Mike's heart is like ashes, and he estimates that there are two possibilities for his ending, the first is to be directly cut out of his throat, put in a body bag and sent back to his hometown; The second is to be captured by the Russians and put in a prisoner of war camp.

Either way, of course, Mike felt that it would be difficult for him to make it back home alive and probably never see Lucy again.

Soon Mike felt himself tied up in rice dumplings, indicating that he had been arranged by God to take a second path. Although his life was saved for the time being, Mike was full of fear about what would happen next.

After arriving in Russia, what I saw and heard along the way was not very good, especially the corpses that were crushed by the train and shredded appeared in nightmares. Even Mike dreamed more than once that his corpse was subjected to the same treat.

Mike was pushed and shoved forward by the two Russians behind him, how he wished he could run into his patrol, even the Finns! But if he paused or hesitated slightly, he would be pushed the back, and then a dagger would slash at him twice.

This is more effective than any kind of warning, anyway, Mike is becoming more and more honest, obediently following the instructions of the Russians, and does not dare to have the slightest thought of resistance.

Of course, this was not only because of the warnings of the Russians, but also because Mack had seen how the Finns treated the Russian prisoners of war, beating and scolding at every turn, and possibly killing and maiming them if they were unhappy.

On one occasion he heard from his friends that the Finn prisoner of war camp was a nightmare, and that all the Bolsheviks and Finnish Red Guards were shot and their bodies were left in the forest. Devour it at will. As for the non-Bolshevik Russian prisoners of war. Before entering the prisoner of war camp, he was stripped of all his clothes. In the cold of winter, the poor creatures had to huddle together to keep warm, and the evil Finns, in order to amuse or punish the Russian invaders, would drive the prisoners out of the house in the snowy weather.

Anyway, the sensational stories frightened Mike, and he had no doubt about the veracity of them, for he had spoken to a Finnish sentry and learned from the latter. Their methods of punishing prisoners of war were learned from Russian masters, in the words of the Finns, a tooth for a tooth and an eye for an eye.

In other words, Mike was so sure that the Russian POW camp was probably the same as the Finnish POW camp, if not more terrifying?

After walking for more than an hour on a snowy night, just after Mike had completely lost his sense of direction, he was suddenly ordered to stop, and he had been thinking about it, and he raised his head to see a carriage with an iron cage parked in front of him. And the cage is already filled with a few unlucky eggs like him.

At this moment, the man in the cage and Mike outside the cage have a pair of eyes. There was a sense of grotesqueness on both sides. Thankfully, that feeling disappeared as Mike was also in the cage. The unlucky ones in the cage start chatting with each other.

"Dude, which part are you?" A small man with a sharp-beaked monkey cheek poked Mike with his elbow and asked.

Mike replied weakly, "From Company E of the 3rd Battalion, Mike. Crowton. ”

"Sully. Poplar. Company A, 5th Battalion. The little man with the sharp-beaked monkey's gills introduced himself.

Mike glanced around and asked in a low voice, "Are there any Americans besides us?" ”

Shali loosened his shoulders, pointed to the other end of the cage and said, "Our platoon leader, Lieutenant Dawson, was knocked unconscious, and this idiot tried to emphasize to the Russians that he was an officer and should not be locked up with soldiers, and then the Russians got impatient and gave him a rifle butt. God willing, and may he never wake up! ”

The corners of Mike's mouth twitched, and he asked, "For what?" Do you hate him? ”

Shali snorted and said, "Of course I hate him, if it weren't for this idiot dragging my feet, how could I have been caught by the Russians!" This idiot killed me! ”

As the temperature got colder and both Mike and Sully lost interest in talking, Sully buried his head between his legs, curled up in a ball and looked extremely depressed, while the Dawson platoon commander never woke up. As for the Finns, they got together and whispered something in a relaxed way, without the slightest hint of fear after being captured.

Mike didn't know if the Finns were warriors who looked at death as if they were dead warriors, or if they were too heartless, but he couldn't talk nonchalantly, his attention was all on the grooms, and he wanted to hear what these people were trying to do.

However, Mike soon became confused, and although he did not understand Russian, he could understand some of it after dealing with the Russians in Murmansk for more than half a year. But tonight, he didn't understand a word.

Could it be that this is the Russian dialect? Mike couldn't help but think. It is not impossible, he has heard that there are quite a few ethnic minorities in Russia, which have their own language. It is almost impossible to understand all the national languages of Russia!

Soon Mike gave up eavesdropping, partly because he couldn't understand it, and partly because Lieutenant Dawson had finally woken up. Mike soon discovered that Sully was right, that Lieutenant Dawson was indeed unlikeable, or rather annoying.

Because after learning about the current situation and Mike's identity, he immediately showed a kind of superior pride, and issued orders to Mike in a commanding tone, and he naturally regarded himself as the head of everyone.

