Mike felt as if he was dead. He probably had two possibilities for his ending. The first was to be cut directly and put in a body bag and sent back to his hometown; the second was to be captured by the Russians and jailed into a prisoner of war camp.

Of course, no matter which one it was, Mike felt it would be difficult for him to return home alive and might never see Lucy again.

Soon Mike felt that he was tied into a rice dumpling, which means that he was arranged by God to embark on the second path. Although he temporarily saved his life, Mike was filled with fear of what would happen next.

After arriving in Russia, what he saw and heard along the way was not too beautiful, especially the corpses that were crushed by the train often emerged in nightmares. Even Mike dreamed more than once that his corpse was treated the same.

Mike was pushed forward by the two Russians behind him. He wished he could meet his patrol, even if he had to meet the Finns! But as long as he paused or hesitated, he would be pushed hard on his back, and then a cold dagger would gaze at him twice.

This is more effective than any kind of warning. Anyway, Mike is becoming more and more honest, and he follows the Russian instructions obediently, and dare not have a slight idea of ​​resisting.

Of course, this is not only because of the Russians' warning, but also because Mike has seen how Finns treat Russian prisoners of war. He beat and scolded them when he moves. If he is unhappy, he may be beaten to death and crippled.

Once he heard from his friends that the Finnish prisoner-of-war camp was like a nightmare, and all the Bolsheviks and Finnish Red Guards were shot directly. The bodies were thrown in the forest and devoured by wild beasts. As for the Russian prisoners of war who were not the Bolsheviks, they would be stripped of all their clothes before entering the prisoner-of-war camp. In the cold winter, the poor worms could only hold a group to keep warm, and in order to make fun of these Russian invaders, the evil Finns would drive the prisoners out of the door and let the wind out in the heavy snowy weather.

Anyway, all kinds of sensational stories made Mike frightened. He did not doubt the authenticity of these stories, because he had chatted with a Finnish sentry. From the latter, they learned that their methods of punishing prisoners of war were learned from Russian masters, in the words of the Finns, just for tooth to tooth to eye for eye.

In other words, Mike is very sure that the Russian prisoner-of-war camps are probably all the same as the Finns' prisoner-of-war camps, and even more terrifying?

After walking for more than an hour on a snowy night, Mike completely lost his sense of direction, he was suddenly ordered to stop. He was only concerned about lowering his head and thinking about it. He then raised his head. There was a carriage with an iron cage in front of him, and there were already a few unlucky guys like him in the cage.

At this moment, the person in the cage and Mike outside the cage had a pair of eyes. Both sides felt a weird feeling. Fortunately, as Mike was also locked in the cage, the feeling disappeared. The unlucky guys in the cage began to chat with each other.

"Man, what part are you from?" asked a small man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks poked Mike with his elbow.

Mike replied weakly: "Mc Crowton of E Company of the Third Battalion."

"Shary Yang. Company A of the Fifth Camp." The little man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks introduced himself.

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

Shari loosened his shoulders and pointed to the other end of the cage and said, "Our platoon leader Lieutenant Dawson was knocked out. The idiot tried to emphasize to the Russians that he was an officer and should not be locked up with soldiers. Then the Russians were impatient and gave him a stock. May God bless him and hope he will never wake up!"

Mike twitched his mouth and asked, "Why? Do you hate him?"

Shaley snorted, "Of course I hate him. If this idiot hadn't been dragging her back, how could I be caught by the Russians! This idiot killed me!"

As the temperature got lower and lower, Mike and Shaley both lost interest in talking. Shaley buried his head between his legs and curled up in a ball and seemed extremely frustrated, while the platoon leader Dawson never woke up. As for the Finns, they gathered together and whispered something, it was very relaxed, and there seemed to be no trace of panic after being captured.

Mike didn't know whether these Finns were warriors who were ready to die or were too heartless. He couldn't talk indifferently anyway, and he focused all his attention on the groom, and he wanted to hear what these people wanted to do.

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

Is this the Russian dialect? Mike couldn't help but think. This is not impossible. He has heard that there are quite a few ethnic minorities in Russia, and these ethnic groups have their own languages. It is almost impossible to understand all the ethnic languages ​​of Russia!

Soon Mike gave up and continued to eavesdrop, on the one hand, because he couldn't understand, on the other hand, the Lieutenant Dawson finally woke up. Mike soon discovered that Shaley was right, and this Lieutenant Dawson was indeed not liked or annoying.

Because after he learned about the current situation and Mike's identity, he immediately showed a kind of superior pride and issued an order to Mike in a domineering tone. He naturally regarded himself as the leader of everyone.

