After dawn, the captured federal officers and soldiers were constantly transported by trucks and locked up in this sheep pen-like prisoner war camp. At noon, Weiss roughly counted that there were more than 2,000 federal prisoners here, close to the number of infantry regiments.

In the afternoon, dozens of Norman soldiers entered the prison camp with bayonets and drove everyone to the same place. Then, several Normans, who looked like horse-drawn trucks, drove to the prison camp. The aroma of food suddenly spread, arousing people's most primitive survival instincts, and their sense of resistance was weakened.

Not long after, a Norman officer with short beards stood on the carriage with a simple loudspeaker and announced to the federal prisoners of war in a relatively smooth Ulster language that as long as they obey the arrangements and obey the instructions, the Norman army would ensure their lives and safety in accordance with the international war conventions. Next, they would need to register their names, ranks, military positions and units they belong to, and then receive food.

The tone of the Norman officer gave people a cold and majestic feeling. At his request, federal prisoners of war lined up in three rows, passing by the Norman soldiers in charge of registration, and showing their military IDs.

Although he had not eaten for a whole day, Weiss did not squeeze forward, but was wrapped in a group of ordinary soldiers, silently following the team while peeping at the registration office in front. Those ordinary soldiers dressed in uniform could line up to receive food after completing the registration. The officers wearing officer hats and collars and epaulettes would be taken by Norman soldiers to the Norman officer with short beards for further inquiries. Then, some went to the carriage like soldiers, and some were stayed by Norman soldiers to another corner of the prisoner-of-war camp, where the Normans set up several marching tents and transported them to meals with another carriage.

After an hour of rushing, Weiss finally arrived at the registration position. He did not have an officer certificate, but used the cadet certificate from the Dellefig Senior Staff College and the proof of appointment of the acting officer issued by the military. In front of the Normans, he felt that there was no need to show his true feelings for better officer treatment, so he only showed his cadet certificate. The Norman soldier who registered him had a not-so-looking horse face, with a cold expression, but no obvious malice. After getting and opening Weiss' cadet certificate, he looked curiously and asked in a jerky Ulster language: "What is this?"

"Class Certificate." Weiss replied, "I am a student."

"Caller?" The Norman soldier seemed to not understand very much. He looked at Weiss, then carefully looked at his ID, and finally figured out the situation. He quickly copied the name and other information on his booklet, and then asked: "English?"

"The 340th Preparatory Corps." Weiss replied.

"Position?"

"No position." Weiss replied without hesitation.

The Norman soldier made a fork directly at the list of the register, then returned the ID to Weiss, and waved, "You can leave!"

Weiss did not thank him, but walked silently towards the carriage containing food.

At this moment, a Norman NCO next to him suddenly shouted: "Hey, you, wait a moment!"

Weiss stood there, turned his head, and looked at Cheng Yaojin, who had come out halfway, with a blank look on his face.

"Certificate!" said the Norman officer in a less standard Ulster pronunciation.

Weiss lazily took out the student ID from his pocket and handed it to him.

The Norman officer took it over and looked at it, and glanced at it, "Dalefiger Senior Staff College?"

The language gap between the Norman Empire and the Ulster Free Federation was quite large. This man was able to read the military academy name correctly on the student ID, which showed that he had some knowledge of Ulster. Although Weiss was worried, he still pretended to be indifferent: "Yes, I am a student."

The Norman officer had a fox face and a pair of small eyes shrewd. Hearing Weiss' answer, he sneered: "One of the best high-level military academies in the Federation, an ordinary cadet, is not simple either."

Weiss didn't say anything, but his stomach screamed in disgrace.

The malicious smile on the Norman NCO's face became even stronger: "Courts from the Senior Staff College of Dellefig should enjoy the treatment of an officer. Come with me, Mr. Klumber Heisen!"

As a prisoner of war, no one had to say anything about his freedom, Weiss had to follow him to the area where the Normans had placed federal officers. The curtains of each marching tent were hung. The federal officers sat on the ground, holding a plate in their hands, and silently ate the food provided by the Normans.

