Battlefield Contractor

"What's going on? What are the prisoners doing? Who gave them the power to make them loud? Captain Yalman, what are your guards doing? Do you need me to emphasize the guard's duty to them?" Nelson Furious in the office.

"It's just a few prisoners singing. Sir, I think we have to face a more serious problem now." Captain Yarman is the guard captain of this labor camp. He was worried and honest, "These prisoners don't have artillery. Compared with these prisoners, I think the rebels outside are the big problem."

"It's just rebels. What can they do? They must be trying to rescue these Anmore prisoners of war, so as long as the prisoners are still in our hands, they have nothing to do. Those who sing are likely to be the leaders of the prisoners. , They may want to express something through singing, maybe they want to convey some message to the outside.

I think you, Captain, should grab them all, then take them to the high wall and shoot them in public. Shock the rebels, and at the same time silence the prisoners. Nelson said fiercely.

"Sir. You can hear it too. This is not about a dozen people singing. At least thousands of people are singing. Maybe every prisoner is singing. You want me to put thousands of them. Kill them all? Then they rushed the rebels outside and let them fire and blast this place to the ground?" Captain Alman said loudly.

"If this can prevent them from saving people, I think we should try this way." Nelson sneered. "Since their goal is to save people, then we will leave them no one to save."

"Shoot everyone? Sir, it's crazy. How can I confess to the investigation? I just said that these tens of thousands of prisoners of war were going to escape from prison and were all executed by me? Captain Alman shook his head. "I want to do this," I will definitely be shot.

Because this incident was too big, the execution of prisoners of war on a large scale would be a serious humanitarian disaster once it was spread out. When the time comes, even the above will not be able to bear it. We will definitely find someone to be responsible. We will definitely be used as scapegoats and shot. "Captain Yarman shook his head.

"Shut up! Captain, I have to remind you. You must serve the organization and be responsible for the organization. It is a very noble heroic act. This is a noble sacrifice, not a scapegoat. If I am serious, just rely on this Talk, you will be arrested." Nelson roared.

"Sorry sir, I'm just in a rush." ​​Captain Yarman said helplessly.

"Shut up and listen to me." Nelson yelled, "Take your people to the cell and catch all those who take the lead. Take the wall, kill a group, and the resistance outside will yield."

"But it was their spontaneous initiative, and everyone was locked up in prison. No one stood up to organize them to sing or make any threatening actions." Captain Alman still hesitated.

"Damn it, let me emphasize it to you again? The prisoners here are all prisoners of war. They once fought the Orumi Federation as an enemy of the Federation.

No matter how we treat them, we can't overdo it. Do I need a reason to let you shoot them? You don’t need to be anybody to explain anything.

Just shoot a few prisoners, just like we do every day. Don't let the resistance outsiders influence your judgment, Lieutenant Yarman. Nelson stared at him.

"Yes, yes sir, I know. I will do it now." Captain Yalman was forced by Nelson's intimidation and could only reluctantly nodded.

But when he led people into the prison, the sight before him made him hesitate again. In the labor camp, all the prisoners of war stood up and sang quietly in the cell.

Due to chronic malnutrition and overwork, many people here are not in good health. But now, they are all standing side by side.

Even some people who are in poor health are supported by people around them and stand together. All the people are singing this traditional war anthem of Anmore.

These sickly prisoners of war didn't even have the courage to look at him straight before. But now, they dare to stand there and stare at Yarman.

I don't know if it is a psychological effect, Captain Yarman even avoided their eyes with some fear.

"Stop singing. Prisoner 8432, shut up your people." Yarman turned his head and shouted sharply at a prisoner.

"Sorry, I can't control them." The prisoner shook his head.

"8432, you are the leader of this prison, aren't they all under your control?" Yarman shouted.

"That was before. But now, there are no prisoners 8432 here. There is only the Fourth Regiment of the Anmore Army, Lieutenant Amad of the Sixth Company." The prisoner sneered coldly.

"What the **** are you talking about, are you trying to rebel? Do you really think I dare not shoot you?" Captain Yarman snapped.

"I know you dare to shoot me. But even if you dare to shoot me, I dare to speak to you like this. Do you want to know why?" The prisoner looked at him coldly.

Captain Yalman hesitated.

"You dare not ask, do you? Then I will tell you, listen to this song. This song is the answer.

Our family once sang this song to send us to the battlefield to fight for Anmore. Many people fought in this song and died in this song.

Since we came here, we have no names, only the numbers of the prisoners in the labor camps. Because you want us to forget who we are.

But listening to the cannons outside, and then listening to this song, these are telling me who I am. I am the Fourth Regiment of the Anmor Army, Lieutenant Amed of the Sixth Company, a soldier of Anmor. "The prisoner broke out suddenly.

The surrounding prisoners of war sang even louder. "After experiencing the baptism of blood and glory, I heard the screams in the wind.

In honor of the previous battle, the scar is just the tattoo on the chest of the warrior. The funeral fire ignites infinite respect, and the once pain is sealed behind the warrior.

The banner of the tribe will never fall, there is no fear of loyalty..."

Captain Yarman ordered, "Open the prison door and bring me all of them. Whoever dares to make noise will be the same as them, and all will be executed."

The prisoners were not afraid, and the singing never stopped.

"Captain..." A guard couldn't help but looked at the surrounding prisoners, pulled Captain Alman aside, and whispered, "Really execute them all?"

"Nonsense, can this be decided by me? That **** Nelson is staring at me. If he doesn't do what he says, who knows if he will report me to it?" Alman said helplessly.

"Captain, it's already this time, do you still care about the punishment above? I just heard about it, this time the matter has become a big deal.

Uprisings broke out in many cities across the country, and the police station and city hall have been occupied by the insurgents. I heard that they also defeated part of the federal garrison on Route 4.

Now it's here for us again. I'm afraid we can't wait for the superiors to punish us. It's a problem for us to survive this time. "A guard whispered.