In the brightly lit shack illuminated by kerosene lamps, Wei Ran kicked away a prisoner who was blocking his way, carrying a tin bucket, and spat in disgust like a keeper who had just been squeezed out of a quail nest.
Returning the iron bucket to the busty nurse Yin Linni, Wei Ran said as he walked out, "Pick out those with marks on their heads, take off their shoes and bring them outside for intensive torture. Also bring out the other prisoners of war in this shack and let them be tortured."
They are watching from the side."
"Captain Victor, why don't you strip them naked and throw them into the toilet?" a particularly honest executioner asked stupidly.
“No rush yet”
Wei Ran, who had already reached the door, stopped and continued in a commanding tone, "Yin Linni, you are still in charge of the interrogation. The focus is on who made the knife and who hid it there."
"Vice Captain Victor, I'm just a nurse." Yin Linni replied stubbornly.
"Since you are just a nurse, just obey the orders."
Wei Ran waved his hand without any mercy, "I'm not as patient as the kind-hearted Captain Mikita, so before you ask for an answer, I will randomly pick out a prisoner of war to kill every ten minutes. If
If you don’t want to be an accomplice to murder, just torture out the information I want as soon as possible.”
After a short pause, Wei Ran shouted to the execution team in the shack, "Is Yin Wan here? Help our nurse Yin Linni prepare some torture tools."
"I'll be ready right away!" a firing squad member who was searching the prisoners of war shouted in response.
"Sure enough, there really is someone named Yin Wan..." Wei Ran muttered to himself, lowered his head and got out of the shack.
After a while, a total of seventy or eighty prisoners of war came out in two lines. In one group, those who had no plaster on their heads were all wearing clothes and shoes. In the other group, those who had been marked by the guards could only step on them with bare feet.
There's snow.
"Let's get started." Wei Ran waved to Yin Linni who was at a loss, then took out his pocket watch and checked the time.
After a brief period of confusion, Yin Linni raised her voice and asked something over and over again in Japanese that Wei Ran could not understand. After the two groups of prisoners of war responded in a variety of ways, the answers they gave gradually became unified.
At the same time, the Pontiac head nurse who had just left not long ago also came back, but it was obvious that this mean-looking middle-aged woman had no intention of getting involved. Instead, she just patted the roadside with great interest.
He sat down on the snow on a log, crossed his legs and slowly lit a cigarette, even with a strange smile on his face.
"Pontiac Nurse Manager" Yin Linni looked at her immediate superior as if asking for help.
"Comrade Yin Linni, please obey Vice Captain Victor's orders and cooperate with his work." The smile on Pontiac's head nurse's face disappeared, and there was no emotion in her tone at all.
"Vice Captain Victor"
Yin Linni swallowed, "They said that knife belonged to Takahashi who froze to death just last night... No! It was... No. 806! No. 806 prisoner of war kept it privately."
"Prisoner of War No. 806?"
Wei Ran asked back with a smile, then opened his pocket watch and glanced at it, and said in an extremely polite manner, "Comrade Yin Linni, please tell them, I want to hear the true answer. In addition, the first ten minutes are only left.
4 minutes and 37 seconds.”
"Vice Captain Victor, why can't you let them go?" Yin Linni asked with a tearful voice, "Even if they have knives, they can't escape at all. Why..."
"4 minutes and 24 seconds left"
Wei Ran smiled and shook his pocket watch, "I can discuss this topic with you until next spring, as long as you don't mind me killing a prisoner of war every ten minutes before I hear a satisfactory answer."
Yin Linni opened her mouth with a pale face, but finally wiped the corners of her eyes, switched to Japanese and continued to help Wei Ran find the answer.
"This kind girl is not suitable to work here"
Wei Ran sat down next to the head nurse in Pontiac. After giving his evaluation, he took out the flask from the metal book and took a sip of the white wine inside. Then he handed the flask to the middle-aged woman next to him.
.
"She really doesn't fit here. Angels shouldn't find a job in hell."
Pontiac's head nurse first agreed with Wei Ran's view in a mocking tone, then took the wine bottle, brought it to the tip of her nose and smelled it, and asked in surprise, "Chinese liquor?"
"Have you drunk it?" Wei Ran glanced at the other party in surprise.
"I grew up in Khabarovsk, which is not far from China. Ten years ago, when the Northeast Anti-Japanese Anti-Japanese Federation of China was training in the northern camp, I worked as a nurse there."
At this point, Pontiac's head nurse also rolled up her sleeves, revealing a string of Five Emperors coins tied with a red string and said, "This is a wedding gift given to me by my husband. He was once a member of the Northeast Anti-Japanese Federation of China."
