English gentlemen to chew on words - and politicians and lawyers - but Piet does not like such mere wordplay. His eyebrows furrowed. "I don't think that's the heart of the matter, Mr. Major."

"Actually, it is." Dannatt replied, "Only by correctly defining the nature of the riots can we ensure that we handle ...... correctly"

"It's not us, Major, it's me." "I'm the commander of this POW camp, and I'm all on my own. ”

"Of course. It's your power, Captain. Dannatt did not deny it.

"The riot is an extremely serious event, whether it was created or unintentionally - and Mr. Spencer must be punished." "I respect you, though, Major. And you are the leader of all prisoners of war, so I would like to hear from you - when I announce the decision on punishment. ”

Well said, but it doesn't make any sense. From the outset, Dannatt did not think that Piet would take his opinion into account: as he had just said, the affairs of the POW camp were all decided by him alone. As for the last sentence, Dannatt had a clearer understanding: when he announced the punishment decision, if the top leader of the prisoners of war was present, then the prisoners of war would not have made a difference. It must be said that Captain Piet is a cunning guy.

Dannatt didn't want to play the role that Piett had chosen for him. But, considering the actual situation, whether for Churchill or for himself, Dannaert knew that he had no right to refuse, so he had to turn his attention to another aspect. "How are you going to punish him?"

"I have decided to confine Mr. Spencer for seventy-two hours."

Piette's decision came as a surprise to Dannat - undoubtedly just, but it was strange that the camp administrators would make a just, or just seeming just, decision - between the guards and the prisoners of war, justice never existed.

Moreover, it was Churchill's provocative act that triggered the riots just now. This is a very serious problem, and Piette should understand that if the perpetrators are not dealt with harshly...... Whether the punishment was too light or just - or just seemed to be just - it would eventually undermine his authority and galvanize the resistance of the POWs......

Dannatt pondered. He did not want to be on the side of the enemy, nor did he want Churchill to really be punished harshly, but was simply confused. There was no reason for British officers to think from the side of the Boers, but likewise there was no reason for Boer officers to think from the side of the British.

Piette didn't do what he was supposed to do, why?

“…… What do you think of my decision, Mr. Major? Piette ended Dannatt's reflections.

"I think ......" the major gritted his teeth. But in the face of a just verdict, there is not much room for resistance. After a long delay, he could only nod. "A very reasonable decision, Captain Piette...... It makes sense. ”

"Thank you very much." Piette bowed to him slightly.

"I think you should consult Mr. Spencer himself about his decision, though......" Dannatt glanced at Churchill. The provocation had been hidden, and now there was no expression on his face, which upset the major. "Maybe he needs a chance to appeal."

"If this were the court, I would give Mr. Spencer a chance," Piet laughed, "and sadly, this is not the court." ”

Then he made a gesture to the soldier standing behind him. Immediately two soldiers stepped forward and raised their hands to grab Churchill's arm—but the moment they touched him, Churchill broke away.

"Don't touch me, I can go on my own." He said aloud, and then, like a hero about to go to battle, walked with his head held high, his chest puffed out, and walked with standard steps to the door of the prisoner of war camp, leaving Piet and Dannet looking at each other.

They could not understand what the Churchill was thinking - but there was nothing surprising about it, for Churchill saw Piette's punishment as just another opportunity to show his defiance and indomitable fighting spirit; Politicians never miss an opportunity to make a statement, and Churchill differs from the average politician in that he can write an autobiography – a politician who likes to write autobiographies, diaries or memoirs has a clear advantage in terms of propaganda, and this advantage will become more and more evident over time.

There are many examples of this, such as the author of a biography of a political leader who relied on his diary and maps to express his patriotism and nationalism, and who wrote a biography of him based on his diary, even proudly claiming that he had defeated his greatest political opponent, Winston. Churchill was equally adept at similar work. Of course, there are some differences: in a Chinese way, water-infused pork and Hakka pork soup are definitely different.

Churchill was peddling only water-infused pork. So now he had to walk to the confinement of the prisoner of war camp as a fighting hero, while carefully contemplating the actions and speeches he should make when leaving the confinement, and how to describe the experience in his autobiography.

He was fascinated by his plan, immersed in it, not noticing the bewildered gaze coming from behind him.

Fortunately, Piet and Dannet did not need to, and did not need to, figure out these things that were too complicated for them—although there were some marshals and generals who promoted themselves through autobiographies, diaries, or memoirs, and incidentally belittled their leaders and colleagues, but it was clear that Piette and Dannat would never have a chance to rise to such a high rank—and they had something to do. As a result, the two quickly separated, and Dannat returned to the prisoners of war to convey Piet's decision to punish him, while Piet returned to his office as fast as he could, telling Beth Wenger that he had completed his mission.

"I got it settled." He said happily and flatteringly, expecting a compliment.

But what he got was a reprimand.