Weiss was taken to the carriage, where several metal insulation buckets were placed, next to them were a large stack of steel dining plates and round cups with ears. The Norman officer signaled Weiss to pick up the tableware. The chef on the carriage then served fried meat, pureed vegetable, baked cakes, and baked potatoes into his plate. He poured half a cup of hot soup into his round cup, and the noodles were filled with vegetable leaves and oil.

The meals received by the federal soldiers seemed to be only scones and soup as big as a palm. Although the standard food treatment of the federal soldiers was better than that of the soldiers, when they were also prisoners of war, the differences in treatment situations would undoubtedly create a gap between the officers and soldiers.

It was the Norman's plan again!

Weis saw this in pain. He was unwilling to be merciless and wanted to throw the plate on the ground and step on it a few times. But what's the use? Can it arouse the fighting spirit of his companions? Can they make them resist? No, no. Most of the federal officers and soldiers here were injured, and some even took care of themselves. Even if they were given weapons, they would be hard to have combat effectiveness. Moreover, they are now facing the enemy's muzzle and bayonet with flesh and blood.

After receiving the officer's "set meal", Weiss was arranged by Norman NCOs to a tent with only two federal officers. The two officers also had their colours on them, but their injuries did not seem to be too serious, and most of the dishes were cleaned up. One of them was a lieutenant rank, and Weiss had only met a few days ago. If he remembered correctly, he should be an officer in the combat unit of the 25th National Defense Division.

After sitting down, Weiss whispered: "Hello!"

The two officers nodded at him at the same time, their lips moving, as saying hello.

Weiss was really hungry and wiped out the food from the plate. The soup was very hot. He sipped in a small gulp while chatting with the officer who had an impression of him. Although the officer was reluctant to speak, he obviously had an impression of Weiss, so he did not resist too much. From him, Weiss learned that several defense agents had launched an unsuccessful counterattack on Scarmo on the eve of the previous day, and then he was basically suppressed and beaten by the Norman army.

Another officer wore a captain of the Federal Army Army. He listened quietly to the conversation between the two. When the topic of the two was almost over, he interrupted: "Maybe we should gather our troops as soon as possible and invest in the upcoming Ao City defensive battle. Ao City... I hope this magical city can help us recover the situation. Although a fierce defense battle will destroy the city's building facilities, by the end of the war, a brand new and vibrant city will rise in the ruins again."

The lieutenant should have known him, and the conversation with him was not as reserved as he started talking to Weiss.

"Ao City should be a solid fortress, not a spiritual shelter. The biggest problem now is that we have not been able to slow down the advancement of the Norman army along the river line. Important strongholds in various places have been lost too quickly and retreated as soon as they started fighting. The morale is consumed too much, which is very unfavorable to the battles behind. In such a situation, the prospects are really not optimistic!"

"No matter what, we have to keep it!" the captain emphasized, while lowering his voice.

"We? Hey Stephen, look, we are all like this, what else can we do except to whine?" The lieutenant left the plate and the wooden forks sent to them for food, spread their hands, and looked bitter.

The captain sneered: "You are going to stay in the Norman prisoner-of-war camp until the end of the war?"

"I didn't say that!" the lieutenant defended. "If you want to leave the prisoner-of-war camp, you must wait patiently for the opportunity and be careful enough, otherwise you will lose your life and will also cause many people to suffer."

"Of course I know!" The captain snorted, then turned his eyes to Weiss, "Are you from the 23rd National Defense?"

"Yes, I am the acting second lieutenant Long Klumber Heisen." Weiss selectively revealed some of his identity information.

The captain did not report to his home, but asked, "What do you think?"

What do you think? You shouldn't be lying down and watching! Weiss muttered in his heart. He thought for a moment and replied: "I was stunned by the Norman shells. When I woke up, I was surrounded by Norman soldiers. In fact, my injuries did not affect the continued battle. As long as I had the chance, I would return to the Federal Army without hesitation."

