In the No. 52 mine prisoner of war camp, after more than two hours of careful search, four short knives made with pickaxes and a dozen knives made of scrap steel drills were placed in front of the only prisoner of war.
On the snow in front of him, of course, the number of prisoners of war watching the torture had increased to more than 200.
At the same time, with the help of the soldiers who came to support, the nurses carefully inspected the sanitary conditions of all the shacks.
As the nurses supported the frightened big-breasted nurse Irene, they quickly left around the location of Wei Ran. Soon after, the speaker on the top of the sentry tower also heard the voice of female nurse Zoya speaking in Japanese.
's broadcast.
When the broadcast ended, the prisoners of war in each shack also took action one after another, quickly organizing their living environments.
Outside the shack, the sanitary ignition was stopped. Not only did it not kill the prisoner whose palms and soles were cooked with quicklime, he even took out a scalpel and gauze and personally helped cut out the rotten flesh of the prisoner who had been tortured crazy by him.
The rotten eye was removed and the wound was carefully bandaged.
However, his bandaging was uncharacteristically amateurish. Not only did he not inject anesthesia at all, but he also did not use dressings at all. He just wrapped it directly with gauze, and even forgot to reset the dislocated limb joints and jaw.
Of course, out of a veterinarian's professional ethics and to prevent the prisoner of war from dying, he kindly helped inject two large syringes full of antibiotics, and then kicked him back into the pile of prisoners of war.
"What are you going to do with the remaining prisoners?"
Mikita asked Wei Ran with a hint of school examination, "Commissar Krechi only gave us 50 places, there is no way to kill them all."
"It seems you already have a solution?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"There is nothing I can do"
Mikita spread his hands and said slowly, "Wait until Zoya comes back. Maybe we can leave the trouble to these two-legged animals."
Seeing this, Wei Ran nodded wisely, took out the wine bottle from his arms, took a sip, and stood behind Mikita obediently.
Less than 20 minutes later, Zoya walked back to Mikita with a cigarette in her mouth and whispered with some gloating, "Just now, Comrade Political Commissar and Comrade Head Nurse decided to jointly recommend Comrade Irene to No. 501
Working on the construction site, it is said that there are many prisoners there who are building railways and need such a kind angel."
"A hellish place like this really needs an angel like this."
There was undisguised sarcasm in Mikita's tone, "In the several times I participated in suppressing riots, the most dangerous prisoners of war and Trotskyists, as well as criminals and regular prisoners, were said to have been sent to Construction Site No. 501.
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"She asked for it. No matter how stupid an angel is, she will not go to hell to find a job."
Wei Ran expressed his opinion in a calm tone. As for the No. 501 construction site they were talking about, he had no curiosity at all. Because he knew that even if he asked, Mikita and Zoya could not even include the political commissar Krechi.
They don't necessarily know where Construction Site 501 is. All they know is perhaps a verbal order - send all the toughest thorns to Construction Site 501 to build the railway!
On the contrary, Weiran from later generations knew better than them where Construction Site 501 was and what it was used for.
In the declassified documents that later generations came into contact with, Construction Site No. 501 was the name used in official documents. Its more familiar name was the Stalin Railway.
To put it simply, it was a great project with a designed total length of nearly 1,300 kilometers. Construction started in early 1949, but was abandoned in 1953 when Khrushchev came to power waving corn cobs.
Because, if this railway line is built, it will probably be one of the railway lines closest to the North Pole. The purpose of building it is also related to the fact that the Soviet Union was surrounded by Murmansk and was trapped at the sea during World War II.
However, his father's plan for rainy days and repairing the situation before it happened was obviously not favored by Khrushchev, who liked corn and leather shoes. Therefore, this railway line, which cost an unknown number of prisoners' lives when it was first built, was destroyed not long after the latter came to power.
With the permanent halt, those painstakingly built railway sections, as well as the frozen bodies under the railway lines, were forever forgotten in the icy and snowy wilderness.
While he was secretly recalling the declassified information he saw when he was in school, Mikita put his arms around the slender waist of the female nurse Zoya and said with a smile, "Tell these animals to give them two days."
, hand over the prisoners of war who organized the weapons manufacturing and its 49 accomplices, otherwise, on the third day, I will organize all the members of the firing squad to learn some small torture techniques with the deputy captain, Comrade Victor."
"I am happy to teach you my experience," Wei Ran said with a smile.
"no problem"
Zhuo Ya agreed first, then pointed at the tortured prisoner of war, "Comrade head nurse wants you to take him to the hospital."
"That old woman from Pontiac doesn't really think she's an angel, does she?" Mikita asked subconsciously in a low voice.
