In a dormitory with only two beds, the hot old-fashioned radiator bakes the shoes and socks placed on it, which also makes the dormitory inevitably filled with the smell of stinky feet.
Beside the bed, Wei Ran put down the red plastic notebook in his hand, stood up, closed the door, and looked around the room carefully.
It can be seen that Mikita has lived here for a long time. There is a flower of unknown species planted in the flowerpot on the window sill. The wall next to the window is also covered with pictures of Mikita and his sister, as well as with him.
Photos of female nurse Zhuo Ya.
In addition, there is an SKS semi-automatic rifle mounted on a pair of antlers fixed on the other wall above the bed.
Looking at myself again, there is also a semi-automatic rifle mounted on antlers on the wall above the bed. Although there are no photos on the other wall, there is a complete set of liquids for developing film and the like on the table at the end of the bed.
Try opening the metal cabinet near your bed. In addition to some changes of clothes, there are toiletries such as razors.
Unwilling to give up, he opened the cabinet between the two beds. In addition to a large box of Nagant bullets, there were also some miscellaneous items such as flashlights, binoculars, and ink. In the center of the table, there was Stalin's
A bust, books with bookmarks, a radio made in Germany, and an old-fashioned alarm clock.
After closing the drawers and cabinet doors, Wei Ran opened Mikita's iron cabinet again. As expected, it was no different from his own. There were just a lot of various cans and a large box full of vodka inside.
Finally, opening the other party's plastic notebook, Wei Ran discovered that on the last page with words, there were two simple lines of writing written on it:
January 8th - 1 person
No. 348, the mining task did not meet the standards.
"There are so many ways to die"
Wei Ran smacked his lips, put away the other party's work records, stood up, walked to the door and opened the door that was locked by him.
However, what he didn't expect was that just as he opened the door, there happened to be a short black-haired man wearing prison uniform and only socks on his feet, cleaning the corridor with a big brush. When he saw
The moment Wei Ran came out, the man immediately leaned against the wall and bowed, exposing his own head.
"Snapped!"
Wei Ran threw his hand and gave the man a hard blow on the back of his head, and deliberately cursed, "Damn it, you scared me!"
However, when the big ear was scraped, the man in prison uniform bent even lower after regaining his balance.
Are you really a devil?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, but at the same time he did not forget to kick the opponent to the ground, and at the same time, he also kicked over the small iron bucket containing garbage behind him.
Wei Ran slowly locked the door. When he passed by the other party, he knelt down and ignored the fleeting hatred in the other party's eyes. He lowered his voice and said with a smile, "This kick is considered interest. I will take good care of it in the next few days."
Take care of you."
Regardless of whether the other party could understand Chinese, Wei Ran, who knew that his consciousness was not high enough, stood up in a comfortable mood and curiously walked around the three-story building he had explored.
I have to say that this place is really small and well-equipped. In addition to the canteen, sauna and bathroom on the first floor, there is also a not-so-large reading room and a room with four billiard tables. The second floor
The first and third floors are all dormitories next to each other. At most, there is only a locked armory at the stairwell of each floor.
These dormitories range from large dormitories with more than ten people to one room, to double dormitories like the ones Weiran and Mikita lived in, and even a few single dormitories that seemed to have offices.
After observing the room directions and building directions posted at the stairway, Wei Ran discovered that there was another building closest to the two statues that not only had basketball courts and tennis courts, but also a swimming pool and
Cinemas and even shops, barber shops and other functions.
It's a pity that these Soviet soldiers at this time must not have known that this place would soon be completely abandoned, and then turn into a den of wolves in a very short period of time, and this would continue until it was forgotten forever.
In addition to being surprised by the complete facilities here, Wei Ran also discovered that there were more than a dozen Japanese prisoners of war active in the building where they lived. Some of these prisoners of war wearing gray prison uniforms were responsible for the sanitation of the entire building.
Some helped in the kitchen in the cafeteria, and some even lined up in a row and carefully washed the mountains of clothes by hand.
As for the Soviets in this building, they had a pretty good attitude towards these prisoners of war. Some prisoners of war who were brave enough to speak a few words in Russian could even get a cigarette or half a glass of wine from those Soviets who were in a good mood to satisfy their cravings.
