Like a mixed prison, in a prisoner of war camp with only five or six hundred people, the leaders of their former commanders were also divided into several major factions. In the event of a major conflict, the prisoners of war would quickly stand behind their commanders, and there would be groups of dozens or hundreds of people, which was also a common occurrence in this prisoner of war camp.

After nearly two years of running-in, the shili in the prisoner of war camp has gradually become clear, among which the shili led by Meier, who used to be the brigade commander, is the largest, with nearly two hundred good people, followed by the second largest shili led by the bald Li who dared to fight Haoyi, and the number is also around one hundred and fifty or sixty. The rest are the other small shili, whose number is around a few dozen people each.

The reason why Maier dared to brave the anger of the public and protect Haoyi was precisely because he had two hundred prisoners of war who only obeyed his orders. If it weren't for Haoyi's insistence on accepting the provocation of the bald Li, Maier would have planned to mobilize his subordinates to fight the bald Li at any cost. There was no deep hatred between him and the bald head Li, but in the long and hard days of this prisoner of war camp, due to the friction between his subordinates from time to time, the two gradually became incompatible rivals. Even without the chaos caused by Haoyi's sudden arrival, it would be a matter of time before there would be a rush between Maier and the bald Li.

While watching Haoyi being beaten by the bald head Li's blood, Maier had already quietly given his subordinates an order to be ready to do it at any time. However, what Maier didn't expect was that things would take such an astonishing turn for the better, which can almost only be described as a sharp turn.

When the bald Lee, covered in blood, lay motionless on the ground, Mel finally smiled happily......

When the Seymour prisoner of war camp was once again shrouded in infinite darkness, the prisoners of war, who had been busy all day, dragged their tired bodies, were driven back to the cave cells by the guards, and the fence gates made of fine iron were slammed shut in a series of clatters. Tonight, however, the POWs did not quickly immerse themselves in the endless snoring as they had done in the past. From time to time, the prisoners of war whispered excitedly in the cave cells. During the day, the "duel" between Haoyi and the bald Li can be said to be so wonderful that these prisoners of war were dumbfounded.

"Big brother, tell the brothers again, how did you beat that bald head Li all over the ground to find teeth? The brothers don't even see what you're doing! Tut-tut, it's so exciting! The prisoners of war in the 501 cell were even more excited, the prisoner who was beaten by the guards for no reason during the day, carrying a broken steel box with a little water, ran to Hao Yi and said with a stumbling eye.

"Hey, do you want to hear it?" Hao Yi, who was sitting on the wooden bed and leaning against the cold cave wall, chewed a weed root in his mouth that he didn't know where to find it, and smiled proudly.

"Yes, of course!" The prisoners of war nodded their heads in unison as the prisoner who brought Hao Yi clean water to Hao Yi responded one after another, and their eyes flashed with infinite admiration.

"Ya's addiction to smoking, if any of you gets two ball cigarettes for Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu will tell you how Young Master Ben beat that dead bald head so that he can't find the north!" Haoyi yawned for a long time, chirped his big mouth, and offered a "sky-high price" to the prisoners of war who looked at him with blank eyes. The guy suddenly remembered the ball cigarettes he had smoked at Andrew's, the kind of cheap and low-grade cigarettes, although the taste was very strong, but it was very refreshing. However, even this kind of cheap ball cigarette is definitely an unattainable luxury in this prisoner of war camp.

So, after Haoyi set out the "conditions", the prisoners of war suddenly fell into a burst of embarrassment, and looked at each other helplessly.

"Okay, if you have nothing to do, give Lao Tzu an early bed, don't fucking chirp crookedly, save some effort and work tomorrow!" Maier walked over and kicked the prisoner who was guarding Hao Yi away, glaring at his subordinates and reprimanding them. These prisoners of war, who originally wanted to hear about Haoyi's feats, rolled back to their bunks one by one and lay down pretending to be.

"Stinky boy, let's make do with it!" Maier arched Hao Yi, who was leaning against the wall of the cave, to the side, took out two cigarettes from his pocket, handed one to Hao Yi, and lit it with his old face.

"Lao Mai, you also call it smoke, it's really too much!" Haoyi's hand, which was fixed by the torture instrument, looked at the cigarette "helplessly", and said with a wry smile.

"What? Think it's low-grade? Then don't smoke it, return it! Maier spat out a long smoke ring, glared back at Hao Yi, and made a gesture to snatch the cigarette from Hao Yi's hand.

"Oh, don't, don't, no matter how bad it is, it's still smoke!" Haoyi hurriedly dodged Maier's outstretched hand, and said with a roll of his eyes: "Old Mai, send the Buddha home, you can help Young Master Ben order it again!" As he spoke, Haoyi shook his hands that were fixed by torture instruments, indicating that he couldn't light the cigarette.

"I'm X, I really owe you in my last life!" Maier muttered, reluctantly took the cigarette in Haoyi's hand, put it in his mouth and lit it, and stuffed it into Haoyi's mouth.

"Whew, don't say it, this broken cigarette is really fucking exciting!" Haoyi took a big puff with a cigarette bar, spit out a long smoke ring like a standard old smoking gun, and praised it comfortably.