Zhuo Ya rolled her eyes when she heard this, spread her hands and said reluctantly, "After the incident with Irene, some new nurses also secretly sympathized with the prisoners of war, and the head nurse even heard about it.
So in order to avoid things like Irene happening again, Comrade Head Nurse organized us to use it to practice wound dressing, and we must do it every two hours until you find the murderer."
"I will send someone to deliver it to you later." As Mikita spoke, he had already helped Zoya to the top of the pile of logs.
Clearing her throat, Zoya loudly translated Mikita's request in Japanese. Afterwards, the prisoners of war who were expected to be tortured were driven back to their respective shacks by the surrounding soldiers with rifle butts to tidy up.
Although he luckily escaped this time, Wei Ran could tell that Mikita was deliberately trying to appease his appetite.
To put it simply, the fear caused by torture is different from the fear caused by witnessing torture while waiting to be tortured. If we use the words of our ancestors to describe it, this is called "killing the chicken to show the monkey". These unscathed victims
Those who rushed back to the shack were the monkeys, and the one who was tortured to death by Wei Ran was obviously the chicken.
And don't forget that the prisoners of war just now have two days to find the prisoner of war who made the weapons and find his 49 companions. Otherwise, they will become the next batch of chickens to kill the chickens to show the monkeys.
But the first of these two requirements is okay, but the 49 companions in the back are too sinister, because no matter who the prisoners of war belonging to different shacks just bit together to get 49 people, the final result will turn them into
Into a plate of loose sand.
As for the truth, who cares about the truth? The only truth may be like what the busty nurse said, even if they have those short knives, there is no way to escape from here.
Watching all the prisoners of war return to the shack, Mikita waited for the soldiers to take away the homemade knives that had been gathered together, and arranged for two soldiers to drag the blind soldier with scars all over his body and follow Zoya away. Only then did it become clear.
He cleared his throat and said, "Paulide, please take someone to patrol the lumber camp."
"Yes!" The bearded soldier saluted solemnly, greeted the team members behind him, turned around and walked back.
"Let's go, we should start the business of today." After Mikita said, he walked straight to a shack in the corner of the prisoner of war camp. At the same time, as he walked, he took out the revolver from his waist and checked it.
, and cocked the hammer.
Before entering the shack, Wei Ran really didn't see any difference between what he saw here and what he had seen before.
But when Mikita, who was walking in front, gently knocked on the wooden door nailed with animal skins with the handle of the revolver, Wei Ran immediately realized that something was wrong. Since yesterday, he had already seen clearly that Mikita
Kita's attitude towards those prisoners of war, otherwise, he would not have abused those prisoners of war so recklessly.
But now, Mikita did not forget to knock on the door before entering, which obviously showed that he was not treated as a two-legged animal by the people in this shack.
After waiting for a moment, someone inside the door responded hoarsely in Russian: "Please come in."
Only then did Mikita push open the door, hold on to the hat on his head and bend down to get in. When Wei Ran also followed in and closed the door to block the cold air outside, he finally saw clearly what was going on inside.
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To his expectation, the floor of this exceptionally warm shack was actually covered with a layer of wooden boards. This was a treatment not found in the shacks he had seen before.
Not only that, there were several light bulbs hanging above the head that were enough to illuminate the inside of the shack. However, Wei Ran did not see the beds under the lights, but instead there were beds on the floor one after another.
"Siberian tatami?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and at the same time he counted the bunks on the floor without leaving a trace. What surprised him was that there were only no more than 40 people living in this small shack.
Fully half of the shack is missing.
There is even a low table between every two floors. These low tables are usually equipped with a set of enamel kettles, two pairs of chopsticks, and some things such as wooden bowls and dinner plates. Under the low table, there are even more
You can see some neatly stacked clothes.
Looking at the fireplaces, there are also piles of firewood around them, and there are even a lot of dried fish and meat hanging on ropes above their heads.
There is even a bookshelf made of wooden boards on the side of the entrance. The bookshelf is not only filled with various Japanese and Russian books, but also has a separate set of tables and chairs next to it.
There were pens and ink on the table, and there was a pile of letter paper in a wooden box on the side, and a pile of kraft paper envelopes also in a wooden box.
When Wei Ran followed Mikita in, there happened to be a young prisoner of war who looked definitely less than 30 years old sitting on the chair next to the table. He was holding a pen and writing something seriously on a letter.
Wei Ran discovered that this prisoner of war was wearing Japanese-style clogs that were obviously homemade, his lower body was wearing shorts adapted from the Soviet uniform, and his upper body was wearing a clean white shirt. His face and hands were free of all the dirt that was common on other prisoners of war.