The harvest didn't stop there. When Wei Ran walked around, he was surprised to find that in addition to holding the rank of lieutenant, he seemed to be the deputy captain of the firing squad.
As I walked upstairs and downstairs, not only did the Soviet soldiers greet me enthusiastically, but the attitude of the Japanese prisoners of war was also reserved with undisguised fear and disgust hidden deep in their eyes.
Having seen enough novels, when Wei Ran returned to the dormitory, Mikita was already lying on the bed and snoring. On the table of the bedside table, there was also a Nagant revolver and a remaining weapon.
A wine-smelling enamel jar.
Since I am the deputy captain...that means Mikita is the chief of the firing squad?
Wei Ran glanced at his roommate, who was snoring loudly, and lay down on his bed. He covered himself with a blanket and closed his eyes, falling asleep with the anticipation of work the next day.
After an unknown amount of time, when the alarm clock woke him up, Mikita's hand reached out from the blanket and placed it on the alarm clock exactly at the same time.
Yawning, they all got up from the bed. Wei Ran put on his uniform happily, and Hu washed up like he was doing something else. He picked up the blue-gray Shapka winter hat on the bedside and buckled it on his head, and then put on a soft hat.
He put the sheepskin gloves on, lit the hand warmer and put it in his jacket pocket. Finally, he tied the holster around his waist and followed Mikita's example, putting the small red plastic book on the table into his arms.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Victor, you seem to be very happy today?" Mikita asked curiously while pouring vodka into his wine bottle.
"I am indeed very happy." Wei Ran asked casually while checking the revolver, "What day is it today?"
"Number"
Mikita sipped the small funnel of the wine flask, "If we were drinking with Gusen yesterday, then today would be the 10th."
"I thought I slept for two days."
Wei Ran explained vaguely, followed the other person out and asked casually, "What are the plans for today?"
“What else can be arranged?”
There was resistance to his job in Mikita's tone, "Patrols, inspections, and shooting of damn two-legged animals. Isn't it like this every day?"
"How many people have you killed?" Wei Ran continued to ask curiously.
"Why do you ask this question?" Mikita asked with a strange glance at the man following behind.
"There's always something to talk about, right?"
"That's right."
Mikita nodded, patted his chest and replied, "Before I started using this notebook, I once counted the number of prisoners shot in those previous notebooks. There were 1,099 in total, one short of 1,100.
"
"So many?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.
“On average, there aren’t many every year.”
Mikita took Wei Ran downstairs and walked into the cafeteria. While cooking, he said, "But since Gusen's opinion was adopted and only the captain of the firing squad has the right to shoot prisoners, although there are fewer people dying, the workload has increased."
too much."
"It's better than those team members," Wei Ran responded following the words.
“It’s definitely better than them”
Mikita nodded in agreement, "I don't want to have to judge who deserves to die and who should be locked up in the mine one by one. The multiple-choice question is too difficult for me."
“But pulling the trigger is easy.”
Wei Ran continued to follow the conversation, secretly looking forward to getting more things out of the other party's mouth. After all, this was the first time in so many times that he had "become an official" in a historical episode.
Naturally, we should pay more attention to it.
"But it was so simple to pull the trigger, and because of Gusen's suggestion, the number of shots increased from one to five."
Mikita said with some complaints, "I really don't understand what he thinks. In the past, it was enough to shoot a prisoner in the head, but now he has to make them scream for at least a minute."
"What the hell is such a good thing?"
Wei Ran raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when a bearded soldier came over to the table they had just chosen, carrying a dinner plate.
"Captain Mikita, Captain Victor." The bearded soldier sat down and greeted warmly, "Today we captured a group of mining tyrants."
"Tell me about the situation"
As Mikita spoke, he took out the wine bottle and took a sip, then handed the wine bottle to the bearded soldier who came over.
The bearded soldier took a sip from the wine bottle, "It's similar to what we caught last time. They rob other prisoners' work results in the mine every day, but they find a place to hide and rest. According to our investigation, this kind of thing has already happened
It lasted for almost two months.”
"Are there any other situations?" Mikita took the returned wine bottle and said with a hint of questioning, "If this was the case, you should have discovered it long ago."
