"Sir, our trench defense area ends at the front."

Three platoon lengths Chuck. Newton heard that Muyang was coming, so he came from the office and told Muyang about the current situation in the defense area.

"Which unit is stationed in the defense zone ahead?"

"It's the first battalion and three companies of the 56th Regiment."

"It seems that we are even the border defense area of our regiment. Let's go, go ahead and have a look. Mu Yang said and raised his legs and walked forward.

As soon as he turned a corner, Mu Yang saw a wide empty trench, of course, this width was compared to the trench. This is not the point, Mu Yang found a group of people in this spacious place, a group of people with ragged clothes and gray faces.

These people are covered in mud and dust, and some of them can't see their original appearance, but their body shape and appearance can't be changed, they are Asian. The most important thing is that Muyang actually found Chinese in this group of people, yes, Chinese, this discovery made Muyang a little surprised.

A word flashed in Muyang's mind, 'Huagong'.

Of course, Muyang knew about the existence of Chinese laborers in World War I. Williams also saw Chinese laborers carrying ammunition and supplies on the battlefield. Williams, I didn't pay attention to those Chinese workers.

Muyang didn't know that his company now had Chinese workers, Claire didn't tell him, it seems that these Europeans really don't take these Chinese workers seriously.

"Newton, what is the condition of these laborers?" Muyang asked.

"What's the matter, sir, oh, these laborers are newly assigned, the original ones. They were killed by the Germans on the battlefield, so the regimental headquarters was assigned a new batch. Newton replied.

All dead. Dead, what a light word. Those Chinese disappeared like this, silently, without leaving anything to remember in this world, like smoke and dust, disappeared.

"I'm trying to ask, why are they here, why do they have guns in their hands, why don't they live in the fortifications?" Mu Yang asked three questions in a row, which made Newton a little confused.

"Sir. They have always lived here. It was the order of the command to give them guns, because there were not enough people, and sometimes when it was time to defend, they needed to go up and take a look. Newton replied.

"Then why live in the open air, with only such a canvas shed on it." Mu Yang was a little unhappy in his heart, and stepped forward to check the situation of these laborers.

These laborers are not all Chinese, but also Indians and Javanese. Mu Yang was in their rice bowl and saw black bread and cooked green beans, and nothing else.

When the laborers saw an officer approaching, they all stood up honestly. No one needs to tell you to lean on both sides. Under the black-gray face, a pair of eyes with white pupils and dark pupils looked so confused. Few of these people speak a foreign language, and most of them have a few words other than those such as eating, sleeping, charging, shooting, moving, bullets, and shells. The others didn't understand what Muyang was talking about.

"Newton, what do they usually eat?" Muyang asked.

"The military department regulates their meals. Bread, flour, green beans, a small amount of canned food and greens, nothing else. Newton replied.

"Now that they've been shot, why can't they be treated like soldiers." Mu Yang asked again.

Lieutenant Newton hesitated for a long time before he said, "Sir, I don't know." ”

Yes, Newton was only a lieutenant, a lowliest officer, and how could he possibly know how the generals arranged for these Chinese laborers.

Mu Yang fell silent.

He shouldn't have rebuked Newton, it had nothing to do with him, and now that even their company could not fully guarantee the supplies, how could they think of raising the food of the laborers.

"How many laborers do we have?" Mu Yang asked in a low voice.

"Originally, there were 30 people, but two died of illness two days ago, it seems to be dysentery, two Javanese people, they drank unclean raw water, and now there are 28 people." Newton said.

Mu Yang nodded, not saying anything.

In a foreign country, seeing his own countrymen, and being treated like this, Muyang's heart was a little uncomfortable. He had already made up his mind in his heart that he must change the food and treatment of these Chinese laborers, and as for those Indian and Javanese laborers, count them as lucky and stained with the light of these Chinese laborers.

Mu Yang turned his head to the laborers standing by the trench wall and said, "How many Chinese are here, stand up and take a look." ”

Muyang's words, which were spoken in very pure Chinese, immediately caused a small commotion among the Chinese in the labor group.

But these people are still a little timid, and no one has come forward.

"Come out and talk back to someone and tell me about your situation, I think you need clean water, food, and a place to sleep." Mu Yang said again in Chinese.

There was another murmur in the crowd.

After a while, a man in his thirties walked out of the crowd and said in a clear Shandong accent: "Sir, what do you want to ask?" ”

This man was tall, about 1.8 meters long, his head was shaved brightly, he was wearing a red body, a wide cloth belt around his waist, fat and shabby pants full of mud, and on his feet was a pair of big scalp shoes that could no longer be seen to be deformed, but they didn't look like the kind of leather shoes equipped by the British army, and they were probably pulled from the corpse of some unlucky German soldier.

"What's your name, where are you?" Mu Yang asked in a very gentle tone.

The strong man was stunned for a moment, and then immediately replied, "My name is Wang Dazhuan, a native of Tai'an, Shandong." ”

Seeing that Muyang actually chatted with a Chinese worker in Chinese, whether it was Chuck. Lieutenant Newton, Muyang's communications soldier and the soldiers of the third platoon were all surprised that their company commander actually understood the language of the East.

Even the Chinese workers, Indian, and Javanese laborers were very surprised.

Because, in ordinary times, these Europeans, who look down on them the most, the Orientals, usually do not look at them squarely, and only when they are asked to work, will they pop out of their mouths with a few words, and those Europeans only regard them as the cheapest labor, like cattle and horses.

You know, the current blacks have just gotten rid of the status of slaves, so don't expect these Europeans to have much idea of equal treatment of Orientals.

The so-called equality and friendliness, humility and etiquette, are all things between the aristocracy, and they all circulate between the so-called white people and the superior people, and they, the yellow people, cannot enjoy these.

In normal times, those European soldiers, to these laborers, are shouting and drinking, beating and scolding, deducting rations and commissions, and who is looking at them.

"How many Chinese workers are there?" Mu Yang ignored the surprise of others and continued to ask.

"Sir, we have a total of 16 Chinese here."

"Where did they all come from?"

"There are everywhere, I am from Shandong, there are four Shandong villagers here, there are Henan, Guangdong, Guangxi, and Hubei."

"When did you come here and what do you do?"

"I've been here for two years, and I've been running with the army, and at first I was carrying supplies and ammunition, and recently I suddenly gave us a gun and asked us to fight with him." Wang Dazhuan chatted with Muyang for a few words, and gradually let go of a little.

"Can you eat enough?"

"The bread in the army is still full, but I eat too many beans and love to fart."

As soon as Wang Dazhuan finished saying this, a few low laughter suddenly came out in the crowd of Chinese workers, and then quickly disappeared. (To be continued......)