At that time, I often drank a Chinese liquor called Shaodaozi with him."
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but be startled. In Pontiac's words just now, whether it was "China's Northeast Anti-Union" or "burning knives", they all used Chinese with a stale flavor.
Before Wei Ran opened his mouth to say anything, Pontiac sighed, covered the string of five emperors coins with pulp again with his sleeves, and continued in a faint Chinese voice, "The Chinese name he gave me is
Su Shengnan."
Having said this, Pontiac showed a bitter smile, switched to Russian and asked, "Can you understand Chinese?"
"able"
Wei Ran responded affirmatively in fluent Chinese, "I understand every sentence and word you said, including the meaning of your Chinese name."
"Do you understand what my name means?"
Pontiac, or rather the head nurse Su Sheng, looked straight at Wei Ran, with an expression of expectation on his cold and even mean face.
"If your husband's surname is not Su, then his surname should be Su from the Soviet Union, right?" Wei Ran paused, and seeing that the other party just raised the flagon again, he simply continued, "Sheng Nan is better than men."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You are right." Su Shengnan turned his head and looked in other directions, and at the same time handed over the wine bottle.
"I'll give it to you." Wei Ran stood up solemnly, "Consider it as a thank you. Also, say hello to your husband for me."
Hearing this, Su Shengnan poured a large mouthful of spicy white wine into his mouth again, and then gently threw the wine bottle to Wei Ran, "He is already dead. He died in 45 years. This is why I took the initiative to apply to come here.
reason."
"Can I know how he died?" Wei Ran asked seriously as he took the wine bottle.
Head nurse Su Shengnan flicked the cigarette butt in his hand at the prisoners of war, stood up and replied, "He died in battle as a qualified soldier should."
"I'm sorry for bringing up your sad story. At the same time, I'm honored to hear about your husband." After Wei Ran finished speaking, he took the initiative to raise his hand and saluted.
"Is it almost ten minutes?" the head nurse asked with a smile.
“Already arrived”
After speaking, Wei Ran, who didn't look at his watch at all, walked over to the prisoners of war, kicked over a naked prisoner of war, pointed at his toes and pulled the trigger.
"boom!"
After the crisp gunfire, the screams resounded through the open space in front of the shack again, and the naked prisoner at the end also screamed. Of course, Yin Linni, who was originally saying something, also screamed in surprise almost at the same time.
But Wei Ran could no longer suppress the fire in his heart, so he grabbed a handful of quicklime powder and pressed it on the wound on his foot.
Amidst the increasingly tragic wails, Wei Ran, the deputy captain of the execution team, had no intention of asking. He just walked slowly into the shack, pulled out the red-hot dagger from the fireplace, and walked out again, kindly helping
The prisoner of war cut off the base of his toe stained with quicklime and easily stopped the bleeding.
Amidst the unpleasant smell of burnt protein, the prisoner of war who was held down by the firing squad fainted from the pain. But soon, it suffered again because the nail cap of the second toe was cut off by a hot knife.
Awake.
Putting the hot dagger against the captive's thigh, Wei Ran waved his hand to slap away the stinky smell that hit his face. He ignored Yin Linni, a busty nurse who was kneeling and vomiting, and reached out to remove the prisoner's chin and let it go.
The wails and curses turned into meaningless syllables.
Waiting patiently until all the heat from the short knife was transferred to the shivering prisoner of war, Wei Ran, who said nothing, slowly pulled and cut off the nail cap of his third toe bit by bit.
Objectively speaking, this hand-forged short knife is not sharp, which also makes cutting more painful.
At some point, Mikita had already pulled the female nurse Zoya over and stood behind Wei Ran with a frown. Following closely, the bearded soldier named Paulide also walked over quickly.
He whispered something into Mikita's ear. After a moment's hesitation, Mikita also whispered something into the bearded soldier's ear.
When Wei Ran cut off the sixth toe cap amidst the intermittent but powerful screams of the prisoner of war, and carefully sprinkled the hemostatic lime, another prisoner of war No. 780 was also holding a short knife in his hand.
The bearded soldier Paulide was driven here with members of the firing squad.
After looking at the new prisoners of war, and then at the short knife in Baolide's hand, Wei Ran once again ignored the frightened big-breasted nurse Yin Linni, and personally dislocated all the limbs and joints of the prisoner of war, slowly and slowly.
Continue his work of helping to cut toenails.
"Yin Linni, organize all the nurses to come over to observe and learn."
Head nurse Su Shengnan said in a cold tone, "This is a rare opportunity to practice wound debridement and bandaging."
Hearing this, the busty nurse named Yin Linni turned paler and even needed help from other nurses to stand up.
