Him and their stars.

Chapter 1977 The amount of information in the prisoner-of-war camp is too overwhelming
Collaborator? Yu Lian looked at Major General Watt Lar thoughtfully, and felt that this setting sounded familiar.

Major General Watt Lar added: "We mine and farm, and produce materials, and we have to hand them over to the planet's regulatory authorities. They certainly won't abuse us, nor will they withhold our daily necessities, but if we want to make some money, we still have to put in some effort."

"Indeed, they have already started to play together. They are indeed close collaborators." Yu Lian said with a smile.

General Lal nodded and said, "Indeed, my past experience has taught me that good partners must be able to work together even when they are hurting and backstabbing each other."

This is of course a very counterintuitive statement, but considering the general's previous experience as the chief spy and warchief in the embassy, ​​it somehow makes sense.

He then informed Yu Lian in detail that the management of Camp No. 1 was actually quite rough. Although it could not be said to be strictly enforced, it could only be said to be better than nothing.

After the Earthlings were escorted here from the New World, they were simply arranged to live in towns that had already been built on this planet.

There are barracks, canteens, toilets and bathhouses. Even the rooms are fully decorated and ready for you to move in.

The Imperial supervisors told them that soldiers would be in a room of four, senior NCOs and junior and mid-level officers would be in a room of two, and senior officers would be in a room of one, and could even bring an orderly with them. This town, no, the prisoner-of-war camp had enough space to accommodate everyone underground.

Then, they will have to manage themselves.

The entire city's empire's law and order maintenance force consisted of only one squad of soldiers and 100 robots.

In addition, they distributed 200 rubber sticks and 50 electric shock guns to the prisoners. In this way, even the maintenance of law and order depended on the prisoners themselves.

Well, this is becoming more and more like déjà vu. Yu Lian nodded.

Outside the town of Prisoner-of-War Camp No. 1, there are large hydroponic farms and ecological breeding farms. There are mines 20 kilometers away from the city, as well as several food processing plants and spare parts factories.

What they produce can be considered military supplies, but neither the products nor the raw materials pose any threat.

Naturally, all products produced by the prisoners of war had to be handed over.

However, the production tasks assigned by the Empire were not particularly heavy. As long as they could be completed on schedule, Camp No. 1 would be able to obtain sufficient living supplies on time.

The average daily ration for each Earth prisoner of war was 500 grams of staple food, 300 grams of canned meat and 200 grams of fresh meat, 200 grams of vegetables and fruits, in addition to irregular supplies of sugar, tea, coffee, alcohol, cigarettes, etc.

The nutritional intake standards for officers are the same as those for soldiers, but they have more fresh meat and fruits and vegetables, and they have access to higher-grade sugar and wine, etc.

As for Major General Watt Lal and several generals, they were enjoying VIP treatment under house arrest.

He spent his 55th birthday in the prisoner-of-war camp. The prison authorities even prepared a birthday party for him, cooked a beautiful cake, and invited a band and a theater troupe from Green Star to entertain him.

In addition, if there is additional output while completing the task, the Empire will even pay extra wages based on piecework, and the standard is completely in line with the average level of industrial workers in the Tailai star region.

Even in the iron-clad prisoner-of-war camps, wages were useful.

Every two months, the Royal Chamber of Commerce would hold a temporary market at Tiezard Peak. They would bring letters from the prisoners of war, as well as sell various daily necessities, hobbies, entertainment items, and even luxury goods.

If necessary, you can even find a young lady with thin clothes and a friendly smile in some hidden temporary houses, and seriously discuss with her the dialectical relationship between life reproduction and the future of civilization.

In short, as long as everyone lives in peace and the autonomy of Camp No. 1, where all the members are officers and soldiers of the community, will not change.

And before Yu Lian led his ghosts to march into Tailai, they were indeed living in peace.

Everyone lived a comfortable life that seemed like an idyllic pastoral life.

"So that's it, the contract responsibility system!" Yu Lian finally understood. He never thought that the most progressive scene in the entire empire would happen in this small prisoner-of-war camp.

No wonder Major General Lal has gained weight.

However, Major General Watt Lar had his own explanation: "Those who were sent here to manage the prisoner-of-war camps were not the elite of the Empire. As long as they control the space stations and ships in orbit, we will have no ability to resist on the surface."

