Episode 171 Model POW Camp

In the spacious, bright and clean barracks, ten single beds stretched out in two rows, each bed was covered with thin bamboo mats with blue water, thin sheets were folded into regular "tofu blocks", and each bed had a table and a bedside table. There are thermos on the bedside table, a set of clean dishes and chopsticks on the table, and some books and a few copies of the "Daqing Daily".

There is a window between every two beds, which is spacious and spotless, and the glass is spotlessly clean, cleaner than a McDonald's window. If it weren't for the panes, Xiang Xiaoqiang would almost have thought that there was no glass.

There is a pot of begonias on each windowsill, and they are all very beautiful.

Several prisoners of war are now in the barracks, some sitting on beds, some on stools, reading books and playing chess next to the table.

In short, the barracks were quiet, peaceful, one could even say full of harmony.

Xiang Xiaoqiang looked around the prisoner of war barracks, and sighed in his heart, where is this prisoner of war camp, this condition is better than his own university dormitory.

The two Beiqing reporters behind him immediately flashed forward, one carrying a camera and the other carrying a camera, both aimed their lenses at Xiaoqiang, and then turned to the scene in the barracks.

"Bang! Boom! ”

Two flashes of magnesium light, and the camera also "Karakala" rotated.

Looking at the prisoners of war again, they all looked very nervous, their faces were red and white, but they all kept their heads down and continued to "focus" on reading books and playing chess.

Xiang Xiaoqiang had mixed feelings in his heart, took a deep breath, and said softly:

"Brethren, you have suffered. Xiang Xiaoqiang is here. ”

As soon as he said a word, several prisoners of war in the barracks put down their books and chess pieces at the same time, raised their heads, and then said in unison:

"Ah, Lord Xiang, it's you!"

Then several people applauded neatly.

Xiang Xiaoqiang's heart is becoming more and more uncomfortable. These young brethren had grown up in a relaxed, normal, and less lying-like environment in Nanming, but now they were trained like puppets in the captive camps...... It is conceivable how much humiliation and mental torture they have suffered in the past six months! It is also conceivable how many of them will resist and finally give in to all kinds of terrible punishments......

The two "reporters" of the Northern Qing Dynasty next to him carried cameras and video cameras, constantly filming the footage of Xiang Xiaoqiang in the barracks. The most important thing is that they want to shoot this superior environment, and Xiang Xiaoqiang must also be in the camera. This shows that the Qing Dynasty did provide the best preferential treatment to these Nanming prisoners of war. And Xiang Xiaoqiang is the envoy of the Southern Ming Dynasty, and this time he came to check the treatment of prisoners of war in the Ming army. He is also in the camera, which can show that he recognizes all this, no matter whether Beiqing is halal or acting, this has become an irrefutable fact. In the future, whether it is internal propaganda or external strong debate, it will be excellent material.

Xiang Xiaoqiang felt very uncomfortable, glanced at the camera next to him, and still stepped forward and hugged his soldiers.

Although they were all like puppets, Xiang Xiaoqiang clearly felt a strong force when he hugged them, and the heartbeat that came from them across his chest.

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"How is it, brothers," Xiang Xiaoqiang sat on the stool, looked at a few people and smiled, "have you suffered a lot these days?" ”

There was a sudden silence in the barracks for a few seconds, and there was silence. Then one of the prisoners of war stood up and said in a loud voice:

"No, Lord Xiang, we have not suffered at all here, and the commanders of the Qing Dynasty treat us like relatives. I remember one time, I got sick......"

Next, Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yuxuan sat there, enduring the nausea and the breathlessness in their hearts, and listened to the "touching experience" of each of the young men. During this period, Zheng Yuxuan couldn't stand it several times and wanted to go crazy on the spot, but he was stopped by Xiang Xiaoqiang's cough and eyes.

Xiang Xiaoqiang understands these young soldiers better than Zheng Yuxuan.

They are forced to repeat lies, and it's pitiful enough. Anyway, now that they are still in the hands of Beiqing, let's cooperate with them to complete the task first...... When you return to Daming, are you still afraid that you won't be able to hear the truth?

