1850 American Gold Tycoon.

Chapter 569 Prisoners of War

Richardson's judgment on Liang Yao's purpose of building the North Pula Fortress was generally correct.

Liang Yao did intend to build Fort North Platte into a gate that controlled the east-west traffic route, and he did intend to have the Arizona Regiment stationed here for a long time.

But from a distance, Richardson saw that the migrant workers who were building the fortress were not migrant workers.

To be precise, these people were prisoners of war. It was Liang Yao who spent money to buy the Mongolian cavalry and Sauron cavalry prisoners of war from the British and French forces.

During the two months in Dagukou last year, Liang Yaolou purchased a total of 2820 Mongolian cavalry prisoners of war and 816 Sauron prisoners of war from the British and French forces. These prisoners of war were shipped to California in batches.

Unfortunately, many of these Mongolians and Saurons were not used to taking ships. A total of more than 130 prisoners of war died during the voyage. After arriving on the west coast and North Platte, more than 80 people were lost due to acclimatization and disease.

However, these numbers were still within the range that Liang Yao could bear, and at least most of them survived. And since this year, except for a few old Saurons in their seventies who died of natural causes, no one has been reduced due to injury or illness.

"Such good horses are used as draft horses and pack horses! What a waste of things! Can't they just buy some donkeys and oxen? These horses can all be used as war horses!" Looking at the people working on the construction site The excellent horse of Bianyimu, the former leader of the Solon Horse Team of the Qing Dynasty, Kekudi, couldn't help but feel distressed.

If these horses were placed in the Qing Dynasty, they would be top-notch military horses!

It's a pity that he is a prisoner now and has no chance to ride those little foreign horses.

Sukhba took the bad meal from the dinner plate, came to the dining area and sat on the floor, broke off a piece of naan, dipped it in the beef juice and stuffed it out of his mouth.

The Han people outside there are basically all southern Han people, and their appearance is relatively small compared to the Mongolians. They can be distinguished at a glance. Even if we are lucky enough to escape there, we will be discovered very slowly.

"What does he think Liang wants from you? You people now have nothing but a dead life." Duan Minmeng sighed.

Sauron put on his cashmere cloak, stared at his shiny leather boots, and hurriedly walked out of the carriage before the train stopped.
"Such a bad horse, if you can ride it, it will be broken. You haven't ridden a horse for a long time!" Duan Minmeng, the assistant leader of the Mongolian cavalry team, was also very envious of those good horses. At the same time, I also understood it very much. asked Sukhba beside him.

idea? I still don't have any ideas.

"He is too old to look at this guy named Liang. How can he be a kind person at such a young age and become a general in a foreign country?" Sukhba looked at the sneaky group of foreign devils in the east, as if he hadn't guessed why Sauron was there yet. They keep feeding us bad food and drink.

Those officers were all officers below the company level of the Arizona regiment.

Except for the main course, which is provided in a rationed amount, the staple food and drinks cannot be added in a limited amount.

"Is it a matter of killing you with a knife or a gun? Why is it so troublesome?" North Platt's mind is not one-dimensional. There are so few twists and turns that he can't understand the meaning of Sukhba's words for a moment. .

"No matter how slow the horse runs, can it outrun someone else's gun? Besides, even if he runs away, he can even speak Chinese fluently, has a Mongolian look on his face, and doesn't have any money under him. How can he run so fast?" Where to go?"

"Duan Minmeng, he said that this man surnamed Liang is thousands of miles away. He transported you there and fed you with bad food and drink, just to let you build a fort for me?"

Before washing my hands, I took my plate to the dining hall and lined up to receive today's food.

"Run? Where are you running? Does he know where you are now? Does he know the way back to Xiaoqing?" Sukba rolled his eyes at the Mongolian fool behind him.

"Damn it, North Platte, you're so stupid, no wonder you can't even recognize a few complicated Chinese characters!" Sukhba also expressed interest in that Mongolian fool.

As long as I can remember, there have been several young and strong women outside the tribe. From the age of 18 or 17, I ended up following Liang Yao's cavalry on their expeditions to the north and south. The war filled the memories I had lost and gave me no time to think. While Sukhba was thinking wildly, a strange whistle came to his mind. That was the whistle for lunch.

"Life, what I want is not your life." Sukhba murmured.

Kruger and a group of officers lined up to greet Soren at the train station.

Now I finally have no time to think, but the completely familiar environment around me makes me feel confused again. It’s about knowing where to go in the future.

Hearing the whistle, Duan Minmeng and my tribesmen queued up behind the water tank out of reflex and took the lead in washing their hands with the clocked water.

"That's right, Sukhba, he has few ideas. He wants to come up with an idea, right? Do you want to be a commoner there for the rest of your life?" North Platt said.

As for being a civilian husband there for the rest of my life, it was actually a good ending for me and my tribe. At most, everything I ate before coming there was worse than when I was in Xiaoqing.

While we were dining, a train pulled into the Kokudit railway station with its whistle blowing.

"Ah? Let's grab a horse and run away! Anyway, we haven't released your shackles yet, so this is a good opportunity to escape." North Platte was stunned and said.

Duan Minmeng, who had been indoctrinated by his ancestors since he was a child, stared at the machine blankly. I and my people looked like a machine born for war.

I'm sure the other party can keep giving us such bad food, and there is nothing bad about working there as a civilian for a lifetime.

Sukhba also took it seriously, thinking it was a train for adoption. I completely knew that it was a special train, and sitting under the special train was the person who changed the direction of my life.

Furthermore, we are familiar with the place we are born in. Even if we escape, where can we escape to?

And you only have to work for seven hours a day. If you are lazy or make mistakes, you will be whipped and locked up in the white room.

Duan Minmeng has a narrow face, slender eyes, and a flat nose, a typical Mongolian appearance.

Sukhba knew that in a country with the largest horse population in the world, and a cliff-edge lead of seventh in the world, horses were not considered scarce.

"Take a step and see what happens." Sukhba said.

Today's main dish is beef stew with potatoes, the staple food is naan, and the drink is a bowl of milk.

"What you are saying is that Liang wants you to work for me! He wants to collect blood tax from us! Did he find out? Those soldiers guarding us are all infantry. If Liang is short of cavalry."

Sukhba stared at the white steaming machine by the river in a daze. The Han teacher at the night school told me that the thing was a steam engine and was placed by the river to pump water. As long as you feed that machine coal, it will work day and night. One machine can hold up to a hundred or so people.

The most valuable thing we have now is not our bad life. Perhaps the reason why Sauron allows us to live until now is not because of our bad life.

(End of this chapter)