In the prisoner-of-war camp filled with the aroma of miso soup, Wei Ran accompanied the female nurse Zhuo Ya to the concrete bridge over the trench in the distance.
Although his hands were empty and even the holster of the revolver was clipped, if you looked down from the sky you would have noticed.
At this time, the prisoners of war carrying food around them seemed to have discovered a city wall coming towards them. They were far away and panicked to make way for him. There were a large number of prisoners of war, and they would also take the initiative to bow.
They lowered their waists and lowered their dog heads. Their obedient and docile appearance with a hint of fear seemed to have been castrated, and they no longer had the arrogance they had when they were smashing, smashing, looting and burning on the land of China.
"We still have to fight..."
Wei Ran muttered secretly. The more this situation happened, the more he agreed with Comrade Zhukov's words - how can a nation like Japan guarantee that they will not start another war in the future? The first thing to do is
Let them experience physical pain.
Although he has not yet seen the legendary Comrade Zhukov with his own eyes, he can still guess that there is actually the second half of this sentence - secondly, it makes them mentally afraid of war!
Don’t forget, Zhukov said this to his good friend Eisenhower, and Eisenhower must have guessed the half-sentence that was unnecessary to say.
As for the reason why I don’t need to say it...
At the very least, on a festive day with clear weather and suitable temperatures in Hiroshima and Nagasaki, the quiet and peaceful Japanese people must have felt the fear brought about by the war at close range, and the source of this fear was
Wasn't it the United States that sent a little fat man and a little boy to them?
If you still don’t understand, you will know after looking at future generations. Perhaps it is precisely because of the fear firmly rooted in the heart that the United States has really domesticated itself a good dog with sharp teeth and a sharp mouth.
"Victor, what are you thinking about?" Zhuo Ya, who was walking behind Wei Ran, saw the weird smile on his lips and couldn't help but ask, "You're not thinking of how to torture them again, are you?"
"I'm not crazy," Wei Ran denied.
"You are the most crazy in Mine No. 52..."
Zhuoya, who was all giggling, glanced at the extraordinarily honest and quiet prisoners of war around him, and soon couldn't help laughing and joking, "Standing among these two-legged animals, the most terrifying person in Mine No. 52 will become three."
Already."
"The other two are the Pontiac nurse and the political commissar Kretsch?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.
"right"
Zoya nodded, "I heard from the head nurse that before Gusen brought me here, Political Commissar Krechi could always think of all kinds of reasonable charges to kill those prisoners of war. He was even happy to encourage those prisoners of war to escape, and then he would
She took people out to hunt escaped prisoners of war, but after she hunted and killed many prisoners of war, the remaining ones are now even cautious about crossing the trench."
"Where's Matron Pontiac?"
Wei Ran asked noncommittally, still saying that you can't persuade others to be good without going through others' suffering. If you go through others' suffering, they may not be good. It makes a Soviet Red Army political commissar who has experienced the war would rather lock himself in Mine No. 52
If it was just for revenge, the pain he experienced would probably be far more cruel than imagined.
"She is secretly called Mine Singer No. 52 by us," Zhuo Ya said quietly.
"Mining Singer No. 52?" Wei Ran looked at the girl following him in confusion.
"You are on the firing squad. You must know that the prisoners being executed have to wail for at least one minute and receive at least five bullets before they die, right?"
"I know, this is the rule," Wei Ran nodded and replied.
"When Matron Pontiac is in a bad mood, they only get shot four times."
Zhuoya shivered subconsciously, "Then she was sent to the hospital, where the nurses and doctors practiced debridement, suturing and bandaging."
Seemingly feeling that this description misses the point, Zhuo Ya followed Wei Ran across the concrete bridge and added, "What I just said was without the use of anesthetics, so you know, those were used as practice samples.
The prisoners of war were wailing and screaming until they died completely."
After finishing speaking, Zhuo Ya pointed to the prisoner of war camp on the other side of the trench, "Not only in the hospital, but when there is no wind, even the sentries and prisoners of war here can hear it clearly. This is how the nickname of the singer of Mine No. 52 came from
, and it was Political Commissar Krechi who first called her that. Comrade Comrade Political Commissar said that this kind of exercise was very suitable for actual combat and very meaningful. Therefore, for a period of time, those prisoners of war who were sentenced to execution could only receive four shots.
It wasn't until everyone felt it was too noisy that they returned to the way they were before."
"What a kind angel." Wei Ran couldn't help but praise him, and then said very seriously and matter-of-factly, "Actually, as long as a cut is made on the vocal cords of the prisoners of war, they can become much quieter."
"I even suspect that you have worked in a German concentration camp before!"
Zhuo Ya rolled her eyes angrily, shook the camera she had been holding in her hand and said, "There is no need for you to give it to me. I will return the camera to you after I finish shooting the film."
