"Name, age, rank, identity. "There were more than a dozen tables at the gate www.biquge.info of a huge barracks outside Memphis, and the Ming military police sat behind the tables and asked without raising their heads.

"Andrew. Morton. At the age of sixteen, he was a private in the first battalion and one company of the artillery regiment of the 114th mechanized infantry division of the United States Army. A white boy with a dazed and cowering look on his face with dried blood stains on his face said, licking his chapped lips.

"Sixteen?" The gendarme, who had been busy for a long time, stopped the pen in his hand and looked up at the big boy in front of him in surprise. It's really a boy, and even the hairs on his lips haven't faded yet. There are even a few freckles on his face. Shouldn't a child of this age be in school?

"How did you end up in the army? You're so young, did your parents agree? The gendarme, who had been registered at the gate of the prisoner of war camp all morning, asked in surprise.

The Ming Dynasty adopted a conscription system, which was based on conscription even after the war mobilization. It is never possible to recruit children under the age of eighteen into the army.

It was a temporary prisoner of war camp set up by the Ming army in the Memphis area. The captured U.S. officers and soldiers were temporarily housed here while the convoy awaited the turn to take them closer to the official POW camp on the east coast.

"I don't know." Young Andrew looked terrified, his pale green eyes full of fear. In fact, he was just a middle school student.

"I went to the county middle school, and a lot of army trucks drove into the school when we were in class." Andrew's voice trembled, and he began to recount how he had made his way into the army: "They burst into the classroom, holding a couple of pieces of paper that said it was a recruitment notice from the War Department. Tell us that all the boys were called up. The teacher went to reason with them, but was thrown to the ground with the butt of a gun. All of our boys were caught in the army. I didn't see my parents again, I didn't know anything. ”

"Hmm." The gendarme, who was a little surprised, nodded, and after completing the registration, handed a piece of paper to Andrew, and said, "Go in, don't break the rules." If you live well until the war is over, you will be able to go home. ”

"Thank you." With a look of gratitude on his face, the young boy hurriedly walked to the gate of the prisoner of war camp with a piece of paper.

"Name, age, rank...", glancing at the boy's back, the gendarmes continued their tedious registration work. And in these long lines in front of the prisoner of war camp, there are many big boys like Andrew.

With the occupation of large swathes of territory, the large number of people falling into the occupied territories, and the continuous defeat of the American army on the battlefield, their human resources are rapidly declining. Before the war, it was known as the most populous country after the Ming Dynasty, but now it is difficult for them to find a large number of men of the right age to send to the battlefield. Unless it's to use manpower in those important positions.

In this case, the US military can only set its sights on those young people. There are now almost no male students in secondary schools on the East Coast, except for those with physical disabilities or infectious diseases who are not suitable for the military and those with backgrounds. Millions of students have been put into the military.

The addition of these children barely made up for some of the losses on the frontline for the time being. But the devastating impact is incalculable. The parents, relatives and friends of these children will go crazy about it. After all, this is going to war, not to Scout training. These people will have a huge resentment towards the army.

Another very important effect is that it has reached the point where the army has begun to send troops to catch boys into battle, and the citizens of the whole country who know about this matter basically do not have any hope for this war anymore. This incident is absolutely devastating to the morale of the people.

It's just that for the high-level US leaders, who have already burned their eyebrows at this time, they have no choice. That's the difference between dying now and dying later.

The Ming army could clearly feel that its opponent was getting weaker and weaker in the front line. There is no change in weapons and equipment, and the Americans have a lot of weapons and equipment. However, the quality of the enemy forces on the opposite side is constantly weakening. This situation was clearly felt by the Ming army, which was a direct opponent.

Large-scale operations will inevitably bring a large number of prisoners of war while causing huge casualties. It is still very rare for an army that can really fight to the death. Especially when the army is filled with too many ordinary people who have been sent to the battlefield without rigorous training.

Many American prisoners of war were sent to the rear prisoner of war camps, where life was much better than in the army, which had been in disarray.

Andrew entered the prisoner of war camp with his card and entered a makeshift wooden room under the guidance of the Ming military police. His belongings had been confiscated since he had been captured, and he now had nothing on him but a tattered military uniform.