"Organize our people to study nearby," Captain Mikita followed. "If anyone vomits or dares to close his eyes, he will go to sleep in the trench tonight."
"Mikita, don't we first ask who made those daggers?" the female nurse Zoya asked, frowning and covering her mouth with her hands.
"It doesn't matter who made those two knives. Both Comrade Stalin and Comrade Gusen said that compared to weapons, ideas are the last thing they should have. These two-legged animals should work hard with gratitude, not
Desire to make weapons to resist. This is a dangerous signal that may endanger lives for all Soviets in Mine 52."
Having made enough excuses for the hard-working deputy captain, Mikita waved his hand indifferently, "Paulide, go find Comrade Political Commissar and ask him to support some more people. It seems we need to carry out inspections on the shacks of the prisoners of war."
A major inspection will do."
"Yes!" Paulide, who felt his toes were itching, gave a random salute and ran back.
After a while, Wei Ran had already cut off the remaining toenails and sprinkled them with lime powder. Then he stepped on one of the prisoner's hands as if no one was watching, and helped trim the fingernails with an expressionless face.
Amidst the increasingly hoarse screams, the political commissar and Dr. Gusen, who they had briefly met yesterday, all rushed over. Behind the jeep they were riding in, there were several trucks pulling soldiers.
Wei Ran, who was closest to the noise, did not stop what he was doing at all. After breaking off his ten fingers one by one, he directly pressed the prisoner's hands into the lime bucket and closed it.
A big handful of snow.
Soon, the remaining body heat and blood flowing from the hands of the prisoner of war melted the snow, and then a wonderful and incredible chemical reaction occurred with the lime, releasing more heat and melting more snow.
"vomit--!"
One of the onlookers vomited out the breakfast first. This vomiting was like a signal. Then more nurses vomited out their breakfast. Even the two members of the firing squad couldn't hold back their physical pain.
of discomfort.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "You two bastards, report to the patrol team now!" Mikita, who felt that he had lost face, directly took away the waistbands of the two members.
Weapons, each of them kicked them to the edge.
"What are you doing?" the political commissar asked with a smile, "Just now I thought I was winning against the Germans again."
Imagine
"These two-legged beasts are making weapons"
Mikita pointed to the two daggers poking at the snow, "Victor is using the best way to calm down these animals."
"Who made the dagger?" The political commissar picked up a dagger, looked at it, and threw it aside in disgust.
"They refuse to tell." The head nurse came closer and said, "Both Zhuo Ya and Yin Linni asked just now, but they refused to tell who made the weapons."
"Commissar Krechi, this is a very dangerous signal."
Dr. Gusen said in a businesslike tone, "Comrade Stalin said that ideas are more powerful than weapons, and we will never give weapons to the enemy.
Now that we can find weapons in the shack, it means that there are more weapons in the mine. Since they have weapons, they must have thoughts of resistance. This is a dangerous signal that cannot be ignored and cannot be forgiven."
"Then check it carefully."
The political commissar known as Krechi waved his hand nonchalantly to the soldiers who had just got off the truck behind him to issue an order. Then he turned his attention to the prisoner whose hands were still buried in the bucket and asked curious questions.
, "Vice Captain Victor, how did you prevent him from struggling?"
"He accidentally dislocated his limbs." Wei Ran spread his hands innocently, "It seems his jaw was also dislocated."
“What an unfortunate guy”
Political Commissar Krejci stepped on the snow that was about to completely melt in the iron bucket, and then personally bent down to pick up a pile of snow and threw it into the steaming iron bucket.
Standing up straight and patting the remaining snow on his gloves, Commissar Krechi, who was smiling just a moment ago, said seriously, "Comrade Mikita, Comrade Victor, I will leave this matter to you. Give it to me.
Check carefully to see which bastard is thinking something that scares me."
"Yes!" Weiran and Mikita gave brief and powerful responses in no particular order.
"I'll give you ten...no! Fifty! I'll give you fifty places."
After speaking, Krejci stretched out his hand, "However, I only give you three days to resolve this matter. If you don't have an answer that satisfies me after three days, you two will lead the firing squad to sleep in the trench."
!”
Before he finished speaking, Political Commissar Krechi patted Wei Ran on the shoulder with satisfaction, "Vice Captain Victor, you did a very good job. We should make these magical silkworms feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, so that they can feel fear every time.
Every time they have a nightmare, they will see us first, so that they will never dare to raise their weapons towards us."
"Unless you raise your weapon above your head with both hands like the French," Wei Ran subconsciously added.
Political Commissar Krejci was stunned, then laughed breathlessly and slapped the hood of the jeep hard, "Victor! Haha! Victor! I like your jokes! Yes.