The lieutenant said, "Why am I not?"

The captain looked at the two, as if satisfied with their position and attitude. Soon, three captured federal officers were brought to the marching tent by the Normans, some were seriously injured, and some were only slightly injured. For Weiss, these people were all unfamiliar, so he did not speak easily.

The Norman Army's standard double tent was just enough for six adults to sit opposite each other, and no more "newcomers" were arranged to come in. After they used the first lunch in the prison camp, a Norman officer wearing glasses called out loudly outside the camp in Ulster, "Everyone put down the tableware and came out to gather!"

The captured federal officers, ranging from lieutenant to colonel, emerged from the marching tent. After they lined up, more than a dozen Norman soldiers rushed out of the camp on tall horses, and rode their horses in the center of the prisoner-of-war camp, looking down at the federal prisoners of war one by one. The former Norman officer with a short beard quickly came to the front of the horse and reported to the leading commander. The man said a few words with a proud look on his face, and rode his horse to the custody of the federal army.

The official's area looked at it condescendingly and then spoke. He spoke in Norman language, and the short-bearded Norman officer translated it into Ulster on the spot. This guy was not too long-winded, mainly to warn the federal prisoners of war that if he wanted to be protected by the international war convention, he had to give up the dangerous idea and accept the control of the Norman army in accordance with the rules. As long as they cooperate unconditionally, he could ensure that everyone would return to their families safely after the war ended.

Some people believe and guaranteed the warnings and guarantees made by this high-level Norman officer. Weiss narrowed his eyes and observed and found that the combat value of Norman officers, especially their spiritual vitality, was generally higher than that of federal officers. Weiss was not surprised by this group characteristics. Military authoritarian countries like the Norman Empire lacked the least quality military talents. On the other hand, the Ulster Free Federation, which has the core value of the spirit of freedom, is particularly energetic. Although the military situation is not good, as long as the external stimulus is large enough and the buffer time is given, the federal army will burst out with extremely powerful combat power.

After opening his eyes and returning to normal vision, Weiss suddenly felt that someone was staring at him in front of him. When he looked closely, he actually saw an unexpected "familiar face" in the Norman officer riding a horse: the one who once visited the Baston Military Academy as a cadet of the Royal Norman Army Academy and lost to his "national face" in the wargame deduction project.

Weiss tried hard to think about the man's name, uh...it seemed to be called Sartre Ditteren?

After finally remembering the other party's surname, Weiss felt a little sad again. Although the "national face" is not prominent among the group of Norman officers, the status of the Royal Norman Army Academy is no less than that of the Baston Military Academy. As one of the representatives of 12 cadets, he must have been the best among his peers in his studies, and his future in the Norman Army should be smooth. Looking at him carefully, his slim military uniform sets off his strong figure, and the shiny golden medal on the neckline makes him look more heroic.

Looking at each other, Weiss found that the other party nodded to him, and there was no contempt in his eyes that flashed with brilliance, nor was there the pleasure of "revenge" - I remember that in that game of wargame, he was quite upset about his unexpected defeat. Didn't he hate his opponent at all?

After the speech to the prisoners of war, the senior Norman officer did not stay for a long time, but left the horse. The officers who accompanied him followed him step by step, but the "national-shaped face" came to Weiss. He looked down and Weiss looked up. The two looked at each other for a few seconds between dozens of feet.

"Dragon-Klumber-Heisen..." "National Face" accurately stated Weiss' full name and added "Your Excellency" to his name.

Weiss replied: "Org Sartre Dieter...Your Excellency."

"I thought we would meet on the battlefield and then divide the difference." "National Face" said in a slightly difficult pronunciation, "I didn't expect it to be here. It's really a pity!"

"It's a pity!" Weiss responded without being humble and arrogant.

"National Face" sighed and nodded to Weiss, "Then, take care of yourself!"

At this time, Weiss's mood was not that complicated. He responded calmly: "Take care!"

The "national face" pulls the reins, turns around, and follows the figures of his companions.
Chapter completed!