There were hundreds of vehicles in the No. 1 POW camp. Although none of them had weapons, they ranged from small off-road vehicles to large transport vehicles. However, the supervisors did not even care about these and left them to the prisoners to use at will.

Yu Lian admitted that it was not easy to find such a "free and easy" department in the imperial army.

However, Major General Lal added: "However, such leniency is probably also to show the emperor's great grace."

In fact, the average food and biological treatment alone are much higher than the standards for crew members of the Community Space Fleet.

But the problem is that most of the people imprisoned in Iron Shackles are marines. Even the most resolute warriors who hate the Empire will inevitably feel grateful.

Yu Lian immediately understood: "After all, we are all human beings. The Empire has high hopes for you."

The general flashed a trace of helplessness: "Yes, as time goes by, there will naturally be many people who feel grateful to the emperor and the empire. However, this is human nature."

This is naturally human nature, and was also within Yu Lian's expectations.

Of course, because of the tacit understanding between the guards and the prisoners of war, such a "contract responsibility system" operation was indeed beyond his expectations.

Yu Lian hesitated for a moment and said, "But yours is not the only prisoner-of-war camp on this planet. You are not the only ones who will enjoy this treatment, right?"

General Lar's eyes flashed with helplessness. "In addition to us, there are more than a hundred slave labor camps on this planet, holding nearly ten million people. Many are captured rebel soldiers, looters, pirates, and prisoners of war from various countries during the Empire's foreign invasions. Of course, there are also exiles who violated some law or offended some master. Those are called prisoner-of-war camps, but in fact they are no different from those slave labor camps... No, they should be more cruel than slave labor camps."

Yu Lian nodded slightly: "Yes, the slaves in the slave labor camp are livestock of a certain noble lord. If they die, they must pay compensation to their masters. But these people, in theory, are the spoils of the imperial military or the emperor. Without a specific master, there is no loss."

Yes, compared to the lenient, warm, and even harmonious attitude towards Earthlings, the attitude of the Imperial supervisors towards captives of other alien races is a completely different matter.

Their actions fully conform to the stereotype of cruel and cold-blooded imperial devils. The production arrangements for alien prisoners of war are very heavy, and they have to work an average of more than 12 hours a day to complete the task. If there is any mistake, they will be severely punished and locked up, and their living supplies will also be withheld.

With such harsh management, one can imagine the death rate of prisoners of war.

The prison authorities at Iron Shackles probably really think that a prison of tens of millions of people is a very feasible scale, just for the purpose of killing the prisoners of war.

However, Yu Lian always felt that this might also be part of PUA.

Major General Watt Lar told Yu Lian: "I suggest that you collect the uneaten food and give the extra products to other prisoner-of-war camps. Although it is a drop in the bucket, it can at least allow more people to survive."

There are more than a hundred vehicles in POW Camp No. 1, so there is certainly no transportation problem.

"The jailers agreed?"

"They expressed their objection on principle, saying it violated the principles of prisoner management," Major General Watt Lall shrugged.

"I see. You neither object nor agree. So that's why you need to make it beautiful?" Yu Lian asked.

"This way, the jailers can report to their superiors. In fact, the imperial supervision has never been an obstacle. But the real obstacle comes from within." Major General Lar sighed, his tone carrying a hint of sadness:
"Many comrades do not agree with my point of view. They think that we are all prisoners of war and can hardly protect ourselves, so how can we help others? We should get along harmoniously with the Empire and continue peacefully until the end of the war. Why should we create trouble?"

"This is just an excuse. They felt a sense of superiority over other prisoners of war, so they automatically sided with the imperial jailers." Yu Lian sneered.

There are many ways to pua. Beating someone for a lifetime and then giving him a sweet date is one way, and making him feel superior is another way. Moreover, compared with the former, the latter is easier to screen out a group of people who are easier to control. This group must also be easier to change their jobs.

We have to admit that the imperial devils have indeed reached master level in this regard.

Major General Watt Lar couldn't help but sigh again, and said, "In fact, when we were assigned to this prisoner-of-war camp, we had already had a lot of conflicts. I told everyone that since we are all prisoners of war and fellow prisoners, we should not bring our old bad habits here. Everyone should participate in the work, and everyone's accommodation and food should be treated equally. As senior officers, we should not live in single rooms with orderly soldiers, and we should also take out the sugar, wine, snacks and other daily necessities issued by the prison and distribute them to everyone."

