Reborn South Africa as a police officer

Chapter 103

The British don't like the Boers, and they have never liked them, so August Russell asked Rock to dispose of those captives in "appropriate time".

Compared with the brave and capable Chinese policemen, the big turbans are nothing. Although Rahul was transferred to Robben Island, there are Indian policemen in Oak Town. Rock doesn't trust these Indian policemen. They can't do anything well. , Even if the food is distributed, they will steal it, which is a shame to the police, and Rock has no way to change them.

Now those big bandanas finally come in handy.

In fact, the big turbans of the Indian police are quite bluffing. Those big turbans, in addition to the big turbans on their heads, also have a signature feature of a big beard. Added a lot of toughness.

The effect is indeed there. After the big turbans began to manage the prisoners, the discipline of the prisoners did improve, but the prisoners soon discovered that the big turbans were all fakes, so they intensified.

"We don't have enough food, we need beef and eggs—"

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

"Winter is here and we need warm blankets—"

Another morning, those Boer coalition prisoners started making noise in the quarantine area again. Strictly speaking, their request was reasonable, but the method was inappropriate. When they were making a noise, they were still knocking on the lunch boxes in their hands, making more noise, even the tents The children in the classroom can't go to class with peace of mind.

"Shut up! You bloody bastards."

"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 guarding cursed, but did not take any action. They didn't even draw out their batons. Those women and children who were powerless to resist gave them a great illusion.

It seems that the Boers are as submissive as women and children.

In fact, both parties did not understand what the other was talking about. The captives spoke Dutch or French, while the Indian policemen spoke Indian English, which was so fast that even the British could not understand it. They had little contact with Indians. Not to mention the Boers, the standard chicken and duck talk.

If those captives did not affect the children in the tent classroom, then Rock would not interfere. Now they are making a bit of noise, and Rock can hear it in the office on the second floor, so he can't turn a deaf ear to it, so soon, Rock took Anton and a team of Chinese policemen to the quarantine area.

Compared with the big headscarves, the Chinese policemen are much tougher. They are strong and have sharp eyes. They look at the Boer prisoners like they are looking at chickens and dogs. All the Boer prisoners have realized in an instant. Danger.

It was too late, and Rock would not let them go easily.

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

Anton with a gloomy face pulled out his baton from his waist, and led a group of Chinese policemen to rush forward.

The batons equipped by Rock and the others are made of natural rubber wrapped with steel bars. This kind of baton is very heavy. It can easily break a person's arm when it hits a bone. There are no scars on the surface, but it can Internal injuries were caused, and the head was even more serious. While the head was bleeding, it was also accompanied by a severe concussion. If you accidentally applied more force, you could beat people to death.

Anton and the others didn't hold back, rushed into the crowd of prisoners, and smashed their heads and faces.

The prisoners suddenly wailed, some were beaten and rolled all over the place, some were beaten with blood all over their faces, the scene was horrible.

After all the captives were knocked to the ground and the situation was under control, Rock signaled Anton and the others to stop.

"The captives must have the consciousness of being captives. Compared with those captives before, you are now happy enough-but it seems that you don't realize it, so from now on, your food supply will be halved until you can leave Quarantine area." Rock's voice was colder than the weather, it was already winter in Cape Town in June, Rock and the others had already changed into black woolen winter clothes, and the prisoners were still wearing thin summer clothes.

"Sir, when can we leave?" A prisoner who looked like an officer tried to talk to Rock.

"Wait until I think you can leave." Rock was short and indifferent.

"We need doctors and medicine, and some winter clothes." The officer tried to win.

"Yes, there are doctors in the refugee camp, but there is not enough medicine. As for the winter clothes, we have to wait for the unified deployment of the expeditionary army headquarters." Rock did not make any promises.

The officer's expression changed, and he didn't speak again.

Rock didn't talk nonsense, seeing the doctor arrive in a hurry, he turned around and left.

It is useless to have a doctor, there is no medicine, and the doctor is also a clever woman who can't live without rice, and winter clothes are even more out of the question. Rock just wants to force these prisoners of war to their death.

At night, the refugee camp was pitch black, with only weak lights on the surrounding watchtowers. These watchtowers were connected by barbed wire. Any attempt to climb over the barbed wire would lead to ruthless hunting by the guards.

In the isolation area in the corner of the refugee camp, the prisoners who only received simple bandages were moaning in pain. They had no medicine to relieve pain, did not have enough food, and had to endure the cold winter night. smell.

"Coman, wake up Coman, don't sleep, Coman—"

Someone was weeping, and it was obvious that Coman hadn't made it through.

"We can't wait here to die—"

"But if we're going to get away, those bloody cops are going to shoot—"

"If we do nothing, those cops don't need to shoot, we're either freezing to death or starving to death—"

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

"There are plenty of grapes in the vineyard outside. If we drag it on, we don't even have the strength to climb over the barbed wire—"

"That's right, let's run away!" A new voice joined.

"Everyone escapes together, there are only dozens of policemen, we have more than 300 people, someone will always escape—" more and more people joined.

"Everyone, calm down—" Someone tried to calm down the excited prisoners.

"How to calm down? Waiting for death calmly?!"

"I don't want to wait to die. I'd rather die fighting the British."

"I knew I would fight to the end!" There were more voices of counterattack.

"In the middle of the night, when the police relax their vigilance, I still have some food here, let's share it first." Someone took out a hidden food and shared it with everyone.

With the sound of chewing in the dark, someone hummed a sad and melodious Boer folk song.

　I'm sorry guys, it's a bit late today--three shift compensation--

　　

　

(End of this chapter)