The "let" family is not here, and there are too many French "prisoners" who have been captured and processed, and Zheng Mingshi can't remember them all, and he doesn't know where they are, or even if their family is alive. In order to show his sincerity, he asked one of his subordinates to investigate immediately.

On other people's turf, Li Weimin can't say anything, so he can only thank him again.

Lansdale had a good chance and did not want to waste a minute, and after visiting his headquarters, offered to see his troops. How could others give assistance without showing strength, Zheng Mingshi agreed to this request without hesitation.

In the next half day, Li Weimin followed them in the dense forest at the foot of Heipo Mountain, visiting one camp after another. The soldiers wore South Vietnamese peasant costumes in the style of black pajamas, and the weapons were varied but well maintained. There are also some heavier weapons, such as heavy machine guns and mortars.

Deep in the dense forest, Zheng Mingshi even has a weapons repair workshop.

This made Lansdale and Li Weimin very curious, and after walking for nearly an hour, they finally arrived at the repair workshop in the dark. The conditions are better than expected, there are casting, drilling, turning, milling, planing, grinding and other mechanical processing equipment, powered by diesel generator sets.

The workers were taller than the Vietnamese, and one of the older ones was whispering to a young man. Li Weimin was surprised that they actually said Chinese, it turned out to be Chinese!

"Colonel, we can also make some light weapons."

Zheng Mingshi brought a replica M1 rifle, Lansdale showed great interest, took it and pulled the bolt, raised it and took aim, put it down and smiled: "Very good gun, where did the steel come from?" ”

"The rails, removed from the railway line."

Zheng Mingshi subconsciously glanced back at the workers, and added with embarrassment: "Mr. Li, they are all Chinese, they fled to the north a few years ago, fought against the Vietminh in the north for several years, and then slowly retreated here. I shelter them, they work for me. ”

It is not easy to eat with a mouthful of food, Li Weimin nodded slightly, and said sincerely: "Thank you very much to General Shi for being able to take in my compatriots, compared to those who are hungry, displaced, and those who died at the hands of the Viet Minh, they are undoubtedly lucky." ”

Thinking of the Kuomintang troops in Vietnam, Lansdale suddenly said: "They have long-term combat experience and skills, and they are the strongest anti-Viet Minh fighters." ”

Don't fight this idea, Young Master Ben will try his best to collect them, and then send them to a safe place to live and have children.

Li Weimin smiled and didn't say anything more.

It wasn't until he was about to leave the repair workshop that he walked up to the workers and said in Mandarin: "My surname is Li, my name is Li Weimin, and I am very happy to meet so many compatriots here." General Shi is very good, you are very safe here, this is not easy, you have to cherish it, you have to work hard. When I have the opportunity to go to Saigon in the future, I invite everyone to dinner. If there is any need, you can also ask the general to tell me, as long as you can do it, you will never refuse. ”

There were Vietnamese people in the workshop who could understand Chinese, and after listening to the translation, Zheng Mingshi smiled and introduced: "Mr. Li is my friend, and he is also Chinese." ”

No one is a fool who can survive in such a difficult and difficult situation and eat under the hands of the Vietnamese warlords. The workers knew that now was not the time to climb their fellow villagers and could not leave a half-hearted impression on Zheng Mingshi, so they glanced at each other and continued to work as if they hadn't heard anything.

Vietnam, especially South Vietnam, had more Chinese, and Zheng Minh Shi really didn't pay attention to it, and warmly beckoned everyone to go to a nearby manor left by the French to eat and rest.

The dinner was very rich and lively, singing and dancing, and I don't know what fruit was used to make fruit wine, one jar after another as water to drink.

Li Weimin was so dizzy that he fell asleep on the bed.

"Mr. Li, Mr. Li, the Frenchman you are looking for has inquired, and the Frenchman girl is alive and is nearby."

I was awakened in a daze, and when I opened my eyes, it turned out to be one of Zheng Mingshi's subordinates. It's just dawning, and now I might be able to get back to Saigon before dark.

Li Weimin was completely sleepy, and sat up: "Thank you, I'll go over now." ”

Lansdale had a more important mission, so naturally he would not go with him to save people, and made an appointment with him on a meeting time and place, Li Weimin didn't even bother to eat breakfast, so he set off under the escort of twenty soldiers on bicycles.

It was foggy, and the humid air was blowing in a bit of a suffocating feeling.

Gradually, the fog condensed into a white barrier in front of them, and a few meters away became a vast expanse, and the road was not easy to walk, so everyone had to get out of the car and push forward. The so-called not far is actually not close at all, and it took more than two hours until the fog cleared, and we arrived safely at a large rubber plantation.

