"Please note that when replying to the interrogator's questions, your answers must be truthful. We will then send people to verify the information you confessed. If there are any errors or incompetent responses, you may be forgotten in the labor camp. …”
Tens of thousands of prisoners lined up in long queues at hundreds of temporary entry points. These people needed to answer some questions from the interrogators who were waiting to record their identities.
Soldiers with loaded weapons maintained order at the scene, while labor camp staff held up signs with precautions in their hands while using loudspeakers to explain the situation to the surrounding prisoners.
The scene in front of me is the labor camp department organized by the Justice League of the North. They are doing the most basic review work for the prisoners from Chernobog. The information entered by each prisoner will determine whether they should be considered defeated. Captives were required to spend time in a labor camp.
Of course, some people may lie here, but I think most people tell the truth after being reminded by the staff.
As for liars, once the information they confess is found to be untrue by staff during subsequent investigations, they will be punished accordingly.
The mechanisms and rules of the northern labor camps are now relatively complete and humane, and can handle many difficult prisoners of war that cannot be directly defined as 'damn bad guys'.
When entering the personal information of prisoners, the interrogators in the temporary entry point will always ask three questions: name, identity, and whether they have done anything bad...
"Rugwa, right? I have to remind you that the so-called bad things don't just refer to things that violate Chernobog's laws, but also whether you have done anything to intentionally harm others, and the others here, in addition to not In addition to criminals who have committed crimes, there are also infected people. May I ask, have you ever harmed innocent people at will?"
"No, I have a childhood playmate who is also infected. Because of her, I have never harmed other innocent infected people, except for some guys who robbed other people's property..."
"Okay, next one."
The recorder put a ✓ in the light labor level box and asked the prisoner who had finished recording the information to leave through the exit on the left.
"name……"
She skillfully took out a new piece of form paper and put it on the table. When she raised her head again, her eyes paused, as if a person had changed from looking at the scenery casually to looking seriously at something, or a person. A person, to be precise, is a good-looking person, the one who looks carefully.
"Hrag, this is my name, ma'am."
Appearing on the opposite side is an old man who is over fifty years old and has gray hair on his temples. Just from the outline of this man's face, an entry clerk who is over thirty years old can determine that this man must have been an eye-catcher when he was young. Cool guy.
And even though he is old now and his hair is still a little messy, this man is still an old man who looks very good, which will make many vulgar women fall in love with him.
"Then may I ask, what is your identity?"
The entry clerk is a qualified entry clerk. She is not a vulgar woman. She will not be easily swayed by so-called male lust. However, she is a person who respects the old and loves the young. Therefore, when she spoke again, her voice was much softer. It's not like the business-like stereotypical voice just now.
"I am an ordinary resident in the city of Chernobog. I run a clinic. Although I don't have a medical certificate, I have helped a lot of people. I can barely be considered a doctor..."
Herrag replied.
"Resident? Doctor?"
The tip of the pen held by the entry clerk paused on the form. Because it stayed there for too long, it left a slightly wet black spot of ink on the paper.
"Are you sure you're not talking about a field doctor or an officer in Chernobog's army?"
Although it is impolite to judge people by their appearance, the entry clerk truly believed that with the appearance of the old man in front of him, he must be at least a lieutenant-level officer in the army.
"I did serve in the army before, but I have retired from this country's army in more than ten years. Now I am just an ordinary doctor, madam."
The entry clerk frowned a little and continued to ask: "Then why are you here? If you are right, this is just a place where Chernobog prisoners of war are arranged, and the prisoners of war are basically with the city guard, or that city Someone from the Public Security Bureau here is right."
"There is a bit of a misunderstanding here. Here's what happened. A month ago, I noticed something strange about Chernobog, so I went to the administrative office in the city center to ask some questions from the sergeant wearing a black helmet guarding there. The situation, but my temper was very bad, but I had some small disputes with the sergeant who was responsible for protecting the safety of the citizens."
"Are you talking about the peacekeeping force?"
"It seems that's the name."
Herage nodded. Although he spoke in an understatement, the specific situation was that he was preparing to subdue a sergeant from the peacekeeping force to find out the real reason for the changes in Chernobog.
"The sergeant and I got into a fight and I knocked him to the ground."
The entry clerk's expression changed, and his look of respecting the elderly and caring for the young seemed to become somewhat hostile.
"But I swear, I didn't hurt him..."
Noticing the change in the other person's eyes, Herage quickly added an explanation.
The entry clerk's respectful attitude changed back.
"Then what?"
She was a little curious about what happened to this old man with a lot of taste.
"Then……"
Herage smiled bitterly.
"Then, I was beaten unconscious by a bald officer who fell from the sky. When I woke up, I became a prisoner as I am now. I stayed with the sergeants of the Chernobog City Guard and accepted the unification management and control.”
"I see, you have met Mr. SB."
The entry clerk laughed.
"Who is that?"
Herrag asked.
"That is our patron saint in the north, the powerful and just Lord SB. His rumors are just like his head. He will always appear in some dark places, shining with light to drive away darkness and bad guys, bringing warmth to people. And light!”
The entry clerk said with some emotion that before she became an entry clerk in the labor camp, she was still a village woman in a remote village. When bandits attacked their village, she saw with her own eyes that the enemy fell from the sky and easily defeated the entire group of bandits.
"Your situation is a bit special, but don't worry. As long as you haven't done any other bad things, I believe you will be able to come out of the labor camp soon after we confirm your situation and identity."
Herage wanted to ask something more, but was interrupted by the entry clerk.
The content of the conversation returned to him.
"Madam, you may not know that in addition to being a doctor, I also adopted some children. When I was captured before, the sergeant who guarded me and other prisoners told me that Chernobog would provide food rations while moving. Rationing, but now that it's stopped, I'm a little worried about those kids of mine."