"You call it a solution?" Moritz glared at Piet, "Now every Englishman knows that Churchill is in your confinement. They would think about him until he walked out of the place seventy-two hours later. At that point, how are you going to dispel their doubts? ”

"It can be said that he escaped from prison." Piette replied.

"Prison break?" Moritz's gaze was still stern, and his tone was the same, "Do you think the British will believe it?" A journalist dug a passage in less than three days and escaped from prison - and there were no tools. He took a step forward, "Captain, would you believe it?" ”

Piette took two steps back, hesitating. "Uh...... It's a bit difficult. ”

"Not a little. Captain, no one will believe your explanation. You've created a problem for us. ”

"I'm sorry......"

"Don't say sorry to me, it doesn't make sense!"

"Sorry...... No, I mean, how are we going to fix it, Mr. Captain? ”

"Let me think about it." Moritz turned his head away from looking at the panicked Piet - the only way to prevent him from laughing. By now, all the obstacles to taking Churchill had disappeared, and it was Piet's work – in fact, Moritz liked Piet's idea: it was flawed, it was what he said he was, and it was only the hapless prisoner of war camp commander who was to blame. But he continued to intimidate this guy, messing with his brain and making it impossible for him to think normally.

Of course, he has achieved this goal, and the special operations forces can leave the POW camp at any time. Moritz thought happily, pretending to think about it for a moment, then turned back. "Alright, Captain, we'll do what you planned."

"But the British won't believe ......"

"If you can come up with a tool as evidence, the British will believe it."

"What tools?"

"Whatever. Bayonets, iron rods, crowbars, or anything else that can pry open a plank, but beware, must be something that Mr. Churchill can get of, or that can be accidentally left there by a guard. Moritz deliberately took out his pocket watch and looked at it, then said, "It's up to you to decide what it is." Captain, time is running out, and I must get out of here with Churchill at once. ”

"But ......"

"You have two days to think about it, and then use what you come up with to make a hole in the wall of the confinement chamber that is enough for Mr. Churchill to drill through." "Now, I should leave—you can stay here and think about your problems, Captain," Moritz finally said. Goodbye, Captain. ”

With that, Moritz left the office.

"Goodbye, Mr. Captain...... No, we'd better never see each other again...... God, what am I talking about! Piette shook his head, sat down in his chair, and began to think about the question that Moritz had left him.

He quickly sank in, engrossed, unable to feel neither movement around him nor the passage of time, until someone walked in and interrupted him.

"What are you thinking?"

"Don't ......" Pierte looked up angrily, trying to reprimand the daredevils who interrupted his train of thought, but saw a familiar face. He could only shrug his shoulders. "A little problem."

"What's the problem?"

"Leave it alone, Yang...... Wait, why are you here? I thought you were in Durban. ”

"I was ordered to escort a group of prisoners of war here." Yang. Christian. Shi Mozi stared at his colleague inexplicably, "I thought you knew. The notice should have been delivered to your desk yesterday, Elberth. You lost it? ”

Notice? Piette was stunned for a moment, almost a minute, and then showed a look of sudden realization. "Yes, I was notified. Damn it, that German who was here just now made a mess of my brain. ”

"Germans? I didn't see the Germans. ”

"Hans of the German Volunteers. Captain Beth Wenger. "He was ordered to escort an important prisoner of war from here to Pretoria. Why, didn't you run into him? Oh, maybe he's been gone for a while. ”

"Maybe." "When I came in, there was a small group of cavalry passing by my troops, and, as you said, a prisoner of war. But I didn't see Captain Beth Wenger - I had looked at all of them carefully, without him. ”

"But that's Captain Beswinger's troops."

"I didn't see Captain Beth Winger."

"Maybe you weren't paying attention." It's almost impossible, though. Piette thought back to Beswinger's undisguised arrogance. No one can ignore him. If Shi Mozi didn't see it...... No, he must have seen it, but he didn't recognize it. Thinking of this, Piette smiled. "You should take a closer look, the most arrogant guy in that cavalry......"

"Listen to me!" Smith interrupted Piet and said word by word: "I know Hans. Beth Winger - if you're referring to the one in the General Staff, but as far as I know, there's no second Beth Winger. I saw him several times in Pretoria and Durban, but I did not see him in that trooper of cavalry. ”

"You're kidding." Piette tensed. A fake Beth Wenger? That's impossible! "He's documented."

"Maybe it's a fake."

"No, I double-checked, and the documents are genuine."

"I don't know what's going on. Elbers, now I can only be sure of one thing, the Captain Beth Wenger you have seen is definitely a fake. ”

"But......" Piet wanted to keep resisting, but after only a second, he had to accept the terrible facts brought by Shi Mozi. I was fooled. He bounced out of his chair like an electric shock, froze for a few seconds, and then shouted, "Sergeant Hoffman, pull the alarm!" Assemble your troops! ”

The impostor Captain Beth Wenger and his cavalry, and Churchill, they had not gone very far yet. Piette thought. He can get these people back.

He had to get these people back, dead or alive. (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.) )