After the end of the Second Battle of Artois, the fighting did not completely stop, and Xia Fei was still implementing his "small bites and slow eating" tactics, and hundreds of officers and soldiers died every day.

No sooner had a colonial unit from Senegal arrived in France than it was gassed by German troops, and the unit collapsed in an instant, and the soldiers ran away, shot and killed the officers who prevented them from escaping, and fled murderously until the location of the logistics unit.

The closest Anglo-French unit to this force was the 2nd Cavalry Division, and Elizabeth's 3rd Infantry Regiment was ordered to set out and surround the Senegalese servant garrison on the night of 22 June, waiting for the Allied high command to decide the fate of the force.

"Will they be put to death?" In a makeshift bunker made of sandbags, James, now a veteran, is filling his pipe with tobacco, and he now wears a gas mask with him forever.

"Under our umbrella, this kind of behavior will definitely be executed—" Heywood smoked a cigarette, he saved James' life at the Second Battle of Artois, won James's gratitude, and now asked James to trim his beard completely free.

"Why don't you send them to the front, maybe some German troops can be consumed." James was not in favor of direct execution, it was all death anyway, and it was better to die more valuable.

"It's not the same—he escaped—he killed the officer—he wanted to die on the battlefield—it wasn't that easy—" Kleist's voice was languid, leaning lazily against the sandbag with his rifle in his hands.

According to the previous umbrella regulations, the officers and soldiers who died on the battlefield had a pension, so it was not so easy to become a martyr.

In the Anglo-French army, soldiers who made mistakes were punished on the battlefield, not to enforce battlefield discipline, but to be tied to the wheels of carts and placed in positions where they could be attacked by the Germans, for up to several months.

This refers to a mistake that is not very serious, and if the consequences are serious, then it will be shot directly.

The deserters – or more appropriately as rebels, a mutiny in any country – were in a camp in Calais, numbering about 3,000 people, and the Sergars had fled into the camp and closed the gates of the camp, forbidding anyone from entering or leaving the camp or contacting the outside world, as if they would escape the punishment that followed.

However, these Senegalese will not be able to escape for long, there is no food in the camp, and sooner or later they will have to open the camp gates.

"It's hard to understand why they did this, the Africans in our army are still very obedient—" James didn't know the Senegalese, and thought that Africans in the world were the same as Africans in southern Africa.

There are mixed reviews about Africans, but it is clear that Africans in this era are still very obedient, they work hard, and they are really not as bad as the media in the 21st century portrays.

Africans in the 21st century are spoiled by the high welfare of European and American countries, since they can't cross the class if they work hard, and they can't starve to death if they don't work anyway, so many Africans are willing to degenerate, and their self-control ability is indeed not very good.

But in this era, Africans have no right to degenerate, and if they work hard, they will have their arms cut off at every turn, and it is impossible to cheat and cheat.

In the case of the Haut-Katanga Mining Complex in the Republic of Congo, which has the largest number of African workers, African workers cannot rest even when they are sick, and if they dare to cheat and slip in their work, then the whips and sticks in the hands of the overseers are not ornaments, and it is not for nothing that they are directly shot to set an example.

"That's because our troops provide relatively good treatment for soldiers, although the salaries of African American soldiers are a little less, but they will definitely not be in arrears, their daily supplies are exactly the same as ours, and they can also get pensions after they die in battle, so why run away?" As Heywood spoke, he felt as if something was under his feet, and he crushed it with his feet, and found that it was actually the feet of a German soldier—

"! This scared my dad to death—" Heywood scolded and jumped out of cover, Calais was occupied by the Germans during the Battle of the Marne, and it was clear that the body was left behind.

In the areas that have been recovered, the bodies of the coalition soldiers and the German soldiers are buried on the spot, and the coalition soldiers more or less have a coffin made of thin wooden boards, and the German soldiers are much more miserable when they are buried hastily, and the thickness of the sealed soil is not deep, and the German corpses are often picked up and gnawed by stray dogs beyond recognition.

"Why didn't anyone dig the bunker and didn't open their eyes to see?" Kleist was drowsy, and even crawled out of the belt and cursed.

James was a little hesitant, looking eager to get the body out and see if there were any belongings.

This guy has completely degraded since using a simple version of the gas mask, and there is nothing unacceptable.

