"Fight loyally and bravely, and do not take prisoners for your life!"

This is the creed of the Chinese military officer! For a long time, Heydrich, who was sitting in the chair, could not react. For the first time, he became interested in the Chinese military official who was on a hunger strike. Heydrich had ordered the soldiers to kill him.

, and now the officer who ended his life by going on a hunger strike became interested.

"Let him live!"

Heinrich thought to himself that this might be a way to end his boring life while he was taking care of the prisoner of war camp.

"Don't be a prisoner for life..."

While Zhao Peiren was mumbling, listening to the unintelligible Chinese, Tom felt somewhat bitter in his heart. His hands even trembled, and he felt somewhat guilty in his heart.

For this Chinese military officer, although he had just arrived here, he had heard his story from other people. He admired him very much. He had never seen such an officer, at least after he joined the army.

, he has never seen an officer who is unwilling to live. To be precise, he is an officer who is unwilling to live as a prisoner and just wants to end his own life.

Tom stared at the food in the basin with hungry eyes, then he looked at Zhao Peiren and said.

"Feel sorry!"

However, what surprised him was that the other party spoke fluent English.

"Need not!"

With his eyes closed, Zhao Peiren was unwilling to talk any more. He didn't want to say anything more or talk any more. He just wanted to die, thereby ending his own life and maintaining the dignity of an officer.

At this time, Major Heydrich came over again. He looked at Zhao Peiren lying on the bed and said.

"Mr. Warrant Officer."

Opening his eyes again, Zhao Peiren looked at the German major with some surprise. Why is he here again?

"Mr. Major!"

"Mr. Warrant Officer, I think... um"

Taking one look at Zhao Peiren, Heydrich said with a smile.

"I think for you, maybe death is a relief, but Mr. Warrant Officer, I want to know, as an officer, what is your responsibility? Is it your responsibility to protect your subordinates?"

Protect my subordinates?

What does this mean?

He looked at the other person in surprise. Did he want to threaten him with the captured soldiers?

"A threat, of course not!"

Seeing the look of surprise on the other person's face, Heydrich raised the corners of his lips slightly and then spoke.

"According to the relevant regulations of prisoner-of-war camps, prisoners of war from various countries are managed by their own officers. However, since there are no officers to manage the prisoners of war in your country, they can only be entrusted to the British for management. The food here is limited. I hope you can

I understand, but it is difficult for the British to understand that you have shed blood for them, so discrimination is inevitable! I think you can see it all soon!"

"You...what do you mean?"….

Opening his eyes, Zhao Peiren looked at Heydrich in surprise, could it be...

"I think if you survive, you can see everything here!"

In any prisoner of war camp, there are two management agencies, one is the prisoner management state, and the other is the management of the soldiers by the captured officers. It is the existence of these captured officers that allows the managing state to manage easily.

A large number of prisoners.

In the officer's dormitory of the prisoner of war camp, three officers were sitting in front of a long table. Among them were British and French. The highest-ranking officer among them was a British Army officer in the middle.

Colonel, and on his left is a British captain, and on his right is a French major. The three of them, three officers from two countries, constitute a prisoner of war camp management committee. Sitting opposite them

The other person was Zhao Peiren, who was leaning on crutches and still had a bandage on his arm.

Yes, it was him. He survived. To be precise, he stopped his hunger strike after learning about the unfair treatment suffered by the soldiers. At least, he needed to fight for fair treatment for the Chinese soldiers.

"Warrant Officer Zhao, I think you must know that this is a prisoner of war camp!"

The British colonel said with a serious expression, his thin face still maintained the arrogance of a British officer.

"This is a prisoner of war camp, yes, but no matter where it is, I think we..."

When answering in English, Zhao Peiren's face was somewhat angry. In this prisoner of war camp, the daily workload of the expeditionary force soldiers was one and a half times that of white people such as the British and French, and the food they received was even less than that of the Indians!

"As soldiers, everyone should be treated fairly!"

"Then, you should know that here, you must obey those with higher military ranks!"

The colonel's tone suggested that his answer was close to disobedience.

"I'm afraid not, sir. My name is Zhao Peiren. I am a warrant officer of the Chinese Expeditionary Force. Whether it is the British Army or the French Army, they have no actual command authority over the Chinese Expeditionary Force. The Chinese Expeditionary Force is an independent

The army, participating in this war, is definitely not a vassal of a certain European army!"

The unceremonious answer only made the colonel's expression change, and even the expressions of other officers in the room changed. Originally, they had planned that after the arrival of this lieutenant general, they would not be in the "officer's cabin"

Leave a place for him, but now, before they can implement the plan, the other party has already raised his protest.

"Hmm...ah! Warrant Officer Zhao."

The colonel took a look at this Chinese military officer. This was the first Chinese military officer he had ever seen.

"Maybe you are the Central Military Commission officer, maybe I don't have any command authority over you, but one thing you must know is that all the arrangements here are made by the committee, the Prisoner of War Camp Management Committee! Hmm? You understand

Is this what you mean?"

Zhao Peide did not answer this question immediately, but there was a trace of contempt on his face.

“Is the management set out by the committee fair?”

After asking a rhetorical question, he asked again.

"Is it fair to us and the soldiers of the Chinese Expeditionary Force? No, maybe, you..."

Looking at the colonel with contempt, Zhao Peiren added.

"Perhaps in the past, I could rely on my military rank to bully the Chinese soldiers who shed blood for you and the Europeans, but now, what I want to tell you is my soldiers!"

Deliberately emphasizing his soldiers, Zhao Peiren said in an extremely stern tone.

"From now on, we will not undertake any work beyond the prescribed workload, and we will not give up even a piece of bread that belongs to us!"

Just when the colonel was about to speak, Zhao Peiren quickly interrupted him and said,...

"You think I'm joking, don't you?"

Zhao Peiren, with a hint of contempt in his expression, then said that at this time he had fully witnessed the discrimination of these Europeans against the Chinese.

"No, this is definitely not a joke. This is not discussing anything with you, but telling you what we should enjoy!"

"I know."

At this time, Zhao Peiren stood up, looked at the officer's cabin, and sneered.

"You didn't prepare a bed for me here, and of course I don't need it. According to the relevant regulations of the prisoner of war camp, my soldiers have the right to live in a dormitory. I will make all those damn Indians in dormitory 15

Drive it out and use it as our dormitory. If you refuse to give the order, my people don't mind doing it in our own way."

With that said, he turned and walked outside, completely ignoring the extremely ugly faces of these officers. When he walked to the door, he turned to look at the British colonel and said.

"The Germans want to see a conflict between us. I think the colonel doesn't want to see this happen!"

During his "threat", the colonel's face changed rapidly, even as pale as paper, his whole body was shaking, and his eyes were wide open. He could hardly believe his ears. This Chinese warrant officer could not believe his ears at all.
Chapter completed!