“It has indeed been discovered a long time ago”
The bearded man nodded, "In addition, these people have been robbing other prisoners of food. We found about 50 kilograms of salted potatoes and ten pickled fish in the mine where they worked. According to our guess,
These people are probably preparing to escape."
"How many are there in total?" Wei Ran, who had been listening just now, raised his head and asked.
"40 heads"
"How much?!" Mikita, who didn't care at first, said his voice was too high.
"40 heads"
The bearded man took a bite of the big Leba slices and replied vaguely, "Half the people in the shack participated. The other 30 prisoners of war in the same shack were the targets of their exploitation. They had to pay for every meal."
Bring out a potato."
"Where's the shack manager?" Mikita asked gloomily after finishing a piece of bread in two or three bites.
The bearded man spread his hands and said, "It was buried by the collapsed mine two months ago. The newly elected administrator is the leader of this group of mining tyrants. According to our torture, there are 15 core members in total."
"Just shoot these 15 and throw the rest into the mine to work. Let them come up again in a week."
Having said this, Mikita rolled up his sleeves and took a look, "It's still half an hour before they start eating. Send those bastards over first. As usual, inform the keepers to change the dining location to Qiaotou."
When Mikita said this, he did not forget to urge, "Victor, we need to eat quickly. We need to prepare more bullets later. 15 bullets. Let me do the math. Five bullets per bullet are needed in total."
..."
"75 shots"
Wei Ran replied without raising his head, pretending not to see the fingers that Mikita subconsciously stretched out to use as a calculator, "Just wait for Captain Mikita to fire a symbolic shot, and the rest will be done."
give it to me!"
"Victor, why are you so proactive today?"
While Mikita asked, he reached out and picked up the boiled egg on the plate, but he didn't even bother to peel the shell. He just knocked it casually a few times, then roughly opened his mouth and bit off half of it, and swallowed it in three chews.
.
"It's nothing, I just want to surpass you in the number of people shot." Wei Ran casually found an excuse to conceal his true intention.
"Victor, this kind of thing is not something worth showing off."
Mikita frowned, with a look of worry on his face, "I think you may need to talk to Gusen as soon as possible before he leaves. I don't want my good friend to turn into a madman who is keen on killing people.
.”
"Don't worry, I will stay awake enough in this matter and won't have any psychological barriers." Wei Ran's tone was unusually sure.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Are you sure?" Mikita looked at Wei Ran suspiciously.
"Of course I'm sure." Wei Ran spread his hands, "As you said yesterday, I plan to make more contributions to Mine No. 52 before that happens."
"I hope so, let's eat." Without saying anything more, Mikita picked up the half-eaten egg and threw it into his mouth.
After a quick breakfast, Wei Ran returned to his room, put enough bullets in his pocket, followed the bearded soldier to the far barbed wire fence, and crossed the trench along the concrete bridge.
Although the endless trench was covered with a layer of snow, Wei Ran could still vaguely make out that there were many frozen corpses discarded inside.
The most conspicuous corpse among them was not covered with snow at all, and it was not even wearing any clothes. Not only that, but beside the corpse, there were also a few pieces of clothing that had obviously just been washed and frozen.
Armored rags.
Without anyone's explanation, Wei Ran had already guessed that this corpse was probably the prisoner of war who was in love with a female nurse that Zhuo Ya mentioned yesterday.
Seeing that the other party was sleeping so peacefully at the bottom of the trench, Wei Ran stopped paying too much attention and instead focused his vision directly in front of him.
At this time, there were already several rows of people standing in the open space. It was obvious that these people were divided into two groups. Some of them had dust on their faces and bodies, while the other wave of people looked sleepy due to lack of sleep.
color.
At the head of the team next to the edge of the trench, in addition to Mikita, who had already arrived, there were several trucks filled with food, as well as prisoners of war who were kneeling at a distance of five meters and waiting to die.
After glancing at the boiled potatoes in the truck, then at the buckets of pickled fish on the table outside the truck, and finally at the water tanker with a charcoal fire burning at the bottom, Wei Ran focused his attention.
On those prisoners of war.
To be fair, although the clothes on these prisoners of war were a little torn, they were at least still thick. As long as they didn't stand there all night, they wouldn't freeze to death.
