Chapter 1453 African Warning (Second Update, Please Subscribe)
In war, everyone has to find a way to survive, whether they are men or women. Survival is the most important thing.
At least for Jason, he has been trying to live.
When fighting against the Ming people, he had witnessed how tanks crushed people into pieces. It was in extreme fear, facing the irreversible defeat, that he raised his hands and surrendered.
Even in Chinese - before coming to Oregon, he lived in San Francisco, near Chinatown, where he learned some Chinese from some Ming people.
The reason why he learned Chinese was because, like many people, he had also fantasized about the Ming Dynasty, where everyone could live a happy life.
But that was just a fantasy. He knew very well that the Ming Dynasty would never allow ordinary people like them to immigrate to the Ming Dynasty.
But he never thought that learning to speak Chinese would be useful on the battlefield - when surrendering.
"Perhaps, Chinese can be useful in the prisoner-of-war camps."
After being captured, Jason once thought to himself.
In the next few days, there were always trains carrying prisoners of war running on the railway to the north. Along the way, there were always some Americans who would throw food, blankets and other things into the carriages while the trains were refueling with coal and water.
Jason, like everyone else, was grateful for the things people stuffed into the small window on the door. When the train passed through Seattle, Jason once again squeezed to the small window and gratefully took the bread handed to him by a woman, but he heard a lady next to her say.
"Aunt, we shouldn't give bread to these cowards."
What?
Jason opened his eyes wide and looked at the young woman in confusion, as if he didn't understand why she was mocking him like that.
"What are you looking at? Am I not telling the truth?"
“I, I…”
For a moment, Jason didn't know how to explain it. How should he explain it?
"Look, let me be right."
"Juliet, you can't say that about them. They're definitely not cowards."
"How could it not be? If not, why don't they defend themselves?"
The woman said as she looked at them.
"Am I right? You cowards!"
Just at this moment, the train started again. Just when the people in the carriage wanted to explain loudly, they heard the woman's voice coming from outside the carriage.
"Mom, do you think I'm right? If they weren't cowards, they could have defended themselves. But no one defended themselves."
At this moment, in Jason's eyes, that beautiful woman was simply the ugliest woman in the world. How could she say that to them?
What are her qualifications?
Is it just because she is a woman?
No one cares what these people think.
On the following journey, the further north the train went, the colder the weather became. As the train was moving, the biting cold wind blew into the carriages through the gaps in the wooden boards, and the people in the carriages huddled together, waiting anxiously for their unknown fate.
The train, which had been running for two days, finally stopped. Where would they go next?
However, when they saw the Chinese-style buildings through the gaps in the carriage, they realized where they were.
They have reached the northern territory of Ming Dynasty.
This is enemy territory!
“Crash”…
Suddenly, the carriage door opened.
"Hurry up, everyone get out of the car!"
At the guards' shouts, the prisoners from Portland supported each other and walked out of the carriage. Only then did they realize that this was a port.
The prisoners were then driven into a large warehouse near the dock.
"God bless you, the Ming Dynasty is also a civilized country, and they still abide by international law."
The reason why Jason thanked God was that the level of civilization of the imperial army far exceeded their imagination. When surrendering, they had imagined that they might be beaten or even shot, but at least until now, all this has not happened. At most, when getting on and off the train, they were beaten with the butt of a gun because they were too slow.
Just as the prisoners were waiting in confusion for an unknown fate, a car stopped outside the warehouse and a captain jumped out of the car. He straightened his coat and walked into the warehouse.
As soon as they saw the officer coming in, the prisoners who were originally whispering to each other stopped talking and stood in line obediently.
To their surprise, the officer spoke authentic American English, even with a western accent.
"Gentlemen, my name is Guan Siming. You can call me Captain Guan. Although I am from the Ming Dynasty, I was born in San Francisco. Although I was born and raised in the United States, I regret that I have no good feelings towards the United States and you. Many of you are locals. In the past few decades, you have been saying that everyone is equal, but you discriminate against us, the yellow people. Not only do you prohibit us from buying land, but you also exclude us from various jobs. To a certain extent, it is your discrimination that makes us... every Ming Dynasty person realize that the war between us and you is inevitable. Of course, this war was also provoked by you, because of your discrimination against us..."
While Guan Siming was talking about the causes of the war and their discrimination against the Ming people, Jason, like everyone else, was anxiously thinking about it.
"Damn it! How long is this guy going to talk!"
However, Guan Siming did not continue. Finally, he looked at the prisoners and said.
"Well, now is not the time to hold people responsible for the war. After all, the war is over for you. Soon you will arrive at a new place and start your new life."
“Hurry up! Hurry up!”
Soldiers holding rifles on the dock kept pushing the prisoners who had just had a full meal. As they lined up to wait to get on board, the cold wind from the sea made them turn up the collars of their coats, and the shivering people looked around curiously.
The port was full of ships, including merchant ships and warships. On another pier, there were soldiers queuing up to disembark. They must be reinforcements from the empire.
While lining up to board the ship, Jason looked around with some worry. Concerned about the future, he suddenly shouted to a nearby sentry.
"Sir! Where are we going?"
Everyone looked at this short guy in surprise; he could actually speak Chinese!
The soldiers on duty took a few glances at the American soldier who could speak Chinese, forced a smile on their stern faces, and then two words reached their ears.
"Africa!"
Africa!
They are going to Africa!
The news spread quickly, and before people had time to adapt to it, someone in the crowd who had just boarded the ship pointed at a merchant ship at the berth and shouted.
"Tanks! That ship is full of tanks!"
tank!
In Portland, tanks were everyone's nightmare, but they only encountered a few dozen tanks in Portland. But what about now? When Jason came to the deck, he saw that the deck of the merchant ship in the distance was full of tanks, dozens of them.
"Oh my God! California is over..."
Almost subconsciously, after seeing the tanks, Jason couldn't help but begin to sympathize with the defenders of California. In Portland, they were still fighting with people, but they only encountered tanks occasionally. But what about now?
That ship was full of tanks!
The Empire has so many tanks that soon their tanks will rush through Oregon and then occupy all of California and even the entire West.
However, all this has nothing to do with them. After all, they...
(End of this chapter)
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