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509 Prisoner of War Camp (Part I)

Sergeant Aror passed through two sentry posts and entered the noisy prisoner of war camp. Where are the novels updated the fastest? biquge.info As an authentic big-nosed European, or even a standard Spanish Castilian, his well-fitting green Joan naval uniform attracted the surprise and hostile eyes of many prisoners of war. Many of the prisoner of war camps were veterans, and a foul mouth was a common trait, even when someone whistled and laughed:

"Oh, behold, another white guy willing to lick the ass of the native of the East!"

The presumptuous words drew a burst of laughter, but not many dared to respond to him—all of whom had come in after suffering a loss in the Green Army. Regardless of Aror himself, the green skin he wore was already a deterrent among these prisoners of war.

Aror smiled coldly, as a former member of those people, and still mixed in with the high position of an officer. He knew very well that if he did not respond decisively to such provocations, similar actions would ensue in the future, and it was in this way that those people were constantly testing their bottom line and grabbing the best interests for themselves.

So he stopped and looked in awe-inspiring direction where the sound had come from. The veteran ruffian had been very experienced in hiding in the crowd after the taunt, but Aror didn't care, he knew what to do with the scum.

"It seems that some people are too energetic......"

Aror deliberately said aloud in Spanish, and after attracting the attention of the prisoners of war, he looked at the guard sentry on the lookout next to him, a private with a rank below him, so he could dictate to him—even if the other party was Chinese, and the strict discipline in the Joan navy could guarantee this.

"I'll inform the kitchen later, and the rations for all prisoners of war will be halved today!"

Once again, Aror said loudly to the sentry in Spanish that he was not qualified to say this with his rank of sergeant, and that he did not hold a specific position on the side of the prisoner of war camp. But as he spoke, he saluted the gun-wielding sentry. The Chinese soldier didn't actually understand Spanish, but since someone with a high rank took the initiative to salute him, of course he had to return the salute. So the soldier returned the salute to Aror with his legs together, one hand raised to the level of his eyebrows, and he returned the salute to Aror. The military salute of the Chinese People's Liberation Army was naturally quite solemn, and those prisoners of war did not understand the reason, but only saw an authentic Chinese soldier who was so respectful to Aror, and they all trembled a little for a while, and they were convinced of what he said.

Then, as Aror had expected, there was no sense of solidarity among the POWs, and before Aror could turn around, a lame old man in his forties, with messy hair and beard, was pushed out of the crowd, a standard soldier.

"He was laughing at you just now, sir, if there is any guilt, he should bear the responsibility alone, please don't punish us."

Someone in the crowd shouted, and Aror looked at the half-old man, who was always like this—sneering and arrogant when he hid in the shadows, but when he was taken out alone, he was responsible for his own words, and immediately became cowering and silent.

Aror didn't speak, just quietly looked at the old ruffian who had spoken out to provoke him. The other party pretended to be calm at first, but his body still trembled slightly involuntarily - in the Middle Ages, there was no Geneva Convention that was kind to prisoners. Once a prisoner of war is made, life or death depends entirely on the mood of the victor. Of course, Aror knew that this was not the case in the Joan navy, and they had very strict rules for the management of prisoners of war, but these prisoners did not know.

The surrounding prisoners of war also looked at this one with some nervousness, although they pushed the old ruffian out, after all, they also had the sadness of the rabbit and the fox, and Aror knew very well what these people thought, what they feared, and what they expected—because he himself had been in such an environment.

So his gaze only circled the veteran's chest for a moment, and when he saw a mark over there, his brow twitched slightly:

"You're a soldier of the Flanders Legion?"

The veteran was stunned for a moment, and then raised his head with some pride:

"Yes, sir."

Although he used honorifics, there was a hint of conceit in his tone, and Aror knew where his arrogance came from - the Flemish army was the representative of the strongest army in Spain, and the soldiers in this army were all proud of their army.

Aror himself had been a member of that army, an officer in command of an entire company. But now he doesn't want to remember that past. If it is said that he can cultivate a sense of honor as a soldier, the current Joan navy in which he is located far exceeds that of any other army in Europe.

So he just looked at the old man and said:

"As punishment for nonsense, you will not be able to get any rations for a day today. Remember to keep your mouth in mind next time, soldier. ”

Aror looked around and continued in Spanish:

"The share of the others remains the same."

