Several German soldiers who carried Major Miller over were not armed, and the leading German soldiers still had bandages around their arms, and there were obvious blood stains on the bandages, and several others did not look very good, their eyes were bloodshot, their faces were full of exhaustion, and the two shorter soldiers were still full of childishness, and they looked like minors.

"I'm sorry, I don't know what the chief will arrange, it's our duty to obey orders." The German soldier who accosted him exuded a fierce atmosphere, although his clothes were a little dirty, but he was neatly dressed, standing there like a javelin, this is the temperament of an elite army.

The soldiers of the expeditionary force who asked the question subconsciously clenched the shotgun in their hands and stared at the German soldiers in front of them.

The atmosphere suddenly became tense, the expeditionary force and the German army were still at war, and putting an elite German soldier back was likely to cause more casualties among the expeditionary force soldiers.

But if they are forcibly left behind, or even killed on the spot, it is a bit overkill, after all, the current situation is very delicate, and if one is not handled well, it may lead to the gaffe developing in an uncontrollable direction.

"Soldier, come and rest, have a cup of coffee and go back, it won't delay you for too long." Zhou Bu came forward to break the deadlock, in fact, there is no need to be too nervous, just a soldier, no matter how strong can it be, how strong can it be, and it can be stronger than a tank armored vehicle?

The German soldiers who did not flinch were obviously relieved, and when they stood in front of Zhou Bu, they saluted Zhou Bu with a German military salute.

Zhou Bu returned the gift very casually, some soldiers moved a few horses over, and brought coffee to a few German soldiers, several German soldiers looked a little greedy when drinking coffee, and the two German soldiers who were a little younger even had red eyes.

"Drink slowly, it's still over, no matter what happens tomorrow, at least we can sit down and have coffee together today." Zhou Bu had a casual attitude, and he didn't deliberately inquire about any news, just chatting casually.

"Thank you very much, General, you are a generous and merciful man—" The German soldier who was still sitting on his back was still straight, he was actually ready to be imprisoned and even shot just now, but the expeditionary force was obviously more generous and proud than he imagined.

It's a pride of extreme contempt for the enemy, and I know you may be strong, but I don't care, even on the battlefield, I can defeat you with dignity.

It's a really powerless feeling.

"Hehe, thank you for the compliment, Joe, get a few more cups of coffee, and get some if you have anything to eat, and call the doctor to come and retreat this gentleman's wound." Zhou Bu arranged it very thoughtfully, in order not to create more pressure on several German soldiers, Zhou Bu nodded and walked away after arranging.

When the guards brought coffee this time, they brought a few boxes of luncheon meat and canned braised pork.

Canned braised pork is made with pork, made using traditional Chinese techniques, fat but not greasy, full of oil, giving people a perfect sense of well-being, and is popular among all troops, including the troops of the Sultanate of Najd.

The doctor also came to check the wound of the leading German soldier, the condition was not good, the wound already showed signs of infection, and the doctor asked the German soldier for his opinion if he should stay for treatment.

The German soldier's expression was gloomy, and he slowly shook his head to thank the doctor for his kindness.

Instead of hospitalization, the doctor changed the bandages for the German soldiers, used alcohol to clean the wound, removed the rotten muscles around the wound that already showed signs of inflammation, re-sutured the wound, applied the wound medicine produced in Johannesburg, and finally replaced it with a clean bandage.

The German soldier did not speak the whole time, holding the gradually cooling coffee in one hand and a box of canned luncheon meat in the other.

"Remember not to get water on the wound these days, if you have the conditions, change the medicine yourself in a few days, find an experienced person to help you remove the stitches, remember to ensure the hygiene of the bandage before changing the bandage-" The doctor also gave a few words before leaving, and finally looked at the appearance of several German soldiers, sighed helplessly, and asked the nurse to bring a roll of bandages and a pack of external wound medicine, as well as a small bottle of alcohol.

"This alcohol is not to be drunk, it is used to clean wounds-" At this point, the doctor sighed again, stopped talking nonsense and turned to leave, there were other wounded waiting for the doctor to deal with them.

"Brother Scott, I don't want to go back, it's not bad to stay here as a prisoner-" A childish-looking soldier muttered to himself, Suissons are in a bad situation right now, no food, no coffee, no amiable doctors, no approachable generals-

"It's okay, you can stay if you want." The German soldier holding a pile of things did not look up, and no one could see his expression.