.In fact, there is no strange smell in this shack. Instead, there is only the unique aroma of burning pine wood.
Not only this prisoner of war, but also the remaining 20 prisoners of war in this VIP shack. They were either lying on the bunks and chatting with the people next to them, or they were kneeling on the edge of the low table.
Under a relatively bright light, they were concentrating on reading Japanese or Russian books. The only thing these people have in common is that they all have missing earlobes on their left ears.
"Could it be a model project?"
Wei Ran used his flashlight to shine on the thick leather boots placed beside the nearest bunk, and he couldn't help but begin to doubt the significance of the existence of this shack.
However, before he could find the answer, a middle-aged prisoner of war had already blown the whistle in his hand. At the sharp and short whistle, those prisoners of war who were writing letters, reading or chatting immediately stopped what they were doing and moved.
In unison and quickly, he took out a set of shabby clothes from under the low table and put them on.
About five minutes later, under the command of a middle-aged prisoner of war, a total of 20 young and strong prisoners of war, in order of height, each carrying a paint-off lunch box, lined up in two in front of Wei Ran and Mikita.
List.
"Report! We are ready!" the middle-aged prisoner of war wearing glasses shouted loudly.
"Then let's go." After Mikita said this, he winked at Wei Ran, who immediately opened the door and pulled out the revolver on his waist.
Under the watchful eye of Wei Ran, Mikita left the shack with these two groups of selected prisoners, and the middle-aged prisoner of war wearing glasses also called out 21 prisoners of war from another shack opposite.
With more than 40 prisoners of war lined up in two lines, Mikita stepped on the soft snow and walked towards a row of brightly lit and extremely busy mines not far away.
As the distance got closer, Wei Ran also noticed that the entrances of the mines they passed were marked with conspicuous wooden signs in both Japanese and Russian. Although he could not understand the Japanese on them, the
I can understand Russian.
In addition to words such as "No. 52 Mine No. 1 Cave, No. 52 Mine No. 2 Cave" and the like, the sign also contains some warnings such as "It is prohibited to return to the camp with mining tools."
It was precisely as the distance got closer that he became more and more certain that compared with later generations, there really was an extra mine here, and the sign at the entrance of that mine was clearly "No. 52 Mine No. 5 Mine"
Hole."
Mikita, who was walking at the front, also led the prisoners of war and Wei Ran, who was walking at the end, all the way to the entrance of "Mining No. 52 Mine No. 5" and stepped into a monkey who was about to walk into the mine.
Followed by the monkey cart, the prisoners of war who were also familiar with the route got on the monkey cart one after another, keeping two distances from Mikita.
After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran quickly stepped onto the monkey cart, letting the brightly lit mine entrance swallow them up one by one amid the rhythmic clanking and shaking.
The entrance of this mine is extremely spacious. There are a row of wooden shelves placed against the walls on both sides. They are filled with mining lamps and various manual mining tools. There is even a wooden house on the side of the entrance. The roof of the house
Not only does the chimney extend all the way out of the mine, but through the large glass windows, you can also see two Soviet soldiers sitting on chairs on duty.
But Mikita had no intention of getting off the car. He just rode the monkey cart all the way down, entering one fork after another under the dim light of the miner's lamp.
Along the way, all Wei Ran could see were prisoners of war one after another wearing only loincloths and miner's lamps. They bent their waists and carried out the ore collected entirely by manpower from branch mines one after another.
Enter the minecart, and once you have enough, push it onto the narrow track and hook up the winch.
He even saw a few prisoners of war who were naked and covered in stolen goods, with shackles on their feet, and the shackles were nailed to the crevices by iron chains. When Mikita passed by them, he even took down a bag of
The potatoes boiled in salt water were thrown away as if they were being fed to a dog.
Resisting the curiosity in his heart, Wei Ran kept these beast-like prisoners of war in mind, and patiently followed Mikita into branch after branch, and finally stopped at the entrance of a mine next to a waterhole.
The entrance and exit of this mine can only accommodate one mine cart at most, but after Wei Ranmao bent down and entered, he immediately noticed something strange.
Apart from anything else, at least the lighting here is much better than outside, the warmth is much warmer, and even though the height is high enough for people to stand straight, they still don't have to worry about their heads hitting the grille of the miner's lamp.
Look at the miner's lamp hanging on the wall on the left, and then look at the row of wooden cabinets with numbers written on the wall on the right. Just when Wei Ran was about to say something, Mikita at the front also blew his whistle.
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"beep--!"
