Expedition to Europe

At the edge of the muddy camp, there are 40 to 50 tents lined up densely. This is the Chinese dormitory in the British camp.

A standard class tent usually only has four to five bunk beds, housing eight to nine people. Here, each tent is filled with 20 bunk beds, housing nearly 50 people. In the entire tent, there is only a narrow passage except for the beds, and no extra space.

This is simply a concentration camp!

Qin Zhiyuan walked through three or four tents and saw the same scene. Angry and helpless Chinese, damp and cold bedding, turbid air like the front-line tunnels, and uniform numbered uniforms.

The British did not even allow the Chinese to have civilian clothes, fearing that the Chinese would escape from the labor camp.

Just as Qin Zhiyuan was inspecting the camp, it was time for dinner.

A dozen large wooden barrels were carried into the labor camp. The edges of the barrels were dirty and stained with a few vegetable leaves. It was estimated that they had never been washed. Each Chinese was given something like porridge and half a piece of black bread, some of which were even moldy.

"They gave you these to eat?" Qin Zhiyuan asked Tang Xinzhi.

Tang Xinzhi was the younger translator. Tang Xinzhi was a student selected by the Republic of China government to study in France. After the Chinese workers entered France, there were not enough translators. Tang Xinzhi joined the Chinese Workers Camp as a translator at the request of the Republic of China Embassy in France.

"Yes, the British gave us these to eat. Today is not bad. We have food. When supplies were tight a while ago, we could only eat one meal a day." Tang Xinzhi has accumulated too much dissatisfaction with the British.

"Mr. Qin, when did you arrive in France?" Tang Xinzhi was full of curiosity about Qin Zhiyuan.

"A month earlier than you. In fact, my identity is the same as yours, both of us are Chinese workers from China." Qin Zhiyuan did not hide his identity. He knew very well that what the Chinese workers needed most was a sense of identity, whether it was from the British or the Chinese.

"Chinese workers? How could it be?" Tang Xinzhi was more surprised than William.

"Why not? As long as you show enough value, let alone a colonel, even if you want to be a general, the French will agree." As long as there is a chance, Qin Zhiyuan will always sow the seeds of fire, and maybe at some point, these seeds will spread like wildfire.

"Mr. Qin, what are you now?" Tang Xinzhi is only 18 years old this year, and it is the time when people are young and in their twenties. Under the instigation of Qin Zhiyuan, Tang Xinzhi felt hot all over.

"I am now the commander of the Sixth Regiment of the French Foreign Legion. This regiment is all Chinese. We are stationed in the Capi area." Qin Zhiyuan thought about it and decided to add fuel to the fire: "Our troops have been expanding. I think it will soon become a brigade or a division."

"Foreign Legion! Yes, I heard about it. I read about your deeds in the newspaper. I never thought that you would come to Amiens." Tang Xinzhi felt like burning.

The news that Qin Zhiyuan was awarded the Grand Cross Knight Medal is being hyped by the French media. Just as Foch said, France needs heroes now. The French need more Qin Zhiyuan to pick up guns and join the war against the Germans.

"Qin, those poor people want to see you and express their gratitude to you in person." Misha came to Qin Zhiyuan and whispered.

Since entering the Chinese labor camp, Misha has been working. Many people here are sick, not only because of the bad weather, but also because of the poor living conditions.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Qin." A Chinese representative bowed behind Misha to express his gratitude.

"This is our captain Wang Dingshan, who is responsible for managing nearly 2,000 people here." Tang Xinzhi introduced in a low voice.

Wang Dingshan was also tied to the pillar just now. As the captain, Wang Dingshan would stand up for the Chinese every time he encountered unfair treatment. Wang Dingshan did not participate in the fight. He was tied up completely because William was venting his anger.

Wang Dingshan is in his early 30s, about 1.8 meters tall, with a strong body, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and a lush beard. He has thick joints and steady steps. He is a martial artist at first glance.

"You're welcome. As Chinese, we should help others when we see injustice." Qin Zhiyuan praised in his heart.

Wang Dingshan looks quite powerful. If he can join the Foreign Legion, he might be a brave general.

"Yes, as Chinese, Mr. Qin is already a colonel, but we are so miserable. It's embarrassing for Mr. Qin." It seems that Wang Dingshan has known Qin Zhiyuan's identity through Gao Hongshi, and there is a hint of expectation in his words.

If possible, no one is willing to be in the dust, especially those with certain abilities. They have the ability to change their own situation, and they only need a chance.

"Captain Wang, if you are willing, you can also join the Foreign Legion." Qin Zhiyuan began to close the net.

Looking at the attitude of the British towards the Chinese, the relationship between the two sides must have been like fire and water. In addition, Qin Zhiyuan beat William. Even if the Chinese swallow their anger, they may not get good results. Instead of being manipulated like this, it is better to join the Foreign Legion.

"Are you serious, Mr. Qin?" Wang Dingshan has indeed been fond of the Foreign Legion for a long time.

"Really!" Qin Zhiyuan said decisively.

"Okay, if Mr. Qin doesn't mind, Wang is willing to join the Foreign Legion." Wang Dingshan made up his mind and decided to follow Qin Zhiyuan.

"Okay!" Qin Zhiyuan said, patting Wang Dingshan on the shoulder to encourage: "Heaven moves forward, and a gentleman strives to improve himself. Qin can help you for a while, but he can't help you for a lifetime. If you want to gain self-esteem, you have to improve yourself."

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Even if it is to help, Qin Zhiyuan will look at people. If Wang Dingshan has the idea of ​​self-improvement, Qin Zhiyuan will give Wang Dingshan a chance. If Wang Dingshan is willing to fall, Qin Zhiyuan will not force him.

Everyone has his own ambitions.

"Master Qin, we are also willing to join the Foreign Legion."

"Master Qin, count me in!"

"Master Qin, brothers follow you."

When the Chinese workers heard that they could join the Foreign Legion, they were excited. Look at Qin Zhiyuan's neat officer uniform and shiny boots, and then look at their own ugly uniform with numbers and bare feet. People have a comparison mentality. Don't worry about whether they will live or die in the future, just be glorious first.

At this time, there are few Chinese who believe in atheism, and the idea of ​​reincarnation is the mainstream of society. It doesn't matter if you have a bad fate in this life. As long as you accumulate virtue and do good deeds, you will naturally be reborn in a good life in the next life. If you do a lot of evil in this life, you may be reborn as a pig or dog in the next life.

Is this feudal superstition?

Yes!

But at the same time, this feudal superstition also encourages people to be good, to sacrifice their lives for the sake of righteousness, and to die rather than surrender.

In a way, this idea supports the soul of the Chinese.

Therefore, most of the rich people at this time are willing to do good deeds and benefit the village. They just pave roads, build bridges, and give out porridge when they have nothing to do. There are really not many people who do a lot of evil. People like Huang Shiren only exist in literary works. In reality, there are really few.

Apart from other things, if you dare to destroy my family, I will dare to dig up your ancestral graves. This alone is enough to make many Huang Shirens feel constrained.