!Unless, like the French, you hold your weapon above your head with both hands."
"This is the funniest joke I've heard this year"
Dr. Gusen, who was standing aside, then said, "Mikita, for the sake of this joke, after today's work is over, remember to go find me for a drink with Victor."
"As long as you prepare the vodka, we will definitely go." Mikita responded with a smile.
"I'll leave this to you"
Krejci, who almost burst into tears with laughter, pointed at the tortured prisoner and said, "Let him continue to moan, Victor, don't let him stop until today's work is over."
"no problem"
Wei Ran agreed with a smile, until he watched Political Commissar Krechi and Dr. Gusen leave in the same jeep, then he pretended to be emotional and said, "Commissar Krechi's attitude towards these animals is really kind."
"certainly"
Mikita put his arm around Wei Ran's shoulders and explained with a smile, "You must not know where Commissar Krechi came from before."
"where?"
Wei Ran asked with great interest, and at the same time he did not forget to grab a handful of quicklime and press it on one of the captive's eyes, causing it to continue to scream in agony.
As for whether the prisoner was innocent, whether he wanted to tell her, or even the answers to questions such as who made the two daggers, Wei Ran didn't care at all.
Even not only he didn't care, Mikita didn't care either, the head nurse next to him, the members of the firing squad and the nurses didn't care either. Because it wasn't important at all to find the person who forged the dagger, only to eliminate the rebellious thoughts of those prisoners of war.
is the core question.
"He participated in the Battle of Nomonhan. Do you know about the Battle of Nomonhan?"
Mikita lit a cigarette and continued while smoking, "Commissar Krechi used to be a squad leader of the 152nd Infantry Division. He was also the first person to bring prisoners of war to build Mine No. 52. It is said that World War II had just begun.
At the end, there are still many Germans sent here."
The head nurse came over, asked Mikita for a cigarette, lit it, and added, "Comrade Comrade Political Commissar's brother died in that battle."
"Most of the Mongolians in the firing squad also lost their relatives in that battle."
Mikita glanced at the head nurse beside her, and continued in a calm tone, "Except for me, the rest, including the Pontiac head nurse, seem to have been specially selected by the political commissar comrades."
"It seems that Captain Mikita is well informed," the head nurse said meaningfully.
Mikita smiled and said, "In other places, there will be no special firing squads, let alone the firing squads involved in the management of prisoners of war."
"We will not strongly support Dr. Goosen's use of prisoners of war for psychological and behavioral experiments."
After the head nurse finished speaking, she pressed the cigarette butt directly on the face of the tortured prisoner, and walked away while screaming, "Victor, if you have time in the evening, we can have a drink together. I'm curious about why you can speak Chinese. Also,
, I have also left the health inspection work to you to help take care of it, I have to go back and do other things."
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Mikita flattered her with a playful smile, "Mr. Pontiac is indeed an angel sent by Comrade Stalin."
"I think so"
The head nurse responded perfunctorily, and walked across the concrete bridge to the two tall sculptures on the opposite side of the trench while screaming hoarsely.
“This is really a paradise for devils”
Wei Ran muttered secretly, there were political commissar Krechi and Su Shengnan's head nurse in Mine No. 52, and he would not be surprised if all the prisoners of war here died one day.
"Victor, this animal has stopped barking." Mikita reminded from the side.
"It has another eye."
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already grabbed a handful of quicklime and pressed it on the other eye of the prisoner of war. At the same time, he signaled the two pale-faced members of the firing squad to pull the hands of the prisoner of war out of the lime bucket and turned around.
Put your feet in.
He ignored the looks of fear in the eyes of the nurses and executioners around him, and he paid no attention to the serious fear of the prisoners of war around him.
Wei Ran meticulously carried out the orders of the Political Commissar of Mine No. 52 and used all the torture methods on the prisoner of war that he had never had the chance to try before. However, from beginning to end, he never asked the busty nurse Yin Linni or Zhuo Ya to help ask any questions.
one question.
But even so, among the first two groups of prisoners of war brought, some were already kneeling on the ground, pressing their foreheads against the cold snow, crying and saying something.
Seeing both Wei Ran and Mikita looking at her, female nurse Zhuo Ya spread her hands and said, "They said that those knives were used for seppuku and were made by a prisoner numbered 589."
"What did you say?" Wei Ran pretended to pick his ears, "I didn't hear it."
Mikita stopped Zoya who was about to speak, followed the example of the head nurse, pressed the cigarette butt on the prisoner of war, and said with a smile, "Zoya said that he would go with us to have a drink with Dr. Gusen in the evening."
Zhuo Ya rolled her eyes and said again angrily, "Yes, I said we would go drinking together in the evening."