"Soldiers, although we are captured by despicable Russian bandits, this does not mean that we can end the battle! In my opinion, the battle between us and the devil has just begun... As a soldier, we must first make sure that the military secrets are not leaked. From now on, no matter what the devil in Russia asks, we cannot answer!"

Shali asked with some sarcastic sarcastic words: "What should the Russians do if they kill us?"

Lieutenant Dawson thrust his waist and hit his head directly on the top of the iron cage. It was here that he gritted his teeth and emphasized: "Sacrifice for the country and die gloriously!"

Mike was not interested in the so-called sacrifice for the country, so he didn't want to die, and he didn't feel that he had any amazing secrets. What could a soldier like him know? He didn't know anything!

The carriage stopped and stopped. It took more than three hours to walk. When Mike and the others were almost frozen, the car stopped and the cage was opened. Before getting off the car, Lieutenant Dawson was still tirelessly adjusting: "Don't speak, otherwise I will tear your throat open in person!"

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

In this regard, Shaley's evaluation is: "Idiot, I'll ask for trouble!"

Mike looked around and saw that if this was the prisoner-of-war camp, the conditions were much better than he thought, at least a hundred times stronger than the hut-style prisoner-of-war camp built by the Finns with thatch and thin wooden boards. Most of the houses were built with logs, and although they were a little rough, they looked so strong. And every house had chimneys. What’s more important is that there was a green smoke rising in the chimneys. This shows that every house has heating facilities. To be honest, this is better than their previous accommodation conditions. In Mike’s company, only the officers were qualified to sleep in the houses and had the conditions to make fires to keep warm. These low-level soldiers could only squeeze in the tents of the saxaul.

Just when Mike was extremely satisfied with the accommodation conditions, Shali stabbed him twice: "Look!" he whispered.

Looking in the direction of Shaly's mouth, Mike was also shocked. He found that the "Russians" who escorted them and the "Russians" who came out to "welcome" them all had an oriental hole, to be more specific, they were Chinese.

Yes, Mike can recognize these Eastern Kongs at a glance. The reason for this is that he has been in Chinatown for a while and has a deep understanding of how to distinguish Eastern Kongs.

But when Mike thought about it, he felt incredible. In the distant Russia, he was captured by a group of Chinese people. What he thought was unreal. Especially when he found that some Chinese like "officials" could command the red-headed Russians, this incredible was infinitely magnified.

You should know that in a "civilized" United States, Chinese are also unpopular inferior citizens. No Chinese can be domineering to white people, even if they give orders to white beggars. If any Chinese dare to do this, the police uncles will be happy to teach them a lesson and let them understand whose world the United States is.

"Damn Chinese pigs!"

When Lieutenant Dawson learned that he was captured by a group of Chinese, he immediately cursed indignantly. However, Mike and Shaley immediately chose to distance themselves from him. Although it was impossible to be sure that these Chinese people knew English, this kind of act of dying must be resisted.

In Shari's words, it's: "Don't let this idiot kill us!"

The prisoners were soon ordered to line up to fight. Except for Lieutenant Dawson, who liked to commit suicide, he was unwilling to cooperate. The prisoners including Mike, Shaley and other Finns all acted extremely obedient because they were each divided into two slices of Leba and a bowl of hot broth.

Although he really only had soup but no meat, Mike was still very satisfied. This was the first time he had eaten hot food after he arrived at the front line. Before that, every day was the unchanging Spam lunch meat. This made him feel a little better about the Chinese, at least he didn't invite them to a gun as soon as he came up.

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

As a descendant of German immigrants, Mike has heard his elders mention the Yellow Peril theory many times. He has never had a good impression of the East and China. Just like all superficial white people, he has no favoritism for the nation that worships evil dragons.

And Mike also heard that the ancient East was very good at torture, and their research on torture could simply leave the world of European and American civilization for centuries. Mike was not sure that he could withstand torture.

In this kind of random thought, Mike and the others were interrogated separately. When he was taken to the interrogation room, he thought that what was waiting for him was either a tiger bench or a pepper water.

"Name!"

Mike came to his senses after being called twice by the interrogator. Of course, he was not shocked, but felt incredible. The interrogation room was empty. Apart from two chairs and a table, the only thing that could be slightly adjacent to the torture instrument was the big stove. However, the stove was not filled with red soldering irons. Mike only saw roasted potatoes. The fragrance of this very simple food made him drool a little.

"McCrawton, Private E Company, 3rd Battalion, United States Expeditionary Force."

The interrogator recorded it on paper, asked a few more monotonous questions, and then turned to the topic: "How many people are there in your company, how many machine guns are there? Is there any artillery support?"

Mike was a little confused and didn't know whether to answer such questions involving military secrets. After thinking for a long time, he suddenly asked: "If I refuse to answer these questions, what are the consequences? Will you execute me?"