The owner's name is Chen Zhu, about forty years old, and he wears a wide black silk coat and trousers.

He obviously didn't know Li Weimin's intentions, only that he was a friend of Zheng Mingshi, very enthusiastic, and as soon as they met, he chattered and introduced: "This is my rubber plantation, which was first run by my grandfather, and then forcibly bought by the damned French Red Clay Company, and the money that should have been paid off in five years was unilaterally replaced by them with a barren rubber plantation located in the gray land belt, and my grandfather was forced to sign the contract."

The ash rubber plantation was only 50 hectares and produced very little rubber. My grandfather was so angry that he and several Vietnamese plantations appealed to the court, but all of them were easily rejected by the French judge. In the end, my grandfather died with hatred. In March of the previous year, I returned here with my fellow generals to reclaim this rubber plantation that belonged to me from the French......"

Li Weimin said quietly and perfunctorily: "It's not easy! ”

"It's not easy, but it's okay now." Chen Zhu pointed to the rubber forest and said excitedly: "Now that I have hired more than 140 rubber tappers and bought a truck, this is no longer a paradise for the French." ”

When he said that, he burst out laughing.

About 2,400 meters into the rubber forest, I came to a low wooden house, which was a room for the workers to make breakfast. Strangely, the workers did not sit on the benches set up in front of the hut for breakfast, but gathered to the west of the hut to watch something.

They looked excited and happy, and kept shouting, "Cohai! cohai！ Or "Cocongai!" (meaning of the big girl)

Although it was guessed from the shouting that they might be doing some kind of ridiculous thing, Li Weimin couldn't believe that they would really be happy in broad daylight, because there were many female workers who were also shouting together.

Squeezing into the crowd and looking inside, I saw three white women and a white girl in the middle of the circle, three white women and a white girl with panicked expressions were undressing under the pressure of several Vietnamese workers armed with rubber tappers, and one of them, a woman about 35 years old, had a knife mark on her face, and blood was flowing.

Frightened by the shouts of the workers, they stared at the knives in their hands with terrified eyes, and kept begging for mercy in trembling voices. The workers obviously did not know French, and even if they could, they would not let them go, but after listening to them, they burst into laughter.

Sister Li Weiqing had a photo with the "Jean" family, Li Weimin recognized at a glance that the frightened and trembling girl was Justina, the granddaughter of Carbonel, and asked coldly: "Mr. Zhu, what's going on?" ”

"They're captives!"

Chen Zhu hugged his arms and said confidently: "General Shi sent the captured French men to do hard labor, and the women were assigned to us as servants, and these French women are specially designed to cook for the workers. The workers hated the French so much that they wanted to make fun of them. ”

By this time, the fat middle-aged French woman had taken off her skirt tremblingly, and many Vietnamese people rushed over to insult her, some lifted her huge and heavy breasts or touched her lower body, and some brought ropes to measure her belly.

A Vietnamese woman grinned and pulled up her trouser legs to measure the legs of the poor, naked French woman who was standing there like a strange animal.

Suddenly, a Vietnamese worker with a knife grabbed her by the hair, causing her to bend forward, and then shoved his hand into her lower body from behind for the other workers to watch. The workers shouted and laughed in amazement, and a dozen more workers crowded over and took turns testing on her in the same way, and even a Vietnamese woman worker put her hand inside.

The Frenchwoman couldn't stand the pain and fell forward, but was grabbed by several Vietnamese. At this time, the other two French women were also stripped of their clothes and pushed into the middle of the circle, as if intending to torture the youngest and most beautiful Justina as the finale.

"Please help us, sir, please help us!"

Justina saw him, felt that he was different, and let out a miserable pleading. Li Weimin couldn't hold back any longer, and shouted fiercely: "Stop, let them go, stop them all!" ”

Chen Zhu didn't understand very much, and said in a heartfelt manner: "Mr. Li, don't sympathize with these French, the French used to spoil our women, and now it's not too much to do the opposite." ”

"Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Li is going to take them away."

The twenty or so soldiers who escorted him no longer looked at the excitement, rushed in viciously, and used the butts of their guns to drive away the workers who were taking pleasure in torturing French women, and the officer-like man warned coldly: "Mr. Li is a friend of General Shi, and it is General Shi's order to take them away, and we have requisitioned your truck, find a few clothes for them to wear, and send them to the car." ”

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PS: It's hard to last time in Sanjiang, but the collection is not satisfactory, and even the recommended votes are not as good as last week.

Next week, next week, whether there can be a website recommendation, directly depends on this week's results, 100,000 urgent, Mu Xian once again cheekily begged for clicks, collections, recommended votes, evaluations, suggestions, rewards, what do you want, it all depends on everyone!