"It's free and fair. We've heard you say it at least a thousand times."

Robert waved his hand nonchalantly, and then asked with interest, "Zach, why don't we talk about something more relaxed, like those poker cards you had back then?"

In the ensuing chat, Wei Ran also got an idea from a few words.

To put it simply, it is already August 1969, more than a year has passed since they were captured.

For more than a year, starting from the month after they were captured, Robert and Clint cooperated with "Charlie's performance" again and again, wrote confessions again and again, and even accepted interviews more than once.

If you think about it with hemorrhoids, you can guess that the obedient and cooperative attitude of these two people also bought them relatively comfortable treatment.

Of course, this so-called comfort is probably only relative. The two of them have also lost a lot of weight, and from the fact that they still need to catch snakes to eat, we know that their confessions may not be of much value.

In contrast, Zach and himself did not write a confession even though they were tortured several times.

Not only that, Zach also used the evidence that Robert and Robert had tortured and killed prisoners of war as a threat, asking these two scumbags to keep their identities as reporters secret.

When Wei Ran asked about their press credentials when they were captured, Zach's answer was that he secretly threw them into the water while on the boat.

Instead, Zach became a "camera salesman" and Wei Ran became a "Blue Ribbon beer salesman", and also asked Robert and Clint to help prove their false identities.

Just when the four of them were talking about Captain George, the wild boar of Team T, a clanging sound was heard not far away.

Before the knocking stopped, Zach and the other three had already stood up very quickly and ran into the wooden house amidst the clanging of the cow bells.

When Wei Ran stood up, the three of them had already rushed out, holding a huge bamboo or porcelain bowl in their hands.

"Let's go quickly!"

Zach said, stuffing one of the badly chipped enamel bowls to Wei Ran, and quickly ran towards the direction where the bell rang.

Seeing this, Wei Ran ran out with the three of them, carrying a rice bowl that was not clean and could even be said to be filled with rancid smell.

Soon, several long queues formed on the playground, and at the same time, Wei Ran also smelled the aroma of food.

During the slightly long wait, all the prisoners of war remained quiet, with their heads lowered and their eyes staring at the rice bowls in their hands.

While queuing up, Wei Ran was also looking around. There were not many prisoners of war gathered here, only about a hundred of them.

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Several of them also set up searchlights.

How the hell can you escape?

Wei Ran kicked the ground under his feet and considered the possibility of digging a tunnel. Although the ground was made of dirt, it was extremely hard to trample on.

I glanced at the thatched houses again. They were not in the form of stilted buildings like I had seen before, but were built directly on the ground. And looking at the drainage ditches dug around them, I knew that these thatched houses were waiting for rain.

, I'm afraid it will be very lively inside.

I don’t know how many things in the metal book can be taken out...

In his random thoughts, the queue also moved forward little by little. When it was his turn, an old guy who looked to be forty or fifty years old filled him half a bowl with a big spoon with an expressionless expression.

Pumpkin cubes and cabbage soup, another old guy next to him used a knife to cut off a piece of tofu on the wooden board, which was at most the size of half a cigarette box, and threw it into his soup bowl.

Continuing to walk forward, Wei Ran followed Zach who was waiting for him, and amid the clanging of the cow bells, he returned to the door of the wooden house where he had been chatting not long ago, sat down again, and began to enjoy the food he had just received.

This bowl of soup is not much, and the taste is not only bland, but also mixed with a sour taste that is not sure whether it is the rice bowl itself or the soup itself.

I tried to take a sip, but the soup itself was already cold. In addition to a few pieces of pumpkin, a few vegetable leaves, and a piece of tofu, the soup was mixed with a few pitiful grains of rice.

Generally speaking, this stuff is just swill, and the only ones who can eat it are probably the stick-hammers. But based on what the stick-hammers did in this war, Wei Ran highly doubts the stick-hammers who were caught.

Is there any chance of becoming a prisoner of war?

Frowning and finishing the bowl of swill in two or three mouthfuls, Wei Ran glanced at Zach who was licking his rice bowl, got up and walked into the wooden house behind him alone.

The area inside this wooden house is only eleven or twelve square meters at most. Although there are windows on all sides and there are wooden boards under the feet, you can still feel the moisture coming towards your face.

There were not many things in the room. Four tattered straw mats spread on the floor and a few pieces of logs used as pillows were all the furniture. What remained unchanged was the four iron chains fixed to the load-bearing pillar in the middle.

As for the lighting tool... isn't it hanging in the sky? It's nuclear powered.

Just as he was staring at the sun outside the window in a daze, he noticed that there were black clouds in the distance approaching little by little.

Is it going to rain?

Wei Ran subconsciously smelled the prison uniform on his body, and was immediately choked by the smell of rancidity and sweat accumulated on it and almost vomited out.

After trying to rub his chest, Wei Ran looked at the black mud that was easily rubbed off his fingers, and suddenly he was looking forward to the rain soon.