"Soldiers, although we were captured by despicable Russian bandits. But that doesn't mean we can end the fight! It seems to me that our battle with the devil has just begun...... As a military man, we must first of all ensure that military secrets are not leaked, and from now on, no matter what the Russian devil asks, we cannot answer! ”

Shali asked, somewhat sarcastically, "What if the Russians want to kill us?" ”

Lieutenant Dawson straightened his waist and hit his head directly on the top of the iron cage, and it was here that he gritted his teeth and emphasized: "Sacrifice your life for the country and die a glorious death!" ”

Mike didn't have the slightest interest in the so-called sacrifice for the country, he didn't want to die, and he didn't feel that he had any great secrets, what could a soldier like him know? He doesn't know anything!

The carriage went on and on for more than three hours. At the time when Mike they were almost frozen. The car stopped. The cage was also opened. Before getting out of the car, Lieutenant Dawson was still tirelessly adjusting: "Don't open your mouth, or I'll tear your throats myself!" ”

However, his threat was soon interrupted by the impatient Russians, who dragged the chattering Lieutenant Dawson out of his cage, repeatedly warning him to shut up, and the four large mouths allowed Mr. Lieutenant to finally control his tongue.

In this regard, Sully's assessment is: "Stupid. Ask for your own hardship! ”

Michael looked around, and if this was a prisoner of war camp, the conditions were much better than he had imagined, at least a hundred times better than the shack camp built by the Finns out of thatch and thin planks. Most of the houses are made of logs, and although they are a little rough, they look so sturdy. And every house has a chimney, and more importantly, there is green smoke rising from the chimney. This shows that every house has heating facilities, and to be honest, this is better than their previous accommodation. In Mike's company, only officers were entitled to sleep in houses. Only then did they have the conditions to make a fire to keep warm, and these low-ranking soldiers could only huddle in the tent of Liang Suosuo and suffer.

Just when Mike was very happy with the accommodation. Shali stabbed him twice: "Look! He whispered.

Looking in the direction of Salinu's mouth, Mike was also stunned, and he found that the "Russians" who escorted them and the "Russians" who came out to "greet" them all had oriental faces, specifically Chinese.

Yes, Mike could recognize at a glance that these Oriental faces belonged to the Chinese, because he had been in Chinatown for a while and had a deep understanding of how to distinguish Eastern faces.

But Mike thought about it and thought it was incredible, in distant Russia, he was actually captured by a group of Chinese? How to think about how unreal. Especially when he found that some "officer"-like Chinese could order the hair that was red, this incredibleness was infinitely magnified.

It is important to know that in the "civilized" United States, the Chinese are also inferior citizens who are not welcomed. No Chinese can dictate to white people, not even white beggars. If the Chinese dared to do so, the police uncles would be happy to teach them a lesson, so that they could understand whose world the United States really was.

"Damn Chinese pigs!"

When Lieutenant Dawson learned that he had been captured by a group of Chinese, he immediately cursed indignantly. However, Mike and Sully immediately chose to distance themselves from him, and although it was impossible to determine that the Chinese understood English, such an act of death must be resisted.

In Shali's words, "Don't let this idiot kill us!" ”

The captives were soon ordered to line up for battle, and with the exception of Lieutenant Dawson, who was reluctant to cooperate with the penchant for death, the prisoners of war, including Mike, Shaley, and the other Finns, were extremely obedient because they were each given two slices of leba and a bowl of hot broth.

Although he really only had soup and no meat, Mike felt very satisfied, and this was the first time he had eaten hot food since he arrived at the front. Before that, every day was a constant Spam luncheon meat. This made him have a better impression of the Chinese, at least he didn't invite them to eat guns as soon as he came up.

Of course, the fear in Mike's heart has not decreased much, who knows if this is a conspiracy of the Chinese? Perhaps, once they feel that they are useless, they will treat him like garbage?

As a descendant of German immigrants, Mack had heard his elders talk about the Yellow Peril, and he had never had a very good impression of the East and China, and like all superficial white people, he had no good feelings for the people who worshipped the evil dragon.

And Mack had also heard that the ancient Orient was quite good at torturing people, and that their study of torture could literally throw off the European and American civilizations for centuries. Mike wasn't sure he could stand the torture.

In the midst of this nonsense, Mike and the others were separated and interrogated separately, and when he was escorted into the interrogation room, he thought that the next thing that awaited him was either a tiger chair or a pepper water.

"Name!"

The interrogator shouted twice before Mike came back to his senses, of course, he was not stunned, but felt incredible, the interrogation room was very empty, except for two chairs, a table, the only thing that could be next to the torture instrument was the big stove, but the stove was not full of red-hot irons, Mike only saw the aroma of baked potatoes, a very simple food. Makes him drool a little.

