Chapter 492： Mercenary II

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A long and loud whistle sounded, which seemed to enliven the atmosphere of the entire coal mine, which meant that today's work was over.

The workers—or the prisoners—stopped their work one after another, turned their heads and bent down, and stretched their bodies.

After letting their tense muscles relax for a day, the prisoners came to wash in a stream flowing in twos and threes. They took off their upper and lower body clothes, one by one, bare chested and backless, naked - anyway, the camp is full of men, they first scrubbed the sweat towels used to wipe sweat during work in the water repeatedly, and then wiped the sweat away. The towel was soaked in water, and he scrubbed the dirt off his body one by one.

Doug was also scrubbing his body. When he stopped shoveling coal, his whole body was covered in black soot. For this reason, he went back to the dormitory to get a change of clean clothes. The soot-covered clothes were also thrown in for laundering.

After cleaning, Doug, who put on clean clothes, felt relaxed, and most of the exhaustion accumulated from a day's work had gone.

"Boss Doug!"

A low-pitched greeting came from behind, and a guy who also kept his body but had a bit of a mischievous look appeared from nowhere.

Doug looked left and right, no one looked at him, then grabbed the person who came, and came to a remote corner.

"Patton, you **** damn, I've expected you to come here, how are things going?"

"It's back."

The visitor took out a small pottery bottle from his arms and handed it to Doug carefully.

After Doug took it, he put the bottle close to Dan's ear, shook it gently, and there was a sound of liquid tumbling inside.

Doug said dissatisfiedly: "That's all? We saved so much coal."

Parton said dejectedly: "Boss Doug, it's not my fault. The new one is too greedy. His heart is blacker than the blackest coal I've ever seen, and he doubled the price."

Doug's brows were tightly frowned, and the folds that were extruded seemed to be mountains and rivers, and he said bitterly, "Despicable Mr. O, cunning Mr. O. Oh, forget it, who made us just the ones on the chopping board?" Where's the fish?"

He picked up the small clay vase, all his eyes focused on it. It was just an ordinary small khaki bottle, tightly closed with a cork. To Doug, however, it seemed to contain some panacea.

"Oh, I'm depending on you for the next week."

After speaking, he pulled out the cork with a bang, brought the mouth of the bottle to his nostrils, and took a deep breath.

The tangy smell of wine made Doug feel comfortable all over, and a lot of saliva was secreted from his mouth.

He opened his mouth slightly, gently pressed the mouth of the bottle against his lower lip, and then slowly lifted the body of the bottle. The life-saving "nectar" inside turned into a stream and flowed into Doug's mouth. The taste fills the whole mouth.

Doug didn't swallow it immediately, but used the first sip of wine to repeatedly wash his mouth like gargling, letting the wine soak every corner of his mouth.

After going on for a full minute, he moved his throat slightly, reluctantly and carefully sent the first sip of wine into his esophagus.

"Tsk tsk, nectar!"

Doug smacked his lips, feeling fascinated.

Patton next to him looked at his boss drinking, and could only twitch his nose, try his best to catch the smell of alcohol in the air, swallowing his saliva one mouthful after another.

"Gudong!"

Doug took a second sip of the wine, this time he didn't stay in his mouth for too long, but simply swallowed it down.

The third mouth, the fourth mouth...

After drinking ten sips, Doug put down the clay pot.

At this moment, his face was radiant and full of energy, and his eyes became sharp again, as if the former mercenary captain had returned.

"Give!"

Doug gave the bottle to Parton.

Parton used his hand a little, haha, there is still one third left.

"Thank you boss! Thank you boss!"

He hurriedly nodded and bowed to thank Doug.

"Hurry up, don't let the guards find out."

"Yeah, I'll take care of it!"

Parton lifted the bottle and followed Doug's example. He took a small sip and tasted slowly, and then drank the rest in one gulp.

Finally, he took out a water bag, poured some water into the bottle, shook it gently, and drank the water in the bottle again.

"Hey! Old Ao is too strict, what's the point of locking us brothers here? That Graman is too aristocratic."

Both of them cheered up and had the strength to scold Aldo again.

Ever since they were captured in the Ustor War, they have been locked up in this ghost place called a labor camp, where they live with black coal all day long.

At first, Doug and the others thought that they would either be abused to death or exhausted to death here, but to their surprise, they had a pretty good life—of course, this "good" refers to their initial pessimism. In terms of.

You can eat two meals a day, morning and afternoon. In the morning, the "brick bread" made of barley or rye is served with pickled pickles. Although it is a bit scratchy, and occasionally you can taste the smell of sawdust, but you are full. In the afternoon It is two slices of bread and unlimited vegetable porridge - a kind of Huhu porridge mixed with vegetables.

There are still a few days in each month, and the Huhu porridge will be mixed with minced meat or eggs.

They can also quietly gather some charcoal, and exchange some wine with the villagers outside the wall when the guards are not paying attention.

However, it is not free here. Of course, this so-called freedom is not the kind of unfettered freedom before being captured. The lack of freedom means that Aldo has too much control Aldo has designated and Strict house rules, to name a few:

First of all, the place where the prisoners live is required to be kept clean and hygienic, and the guards will raid the dormitory from time to time every day for inspection

Secondly, prisoners are required to maintain a good mental outlook, unshaven beards and other phenomena are absolutely not allowed.

Once it is found that there is a place that does not comply with the regulations, they will be given a leather whip, and they will be kicked into a small dark room for confinement, and they will have to starve.

Doug, who has been a mercenary for more than ten years, is very puzzled. Is the Aldo man managing the prisoners or the army? Even if it is training the army, maintaining hygiene, and maintaining personal spirit, it is an army like the royal guard It's what needs to be followed.

Having been on the battlefield for so many years, he is too familiar with what the general army of various countries is like. Sloppy living habits and lice are the normal state of ordinary soldiers.

As for the prisoners in other places, oh, the place where they stay is called a shithole, which is flattering.

Doug and Patton walked towards the dormitory, cursing Old Ao's perversion, and at the same time, there was a trace of inexplicable gratitude in their hearts.