The British didn't like the Boers, and they always did, so August Russell would have Roque dispose of the captives "at the right time".

Compared with the brave and fierce Chinese police, the big turban is the same thing, although Rahul was transferred to Robben Island, but there are still Indian police officers in Oak Town, and Roque doesn't trust these Indian policemen, they can't do anything well, even if they distribute food, they will steal food, it is a shame for the police, and Roque has no way to change them.

Now those big turbans are finally coming in handy.

In fact, the big headscarves of Indian police officers are still quite capable of bluffing, and those big turbans, in addition to the big headscarves on their heads, also have a signature feature of a full beard, at least it seems, which adds a lot of toughness to the big turbans.

The effect did work, and after the turbans began to take charge of the captives, the discipline of the captives did improve, but the captives soon found that the turbans were all good, so they intensified.

"We don't have enough food to eat, we need beef and eggs-"

"Those women and children are out of quarantine, why are we still here-"

"Winter has arrived, and we need warm blankets—"

Another early morning, the Boer prisoners began to make noise in the quarantine area again, strictly speaking their request was reasonable, but in the wrong way, they were still knocking on their lunch boxes when they were noisy, making more noise, and even the children in the tent classroom could not attend classes with peace of mind.

"Shut up! You damn guys. ”

"Don't force us to do it, you'd better be honest now."

"A bunch of filthy pigs, you all deserve hell."

The Indian policemen in charge of the guards scolded and cursed, but they did not act, they did not even draw their batons, and the women and children who were powerless to resist gave them a great illusion.

It's as if the Boers are as submissive as women and children.

In fact, neither side understood what the other was saying, the prisoners were speaking Dutch or French, the Indian police were speaking Indian English, which was so fast that even the British could not understand it, not to mention the Boers, who had little contact with the Indians, and the standard chicken-and-duck spoke.

If those captives didn't interfere with the children in the tent classroom, then Roque would not interfere, and now the movement they made was a bit big, and Roque could hear it in the office on the second floor, so he couldn't turn a deaf ear, so soon, Roque appeared in the quarantine area with Anton and a team of Chinese police.

Compared with the turbans, the Chinese policemen were much more sturdy, they were sturdy, their eyes were sharp, and the look they looked at the Boer captives was like looking at a chicken, and all the Boer captives were aware of the danger in an instant.

It's too late, and Roque won't let them go easily.

"Let them be honest." Roque gestured to Anton.

Anton, with a gloomy face, pulled out the baton on his waist and swarmed up with a group of Chinese policemen.

The baton they are equipped with is made of natural rubber wrapped in steel bars, such a baton is very weighty, hit on the bone, can easily break the person's arm, hit the back, the surface can not see the scar, but can hit the internal injury, hit the head is more serious, the head is broken and bleeding at the same time, but also accompanied by a serious concussion, if you accidentally use a little harder, you can beat the person to death.

Anton didn't spare his hand, rushed into the pile of prisoners, and smashed his head and face.

The captives suddenly wailed, some were beaten and rolled all over the ground, and some were beaten with blood flowing all over their faces, and the scene was terrible.

When all the captives had been knocked to the ground and the situation was under control, Roque signaled Anton to stop.

"Captives have to be captive-conscious, and you are happy enough now compared to the previous captives - but it seems that you don't realize it, so from now on, your food supply will be halved until you can leave the quarantine zone." Roque's voice was colder than the weather, it was already winter in Cape Town in June, and Roque and the others had already changed into black woolen winter clothes, and the captives were still wearing thin summer clothes.

"Sir, when are we leaving?" A captive, who looked like an officer, tried to speak to Roque.

"Wait until I think you can leave." Roque was brief and nonchalant.

"We need doctors and medicine, as well as some winter clothes." The officers tried to fight for it.

"Yes, there are doctors in the camp, but there is not enough medicine, and as for winter clothes, they will have to wait for the command of the expeditionary force to deploy them." Roque doesn't give any promises.

The officer's expression changed, and he did not speak again.

Roque didn't talk nonsense, saw the doctor hurry up, turned around and left.

There are doctors who are useless, there is no medicine, and doctors are also clever women who are difficult to cook without rice, and don't even think about winter clothes, Roque just wants to force these prisoners of war to their deaths.

At night, the camp was pitch black, with only the faint lights of the surrounding watchtowers, which were connected by barbed wire, and any attempt to climb over the barbed wire would invite the guards to hunt them down.

In the quarantine area in the corner of the camp, the prisoners who had only been bandaged were moaning in pain, without medicine to relieve their pain, without enough food, and to endure the cold of winter nights.

"Koeman, wake up Koeman, don't sleep, Koeman-"

There were whispers of sorrow, and it was clear that Coman didn't make it.

"We can't wait here to die-"

"But if we're going to escape, those damn cops are going to shoot—"

"If we don't do anything, those cops don't need to shoot, we're either going to freeze to death, we're going to starve to death-"

"We didn't eat anything today, and we didn't even have the strength to escape—"

"There are grapes in the vineyards outside, and if we drag it any longer, we won't even have the strength to climb over the barbed wire—"

"That's it, let's run!" A new voice has been added.

"Everyone fled together, there are only a few dozen policemen, there are more than 300 of us, there are always people who can escape—" More and more people joined.

"Calm down, everybody—" Someone tried to calm the agitated captives.

"How to calm down? Wait for death calmly?! ”

"I don't want to die, I'd rather die in battle with the British."

"I knew how to fight to the end!" More voices fighting back.

"Wait until the second half of the night, wait for the police to relax their vigilance, I still have some food here, let's share it first." Someone brought out their private food and shared it with everyone.

The sound of crumbling in the darkness was hummed by a sad and tactful Boer folk song.