"Nonsense, this is something that Lao Tzu worked so hard to get!" Maier glared at Hao Yi again, and in distress he snuffed out the cigarette that was only half smoked, carefully hid it, and said to Hao Yi seemingly casually: "You go and inquire, how many people can smoke this cigarette in this prisoner of war camp?" Hmph, boy, don't fucking get cheap and sell well! ”

"By the way, Old Mai, how did you get these cigarettes? According to you, don't you even have enough food rations every day, and you can still get such a luxury? Hearing Meier's words, Haoyi suddenly became curious, and asked vaguely while smoking a cigarette.

"Hehe, you want to know?" Maier learned from Hao Yi's appearance to his subordinates, smiled proudly, suddenly his old face changed, and he snatched the cigarette from Hao Yi's mouth violently, took a big puff, and then stuffed it back into Hao Yi's mouth.

"I'm X, you dead old Mai, don't sell a lawsuit with Lao Tzu! If you have a fart and let it go, if you can escape in the future, Lao Tzu will buy you a whole box of good cigarettes, and you won't be able to kill you if you smoke! Haoyi directly killed most of the remaining half of the cigarette in one go, spit out a large patch of gray green smoke indiscriminately, and asked urgently.

"Then Lao Tzu doesn't want any broken ball cards, Lao Tzu wants a big star gate for a hundred yuan!" Seeing that the cigarette in Haoyi's mouth was about to be smoked, Meier hurriedly snatched the cigarette butt back and smoked it very comfortably.

"Good, good! Any brand will do, let's talk about it! Could it be that you, an old immortal cat spirit wheat, still have some ability to reach the sky! Hao Yi hurriedly responded.

"It's very simple, Lao Tzu got these cigarettes from those guards!" The cigarette butt was about to burn to his fingers, and Old Maier was reluctant to throw it away, so he took a careful sip again, and then explained to Haoyi in a low voice.

It turned out that after these prisoners of war were thrown into this place where birds don't, in order to stabilize the emotionally unstable prisoners of war, the guard commanders had to go to great lengths to "slap in" with Meier Bald Lee and other guys who seemed to be small leaders of prisoners of war. It was also by taking advantage of this mentality of the guards and commanders that Meier quickly got along with the guards. With his ability to mix the world, Maier easily asked the guards to get himself a lot of luxury goods such as cigarettes in private through some "normal" channels.

"I see!" After listening to Meier's explanation, Haoyi suddenly realized, and then a glimmer of light flashed in his heart, frowning and muttering: "So, you have a good relationship with those guards?" ”

"Not exactly! Mainly the prison guards who are directly watching over us! Maier finally finished his cigarette butt, patted the ashes on his body and explained to Haoyi: "As for those marines who are responsible for the defense of the perimeter of the prisoner of war camp, they can't fight with Lao Tzu and these people!" ”

"Old Mai, seriously, do you really plan to spend the day you die in this hellish place?" Haoyi leaned over to Maier's side and asked in a low voice with a straight face.

"Oh fuck, who the fuck wants to die alive in this hellish place?" Hearing this, Maier glared at Haoyi angrily, and then sighed helplessly and said: "But even if Lao Tzu wants to escape from here, then we have to think of a perfect way first, otherwise, even if we are not killed by those guards, we will have to starve to death and die in that mountainous area where birds don't!" ”

"Don't be so pessimistic about Lao Mai, as long as you want to escape, there will always be a way!" Haoyi comforted Maier, and then asked thoughtfully: "What do you think are the chances of winning if our hundreds of prisoners of war unite and fight with those guards?" ”

"Are you crazy? Not to mention the hundreds of heavily armed marines on the outskirts of the prisoner of war camp, and the dozens of prison guards with laser micro-punches in their hands, it is enough for us bare-handed guys to drink a pot! Maier's eyes widened and he said in surprise.

"Of course you can't fight hard in person! But didn't I say you, Lao Mai, you have led soldiers to fight before, can't we think of some way to outwit you? Haoyi complained to Maier with disdain, and then reminded: "Think about it, if in the dark middle of a stormy night, hundreds of brothers in the entire prisoner of war camp suddenly come out of their cells, can those prison guards who sleep like dead pigs stand it?" ”

"You mean, get rid of the prison guards first? Then ...... "Haoyi's reminder made Maier faintly catch a glimmer of light in his heart.

"That's right! You see, those prison guards have at least dozens of laser micro-punches in their hands! And the 100-odd Marines on the periphery can't be fully armed and energetic 24 hours a day. As long as we can successfully grab those laser micropunches first, we have the capital to fight with those Marines! Besides, even heavily armed Marines don't necessarily mean they're completely invincible to laser micro-punching! As you know, the helmet mask of CMC armor can't stop the laser from shooting at close range. If there are dozens of marksmanship brothers with laser micro-punches in their hands, then the Bailai Marines will not have much advantage at all! Hao Yi attached himself to Myer's ear and continued to whisper to explain the jihua that suddenly appeared in his heart, and Maier nodded frequently when he heard it.