Chapter 1116 Reasons for staying and why we must escape
When Wei Ran was woken up by the faint whistle from outside the room, Andre, the Japanese prisoner of war on the other upper bunk, had already packed his luggage without even saying hello, leaving only his back.
I left this small warm room with dirty air.
"Why was he not deported?" Mesut asked abruptly, "Does either of you two know?"
"He once killed more than a dozen Soviet Red Army soldiers with a machine gun"
Ihor, who was lying on the bed, said, "He was our servant army at the time and was sentenced to 20 years in prison. And now there is a war in the Korean peninsula. His home is on the Hanbang side, so naturally he cannot be sent back.
Already."
"What about you?" Wei Ran, who was still lying on the upper bunk, looked at the wooden roof less than one meter high and asked while playing with the Finnish knife in his hand, "How many years have you been sentenced? And why were you not deported?
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"The mines I deployed killed many Soviet Red Army and Chinese people"
Ihor said calmly, "But I was kept here mainly because the Soviets thought I could be useful in mining. Otherwise, I would have been deported two years ago. I guess the Soviets would not let me go."
Got away alive. Mesut, what about you?"
"Killed some Soviets." Mesut paused and added, "Together with the Finn above me."
"I heard that your repatriation has also stopped?" Ihor asked in a low voice.
"The last time was two years ago, and it is said that it was the last batch. They were all guys with very short sentences, but they were all sent to the Democratic Republic of Germany." Mesut sighed, "I guess there won't be any more.
New opportunity for repatriation.”
"So we have to create our own opportunities," Ihor said firmly.
"Get up, it's time for us to work." Mesut changed the subject noncommittally and climbed out of bed at the same time.
Seeing this, Wei Ran and Ihor climbed up one after another. The only difference was that Wei Ran not only put on the thick-soled felt boots he bought yesterday and the milk-white deerskin robe given by Uncle Sergey,
He also hid the Finnish knife with an antler handle found on the bedside in his boot.
By the way, he also unscrewed the can of bear oil, scooped out some of it and applied it on his face and hands. Then he put on the newly bought gloves and was the last one to walk out of the room.
At this time, the sky outside was still dark, but there was already a long queue in the canteen not far away.
Watching Ihor carefully brushing his teeth with his boogers, Wei Ran then took the lunch boxes of the three of them and went to the canteen not far away to queue up for food, while vomiting into Ihor's lunch box.
He spit.
Although this little move did no actual harm, it definitely put Wei Ran in a good mood for the whole day.
After eating a breakfast that was not sumptuous but at least satiating, Ihor went to work in the stables alone. Wei Ran was also under the command of Mesut, swinging the hammer and hitting the red-hot iron.
The iron block is forged into the required shape bit by bit.
The work didn't take long at all, and he took off his new clothes and shoes - the blacksmithing work was too hot.
After knocking like this for more than two hours, watching the sky outside finally light up belatedly, guard Panin opened the door and walked in.
"Comrades, I have good news for you." Before Panin could finish his words, Ihor, who smelled like horse manure, also walked in.
When Mesut and Wei Ran, who were sweating profusely, stopped their blacksmithing work, young Panin said with a smile, "I just heard from Comrade Political Commissar in the store that the application of the three of you to join the party has been approved."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and the other three looked at each other, and not surprisingly, he saw a trace of worry in the eyes of Mesut and Ihor.
"What's wrong? Are you unhappy?" Panin asked doubtfully.
"Of course I'm happy," Wei Ran was the first to react, "Pan Ning, this is a memorable day. I plan to take a photo together."
"This is indeed a memorable day," Mesut continued, "We really should take a photo to commemorate it."
"In that case, let me buy some film." Wei Ran patted his pocket, "I specially set aside enough money to buy two pieces of film."
"Buy one more!" Yihor said, taking out a token from his pocket and handing it to Wei Ran. "Let's take one more photo."
"We should definitely take one more photo," Mesut said, taking out a token from his boot and handing it to Wei Ran.
Collecting the banknotes handed over by the two of them, Wei Ran put on the new clothes he took off before working, turned around and walked out of the stone house, and went into the small and pitiful shop.
When he explained the purpose of his visit, the girl whose name he still didn't know immediately nodded happily, picked up the camera and locked the wooden door of the store, and followed Wei Ran to join Mesut and Ihor who were standing at the door of the stone house, as well as
Panin three people.
"I bought four negatives in total," Wei Ran said, "Where do you plan to shoot the first one?"
"Just here" Mesut, who had also put on new clothes, said standing at the door of the stone house.
"I'm here to take pictures for you, please stand together." The simple girl said with some eagerness.
Hearing this, the three of Wei Ran stood side by side at the door of the stone house. Mesut even called Panin to join them, and the four of them took a group photo together.
"How about taking the second photo at the stable?" Ihor suggested.
After all, the devil paid for it, so everyone naturally had no objections, so they went to the stables and took a second group photo with the draft horses.
"How about I take you to take the third photo under the guard tower?" Panin suggested.
Seeing Mesut and Ihor both looking at him, Wei Ran nodded indifferently, "Then let's go under the guard tower."
Hearing this, a group of five people walked together to the dock outside the camp. However, before Wei Ran could see the dock, the girl was also stopped by a shout of "Marina".