Yu Lian knew that Major General Lar was not an absolute egalitarian, nor was he a primary person. He just felt that since they were comrades in arms during the Ring of Miracles, they should share the joys and sorrows.

But even so, his ideas were still opposed by many people.

"I used to work in the diplomatic system and served as the chief of staff for less than a year. I don't have enough prestige in the Marine Corps system. If Commander Sayo were alive, there wouldn't be these problems." Major General Lal laughed at himself and said, "Of course, if he were alive, he wouldn't be imprisoned with us."

Yu Lian said: "However, judging from the current situation, you have managed to win over the people's hearts."

"Then I have to thank the Imperial masters." Major General Lar shrugged his shoulders with a strange look on his face. "At the beginning of the year, the Empire sent another batch of prisoners of war, but not from the New World, but from the mainland. Among them were several young people from Earth, so they were naturally sent to me. I later learned that they were members of the Tianyu Overseas Students Association of the Community and participated in the actions of the rebels."

Yu Lian breathed a sigh of relief. He was finally sure that Xia Li had not tricked him. Mota and the others were indeed sent here.

They should be thankful for their human identity, and even more thankful that they are all top students from the empire's prestigious universities, otherwise they would have been executed for espionage long ago.

Sure enough, I heard Major General Lar tell me: "There was a kid named Andro Mota. After learning about my troubles, he told me that no matter what kind of group it is, if you want to unite and do things, you must first have a unified voice. And people like this who betray all their fellow prisoners are no longer comrades, and they should be dealt with severely."

Well, this big black fat guy is really energetic, but this is indeed his style.

But then again, when he was the sports secretary of the International Students Association, he was already stubborn and liked to use violence. Seldy Stock's imprisonment has been followed by a series of times, and strictly speaking, Motta should bear some of the blame.

However, as I said before, violence cannot solve problems, but it can solve the people who create problems.

Therefore, at Motta's suggestion, Major General Lal finally showed the ruthlessness he had when he was working in the intelligence field, and took his confidants to execute several senior military officers who liked to play the devil's advocate.

If it was Major General Lar, the most he would have done would have been "captured", but because of Motta's suggestion, it became "execution".

The prison authorities of the empire had no reason to make trouble for a while. After all, the prison camp was autonomous, and it seemed reasonable that a few prisoners died of depression while in prison.

"He is young but decisive in killing. He is a rare talent. Hahaha, I am worthy of being your subordinate!"

"Strictly speaking, he was only my subordinate during the Navy Day exercise. Well, okay, the Overseas Students Association is indeed a peripheral organization of the Pioneer Party."

"So you finally admit that the Pioneer Party is actually an organization under your command?" said Major General Watt Lall.

Yu Lian felt that it was very tiring to refute, and was speechless for a while. He looked out the window, watching everyone lining up on the tarmac to board the ship.

With his eyesight, he could easily see Andro Motta among the bustling crowd.

This big black fat guy was jumping around in the crowd to maintain order. He had seamlessly integrated into this group composed entirely of community soldiers, and had also seamlessly become a small leader. It seemed that his prestige was still quite high.

But, wasn't it agreed that this guy would be blown to pieces with only half of his body left?
Yu Lian took a few more glances before he confirmed that this guy's two legs and left arm were prosthetics.

He immediately laughed: "Your situation here is really complicated. Are you going to tell me that people from the Brotherhood of Omnics are also present?"

Major General Lal shook his head.

I knew it, if those geeks with prosthetic technology really had this infiltration ability, they wouldn't have been regarded as non-mainstream for a thousand years.

Yu Lian had just breathed a sigh of relief when General Lal said, "It was Miss Gongsun's pilot partner, Miss Nair. She herself is not a cyborg, but she is a senior member of the Engineers' Guild, and she has had many experiences in cyborg transformation and surgical implantation. Although she is young, she is an expert in this field!"

For the first time, Yu Lian discovered that his brain was not enough to digest too much information.

Major General Watt Lar smiled and said, "Because of those two ladies, Mota was able to stand up again. It was also because of them that we were able to successfully trap King Sleen on this planet. Otherwise, she would have escaped by ship long ago."

No wonder the atmosphere in this iron shackle roof is so weird, the amount of information is really too much.

(End of this chapter)