On the edge of the muddy camp, there were forty or fifty tents densely lined up, and this was the Chinese dormitory in the British camp.

A standard class tent usually only has four to five bunk beds and sleeps eight to nine people. Here, each tent is filled with twenty bunk beds for nearly fifty people. There was only a narrow passage in the whole tent except for the beds, and there was no extra space left.

It's a concentration camp!

Qin Zhiyuan walked through three or four tents, and saw the same scene. The disgruntled and helpless Chinese, the damp and cold bedding, the air as muddy as the front-line tunnels, and the uniforms are uniformed.

The British did not even allow the Chinese to have civilian clothing, lest the Chinese escape from the labor camps.

Just when Qin Zhiyuan was inspecting the camp, it was time for dinner.

More than a dozen large wooden barrels were carried into the labor camp, the edges of the barrels were dirty, and there were a few vegetable leaves, and it was estimated that they had never been brushed. Each Chinese was given a night of something like gruel, half a black loaf of bread, some of which were even moldy.

"That's what they're going to give you?" Qin Zhiyuan asked Tang Xinzhi.

Tang Xinzhi is the younger translator, Tang Xinzhi is a student selected by the government of the Republic of China to study in France, after the Chinese workers entered France, the translators were not enough, Tang Xinzhi joined the Chinese workers camp to become a translator at the request of the embassy of the Republic of China in France.

"Yes, the Englishmen gave us food, and today it was not bad, there was something to eat. A while ago, when supplies were tight, we could only eat one meal a day. "For the British, Tang Xinzhi has accumulated too much dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Qin, when did you arrive in France?" For Qin Zhiyuan, Tang Xinzhi was full of curiosity.

"A month earlier than you, in fact, my identity is the same as yours, I am a Chinese worker from China." Qin Zhiyuan does not hide his identity, he knows very well that what Chinese workers need most is a sense of identity, whether from the British or from the Chinese.

"Chinese workers? How so? Tang Xinzhi was even more surprised than William.

"How not? As long as you show enough value, let alone a colonel, even if you want to be a general, the French will agree. "As long as there is an opportunity, Qin Zhiyuan will always sow fires, and maybe when, these fires will be on fire.

"Mr. Qin, who are you now?" Tang Xinzhi is only 18 years old this year, and it was when he was a young man who was not in vain, and he was bewitched by Qin Zhiyuan, and Tang Xinzhi felt feverish.

"I am now the commander of the 6th Regiment of the French Foreign Legion, which is all Chinese, and we are stationed in the Capi area." Qin Zhiyuan thought about it for a while and decided to add more fire: "Our troops have been expanding, and I think it will soon become a brigade or a division." ”

"Foreign Legion! Yes, I heard about it, I read about you in the newspapers, and I didn't expect you to come to Amiens. Tang Xinzhi felt like he wanted to burn.

The news that Qin Zhiyuan was awarded the Grand Cross Chevalier is being hyped by the French media. As Foch said, France needs heroes now, and the French need more Qin Zhiyuan to pick up guns and devote himself to the war against the Germans.

"Qin, those poor people want to meet you and express their gratitude to you in person." Mixia came to Qin Zhiyuan's side and whispered.

Since entering the Chinese Labor Camp, Misha has been in a state of work, and many people here are sick, not only because of the bad weather, but also because of the harsh living conditions.

"Mr. Qin, thank you very much." A Chinese representative followed Misha and bowed in thanks.

"This is our captain Wang Dingshan, who is in charge of managing nearly 2,000 people here." Tang Xinzhi introduced in a low voice.

Wang Dingshan was also tied to the pillar just now, as the captain, every time he encountered injustice, Wang Dingshan would stand up for the Chinese. Wang Dingshan did not participate in the brawl, and he was tied up entirely because William was venting his anger.

Wang Dingshan is in his early 30s this year, about 1.8 meters tall, with a sturdy figure, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a lush beard. He has thick joints and steady steps, and at first glance he looks like a practitioner.

"You're welcome, both are Chinese, and it is appropriate to draw a knife to help when the road is uneven." Qin Zhiyuan secretly praised in his heart.

This Wang Dingshan looks quite powerful, and if he can join the Foreign Legion, he may be a strong general.

"Yes, both Chinese, Mr. Qin is already a colonel officer, but we are so down-and-out, which makes Mr. Qin laugh." It seems that Wang Dingshan has known Qin Zhiyuan's identity through Gao Hongshi, and there is a faint expectation in his words.

If possible, no one is willing to be with the light, especially those with certain abilities. They have the power to change their situation, and they just need a chance.

"If Captain Wang has the heart, he can also join the Foreign Legion." Qin Zhiyuan began to close the net.

Looking at the attitude of the British towards the Chinese, presumably the relationship between the two sides has become like fire and water, coupled with Qin Zhiyuan's beating of William, even if the Chinese swallow their anger, they may not have good fruit to eat.

"Is Mr. Qin's words true?" For the Foreign Legion, Wang Dingshan has indeed loved it for a long time.

"Seriously!" Qin Zhiyuan was decisive.

"Okay, if Mr. Qin doesn't dislike it, Wang is willing to join the Foreign Legion." Wang Dingshan made up his mind and decided to follow Qin Zhiyuan.

"Good!" Qin Zhiyuan shouted hello and patted Wang Dingshan's shoulder to encourage: "Tianxingjian, a gentleman strives for self-improvement." Qin can help you for a while, but he can't help you for a lifetime, if you want to gain self-esteem, you can only improve yourself. ”

Even if it is to help, Qin Zhiyuan also looks at people. If Wang Dingshan has the idea of self-improvement, Qin Zhiyuan will give Wang Dingshan a chance, and if Wang Dingshan is willing to fall, Qin Zhiyuan will not be strong.

Horses of courses.

"Master Qin, we are also willing to join the Foreign Legion."

"Master Qin, count me in!"

"Master Qin, brothers follow you."

Hearing that they could join the Foreign Legion, the Chinese workers were in a state of flux. Looking at Qin Zhiyuan's straight officer uniform and shiny boots, and then looking at the ugly uniform with numbers on his body and his bare feet, everyone has a comparison mentality, regardless of whether they are dead or alive in the future, it is better to be beautiful first.

At this time, few Chinese believed in atheism, and the idea of reincarnation was the mainstream of society. It doesn't matter if your life is not good in this life, as long as you accumulate virtue and do good, you will naturally have a good baby in the next life. I have done a lot of evil in this life, just wait, maybe I will be reincarnated as a pig and dog in the next life.

Is this feudal superstition?

Be!

But at the same time, this feudal superstition is also encouraging people to be good, encouraging people to kill themselves, and encouraging them to die rather than give in.

In a way, this kind of thinking supports the soul of the Chinese.

Therefore, at this time, the vast majority of the rich people are willing to accumulate virtue and do good deeds to benefit the township, and if they have nothing to do, they will pave a road, build a bridge, and give porridge or something, and there are really not many evildoers. People like Huang Shiren only exist in literary works, and in reality, there are really few people.

Not to mention anything else, if you dare to let my family die, I will dare to dig your ancestral grave, just this one is enough to tie up many Huang Shiren.