After walking behind the door, Wei Ran tried to take out the props from the metal book while no one was paying attention to him.

After this attempt, he found that except for the pen he originally gave to Li Youfu, everything else could be taken out. There was even unfinished Coke in the British army kettle, and Li Youfu's reporter was stuffed in the kettle cover.

syndrome, and even malaria medicine, anti-inflammatory medicine and water purification tablets.

After taking a small sip of Coke, Wei Ran immediately put away the kettle and found a seat by the window to sit down, looking at the cowbell on his feet.

The bell seems to be made of 37mm artillery shells, but the steel bars that pass through the shells are not only the thickness of cigarettes, but are also welded to half of the iron hoops.

I turned over the bell and looked at the pendant inside. It was the shell case of a 14.5 mm caliber bullet with the primer facing down, and it was also penetrated on the steel bar.

Was this designed by someone so smart?

Wei Ran shook his head helplessly. Although such a bell hanging on his foot did not restrict his movement, it would make noises whenever he moved. It was not much different from having a GPS installed.

"Crack!"

Just as he was studying the bell on his foot, the sky outside the window was also shrouded in clouds, and a thunder sounded. At the same time, a rapid and sharp whistle came from the window.

Before the whistle stopped, the prisoners of war who were outside also trotted back to their thatched huts.

"Those bastards Charlie did it on purpose"

Zach, who had just walked into the thatched hut, cursed angrily in a low voice, "They deliberately let us come back before it rained, just because they didn't want us to take a shower and wanted to make our hygiene situation worse!"

"If it rains hard enough today, we might be able to take a shower in the house." Robert, who walked in a little later, joked with a big grin.

"If we could take a shower in the house, we might not be able to sleep tonight." Clint stamped his feet, "The distance between these wooden boards, which are thinner than condoms, and the ground is less than one foot."

Before he finished speaking, two militiamen also walked in. One of them stood at the door holding a French submachine gun, and the other took out four padlocks from the small bamboo basket hanging on his waist and locked the four of them.

The iron hoops on the feet and the four iron chains on the load-bearing pillars were locked together.

"Crack!"

Just at this moment, another muffled thunder almost passed from the top of the head into the ears, and immediately after, it started pouring rain outside the window.

Watching the two militiamen leave, the four locked people looked at each other, and tacitly moved to a window, reaching out to catch the raindrops floating in from outside, or scrubbing their faces, hands, or even their necks and armpits.

Wait a minute.

From this simple bathing session, Wei Ran also learned some rules or rules.

For example, the window on the wall facing the door is specially used for peeing. Except for that, peeing is not allowed in the other windows.

For another example, when the whistle blows, they must return to the house immediately and are not allowed to leave until the whistle blows.

For another example, Robert, Clint, Zach, and of course Wei Ran, all of them can skillfully pry open the padlocks on their ankles that are fixed to the chains.

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, there must be three other people in the room to keep watch.

Soon, as the rain outside became heavier and the sky became darker, Zach also took off his tire slippers, and then used his teeth to pull out two thin sticks as wide as a matchstick and as long as a cigarette from the side of the slippers.

Copper sheet.

Not only that, while Zach was using the two copper pieces to pick the lock, Robert also opened the straw mat, opened the wooden board, and then took out a small bamboo tube containing soap.

Looking at Clint again, this guy actually turned over the log that he used as a pillow, then took out a piece, and then also took out a piece of soap from the log pillow that was the size of a cigarette box.

Wei Ran subconsciously looked at his bunk. He first glanced at the log used as a pillow, then checked his slippers, and finally opened the wooden board under the straw mat.

There is a nail on the board, and two black hairpins are pinned to the nail.

"This rain should continue to rain for a long time."

Before Zach finished speaking, he had already pried open the padlock on his ankle with a "click" sound. However, he did not rush to remove the padlock. Instead, he came to Robert who was washing his face by the window and helped him move his feet.

padlock on.

"It would be great if the wall could be broken down." Clint, who was standing guard at the other window, agreed. At the same time, Wei Ran easily opened the padlock on his foot, followed Zach's example, and got closer to Clint's side.

At his feet, he helped him pry open the padlock.

"Even if the wall collapses, we can't escape."

Robert said almost desperately, "We don't even know this is... Gentlemen, relock the lock quickly, I saw someone coming with a flashlight!"

"Click! Click! Click! Click!"

As soon as Robert finished speaking, Wei Ran and Zach began to relock the locks on the ankles of the four of them. Then the four of them squatted down in unison and hurriedly hid their "keys" and soap.

Almost when the four of them came to the window again, pretending to wash their faces and bodies with rainwater, the flashlight light was also aimed at one of the thatched houses, and soon after entering, they walked out again, and from inside

After taking out one or two prisoners of war, they walked into the next thatched hut.

"Is there another idiot who tried to dig a tunnel to escape, and was reported by other idiots?" Clint asked in horror.

"We didn't dig a tunnel"
To be continued...