After saying that, the girl quickened her pace and skidded carelessly on the snow that had already been trampled hard, and ran towards the building where the hospital was located.
Looking up at the gloomy sky, Wei Ran slowly returned to the dormitory, locked the door, and took out the lunch box hidden under the bedside table.
Open it carefully. There are many metal cans inside. If you unscrew any one, they will contain gems of various sizes.
In addition to these gems, when Wei Ran opened the newspaper on the bottom of the lunch box, he unexpectedly found a group photo that he had seen before.
Bidige
In this group photo, Mikita, who has a bald head and wears a sea soul shirt, and Dr. Goson, who wears glasses, are sitting on the left and right sides of a table respectively. In their hands, they each hold a Nagant revolver and a
An enamel cup obviously used for drinking.
On the table between the two people, there are some uncut demantoid garnets on an enamel plate. Behind the table, facing the camera, stands the female nurse Zoya.
Looking closely at the photo, Wei Ran vaguely discovered that when the photo was taken, Mikita's eyes were actually looking at Zhuo Ya, and the latter's face was full of disgust.
As for Dr. Gusen, his expression was more like that the cabbage he had worked so hard to grow was being stared at by a wild boar that ran out of nowhere... Irritated? Murderous? In short, that's probably the expression.
Just from the subtle expressions of these three people, it is not difficult to guess that when this photo was taken, the people in the photo were still a little wary and reserved with each other.
The appearance of this photo in this lunch box also implies too many problems. The most intuitive thing is that this photo is more like evidence, proving that the three of them are having an affair with the gem.
Of course, the person who took the photo may also need to be added. After a little speculation, Wei Ran can probably be sure that at this time, the only person who can win the trust of the three of them and help them take the photo is Mikita's sister, who is also Gusen.
The doctor's current wife, Sasha.
I just don’t know if the woman Wei Ran had not met in person had already confirmed her relationship with Gu Sen at that time.
After thinking for a moment, he put the photo back on the bottom of the metal lunch box, covered it with folded newspapers again, put the metal cans containing gems inside and closed the lids.
After weighing the lunch box in his hand and the kettle hanging on his waist, Wei Ran finally hid the lunch box back under the bedside table.
Taking the whip hanging on the antlers of the bed as a decoration, Wei Ran locked the door of the dormitory and strolled downstairs to the concrete bridge over the trench.
After a while, all the prisoners of war who had queued up to receive breakfast got into the shack. A few prisoners of war who were busy carrying firewood at the door of the shack immediately got in and closed the nailed-down door after seeing the fire.
Clothes wooden door.
So you know how to be afraid?
Wei Ran clumsily shook out the whip he had just coiled, and walked step by step like dragging a hungry snake. But in his mind, he couldn't help but think of Chen Qi, the military doctor at the Zhaoxian battlefield.
.
The world he was in at this time happened to be December 1951. He didn't know whether Chen Qi was eating a mouthful of snow and a bite of fried noodles at the battlefield of Zhaoxian, thousands of kilometers away, or whether he was under American artillery fire and
Under the air raid, they were busy rescuing the wounded.
But he remembered the story that Chen Qi told him in the shack in the mountain col, about his wife's family. He remembered that in that story, the landlord and his whole family fought against the little devil by the river for an hour.
I remember the story in which the old man of the landlord's family was sitting on the master's chair in the main room, shouting that every man has his own responsibility, and burned down his ancestral home. I also remember in that story the women of the landlord's family who did not want to be humiliated and threw themselves into the river.
In those unforgettable stories, how arrogant and domineering were the invaders who created the fear of war in the land of China? How could they have imagined that the evil deeds they committed would one day befall them?
It turns out they also know how to be afraid...
Wei Ran shook the whip covered with snowflakes in his hand, but it was rather dull and uninteresting.
Rather than using the power of the Soviets to whip those prisoners of war to death in a world that doesn't know what's true or false, he prefers that this whip can be used five or six years in the morning to severely slap those little devils who are doing evil in China.
, instead of meaninglessly repeating the evil deeds the other party has done in this seemingly irresponsible world.
That would certainly please me, but... it's far from enough!
"Is it possible that my consciousness has become higher?" Wei Ran muttered to himself, but his heart became calmer and less needless.
Passing through the prisoners of war who were avoiding him, Wei Ran glanced at the prisoners of war brought by the bearded deputy captain Bao Lid, and said before the other party spoke, "Bao Lid, let the new team members take action later.
They tortured."
"Let them do it?" Baolide looked at Wei Ran in surprise and asked stupidly, "Why don't you do it yourself?"
"Forget it, let them do it."
Wei Ran showed a dull smile, "Keep an eye on them, don't beat the prisoners to death or maim them, these animals are still here to work hard to mine and create value. In addition, pick out the half of the people you hate the most."
