There are two coalition prisoners of war camps set up by the Desai Division, one in Evora and the other near the military camp in the northern suburbs of Lisbon. According to the war practices passed down from the Middle Ages, the barracks and soldiers enjoy different levels of treatment in the prisoner-of-war camp, including the treatment and food they received. In addition, in terms of accommodation, ordinary soldiers are basically all-out, with a group of 40 to 50 people; while the lieutenant is a four-person room, and the school officer is a double room; the general can carry a sword (the school-level officer also retains a sword) and enjoy a single suite. He not only has his own office and conference room, but also can assign a captured soldier as his full-time service.

After being injured and captured, Captain Perot Biyero was imprisoned in a prisoner of war camp in the northern suburbs of Lisbon. It was a unique townhouse made of oak trees, with a large open grass in the middle, which allowed prisoners of war to go out for exercises every morning and evening, take a walk in their spare time, and even hold flag-raising ceremonies of various countries under the flagpole.

If you didn't pay attention to the two barbed wire mesh and several Gundam guardhouses on the periphery, many people thought this was an ordinary barracks. The only difference was that there were no weapons set up in the square. The 19th century European war still belonged to the category of gentlemen's wars. Captured officers and soldiers rarely took the initiative to escape from prison, and the guards would not abuse their prisoners. Both sides were generally at peace.

After lunch today, the soldiers walked out of the restaurant and gathered in the square. They either hugged their knees with their knees and sat on the sparse grass to enjoy the brilliant sunshine before the Mediterranean rainy season; or took out needles and threads, and squirted their ragged military uniforms with their hands and feet; or chatted boredly with each other and cursed why the damn war was not over yet.

During lunch break, officers usually do not mix with soldiers. After dining and walking, they gathered in groups of three or five in the officers' club, playing billiards, reading newspapers, or savoring light beer. Some officers lay on the table and wrote letters at home, but the letters could not be sealed because they had to undergo detailed inspections by the French military police before delivery and paid two pounds of postage.

On the left side of the gate, there is a long dining table surrounded by seven or eight benches, which is the temporary gathering place for the POW Management Committee. At this time, several British-army officers were discussing the supply and distribution of meat, bread, cheese, coffee and wine in the POW camp.

As the executive chairman of the prisoner-of-war self-discipline committee and the former adjutant of General Hill, Major Alvin must sign and approve the food and drink supply list. The Major was captured by the French army along with the field hospital. As a wounded British officer, he could have had the opportunity to release early, but Alvin eventually refused, saying that he would wait until the last British soldier walked out of the French prisoner-of-war camp before he could return to Britain.

Soon, the major, who had already recovered from the injury, frowned. He saw from the list that the prisoner-of-war camp defenders had significantly reduced the supply of canned pork and light beer for prisoners, but as a way to make up for it, increasing the amount of black bread and coffee.

"Lt. James!" Major Alvin raised the supply list and said to a British lieutenant: "You will ask Captain Cedro later why we should reduce the amount of meat and beer."

"I've asked a long time ago, and he said that this was handled according to the Duke's opinion and could only obey!" Lieutenant James explained helplessly.

"Oh, your Polish friend, Lieutenant Yangzak Votovitch didn't reveal anything?" the major continued.

"That bastard, he wants to invite me to Poland for the real meat-loving festival!" The lieutenant said a little angrily.

Two months ago, James made a joke with Yang Zach Votovitch at the mountain pass, and the Poles always took it to heart. To this day, the two have mutual identities. The former French prisoners of war became guards, while the previous British officers became prisoners of war. Although Lieutenant James and Second Lieutenant Yang Zach Votovitch were quarrels from time to time, the two had a good relationship with each other.

Alvin's eyes lit up. He felt that he had figured out some inside information and said to himself, "Is the Duke of Desay's troops ready to withdraw and leave Portugal?"

When James and others heard this, they became excited. The officers gathered together and shouted in unison: "Okay, okay, since the French are leaving, we can pack our luggage early and return home (go home)."

Major Alvin glared at his colleagues with annoyance, then shook his head and said, "If Duke Hruna wants to withdraw his troops, the prerequisite is to defeat or expel General Wellington's troops and end this Portuguese war."

When the cold water was poured down, the noise of the officers' club immediately stopped, and the atmosphere was a bit cold. However, several Portuguese officers who were unwilling to fail were shouting loudly, clamoring that Viscount Willington would teach the French a lesson. Most British officials were silent. For them, everything on the battlefield was over, and returning home healthy and safely was the most meaningful thing.

Although they were in a prisoner-of-war camp, the British and the outside world were not closed. They learned some bad news from their family letters and newspapers: After successfully obtaining Lisbon, the Desai Division occupied the entire southern region of Portugal with almost no blood. In addition, the 20,000 Spanish troops loyal to King Joseph also entered Portugal, and they were taking over the defense of the Duke of Hruna's troops. This means that the Desai Division will free up all its troops and launch an attack on the Portuguese-Spanish coalition forces in central Portugal.

Before, an officer who was unwilling to be lonely had done military deductions in the prisoner-of-war camp. He was indefinitely looking forward to General Wellington leading his troops to launch a third landing operation, defeating the French army that enjoyed the sunshine, beaches, food and beautiful women in Lisbon. However, these naive discussion topics were criticized by Major Alvin and others who were familiar with the inside story of military affairs.

That was when they knew that most of the troops that the British could mobilize were concentrated in the Hota River, and they must always be wary of the French troops commanded by Marshal Massena, who were so close that they could not get out of their way to deal with another battlefield. As for the local imperial fleets cruising near the coastline, unless the genius sailors could drive warships to land under the guidance of God.