"Boy, where are you from?" After entering this wooden room, the dozen or so prisoners of war who had come early to lie or sit here began their routine questioning immediately after the Ming military police left.

"Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Monroeville." Andrew hurriedly replied. Although he has not been in the army for a long time, he has already learned the power of the army, and he has not suffered much for this.

"Pittsburgh?" A U.S. corporal with flaxen-colored hair was surprised and asked, "What a coincidence, I'm from Butler." What is your name? How old is it? He looks like a child. ”

"My name is Andrew, Andrew. Morton. Andrew hurriedly replied, "I go to Kitannine County High School and I'm sixteen years old." ”

"What? Sixteen years old? The prisoners of war in the room shouted in surprise, "On the battlefield at such a young age?" ”

"Damn it." The U.S. corporal shouted, "I'm also a graduate of Kitannine County High School, and I'm actually an alumnus." ”

"Hahaha~~~" The American POWs in the room burst out laughing, "Stan, that's really interesting." ”

"Gaz~~~" sounded, and the door of the poorly made room was pushed open. The indifferent Daming gendarme glanced coldly at the room, and said in a cold voice, "Don't make noise." ”

"Alright boy." After the gendarmes closed the door and left, the American corporal known as Stan walked up to Andrew, raised his hand and patted him on the shoulder, saying, "Since we are fellow countrymen and alumni, then I will cover you here." Just live well until the war is over. Don't do anything stupid. ”

"Thank you." Young Andrew was very grateful, but asked out loud with some confusion, "What stupid thing?" ”

"Come here." Stan grabbed Andrew by the shoulders and went to the window, pointing to the distance fenced off by barbed wire and fences, and said, "Look over there, do you see those wooden poles erected?" See those who are hung on it? That's what happens when you don't obey, you want to run away, and you don't obey orders. One thing to remember here is that the Ming army will do whatever it says. Don't resist, because they won't lock you up or beat you, they'll just put you on a noose and hang on a wooden pole. Do you understand? ”

Andrew has already seen bloody scenes on the battlefield, and this is no longer the rookie who was severely repaired because of violent vomiting when he first entered the battlefield. But at this time, looking at the people who were hanging on the wooden poles under the scorching sun, there was still a deep sense of fear in his heart.

Those who are really not afraid of death have long been lying on the battlefield at this time. People who can be captives basically want to continue to live. Andrew is the one who doesn't want to die. He's still young, his girlfriend is still waiting for him at school, and he doesn't want to die yet.

The rooms in the camps are certainly not comparable to those at home and in hotels. Here are some planks and washed white sheets, nothing else. The toilets were outside, but the POWs had to clean them up themselves.

The rules of the Daming gendarmes are very simple, don't make trouble for them, then you can stay here. Basically, no prisoners of war dared to make trouble for the gendarmes, and those who had the guts to do so were already hanged.

"Oh~oh~~~~~~~" The dull bell was struck. A dozen POWs in the room got up, and Stan looked at Andrew and said, "Let's go, it's time for dinner." ”

Andrew hurriedly got up and followed the men out of the room. After forming a line of troops outside, they spontaneously walked towards the row of wooden houses in the middle of the prisoner of war camp. That's where the canteen is located.

The number of prisoners of war who came to eat was numerous, at least thousands. But they are all soldiers, and they are all consciously disciplined, forming a queue and waiting silently to line up to eat. The prisoners of war worked in the canteen, and baskets of full heads and porridge and pickles were distributed to the prisoners of war, and everyone had the same amount, and no one could eat more.

"What's going on over there?" After receiving the food and hurriedly eating the steamed buns and porridge, Andrew looked around with great interest. Then he looked in surprise at a room not far away that was obviously much better, and asked out loud.

"It's all officers over there." Stan, who had also finished his lunch and cleaned his ceramic bowl, looked at the officers at the dinner party, spat hatefully, and said, "Those crumbs have wine, meat, and cigarettes. The house they live in also has an electric fan in it. In such a hot weather, these group of dogs don't need to work. ”

"Still working?" Andrew looked ignorant.

"You already have the Ming army to raise us for nothing?" Stan glared at him and said, "It's our job to clean the toilets, dig trenches, carry water, and build new houses. Those officers don't have to do anything! ”

"Chop and go." Andrew was furious when he heard this. The most feared thing in life is comparison. (To be continued.) )