The sharp whistle echoed repeatedly in the mine, and the knocking sound in the depths of the mine stopped abruptly. At the same time, the No. 40 prisoner of war who followed in also found their respective places at the same time as the whistle sounded.
They took off their clothes and put them in the cupboard, then took a towel from inside and put it around their necks. Wearing only a crotch cloth and a pair of Soviet boots, they lined up against the wall again.
Almost in front and back, groups of prisoners of war carrying pickaxes on their shoulders, crotch cloths wrapped around their waists, towels hanging around their necks, and wearing military boots came out looking tired.
Without any command at all, these obviously domesticated prisoners of war automatically lined up in a row, separated by the mine cart filled with ore, and handed the pickaxes in their hands to the prisoners of war who came down with Wei Ran and Mikita.
The prisoners of war who had received the tools also walked into the mine silently without any instructions. Not long after, the noisy knocking sound was heard again in the mine that had just quieted down.
At the same time, Mikita also blew the whistle again, and the prisoners of war who had just handed over the work immediately took off their shoes, lined up to get out of the mine, and jumped into the pool outside the hole like dumplings, carefully
Cleaning the dust and sweat from the body.
However, a middle-aged prisoner of war who was walking at the end stopped next to Mikita, took a small Bakelite tube about the size of a toothpick holder from his neck, unscrewed it, and handed it to Mikita who was holding a flashlight.
Seeing this, Wei Ran went up to take a look without any trace, only to find that only two or three small stones the size of soybeans poured out of the small tube.
"How come today's harvest is so little? Are you lazy?"
Mikita asked dissatisfiedly. While speaking, he threw the small stones in his hand into the cowhide holster one by one.
"No, absolutely not, we have been working hard all day!"
The middle-aged prisoner of war nervously replied in Russian, "There is a fault in that vein, so please give us more time. After we dig out the fault and find the vein again, we will definitely resume the previous production."
"You already used this excuse last week."
Mikita patted the holster on his waist, "I don't have much patience, but I am still willing to give you three days. If the output is still only this much after three days, I will not only reduce your food supply
Half, your right to communicate with your family will also be revoked."
"I promise, we will definitely hand over more harvests in three days!" The middle-aged prisoner of war quickly made a promise.
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While Mikita was talking, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. Then he didn't say anything and just stood under the vent, smoking one after another.
And the middle-aged prisoner of war didn't dare to leave at all, or even raise his head, and just let Mikita spit puffs of second-hand smoke into his face.
In contrast, Wei Ran didn't have so many scruples. Seeing that Mikita didn't seem to be prepared to stop him, he simply took a few steps deeper into the mine.
Contrary to his expectations, this set of mines was not only extremely spacious, but also had a length of at least hundreds of meters. There were even new branches extending out at certain locations. And those knocking sounds all came from one of the branches.
Cha Mine.
Looking behind him, Wei Ran bent down and got into the fork. At a glance, he saw the prisoner-of-war miners who were hammering hard on the rock wall, and behind them, several prisoners-of-war were guarding the knocked-out ore, looking for something.
This method is too primitive...
Wei Ran shook his head secretly and returned to Mikita's side along the same route.
After a while, the latter had already flicked away the cigarette butts. The prisoners of war who had gone out to take a shower also walked back with their buttocks wet and carrying wet crotch cloths. They worked together to hang the mine carts filled with ore onto the winch, and then started again.
After letting Mikita conduct a detailed inspection of them, he followed Wei Ran on the monkey cart and began to retreat to the surface.
It took more than an hour to go up and down. The prisoners who came back were also divided into groups of 20. Each of them worked hard to get a piece of food from the back of the truck driven by the bearded soldier Paulide.
When all the prisoners of war returned to their shacks, Wei Ran also got into the cab of the truck at Mikita's urging.
Almost as soon as the door closed, the bearded Paulide stepped on the accelerator, drove the truck through the concrete wall on the trench and left the prisoner-of-war camp, finally stopping under the dormitory building.
However, before the car turned off, Wei Ran found that the head nurse was already standing at the door, waving to him from a distance.
"It seems that Comrade Stalin's angel, Matron Pontiac, can't wait to have a drink with Vice Captain Victor." Mikita teased with a smile.
"If you want to drink, you can come over and have a drink." Wei Ran opened the car door as he spoke.
"I'll forget it"
Mikita patted the holster on his waist and reminded pointedly, "Victor, you should drink less. Pontiac drinks more than me and Goosen."
"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Wei Ran jumped out of the cab before he finished speaking.
Of course he understood Mikita's hint that he was keeping the gems he had just obtained secret, but this also brought up a new question: how many insiders were there in the mine that could produce ore?
