"Sir, our trench defense zone ends in front.↗,"

The third platoon leader Chuck Newton heard that Mu Yang had come over, and came from the office and told Mu Yang about the current situation in the defense zone.

"Which unit is stationed in the front defense zone?"

"It's the third company of the 1st battalion of the 56th Regiment."

"It seems that we are even considered the border defense zone of our regiment. Let's go ahead and take a look." Mu Yang said as he raised his legs and walked forward.

As soon as he turned a corner, Mu Yang saw a wide open trench. Of course, this wideness is compared to the trench. This is not the point. Mu Yang found a group of people in this spacious place, a group of people with ragged clothes and gray-faced faces.

These people were covered in mud and dust, and they could no longer see their original appearance, but their body shapes and appearances could not be changed. They were Asians. The most important thing was that Mu Yang actually found Chinese among these people. Yes, Chinese, and this discovery surprised Mu Yang a little.

A word flashed in Mu Yang's mind, "Huagong".

Mu Yang certainly knew the existence of Chinese workers in the war. When he was on the front line, Joseph Williams had seen Chinese workers who carried ammunition and medicine on the battlefield, but at that time, Joseph Williams had never paid attention to those Chinese workers.

But Mu Yang didn't know that there were Chinese workers in his company now, so Claire didn't tell him. It seems that these Europeans really didn't take these Chinese workers seriously.

"Newton, what's going on with these workers?" Mu Yang asked.

"What's wrong, sir, these workers are newly assigned. The original workers were killed by the Germans on the battlefield, so the regiment headquarters has a new batch of them." Newton replied.

All dead, dead, what a relaxing word, the Chinese disappeared, silently, and did not leave anything to remember in this world. They disappeared like smoke and dust.

"I want to ask why they are here, why do they have guns in their hands, and why don't they live in fortifications?" Mu Yang asked three questions in a row, which made Newton a little confused.

"Sir, they have always lived here. It is the command of the headquarters to send them guns, because they are not in sufficient staff, and sometimes when they are defending, they need to go up and push them up too." Newton replied.

"Then why live in the open air? There is only such a canvas shed on it." Mu Yang felt a little unhappy and walked forward to check the situation of these workers.

These workers are not all Chinese, Indians, and Javanese. Muyang saw black bread and cooked green beans in their rice bowl, and there was nothing else.

These workers stood up honestly when they saw an officer coming over. They leaned to both sides without asking anyone to give them instructions. Under their black and gray faces, they looked so confused. Few of these people could speak foreign languages. Most of them could not understand what Mu Yang and the others were talking about except for a few words such as eating, sleeping, charging, shooting, moving things, bullets, and shells.

"Newton, what do they usually eat?" Mu Yang asked.

"The military headquarters stipulates that their food, bread, flour, green beans, a small amount of canned food and vegetables, nothing else." Newton replied.

"Since they have been fired, why can't they enjoy the treatment of soldiers?" Mu Yang asked again.

Lieutenant Newton wilted for a long time before he put on a sentence: "Sir, I don't know."

Yes, Newton was just a lieutenant and a lowest-ranking officer. How could he know how the generals arranged these Chinese workers?

Mu Yang fell silent.

He shouldn't blame Newton, it had nothing to do with him. Now even the supplies in their company cannot be fully guaranteed, so how could he think of improving the labor's food?

"How many laborers do we have in total?" Mu Yang asked in a low voice.

"Originally, there were 30 people, but two people died of illness two days ago, as if they were dysentery. They were two Javanese. They drank unclean water, and now there are 28 people." Newton said.

Mu Yang nodded, not saying anything.

Mu Yang felt a little uncomfortable when he saw his Chinese people in a foreign country and was treated like this. He had already made up his mind to change the food and treatment of these Chinese workers. As for those Indian and Javanese workers, they were lucky and benefited from these Chinese workers.

Mu Yang turned his head and spoke to the workers standing by the earth wall of the trench and said, "How many Chinese are there? Let me take a look."

Mu Yang's words were spoken in very pure Chinese, which immediately caused a small commotion among the Chinese in the labor group.

However, these people are still a little timid and no one comes forward.

"I came out and replied to me and talk to you about your situation. I think you need clean water, food, and a place to sleep." Mu Yang said in Chinese again.

There was another low noise in the crowd.

After a while, a man in his thirties walked out of the crowd and said in a very obvious Shandong accent: "Sir, what are you asking?"

This man was tall, about 1.8 meters tall, with his head shaved, his upper body bare, a wide belt around his waist, a large and shabby trousers covered with mud, and a pair of big-headed leather shoes that were no longer visible to his original deformation, but they did not look like leather shoes equipped by the British army. I guess they were taken off from the body of an unlucky German soldier.

"What's your name? Where's the man?" Mu Yang asked in a very gentle tone.

The strong man was stunned and immediately replied, "My name is Wang Dashuan, from Tai'an, Shandong."

When I saw Mu Yang chatting with a Chinese worker in Chinese, whether it was Chuck Newton, Mu Yang's correspondents and soldiers in the third platoon, they were all surprised. His company commander actually understood the Eastern language.

Even the Chinese workers, Indian and Javanese workers were very surprised.

Because these Europeans look down on them the most orientals, and do not look at them directly. Only when they are asked to work will they provoke a few words from their mouths. Those Europeans only regard them as the cheapest labor force, and use them like cattle and horses.

You should know that black people nowadays have just gotten rid of their slave status, so don’t expect these Europeans to have the idea of ​​treating Oriental people equally.

The so-called equality and friendship, humility and etiquette are all things between nobles and all circulate between the so-called whites and superiors. They, like yellow people, cannot enjoy these things.

Usually, those European soldiers called and drank, beat, scolded, and mocked them, and withheld rations and commissions. Who had seen them right away?

"How many Chinese workers are there here?" Mu Yang ignored the surprise of others and continued to ask.

"Sir, we have 16 Chinese people here."

“Where they all come from?”

"There are everywhere. I am from Shandong. There are four fellow Shandong people here, including Henan, Guangdong, Guangxi, and Hubei."

"When did you come here and what work do you do?"

"I have been here for two years and have been following the army. At the beginning, I was transporting supplies and ammunition. Recently, I suddenly fired a gun to us and asked us to follow us to fight." Wang Dashuan and Mu Yang chatted for a few words, and gradually let go.

"Can you have enough food?"

"The army still cares about the full bread, but if you eat too much beans, you like to fart."
Chapter completed!