"If we surrender, will they eat us?" The young soldiers were not well informed, and according to the propaganda of the German newspapers, the Entente soldiers were man-eating demons.

"What are you thinking Billy, look at the cans in your hand, they are made of pork, and look at how many cans like this, you can't even eat the cans, do you think they will eat people?" Scott's expression was devastated as he was making coffee next to the tin bucket, wooden crates of canned food piled up.

Scott put the coffee and cans on the floor in his hand, and carefully put the bandages and alcohol and the external wound medicine into his personal pocket, which was not only a life-saving medicine, but also a good memory.

In this cruel war, no matter how distorted human nature is, there will eventually be the brilliance of human nature that is inadvertently emitted, and it is precisely because of these brilliance of humanity that people do not despair, and they still retain a trace of beautiful illusions about the world.

Before leaving, Scott gave another military salute to Zhou Bu, and then turned and walked towards Soissons.

He was the only one who went back, and several others chose to stay in the prisoner of war camp as prisoners, Scott didn't blame them, they also had the right to choose their lives, in fact, Scott also wanted to stay, but Scott valued loyalty and commitment more.

Back in Soissons, it was a different scene, full of soldiers gathered in groups and whispering, their expressions panicked and their eyes as intimidating as lone wolves abandoned by wolves.

Soon someone noticed the bandage on Scott's arm, the white bandage looked unusually conspicuous, because he had just drunk coffee and ate another box of canned food, Scott now looked much more energetic.

"Scott, come here, come with me to see the Major, the Major wants to see you." Scott's chief, come here, Scott call it away.

The Major's makeshift office was in a church, and when Scott arrived, he found not only the Major, but a large group of generals sitting in front of the church's cross.

"Sir, Soldier Scott reports to you—" Scott saluted, his bandaged arm unpalpable.

"Scott, tell me what you saw in Kruid?" Otto von Billo frowned, the pressure on his shoulders was huge now, the fate of hundreds of thousands of German troops was in the hands of Otto von Billot, and every order he gave would determine the fate of hundreds of thousands of German troops.

"Yes General—" Scott reported everything in detail, without exaggeration or concealment.

"So, there are four of you, but you're the only one who comes back, so why don't you stay in the British prisoner of war camp?" A German general asked, and the question was not appropriate, and it immediately attracted a lot of strange eyes.

Scott pursed his lips and didn't speak, the generals weren't all wise, and even most of the generals were relatively two-minded, they didn't know what was going on in the soldiers' heads, and they didn't care what the soldiers were thinking.

"Okay, go back, soldier, get some rest—" Otto von Billow wouldn't have a seizure in front of Scott.

As soon as Scott walked out of the church, there was a violent quarrel in the church.

"There's no point in us going any longer, we've run out of ammunition and done everything we can—"

"It is our duty to be loyal to the King, and now is the time for us to think about ourselves-"

"Either way, we are responsible for the hundreds of thousands of soldiers we lead—"

Scott didn't dare to listen more, and quickly left the church and returned to the troop station.

The station didn't stop, and as soon as Scott sat down on his bed, a group of soldiers gathered around him.

Strictly speaking, this is not a bed at all, Scott's own blanket was lost in the previous battle, and now the blanket Scott uses is a curtain snatched from a civilian house, the curtain is in a good place, goose-yellow gold velvet is embroidered with white flowers, Scott doesn't know what kind of flower, but appreciates this beauty.

"Scott, have you gained anything-"

"Scott, have the British embarrassed you—"

"Wow, I seem to smell wine, Scott, they gave you a drink?"

There was no alcohol, only alcohol, and it was the alcohol that the doctor used to disinfect Scott's wound when he cleaned it.

Scott searched his pocket for a pack of noble cigarettes made in southern Africa, which had been thrown to Scott by an expeditionary force soldier as he left the expeditionary force camp.

"Smoke? Where did it come from? ”

"Scott, please, give me one-"

"Scott, I'll trade this gold ring for you-"

A pack of crumpled cigarettes immediately caused an even bigger commotion.

Scott took the cigarettes apart and handed one to everyone, so the soldiers finally quieted down, and they sat in a row and smoked, and everyone did not speak, quietly not knowing what to think again.

"The British promised to take good care of Major Miller, they changed the medicine for my wounds, Billy they didn't come back, volunteered to stay with the British as prisoners-" Scott took a hard puff of his cigarette, and then slowly exhaled it, and the smoke suddenly filled the air, Scott couldn't see through the smoke in front of him, and the others couldn't see Scott's face clearly.

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