In such makeshift camps, no matter how bad, it is not surprising.

Before coming to the makeshift camps, Luke Silva imagined that the Americans, no matter how excessive, would give these quasi-southern Africans a basic subsistence guarantee.

Unexpectedly, the conditions in the temporary camps were so harsh that Luke Silva could have imagined that the concentration camps set up by the British in southern Africa during the Boer War were like this, and the Americans did not treat these quasi-southern Africans as human beings at all.

In Southern Africa, Roque has always had strict requirements for military discipline, and the Southern African Army has gradually transformed from a servant army of southern African colonies into a modern army that is trusted by southern Africans, disciplined, brave and good at fighting.

The Americans obviously didn't have any requirements for the Philippine colonial servant army, and the two servant soldiers just giggled and watched the girl being removed from the tent and were indifferent, but giggled and watched the fun.

"Please—let me go—help—" The girl cried and struggled.

The guy who was dragging the girl out of the tent not only did not stop, but laughed wildly and became more and more arrogant.

"Let go of my sister—" A boy who looked no more than six or seven years old rushed forward.

"Get out of here!" But he was kicked down by the guy who dragged the girl.

More often than not, being in a foreign country, unarmed, mostly children and women, it is impossible to ask them to do too much.

"Stop, you bastard!" Luke Silva scolded.

When he saw Luke Silva, the guy who had just dragged the girl to laugh suddenly let go, as if he had been burned by fire.

Just because Luke Silva is white.

"Bastard, what are you doing?" Luke Silva was furious, in southern Africa, it is not necessary to say what the bow is, what the woman is, bullying is a very shameful behavior, and it will be blamed by the whole society.

"Sir, who are you?" It was then that Luke Silva noticed that there was a white man in the corner of the tent.

"I'm Luke Silva, the Southern African ambassador to the Philippines, who are you?" Luke Silva was surprised.

Luke Silva doesn't really expect much from these Filipinos, they are not educated, they don't know what it means to respect others, and they don't know how to earn respect from others.

The white man in front of him was dressed in an officer's uniform and wore the rank of captain, clearly with a modern education.

But just now, when the Filipino tried to drag the girl away, the officer did not intervene to stop it, which made it difficult for Luke Silva to accept.

It's not very difficult, it's more likely that the girl was dragged away, completely instructed by the officer, maybe this is the truth.

The white officer was not intimidated by Luke Silva's identity, pouted, shrugged and turned to leave.

"Stop, you haven't given your name yet, are you Americans so rude?" Luke Silva is aggressive, and even if the Americans are rude, it depends on who they are right.

In the face of a southern African ambassador to the Philippines, a US military captain had better be polite, otherwise Luke Silva will let him know the energy of the southern African ambassador.

The current commander-in-chief of the United States in Manila is MacArthur, who participated in the world war.

Yes, it was MacArthur who commanded Patton and Eisenhower to create the "Washington Massacre", and MacArthur who later commanded the United Nations forces to provoke the Korean War.

This guy also has a famous deed, after World War II, Japan officially re-emerged with the support of MacArthur, when MacArthur served as the commander-in-chief of the U.S. forces in Japan, known as Japan's "Emperor".

"Hello Mr. Ambassador, I'm Captain Bill Robinson of the 2nd Philippine Infantry Division, is that enough?" When Bill Robinson announced his name, he saluted with a perfunctory gesture.

"Then Captain Bill Robinson, why didn't you stop this guy when you were on the scene just now?" Luke Silva will certainly be held accountable.

"What just happened?" Bill Robinson pretended to be stupid, and looked at the girl who was crying with her brother in her arms, as if it suddenly dawned on him: "Oh oh, Pacquiao is probably going to take this girl to take a bath, God, she's dirty enough-"

Nima –

If you're dragged around the camp three times, you're dirty, and even if you throw it to a dog, the dog won't gnaw it.

Dog: I'm gnawing—

Luke Silva looked coldly.

Bill Robinson was laughing, but the laughter slowly stopped under Luke Silva's gaze.

"Mike, has this ever happened before?" Luke Silva waited for Bill's laughter to stop before asking the doctor.

"It should be the first time it happened, after all, they just came to this makeshift camp yesterday." The doctor's hands were shaking.

Southern African soldiers are very respected, and all southern Africans are proud to join the army and become soldiers, even if the top students graduate from the University of Nyasaland, many people abandon their pens every year.