"This is not a problem at all. When it comes to the issue of orphaned children, our city management team in the north is absolutely professional. Maybe when you come back from the labor camp, you will find that the child you adopted has already been in the labor camp. The new schools we built have four years of compulsory education.”
"Four years of compulsory education?"
"Yes, this is the education policy announced by the highest management leader in our northern region, Your Excellency Tallulah, six months ago, and has been gradually implemented in various regions in the northern region.
In the North, all children of school age can receive free one-year literacy education, two years of ideological and moral education, and the final year of education on basic skills for making a living in social industries.
I heard that with the prosperity and development of the Northern Territory in the future, this compulsory education policy will continue to be optimized, continue to benefit the people of the Northern Territory, and give the Northern Territory hope for a better and brighter future! "
When the entry clerk talked about this, his chest was high and he looked very proud. Tallulah's reputation in the North was now famous. Many people knew about the top leader who now manages the North. It was this talented young girl.
Unlike those rulers who controlled the North in the past, the dragon-headed Tallulah has done many practical things for the people, especially opening up educational resources to society, including the people at the bottom, and has made countless people remember each other.
Turning out of the temporary tent at the entry point, Herage was still a little confused. When could such a selfless dedication to the people of the region, which should belong to his own interests, grow in the swampland of the Ursus Empire? Lord?
Herage took the copy given by the lady at the entry point and handed it to the labor camp staff outside. He was then taken to a large, land- and snow-based bus with a gun by the door. The soldier looked at the copy and asked him to go up.
Compared with the snowmobile on the other side, which had at least seven or eight armed soldiers as managers, the car he was riding in now had only two armed soldiers in the last row of the back seat.
"Your place is here."
The labor camp staff pointed to a seat where someone was already sitting next to him and said to him.
Herage discovered that the person sitting next to his seat was the young man who had been in front of him just now.
"Hey, old man, I remember you were in line behind me. It's really fate. My name is Lugwa. What about you?"
This was truly a polite young man. His vigorous vitality and pure smile on his face made Herage recall the past when he joined the army to fight for his motherland with passion.
"Hrag."
The old man said his name, but his hand, which was still bound by chains, shook the young man's hand.
"I don't know what will happen to us?"
Rugova is a little worried about the future.
"Don't worry, the Ursus government here in the north will send us to a farm, where we will engage in agricultural work and receive the ideological education here. As long as we perform well in the process, we will soon be able to leave the farm. Come out, return to Chernobog, and become a resident of this side of the North."
Relying on his charm as an old man, Herage got a lot of information from the entry clerk in advance. He knew how he and others would be treated next, and he felt very happy. It was relaxed, even a little happy.
But it is not for my own sake, but for the future of this country. If the Ursus government in the north is really what the entry clerk said, then Ursus is as rotten as a swamp. A dirty country may not be able to revive one day.
Herage, an old general who had served Ursus for half his life, was also disappointed with the decaying regime of Ursus. Although he had retired from the army for many years, he still loved this country deep in his heart. It is impossible to see the light of hope in this country again in my lifetime, but now...
Mr. Herage looked at the young man next to him, whose eyes were filled with expectations for the future because of his words. If there was really no fraud here, then this young man would definitely be luckier than he was before, being able to live in a spacious and bright place. place, pay and contribute to your country!
. . . .
Five days later…
"boom!"
With the sound of a gunshot, in the spacious and bright square of a farm, a young man named Rugova fell to the ground with a bullet hole in his forehead and a look of horror on his face, losing his young life. .
The prisoners of war who were summoned and sent here to undergo labor reform screamed in surprise. They looked at the soldiers in black trench coats who lowered their guns with angry eyes. However, the dead young man had worked together with most of them during these days. Everyone has become good friends.
They were angry about the death of the young man, and also because of the actions of the gun-wielding soldier, which violated what the ideological and political commissars here taught them during their breaks every day on this farm, such as solidarity and mutual assistance. Could it be that they were killing people? ?
Facing the angry gazes of the people around him, the soldier in black trench coat didn't panic at all. He took out an execution document from his arms and read it loudly in front of everyone in the farm.
"Rugova, the former second lieutenant of the Third Regiment of the Chernobyl City Guards. On the entry form, he said that he had never done anything bad. This was verified by our northern investigation team to be untrue.
Rugova is the boss behind Chernobog's underground black market and XX cyan industry. This is the exact information the investigation team obtained from the XX industry group destroyed by the peacekeeping force. This man used his power as a city guard officer to force girls into prostitution...
There is no word about persecuting infected people on the entry form. It is said that it is because one of his childhood playmates is infected. However, the infected girl is the victim who has suffered the most persecution. This person used the HIV Exclusion Act to coerce The girl had a relationship with him, and after that, he invited others, including but not limited to colleagues and bosses, to join in and abuse the girl..."
The words of the black windbreaker soldier made everyone in the farm widen their eyes.
"In the case of conclusive evidence, the Northern Supreme Court made a judgment of its mouth, and our executors were given the right to execute a just trial by the inviolable SB of the local law and justice of the Northern Ursus Government, A total of forty-seven people related to this case, including the mastermind, will be executed by firing squad, above!"
At the end of the sentence, the soldier in black trench coat raised the execution document in his hand behind his back, facing the people around him so that everyone could see the words on it clearly, and then he spoke: "Excuse me, do you have any questions? If you still have any questions, please let me know." If it makes sense, I'll give you an answer.
Or in the afternoon, Your Excellency Bozokas will arrive here with the personnel of the Legal Affairs Department, and those people will tell you about the more comprehensive and reasonable laws in the northern territory of Ursus! "
Herage's ears pricked up, and he heard a familiar, yet far away name: "Bozo... Kasti?"