Reluctantly handing the camera to Panin, the girl could only run to the store behind her with regret.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Can you take pictures?" Wei Ran asked deliberately.
"Of course," Panin said, hanging the camera around his neck, "Marina taught me."
It seems that it won’t happen anymore
Wei Ran muttered to himself, followed Panin out of the camp, crossed a busy logging road, and finally came to an even busier dock.
At this time, there were draft horses covered in frost, puffing out white mist from their mouths and noses, dragging thick logs away from the dock. Driven by the grooms, they walked along the frozen river.
Going north, they actually formed a winding black line on the white ice with no end in sight.
On an island in the middle of a frozen river across from the dock, the broadcast from the All-Soviet Radio Station was playing from the loudspeaker at the top of the sentry tower.
At the same time, the two searchlights that were not extinguished even in the dim day were moving from time to time, either aiming at the dock, or at the river, or at the vast and endless stretch of land on the south bank.
Coniferous forest.
Panin took a group photo of the three of them, but Wei Ran said first, "Let me take a group photo of you."
"Can you use a camera?" Panin asked subconsciously.
"certainly"
Wei Ran nodded, "Mesut and Ihor have always said that you are their best friend, so let me take a photo of you."
Hearing this, Panin happily took off the camera hanging around his neck and let Wei Ran give it to the three of them, taking a group photo of them arm-in-arm under the sentry tower.
"Just a matter of stealing supplies and surviving until Christmas."
Wei Ran murmured in his heart, if the calendar he saw in the store yesterday was correct, today is just November 8th. Even according to the Christian Christmas, there are still nearly two months left.
While he was stunned, Panin had already taken the camera away from his hand and said apologetically, "Marina pays close attention to this camera. I can't let her see it."
"I understand." Wei Ran nodded before the other party finished speaking.
"Okay, we should get back to work."
Mesut took the initiative to change the topic and asked as he walked back, "Panin, do you know when the results of our application for party membership will be officially notified to us?"
"I don't know that"
Panin hung the camera around his neck and said as he walked back, "You'd better not look forward to this. The news I got is that all party members must be transferred there first. Even Uncle Sergey seems to be on the list."
Here, he and Marina will go to the mine to build a new canteen soon, and it is said that they will take away half of the reindeer.
Everything has just started to be built there, and there are more people than here, so the food must be better, and it’s winter now, and we don’t have enough fodder to fill the reindeer’s stomachs.”
"I don't know if our living conditions will be better if we go mining." Ihor said casually.
"Certainly not"
Panin lowered his voice slightly and said, "Although they work in the mine much warmer than us, the workload is much greater than here."
During the chat with ulterior motives, the four of them returned to the camp at the deepest part of the logging camp. Panin, who had no ulterior motives, also revealed a lot of useful information along the way. However, as this information got into the ears of Wei Ran and the other three, Mei
Suter and Ihor's expressions became worse and worse.
After sending Panin off, Mesut, who had stopped at the door of the stone house, sighed and said, "We have to speed up."
After saying that, he raised the curtain and got in first. Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately followed him into the stone house and continued his busy work of blacksmithing.
After this day's work, Wei Ran also saw some clues and patterns.
First of all, Mesut was busy working as a blacksmith or carpenter all morning, or before lunch. And the iron or wooden parts he made were all thrown into the wooden boxes at one end of the boards.
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After lunch, in addition to adding fodder to the reindeer, Wei Ran was also responsible for going to the warehouse to collect items such as coking coal for blacksmithing, kerosene for lighting, and veterinary medicines from Panin.
Mesut, on the other hand, has to be busy shoeing horses, or repairing a broken horse-drawn sledge. As for Ihor, in addition to cleaning the stables and feeding the horses, his job is to brush the horses, and at most he can help shoe them.
Just a horseshoe.
In contrast, the job of killing reindeer does not happen every day. According to Wei Ran's side-stepping statement, a reindeer is only killed every Wednesday to help everyone get through the difficult working day.
As for other times, if you want to eat meat, you can only hope that the hunting team will harvest something, or that one of the horses will die from exhaustion.
Of course, while waiting in line for dinner, Wei Ran also heard undisguised mockery of Mesut in German from several other German prisoners of war who seemed to be lumberjacks.
The content of this mockery is nothing more than "that veterinarian who no longer understands German", or "that veterinarian who sold his soul and butt to the Soviets" and a series of sparse rubbish that is really hard to impress.
Wei Ran can understand German, and Mesut can understand it naturally, but this busy veterinarian just nodded politely towards his former colleagues, and at the same time greeted loudly in Russian, "Good evening, comrades."
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I don't know whether it was due to the regulations here or because of the curious looks of the Soviets around them. These Germans, who were also prisoners of war or war criminals, could only respond loudly in Russian: "Good evening, Comrade Mesut."
In such a little farce, another day passed in the blink of an eye. After once again witnessing the Japanese prisoner Ihor brushing his teeth with his own boogers, Wei Ran also began to wonder whether to add more toothpaste to this guy.
A refreshing condiment.
However, before he could decide whether to use horse dung, reindeer dung or human dung, after dinner that day, Uncle Sergey happily delivered the bad news to the warm stone house.