Moreover, those who were able to live from the end of World War II to the winter of 1951, those who were weak and sick had long been eliminated. However, under the dazzling light, most of the faces of these prisoners of war were filled with numbness, but those of more than a dozen
A prisoner of war who was about to be shot had only a look of madness or panic.
Without any unnecessary nonsense, Mikita walked up to the first prisoner of war, took out his Nagant revolver, pressed the hammer, pointed it at his knee, and pulled the trigger!
"boom!"
After the crisp gunshots, only ear-piercing wails were left in the quiet mine, but then, from the loudspeaker on the top of the sentry tower across the trench, Japanese that Wei Ran could not understand came from.
Although he didn't know what the jabbering Japanese was saying, he could vaguely tell that the person making the announcement at this time should be the female nurse Zhuo Ya with whom he had a drink yesterday.
"A girl who can speak Japanese..."
Wei Ran looked at Mikita with a strange expression, who had already pulled the trigger on the knee of the prisoner's other leg, and muttered to himself, "This guy is really enjoying himself."
After four consecutive clear gunshots, the knees and shoulders of the first prisoner of war were stained red with blood. But Mikita did not rush to fire the fifth bullet. Instead, he waved to the soldier in charge of feeding.
The latter got the signal and immediately blew the whistle. Immediately afterwards, the prisoners of war waiting in line, each carrying their own wooden bowls and enamel plates, stepped forward in order to receive four boiled potatoes, one of which was not too big.
pickled fish, and finally took a spoonful of soup in a wooden bowl, and then walked to their respective shacks while drinking.
What Wei Ran never expected was that what they received was miso soup. He didn't even see this when he had breakfast.
"Victor, it's your turn."
While Mikita was speaking, he fired the fifth bullet into the back of the head of the prisoner who was still screaming. Then he stepped aside, slowly pulled out the cartridge case, reloaded the bullet, and then searched for the body.
, took out a Japanese seal wrapped in rags and put it into his pocket. Then, he grabbed the body with one hand, turned it over, and carefully copied the number on the chest into the book.
Seeing this, Wei Ran walked up to the second prisoner of war, smiled gently at the other prisoner, pulled out his pistol, pointed at the other prisoner's toes, and pulled the trigger.
Although this shot only knocked off the toe, the pain caused by it was even more intense. However, due to the tight binding on the body, the prisoner of war was unable to even struggle.
"boom!"
After the second gunshot, a bullet hole appeared in the worn shoe on his other foot. The excruciating pain made him lie down on the cold snow, wailing at the top of his lungs.
"boom!"
After the third gunshot, the thumb of the captive's left hand disappeared. After deliberately pausing for a moment, Wei Ran pressed the muzzle of the gun against the base of the middle finger of his right hand and fired the fourth bullet.
The continuous pain made the prisoner's screams louder and louder, almost suppressing the loudspeaker on the sentry tower.
But as the executioner, Wei Ran didn't show any sympathy on his face, and even couldn't help but show an intoxicated expression like that seen by human elites when listening to a concert.
The reason is that although these prisoners of war who are suffering here are pitiful, before they were sent here, they had a more hateful name - the Kwantung Army!
If they are pitiful, who will pity the nameless bones in the countless mass graves in Northeast China?
Before firing the fifth shot, Wei Ran had already copied the serial number on the chest of the prisoner of war, walked to the third prisoner of war first, repeated the action just now, and shot out the remaining three bullets one by one.
He was seeking personal revenge by doing this, but Dr. Goosen, whom he had only met once, the political commissar who seemed to have a good relationship with Dr. Goosen, and even the leadership of this mine, since it was stipulated that the prisoners who deserved to be killed should be made to scream.
It takes a minute to die.
That can only mean that they intend to use such a cruel shooting method to shock the remaining prisoners of war who still have value and can create value, in order to achieve the purpose of discipline - after all, the weather in this damn place is so cold, they have no time to give these
What kind of ideological work can prisoners of war do who don't understand the language?
As the flow of people increased, the food in the truck became less and less. Weiyan once again stood in front of the prisoner of war whose fingers and toes had been knocked off, aimed at the back of its head and pulled the trigger!
Amidst the gunfire, the screams of the prisoners of war, and the collision of wooden bowls, plates and spoons, Wei Ran ushered in the first slightly suspicious person as the executioner on the 10th.
A noisy working day, and finally successfully completed his job.