His words amused the interrogators. They laughed for a while and replied, "Mr. Crowton, as a captive, you are protected by the Geneva Convention. Even if you refuse to reveal these questions, we will not execute you."

McGrath sighed relieved, but immediately asked again: "I won't abuse me?"

The interrogation laughed again and said, "I said that. You are protected by the Geneva Convention, and our volunteers treat the prisoners well."

Mike still didn't believe it, because before that, his superiors kept instilling in them that Russians were devils, and the Bolsheviks had ogres with horns on their heads and tails behind their butts, and their teeth were sharper than jagged ones. Not to mention being captured by them, even talking to them would be dangerous.

Now, Mike found that the situation seemed to be not the case at all. First, he was fighting with the Chinese, secondly, the other party called himself a volunteer army. Finally, he also declared his willingness to abide by the Geneva Convention. This is completely different from the situation described by the alarmist superior!

After a long time, Mike, who was a little stupid, left the interrogation room after being reminded by the interrogation officer. To be honest, he really didn't want to leave the warm room so early. This was the first time he felt warm under his feet since he entered Finland.

Not long after, Shali also walked out of another interrogation room, but his expression was quite interesting, as if he had seen something great.

"Haha, Dawson is suffering!"

"What's going on?" Mike was a little surprised. Could it be that if the Chinese lie, they would still abuse the prisoners?

Shaley waved his hand and said, "It's not the Chinese business, Dawson is the one who is trying to kill himself. This idiot is so arrogant that he seems to be 250,000 or 80,000 yuan when he enters. He doesn't take the other party seriously at all, and even swears. As a result, he angers the Chinese and the Russian guards and gives him a ruthless move. It's really a big deal. I want me to say that the Chinese don't need to be polite to this mess, just kill him!"

Mike curled his lips, not knowing what to say, he felt that Lieutenant Dawson was a little overly and ignorant of the current affairs.

On the morning of the same day, Mike, Shaley and other Finnish prisoners of war were sent into the car again. It turned out that this was not a prisoner of war camp, but a barracks. After another hour of tossing, they arrived in a city, which was very big and prosperous. Anyway, it was the largest city that Mike had seen in nearly a year since he came to Russia.

"This is Vyborg!"

When Mike learned from Finnish prisoners of war that the city was Vyborg, he felt a little moved that it turned out that this was the city they were ordered to capture. But what was more funny was that he did not capture the city, but was captured by the city first.

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

Of course, if the prisoners of war wanted to write a letter, they had to write it in front of the post office staff, and each letter had to be inspected. In this regard, Mike expressed his understanding. In fact, he felt that he was more comfortable and happy in this prison camp than in the company before.

The only shortcoming thing is that the food is a little monotonous, except for Liba and Liba. However, Mike didn't intend to complain. For Russia, where food is tight, it would be good to have Liba. Moreover, these Allied prisoners of war can enjoy food and accommodation for free, while those Finnish prisoners of war must trade labor for ration.

There is no way to improve the food. There are several ways to go. If you bring a lot of cash, you can go directly to the store to buy some snacks, cigarettes or alcoholic beverages, or go to the canteen. Although the fees are high, the food is really good, with high-quality red wine, seafood and various Russian specialties. According to prisoners of war who have been to, the taste is great.

For prisoners of war without cash (the prisoners of war store only accepts US dollars, pounds or francs), there are ways to improve their lives. You can choose to sell intelligence and hang a psychological counseling department number in the prisoner of war hospital, and immediately there will be experts and scholars from the Cheka to help you solve the "life" problem. Cheka is interested in all kinds of intelligence, and will give a suitable price for each intelligence, and each prisoner of war can gain something.

For example, Shaley, who joined Mike in the prisoner-of-war camp, was a bit slutty little man who was a regular visitor to the psychological counseling department. Every time he went in, he could improve his life. I don’t know where he got so much information.

However, Mike did not envy Shaley. He did not intend to sell off his brothers in the company. As a person with a conscience, he did not want to live in guilt for the rest of his life. Moreover, prisoners of war did not have to rely on selling intelligence to improve their lives.

People who are truly capable are popular everywhere. For example, before joining the army, Mike was a turning worker and had a good time fiddling with lathes. Soon his expertise was discovered by the Northern Industrial Company. For this company, which is troubled by the quality of personnel, technical workers are very scarce.

Soon, Mike found a job at Northern Industry, stayed in the factory during the day and went back to the prisoner-of-war camp to sleep at night. The salary he received was not only enough to live comfortably, but even after the war, he could save some money, and buying a house in the suburbs of Miami might be more than enough...

PS: Bow to thank Zhu Xiaosha 2 and Fatty Comrade Lu Fei!
Chapter completed!