"Mike. Crowton. Private of Company E, 3rd Battalion, U.S. Expeditionary Force. ”

The interrogator wrote it down on paper. I asked a few more cookie-cutter questions, and then turned to the point: "How many people do you have, how many machine guns?" There is no artillery support. ”

After thinking about it for a long time, he suddenly asked, "If I refuse to answer these questions, what will be the consequences?" Will you put me to death? ”

His words amused the interrogators, and they laughed for a while. He replied: "Mr. Crowton, as a prisoner, you are protected by the Geneva Conventions. Even if you refuse to disclose these issues, we will not put you to death. ”

Mike breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately asked, "Won't you abuse me?" ”

The interrogator laughed again and said, "As I said, you are protected by the Geneva Conventions, and our volunteers treat prisoners well." ”

Mike still didn't believe it, because before that, the superiors had constantly instilled in them that the Russians were devils. The Bolsheviks were ogres with horns on their heads, tails behind their buttocks, and teeth sharper than serrations. Don't say you were captured by them. Even talking to them can be dangerous.

And now, Mike is discovering that the situation doesn't seem to be like that at all. First of all, he was fighting with the Chinese, and secondly, the other party claimed to be a volunteer army, and at the last time, he also declared that he was willing to abide by the Geneva Conventions. This is completely different from the situation described by the alarmist superiors!

After a long time, Mike, who was a little stupid, was reminded by the interrogator before leaving the interrogation room. To be honest, he didn't want to leave the warm room so early, and it was the first time he had felt warm under his feet since he entered Finland.

Soon after, Shari also came out of another interrogation room, but his expression was quite amused, as if he had seen something very good.

"Ha Luha, Dawson of the dog is suffering!"

"What's going on?" Mike was a little surprised, could it be that the Chinese lied, and they would still mistreat the prisoners?

Shali waved his hand and said, "It's not about the Chinese, it's Dawson himself who died." As soon as this fool entered, he dragged it like 2580,000, didn't take the other party in his eyes at all, and scolded at every turn. The result angered the Chinese and the Russian guards, who gave him two harsh blows. It's really a big piece of people's hearts, if I want to say that the Chinese don't need to be polite to this miscellaneous at all, just kill him directly! ”

Mike pouted, not knowing what to say, and he felt that Lieutenant Dawson was a little too excessive and unaware of the times.

That morning, Mike, Shali, and the other Finnish prisoners of war were put on the bus again, and it turned out that this was not a prisoner of war camp, but only a barracks. After another hour of tossing and turning, they arrived at a very large, bustling city, the largest Mike had seen in nearly a year since they arrived in Russia.

"This is Vyborg!"

When Mike learned from the Finnish prisoners of war that the city was Vyborg, he was moved to learn that this was the city they had been ordered to capture. But what's funnier is that instead of capturing the city, he was captured by the city first.

Mike had a good impression of Vyborg, especially of the prisoner of war camp, and the conditions were a little better than the makeshift interrogation office he had passed by. The barracks have heating, shops, hospitals, and even a post office!

Of course, if a prisoner of war wanted to write a letter, he had to do so in front of the post office staff, and every letter had to be checked. In this regard, Mike expressed his understanding, in fact, he felt more comfortable and happy in this prisoner of war camp than in the company before.

The only fly in the ointment is that the food is a little monotonous, except for Leba or Leba. But Mike wasn't going to complain about anything, and for food-strapped Russia, it would be nice to have Leba. Moreover, the Allied prisoners of war were entitled to free food and lodging, while the Finnish prisoners of war had to work in exchange for rations.

If you have a lot of cash, you can go straight to the store and buy some snacks, cigarettes or alcoholic beverages, or go to the small stove in the canteen, where the fees are high, but the food is really good, with excellent wine, seafood and a variety of Russian specialties. According to the POWs who visited, it tasted great.

For POWs who do not have cash (POW shops only accept US dollars, pounds or francs), there are ways to improve their lives. You can choose to sell the information, hang a psychological counseling department in the prisoner of war hospital, and immediately there will be Cheka experts and scholars to help you solve the problem of "life", the Cheka is interested in any information, and will give the right price for each piece of information, and every prisoner of war can gain something.

For example, Sully, who went to the prisoner of war camp with Mike, this somewhat obscene little man is a frequent visitor to the psychological counseling department, and every time he goes in, he can improve his life, and I don't know where he got so much information.

However, Mike did not envy Sully, he did not intend to betray his brothers in the company, as a man with a good conscience, he did not want to live in guilt for the rest of his life. And prisoners of war don't have to sell intelligence to improve their lives.

People who really have the ability are popular everywhere, such as Mike, before joining the army, he was a lathe worker and had a good set of fiddling with lathes. Soon his specialty was discovered by the North Industries Company, which was plagued by the quality of personnel, and skilled workers were very scarce.

Soon, Mike found a job at NORINCO, staying in the factory during the day and returning to the prisoner of war camp to sleep at night. Not only did he earn enough money to live comfortably, but even after the war ended, he could save enough money to buy a house in the suburbs of Miami...... (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank Comrade Pig Chic 2 and Fat Man Lu Fei!