"James, if you dare to touch it, Lao Tzu will stab you to death-" Kleist was not joking, if it was on the battlefield, then whatever James scavenged, Kleist would not say anything.

But to dig the corpses of the Germans out of the ground is beyond Kleist's bottom line.

"Just kidding, how could I do that—" James looked back reluctantly as he jumped out of cover, clearly insincere.

As soon as he jumped out of cover, Heywood noticed that the door of the barracks, which had been closed, was slowly opening.

Heywood didn't dwell on it, pinching his nose and jumping back into cover, then finding that breathing through his mouth seemed more disgusting, and snatched James' gas mask from him.

Kleist slowed down a little and looked at Heywood, who was pursing his lips and holding his breath.

James dared to be angry and did not dare to speak, and expressed his dissatisfaction with a big pant.

", you don't stink—" Kleist kicked James, presumably not because James didn't stink, but because James didn't protect his gas mask and let Heywood snatch it.

When the barracks gate opened, an African-American soldier walked out tremblingly, carrying a white trouser on a stick.

"%......&*" The voices of the African soldiers trembled.

"Why do you speak English—" Kleist shouted at the top of his voice.

"*****" or the donkey's lips are not on the horse's mouth.

"Stand where you are, or we'll shoot—" It's amazing that James can speak French.

"The barber has different customers, and I know a little bit of Italian and Greek – and a little bit of German." I didn't expect James to be a language genius.

"Ask him what he wants to do?" Heywood slipped the soldier with the white pants into the crosshairs.

After some conversation, James had a strange expression: "They need food and water—"

"Why do you need food and water? There was a corpse of the German, and he was asked if he wanted it. "Heywood had a bad attitude, and he didn't shoot because he was already in the Union's sake.

This is especially a coalition army, and he really can't afford to lose this person, and Heywood feels the humiliation of being insulted.

Half an hour later a truck drove up with some moldy black bread and some vegetable soup that had cooled to the ground.

Not even an oil star.

Heywood, Kleist, and James had moved the bunker to a new place, and reburied the foot, alas, whether they were enemies or not, let them be buried in the ground.

Heywood and Kleist's dinner was herring rolls marinated in vinegar and onions with canned peas, James didn't know where to get some strawberries, and washed them in the creek next to them and brought them back as after-dinner fruit, which tasted very good, and Heywood generously returned the gas mask to James.

The bunkers have all been replaced, and the gas masks have lost their effectiveness.

A little later, the order was finally given, and the coalition forces demanded that the force surrender all weapons for disposal.

When they heard this order, neither Heywood nor Kleist spoke, looking at the Sergars who were lining up to disarm, Heywood and Kleist held their guns and didn't say a word.

These Senegalese have not yet figured out the situation, and presumably they believe that the law is not to be held accountable, and that the coalition top brass will not execute thousands of people in one fell swoop.

After disarming, these Senegalese lost the premise of bargaining, and no matter what the coalition forces did with them, they had no capital to resist.

Sure enough, after disarming, the Senegalese were held in a dozen nearby camps, each with only a few hundred people.

Heywood's unit escorted 300 Senegalese to a nearby camp.

Along the way, a Senegalese soldier kept getting close to James, hoping to be taken care of by James.

The guy who has been completely blackened has no bottom line, and he easily got a few gold rings.

Heywood and Kleist were also not polite, and forcibly snatched one from one of James' places, and James was sad and angry, but he still dared not speak out.

After sending the three hundred Senegalese to their intended camp, James' mission was over, and as they left the camp, a convoy of armored vehicles whizzed past the truck in which James and the others were traveling.

No one spoke in the truck compartment, everyone closed their eyes and rested, and only they knew if they could sleep.

Fierce gunfire came from behind him—

The next day's newspaper did not report anything about the mutiny, and the force disappeared as if it had never existed, with only the rings in the pockets of Heywood and Kleist and James proving that they had ever existed.

Heywood's ring sold for only one pound, which was not a fair price, but Heywood was satisfied, and he spent fifteen shillings to buy his daughter a rag doll that Itno had just launched at the Military Service, and then spent another five shillings to send the doll to his daughter in Port Elizabeth, just enough to spend all the pounds.

Legend has it that this kind of money cannot be kept, and it must be spent in full after earning.

Otherwise, it will bring bad luck.