In Mike Berdych's impression, the soldier is not domineering, does not bully, respects and helps others, fights bravely and is not afraid of sacrifice, leaves the most cruel side to the enemy, and is full of gentlemanly demeanor when facing civilians.

Unexpectedly, after leaving southern Africa, the image of a soldier collapsed in the eyes of Mike Berdych, which was unprecedentedly bad, and the three views of the whole person were subverted.

"Then congratulations to Captain Bill Robinson, you have just managed to avoid a diplomatic dispute-" Luke Silva's words made Mike Bedditch's expression finally serious: "-I warn you, in my capacity as the ambassador of southern Africa to the Philippines, these women and children have become southern African citizens, they are British like me, and if your people dare to hurt them, then I promise that whoever they are, they will definitely pay the price." ”

Mike Bedditch's expression was ugly, he really didn't know that these immigrants had already become Southern African citizens, otherwise he really wouldn't have let this happen.

It is not surprising that the British Empire at the beginning of the 20th century had such a deterrent effect.

The United States has risen now, but it will take time for Americans to come to terms with this fact.

It's like a lot of people who can't stand up after kneeling for a long time.

The United States will not really rise until the new generation of the United States grows up.

Of course, in this time and space, the United States is facing strong competition from southern Africa, and when the next generation of southern Africans grows up, the world they see will be very different from the world seen by Luke Silva's generation.

It's a whole new world, too.

"I can guarantee that this will not happen again-" Mike Bedditch is still more sensible, if an American watches a Filipino invade a British, the consequences are still extremely serious.

At the very least, Mike Bedditch can't afford that.

"So now, we're going to talk about the punishment of this guy." Luke Silva will not spare anyone.

"Your Excellency, Ambassador, let's stop in moderation, how to deal with Pacquiao is my business, and it has nothing to do with you." Mike Berdic finally did not abandon Pacquiao directly, otherwise Mike Berdic is expected to lose his prestige, and no one will follow his command in the future.

"That's right, what to do with this Mr. Pacquiao is indeed your business, but it also has something to do with me, he just hurt a southern African girl in front of my eyes, you actually think it has nothing to do with me, then why do you think the federal government of Southern Africa appointed me as the southern African ambassador to the Philippines?" Luke Silva's rebuke left Mike Berdic speechless.

"If the outcome of your handling does not satisfy me, then I will go to Lord Leonard Wood and General MacArthur, Captain MacArthur, you know the consequences of my doing so." Luke Silva pressed forward step by step, forcing Mike Bedditch into a corner.

Leonard Wood is the current U.S. Governor General in the Philippines, he fought in the Spanish-American War, and later served as Governor General in Cuba, Commander-in-Chief of U.S. Forces in the Philippines, Chief of Staff of the U.S. Army, and just two months ago as Governor General in the Philippines.

"What do you want?" The fear in Mack Bedditch's eyes was fleeting, MacArthur was fine, and Leonard Wood was not a magnanimous man.

"What do you say? What would you do with this Mr. Pacquiao if he hurt an American? Luke Silva said fiercely, it was really not Luke Silva who wanted to kill people, it was Luke Silva who wanted to ensure the safety of migrants in temporary camps, so he had to kill chickens and monkeys.

Mike Berdic looked at Luke Silva with a fierce expression.

Luke Silva is undaunted.

Mike Bedditch let out a long sigh and pulled his pistol from the holster at his waist.

"Sir-" Pacquiao also knows English, and Pacquiao didn't dare to interject in the conversation between Luke Silva and Mike Bedditch just now.

Now seeing Mike Bedditch pull out his gun, Pacquiao finally realizes the seriousness of the matter.

"Pacquiao, I'll take care of your family—" Mike Bedditch slammed into his load.

Just listen to this, don't believe it, this is murderous.

"No, Captain Berdic, you can't do this, it's you—" Pacquiao panicked.

Bang!

Mike Bedditch shot directly and hit Pacquiao in the face, and immediately blood burst out, and his brain splattered, and a few points even splashed on Mike Bedditch's face.

"Are you satisfied now?" Mike Bedditch is already on the verge of collapse.

"Good, I'm satisfied." Luke Silva finally had a smile on his face, and only then did he come to the girl's side and help her up.

"I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you, I want to apologize to you and your brother, your brother is brave, in time, he must be a warrior." Luke Silva is kind and pleasant.

The girl who escaped looked at Luke Silva in a daze, her tears were like a waterfall bursting an embankment, her body was trembling, and Luke Silva's hand was warm and strong.