There was a small cheer around, and the veteran looked relieved - there was no torture, no whip, just a simple day of hunger, it didn't seem to be a severe punishment. But at this time, he would never dare to be contemptuous of Aror anymore - the fact that the other party could pull him out of the crowd with just one sentence showed that he was smart enough; And just punishing him a little shows that people are calm enough; In the end, taking advantage of this opportunity, it is clear that the rations are only not increased or decreased, but they actually won the favor of some prisoners, which shows that people are extremely good at taking advantage of opportunities - in the face of such a powerful character, no matter how bold the veteran ruffian is, he will not dare to provoke again.

And Aror didn't talk to him much, if it was a normal time, he might still want to ask about the current situation of the Flanders army, but at this time Aror was concerned, and went straight to the ambulance set up in the prisoner of war camp - this is a medical institution dedicated to serving prisoners of war. Most of the prisoners of war who were brought in had various injuries or illnesses, and the work of Yan zhòng, such as amputation and emergency ambulance bandaging, was carried out by the Qiong Navy medical officer in the field hospital outside. Simple cuts, scratches, post-operative care, etc., are taken care of by trained prisoners and volunteers.

- The so-called "volunteers" are mainly composed of monks and priests in some local monasteries in Manila. Tang Jian and the others felt that they could not fully grasp the thoughts and habits of these European soldiers, and in order to prevent these prisoners from breaking jars and rioting like the last time, unless they needed emergency rescue, the hygienists of the Qiong Navy usually did not enter the prisoner of war camp. In Manila, there were not many white Europeans in Manila, and the religious people, out of devotion to God and their natural affinity for Spain, were willing to take care of their compatriots in the prisoner of war camps.

The prisoners of war, who were also Europeans and had no barriers to language or customs, were given psychological and religious comfort in the realities of the country. In this way, because they were able to communicate with each other and receive information from the outside world in a timely manner, those European soldiers would not be overly frightened by being taken prisoner in a strange place, which would lead to a series of irrational violent acts.

From a modern point of view, psychological care is more important than medical care – if Wang Haiyang had paid more attention to this aspect when he first occupied Manila, it would not have caused a prisoner revolt. Although this matter was forcefully suppressed at that time, it was also reviewed and reflected on within the Qiong Navy afterwards, and several people who were familiar with psychology formulated corresponding management regulations and recommendations, and now Tang Jian and others have regulations to follow when dealing with foreign prisoners.

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Of course, Aror did not understand these psychological considerations, he only knew that the Chinese superiors of the Jon navy he had joined had always been very humane, and had always been very merciful to prisoners of war—something he had experienced at the beginning. At that time, he was directly captured by the army during the attack and defense of Baisha Harbor, but some people also fled into the jungle. It's just that the efforts of those people did not bring good results. After about a week to half a month, they were all caught one after another - compared to the unlucky ghosts who were caught and beaten half to death by the local people, and even lost their lives because of this, Aror found himself lucky to be able to go directly to the prisoner of war camp.

Sooner or later, the compatriots here will also realize this, Aror thought to himself. He walked around the bed area of the seriously wounded, near the outer edge of the tabernacle, where the sun could reach the sun—lying here were unfortunate people who had recently had had been amputated and had lost a leg or arm, some of whom were still snorting and crying, lamenting that they had been unlucky and crippled.

But Aror felt that their luck was good enough—if this was in the camp of the European army, even if the princes and nobles were so badly injured, it would be completely up to them to survive or not. In this day and age, bacterial infections after surgery and festering wounds are problems that even God cannot solve.

But here, the Joan Medic, who didn't believe in God at all, seemed to have conquered the compundant. With the care they taught, those who had their limbs removed were rarely infected, except that they suffered a bit when their wounds were cleaned with strong salt water and hard liquor...... But in any case, it's much better than giving your life.

Even for the unlucky ones who have been infected and the wounds are beginning to rot, they are not incurable - Aror once saw it with his own eyes, those Chinese medical officers actually put fat and fat fly larvae on the festering wounds of seriously injured people, let the maggots eat the carrion on the human body, and then clean and treat...... RO！ ~！

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