On August 13, the Portuguese Legion successfully captured the Almeda Fortress. The reason was that last night, a mortar fired by the French army was extremely lucky to hit the main ammunition depot of the fortress defenders, which triggered a series of ammunition explosions, including 4,000 pieces of artillery shells and gunpowder, 120,000 pounds of scattered black gunpowder, and more than 100,000 rifle ammunition, which completely disappeared within a few seconds.

This death-death explosion also caused a large section of the city wall to collapse, and also triggered a raging fire that spread throughout the city. After the early morning, most of the Almeda Fortress was razed to the ground. The explosion and fire caused one-third of the soldiers and one-half of the civilians to be killed or injured, and the entire fortress had lost its defensive function. As a last resort, General Cox, the commander of the fortress, had no choice but to surrender to Marshal Massena.

The unexpected fall of the Almeida Fortress made the tormented British and Portuguese coalition worse. On the one hand, they should be careful to guard against the southern attack of the Desay Division, and on the other hand, they should actively respond to the northern offensive of the Portuguese Army. With the full support of the Foreign Minister Sir Wellesley (Brother Wellington), Commander Wellington decided to concentrate most of the coalition forces, first fight with Massena, and after defeating it, they would turn around to deal with Desay in Lisbon.

On August 25, near the ancient monastery at the foot of the Sabuco Mountains, the two sides dispatched troops to fight for the first head-on battle. More than 40,000 British and Portuguese coalition forces stood firm and they were going to face the late 60,000 French-army.

During the two days and one night of battle, Wellington's troops defeated General Juno's Eighth Army and Marshal Ney's Sixth Army. However, shortly after the coalition forces launched a counterattack, General Renier's Second French Army brought 40 artillery pieces to the battlefield. Wellington had to order to retreat to the position, and the battle situation returned to its original starting point.

In this battle, although the French army suffered losses of more than 20,000, the total number of casualties was originally higher than the coalition forces that only reduced 11,000 people. On the other side, Wellington was also unhappy, because he failed to achieve his initial strategic goal and completely defeated the Portuguese army. In a short period of time, due to their excessive losses, neither side was able to engage in another new battle, which put the Northern Front in a deadlock.

Captain Perot Biyero did not participate in the discussion, and he stayed alone in a corner of the hall from beginning to end. In the entire prisoner-of-war camp, whether it was British or Portuguese, no one paid much attention to the only heir of the Biyero family, which was Perot Biyero who had humiliated French prisoners of war on the battlefield. Although Captain Cedero and others did not deliberately retaliate afterwards, Perot Biyero's reputation was broken, and the officers regarded him as a scum in the army, and the soldiers hated the cruelty of his supervision of the war.

At some point, a French military policeman walked into the officers' club and found Perro Biyelo and told him directly: "Captain, today is your lucky day. Get your belongings quickly and you are free!"

The Portuguese captain looked at the other party coldly. He stood up without saying a word and walked straight to the gate of the prisoner-of-war camp. The French military police behind him cursed angrily, "Arrogant bastard, you should really go to hell!"

Seeing this, the officers watching started to whisper.

"Huh, could it be that his stingy and greedy uncle who woke up and paid the ransom?"

"Hey, how could it be?! Marquis Biyeluo wished that his nephew would stay in the prison camp forever so that his illegitimate son would replace him and obtain the title of nobles."

"Oh, who is so kind-hearted that he can actually help this cold-blooded and ruthless guy."

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Through the double-layer wire, Rolina saw her half-brother, Perot Biyelo. Under the escort of a French military police, he walked step by step towards the camp gate. The life of prisoners of war in the past two months, coupled with the exclusion of his former colleagues, Captain Biyelo's red shirt and uniform was covered with all kinds of dirty oil, which was very ugly. The sun shone on his face, showing his thin and sunken cheeks, and his hair was shaved with sludge, and it was as messy as a chicken coop.

As the chief guard of the prison camp, Captain Cedro had been questioned and arrived. A few minutes ago, he had checked the pardon order brought by Miss Rolina. At this time, the captain of the prison camp was chatting with Sergeant Garset who was accompanying him.

The two guards at the gate yawned lazily. They received instructions from their superiors to open a single aisle from the gate corridor so that the released Portuguese prisoners of war could go out.

Although many years later, when he walked out of the prisoner-of-war camp, Perot Biyero recognized Rolina at a glance. She was her father and the greatest shame for the entire Biyero family. Now it is the "angel" who saved him from the prisoner-of-war camp. However, Perot Biyero did not intend to thank Rolina, because the noble whites would not express any gratitude to the ugly nigger.

The ragged white officer still said arrogantly: "Don't expect me to admit your last name, black slave!"

"Lord!" For a moment, Rolina was in disgrace and angry, and fell weakly in Miss Cruz's arms, crying in a low voice.

The female nurse was also trembling with anger. While comforting the poor Rolina, she whispered to scold the ruthless and unrighteous Portuguese captain. Perot Biyelo scoffed at these, and seemed disdainful, and shamelessly asked the women to immediately vacate the carriage so that he could ride back to Lisbon alone.

Not far away, Sergeant Garset immediately ended Captain Cedro's conversation. He hurriedly ran back to the carriage, whispered "Get out!", and quickly pulled out a revolver from the holster, forcing the damn bastard to retreat.

Immediately, Garset decided to escort the two ladies into the car and prepared to return from the same route, ignoring the Portuguese officers.
Chapter completed!