Late at night, dark clouds were thick, the north wind was howling, and a hint of a blizzard could be smelled.

Don't be surprised, Cape Town also snows, although it is located in Africa, but Cape Town is located in a temperate zone, the standard Mediterranean climate, and it is normal for snow to fall in winter.

The refugee camp is dead silent on winter nights, after a day of hard work, the women have fallen asleep, the weather has turned cold recently, but the women's work intensity is still very high, the grapes in winter can be used to make ice wine, compared with ordinary wine, ice wine tastes more mellow, more fresh and delicious, and has a higher value, the wine of ice white wine is transparent and golden yellow, known as "liquid gold".

The camp at night is also patrolled by police, and since Roque took over the camp, this part of the work is all in charge of the Indian police, although the Indian police complained about it, but Roque did not change his mind, if it were not for the need for someone to be on duty at night, Roque would be happy to pack all the Indian police officers and send them to Robben Island.

What makes Roque speechless is that even on night duty, many Indian police officers are still unqualified, many of them are very lazy, sleeping on duty, even patrolling is perfunctory, after several night raids by Anton, the situation has finally improved, those lazy Indian policemen, all were sent back to Cape Town by Roque, and then sent to Robben Island.

According to Roque's requirements, the police on night duty should patrol at least once every half an hour, and each time they are two people together, in case of refugees asking for help, they must provide help in time, without prevarication, and if there is a sudden violent incident, they must be warned in time.

Of course, there has been no violence in the camp so far, only women and children, and they have no capacity to use violence.

At three o'clock, when the body's biological clock is the most tired, vigilance is also minimized.

As usual, two policemen of Indian origin left the duty room in groups and patrolled the camp.

"Damn the weather, damn the Inspector—" An Indian-American cop looked up at the cloudy night sky, shrunk his neck, cocked his collar to block the cold wind, and muttered under his mouth.

"Be quiet, if the inspector hears you, it's over, I don't want to be implicated by you." Another policeman whispered a warning that it would be unwise to offend the inspector.

"Come on, the Inspector is now sleeping with his English lover—" Singh chuckled softly, full of lewdness.

"Hehe-" Rai's laughter was also full of lewdness and a little envy.

As always, the world is peaceful.

When Singh and Rai patrol to the quarantine area, someone softly greets Singh and Rai.

"Officer, there's a guy here who is dead, can we take him out and bury him?" Along with the sound, there was also a gold coin that had been thrown at Singh's feet.

Gold!

Golden Coins!

Singh and Rai were instantly refreshed, and there were several sounds of gold coins hitting in the howling cold wind, and Singh and Rai's breathing immediately became rapid.

"No, no action is allowed after dark, you want to bury him until after dawn." Rai hadn't forgotten the rules of the camp, and the Inspector's iron-faced selflessness was more terrifying than the gold.

"Please, officer, get us something to eat, just a little, we haven't eaten for a day." Because of the noise in the morning, today Roque stopped the food supply in the quarantine area, and none of the prisoners of war ate anything.

This requirement can be met, according to Roque's regulations, in case of refugees seeking help, help must be provided in a timely manner, and no prevarication can be made.

"What do you want?" Singh still has a shred of sanity, and if the prisoners of war ask too much, Singh will not dare to make a mistake.

"A little bread will do, whatever—" The prisoners of war asked for a low price, and two more gold coins were thrown over.

A gold coin is one pound, and a pound of bread sells for only 1.5 pence, and two pounds can buy 320 pounds of bread.

Very simple arithmetic problem, Singh picked up the gold coins on the ground, one with Rai, the two looked at each other and smiled, turned around and went to the kitchen to get a pile of bread.

It's certainly not as much as 320 pounds, 320 pounds is almost 145 kilograms, Rai and Singh can't hold that much, and the famous NBA star O'Neal weighs 320 pounds, which is a big man with a height of 2.16 meters.

"Thank you, thank you, officer—" The POW's voice was full of surprise.

"Take it, don't bother me—" Singh didn't open the door to the quarantine area, but left the bread still by the barbed wire.

"Thank you—" The prisoner of war thanked him and held out a hand to Singh, two more gold coins in his palm.

The money was so easy to make, Singh was unguarded, and as soon as his fingers touched the gold coin, he was dragged by the prisoners of war.

"You—" Singh had just said a word when someone covered his mouth.

Singh struggled in panic as he watched as a sharp dagger plunged into his chest.

It's Singh's own saber!

- Sabre, also in the Sikh tradition.

After a sharp wheezing and struggle, everything calmed down.

In the dark, several vague figures slowly came out from under the barbed wire, and I don't know when, the prisoners of war dug a hole under the barbed wire in the quarantine area, and outside the hole was the boundless vineyard, as long as they escaped from the surveillance area of the watchtower, there was the sea and the sky outside.

The prisoners of war were also organized, and the escaped prisoners did not rush to escape, but turned back to help others.

More and more prisoners of war were digging out of the barbed wire, and the prisoners of war were about to disperse in a hurry, when suddenly angry cheers came from the watchtower.

"Who's there?!"

This was followed by the terrible sound of gunfire.

It wasn't the sound of Lee Enfield's rifle, but the roar of a Maxim heavy machine gun.

At least four Maxim heavy machine guns, distributed in a semicircle outside the barbed wire fence in the quarantine area, in the dark, the muzzle of the Maxim heavy machine gun was more than half a meter long.

"Go back, it's a trap, it's a trap—" Someone stared.

"Rush, rush out—" Someone wanted to break the net.

"God, help me—" Someone wailed in despair.

It's useless, any resistance, prayer, retreat is useless, the quarantine area is in a corner of the refugee camp, there is no shelter around, the heavy machine gunners who have been freezing in the cold wind for half the night have no mercy, they don't care whether those prisoners of war have returned to the quarantine area or not, every time they knock down a person, it represents a military achievement.

For those "cowards" who were sent to Stellenbosch for reflection, this military feat was precious.

Yes, with the help of bright muzzleitis, it is clear that the men who operate the heavy machine guns are gritting their teeth, their faces are hideous, their fingers pulling the trigger are as if they are frozen, and they will not let go, they are wearing the uniforms of the soldiers of the expeditionary force, they are regular British native troops.

British soldiers stationed at Fort Simmons.