Chapter 226: Prison travel notes
There was no need for the assassins to act rashly, so they just dug the canal silently, but they didn't work very hard.
The ten prison guards who were in charge of looking after them saw that they weren’t working hard but did not come up to beat and scold them.
This is because Robb said that using whips and sticks to force reform-through-labor prisoners to work is the stupidest and least efficient way, and it does not necessarily have any good effect except to tire themselves.
All kinds of welfare and commutation measures can really make the prisoners of war work hard, and there is no need to rush to tell the new prisoners of war until they get to know it.
While pretending to work, the thirteen assassins peeked around and saw prisoners of war working everywhere. Some were carrying stones, some were carrying dirt, some were carrying buckets of fruit juice, and some were carrying large baskets of fruit.
There were many prisoners of war left unattended, meaning there were no prison guards around them.
The leader of the assassins saw Motra from afar. The general was obviously an important person, but no one was watching him. He was carrying a basket of apples, carrying them. Taking advantage of the fact that no one noticed, he took an apple out of the basket, stuffed it into his mouth, and ate it clean with a few bites. He also carefully bit open the apple core, took out the apple seeds, and hid them in his pocket. Then he threw the apple core into his mouth, chewed it up and swallowed it, and continued carrying the basket forward.
The leader of the assassins could not help laughing and crying, thinking, [The prison guards here have such a big heart. Apples are an extremely expensive fruit. In our desert kingdom, it is not surprising that nobles would wage war for a few apple trees in an oasis. This kind of expensive fruit is in baskets carried by the prisoners of war and is not guarded at all.
In his heart, he could not help scolding, [This guy Robb is really outrageous. Can he be even more outrageous than the nobles of the desert kingdom, who are capable enough to go to other kingdoms to steal fruit?]
Of course, after scolding, he got very happy information. That is, Motra is unguarded, as long as he can get rid of the prison guards around him, he can connect with him.
The evening was coming soon, and the thirteen assassins were working while thinking about their surrounding environment. Of course, they were not very efficient, and only a small part of the canal was dug out. Then they heard the bells, loud bells, echoing over the whole prison.
The moment the bell rang, the whole prison became lively, and the guys who were still working in silence burst out with laughter.
Someone shouted, "it's time to eat!"
"It’s finally time."
"Oh, yeah! Today is soy milk day. "
"Yes, I've been looking forward to it for several days now."
"I like soy milk day the most."
“Huangsha! Please make it so that every day is soy milk day."
The prisoners all laughed happily and converged in one direction.
The assassins looked dazed, "what soy milk day?"
The ten prison guards in charge of guarding them pointed to the direction in which the crowd gathered and said, "you can also go. There is a total of one hour for you to eat. After eating, you can also move freely in the open space in front of the canteen. After an hour, someone will blow a whistle. At that time, you must return to work. "
The assassins said, "Oh," and although they still didn't understand the situation, they got another good news: they could move freely for an hour. Isn't that great?
They followed the crowd forward and found that the ten prison guards really did not follow them.
Soon they mingled with the prisoners of war.
Immediately two prisoners of war found them, turned around, and asked, "Huh? New guy? Not from our vanguard army?"
"Yes!" An assassin whispered, "We are the spies and assassins of the main force. We failed to kill Robb and were caught."
“Huangsha! I can't believe you guys went to assassinate that guy. Awesome." The prisoners of war from the vanguard army expressed their admiration one after another, and several of them turned and gave them a thumbs-up, “There’s still the main force. The battle was fierce when we fought with the skeletons and void walkers, he called out. It's pretty great that you managed to go to Robb directly."
Assassins: "……."
Seeing that these guys are still in the mood to smile and make such sarcastic remarks, the assassins can't help but feel a little upset. [You've all been arrested and locked up in prison for hard work and dare to talk and laugh?]
An assassin whispered, "We were being watched by more than a dozen prison guards just now. Is the guard very strict here?"
A prisoner of war replied in a low voice, "It’s fine! They won't be very strict if you don't try to escape for a few days in a row. "
"What if you try to escape?" Asked an assassin.
"It's better not to." There was a strange expression on the prisoner's face, like the kind remembering something horrible. It was several seconds before he whispered, "I escaped and was put on a ceiling fan. As someone who has experienced it, I must advise you not to have anything to do with a ceiling fan for the rest of your life."
The assassins did not know what the ceiling fan was, but when they saw the expression of the prisoner of war, they roughly guessed that it should be a terrible instrument of torture.
The prisoner of war continued, "in short, observe for a few days. You are assassins, and you are good at observation. Don't act rashly yet."
With that, everyone poured into the canteen. It is impossible to have a canteen that can hold 3,000 people these days, so the assassins found that the canteen is divided into areas and that in this area where they work, there are only about 700 or 800 prisoners of war, and the rest should be in other areas.
The leader of the assassins looked around but did not see Morta. It seems that he was assigned to eat in the canteen in another area. It seems that it is impossible to talk to him while waiting. They can only wait until their free time after dinner and talk to him outside the open space.
"Where can I pick up the meal?" An assassin asked the prisoner next to him.
"Follow me." The prisoner led him to the corner of the canteen and took out a crude iron plate, "take this plate and pick up the meal at the front window."
As soon as the assassin looked at the plate, he thought, [What a crude plate, it seems that the food will not be good, it should be the same grade used for livestock.]