However, when Xiang Xiaoqiang silently listened to the obvious lies in his ears, he had a doubt in his heart: he and Zheng Yuxuan came here to take them back to Daming, and they should all know this. But why do they have to be so meticulous to complete the "task" given to them by the Northern Qing Dynasty?

Although he couldn't figure it out, he had a feeling in his heart, a very bad feeling. I can't say it, it's still a feeling that the Northern Qing Dynasty envelops everything.

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After inspecting a few barracks, it was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon. At this time, the accompanying officials of the Northern Qing Dynasty invited Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yuxuan to the officer's dining room, saying that a luncheon had been arranged.

Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yuxuan glanced at each other, and they both understood what the other party meant.

"No need," said Xiang Xiaoqiang, "take us to the prisoner of war canteen, where we will have lunch with our brethren." ”

To the surprise of the two, several accompanying officials immediately agreed and showed them the way with a smile.

The two looked at each other again, and they both knew what was going on. - The cafeteria has also been arranged.

In a large house of several hundred square meters, the aroma of food comes to the nostrils. Xiang Xiaoqiang estimated that the Ming prisoners of war would line up in front of the window to pass by, and the prisoners of war who were in charge of cooking would fill each of them with a few spoonfuls of food...... As for the food, it is naturally very handy, at least it can't be worse than the boxed lunch in the Ming army.

But the sight in front of him really thundered him.

In the cool breeze of a Taiwanese fan, the dining tables are lined up, each table seats four prisoners of war, and the dining table is covered with a brand-new tablecloth, on which in addition to a vase of flowers, there are eight dishes, a pot of soup, and the staple food is xiaolongbaozi. In addition, there were Qing soldiers wearing aprons and sleeves, pushing small rice carts back and forth, and the rice carts were loaded with several large barrels of vegetables and soup. From time to time, the prisoners of war would wave their hands, and the food truck would stop, and then the Qing soldier would bend down and ask the prisoners of war what they wanted to eat very kindly, and then add food for them......

Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't know what to say for a while, raised his arm and scratched the back of his head.

It was beyond his imagination.

The reporter from Beiqing next to him lost no time in capturing this shot.

"It seems that we really made a mistake," Xiang Xiaoqiang turned his head to Zheng Yuxuan and smiled, "Eating in the prisoner of war camp is a wise choice." ”

Zheng Yuxuan also smiled:

"yes, I suspect it's not as good as going to a welcome luncheon with them. Hehe! ”

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After having lunch with the prisoners of war, Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yuxuan were accompanied by officials from the Northern Qing Dynasty to inspect some other places in the prisoner of war camp. The general feeling is that this is not a prisoner of war camp, and it is not even comparable to an ordinary barracks. Almost like a resort.

But after looking at it in the afternoon, Xiang Xiaoqiang and Zheng Yuxuan also roughly estimated that the Ming prisoners of war seen in the entire prisoner of war camp were almost only a few hundred, and at most **hundred, which was far from the total of more than 6,000.

Xiang Xiaoqiang asked to go to the camps of other prisoners of war. However, the official of the Northern Qing Dynasty who accompanied him said that more than 6,000 prisoners of war were all here.

Zheng Yuxuan, like Xiang Xiaoqiang, stared at the serious officials of the Northern Qing Dynasty in front of him, not knowing whether they were wrong or misunderstood.

Xiang Xiaoqiang smiled and said:

"Are you saying that more than 6,000 Ming prisoners of war are all in this prisoner of war camp? Is it this prisoner of war camp that we have seen today? ”

"Of course."

"What do you mean? Of the hundreds of people we saw this afternoon, you say all 6,000? ”

A Northern Qing official immediately corrected:

"The county lord is poor, why are there hundreds of people? All the prisoners of war of your army are already here. More than 6,000 people, no less than one. Haven't you all seen it? ”

Zheng Yuxuan squinted his eyes and said incredulously:

"But we've only seen these few hundred people in one afternoon!"