Chapter 1280 - 415: The First World War of the Prisoner of War Camp_2

Chapter 1280: Chapter 415: The First World War of the Prisoner of War Camp_2

Moreover, at this moment, they deeply felt what it’s like to have no strong motherland behind them—they couldn’t even speak with confidence.

They didn’t even have the right to write letters to their families, and their superiors had no intention of retrieving them, as if, although they were alive, they were already dead.

This resentment gradually shifted to the nightmare and the Havana organization under it.

Only at this moment, their minds would rise with the thought

[Damn it, how did the country end up like this].

The mentality of national independence and self-improvement is basically born under such external discrimination and gap comparison.

Before Europeans came, they could bully around, but after Europeans came, they became grandsons.

By noon, Henry and the others arrived at the POW camp first, and at this time the prisoners of war were lining up in the canteen.

They lined up in long queues, but the divisions were clear. The British stood in one line, the French in another, the Germans in another, and the Cubans, who outnumbered the others combined, stood in a line stretching all the way to the playground.

Only after these Europeans had finished could the other Cubans line up at their window.

Yet even so, they didn’t complain because the cafeteria’s food was plentiful, and it was way better than those rock-hard protein blocks they gnawed on in the military.

The cook was of Mexican descent, and although he used cheap artificial ingredients, his culinary skills made the food taste as good as organic food.

Henry was very surprised looking at this crude POW camp, which had no tall walls or electric nets, and no soldiers on watchtowers randomly selecting lucky ones to be shot and reborn in the otherworld, stretching lazily with their guns.

There were only numerous cameras and those doorframe robots blended into the environment.

And those European soldiers carrying trays and chatting, if not for their uniform labor camp suits, you’d have thought this was some construction site.

But as soon as they stepped into the POW camp, they were stopped by a few sharp-eyed Brits, who pulled Henry and the others into an inconspicuous corner.

"Are you here to rescue us?"

"How far away is the army from here, are they coming soon?"

"Which unit are you from, who’s your officer?"

The barrage of questions left Henry and the others dizzy,

Yulia explained hurriedly

"What are you talking about, we’re just here to shoot a documentary."

Henry nodded vigorously, even pointing to the filming drone following him.

The British soldiers looked at them, their pampered air was nothing like trained soldiers, if they were secret agents, their acting would be too good.

After muttering a few curses, they couldn’t help but ask again

"Then do you know how far our army has progressed? How far are they from us?"

They looked at Henry and the others imploringly, considering that if they’d even thrown nukes, wouldn’t taking down Horizon Corporation be a piece of cake?

In the eyes of all Europeans, Horizon Corporation couldn’t possibly hold on anymore

Because in the past two months they’ve already had thousands of casualties recorded, a death toll that not even a military technology company, let alone a small company like Horizon, could withstand.

At this stage, shouldn’t you surrender already?

Even the soldiers in the POW camp were thinking this way.

However, Henry’s reply shattered their fantasies

"When we left yesterday, they were still fighting in Da Haguai, the battle was stalemated, and along the way, I saw lots of Horizon Mercenaries heading to the front lines."

Da Haguai...

Isn’t that the place where the nuke exploded?

How is the fight still going on there?

Damn it, what the hell are those guys doing?

Have their three-legged chairs been broken?

"Fuck!"

After cursing a few times, they sat down on the ground dejectedly.

If they could push the players off with one wave, then it’s possible indeed

But at this point, when there’s no absolute gap in armaments, once it turns into an attrition battle, it’s the players’ absolute advantage.

As long as there’re enough cybernetics and biomaterial, players can fill the trenches with lives.

And the news of Henry and the others’ arrival spread in the POW camp, and the soldiers crowded around upon hearing it

Some asked about the situation of the war, some asked if the company had plans to redeem them

But the answers they got left them extremely disappointed.

They wanted to shout out

"Damn it! Refund! I’m not fighting anymore!"

But it wasn’t all bad news, at least Henry agreed to help them send safety emails to their families, but because there were too many people, they had to keep it brief.

"Mom, I’m still alive, I’m lucky, not like poor Logan who died on the battlefield, I’ll figure out a way for the student loans, so please don’t worry."

"Daughter, your father is doing fine in Cuba, very safe, also, kick that bastard Jones out of the house, I know you’ve definitely let him in, if I find out when I get back, I swear I’ll kick his balls."

"Kaud, these Americans you talked about are nothing like you said, they’re actually quite nice, they didn’t even mistreat us, tell Snelly she doesn’t need to wait for me, she deserves a better man."

The email content was basically to assure their families of their safety, they’re just ordinary people after all

And as an exchange for sending emails, they had to accept interviews from Henry and others, each for ten minutes.

Henry’s questions were basically [How did you lose], [How strong is your enemy], [What’s your opinion on this war], [How’s your life in the POW camp], and so on