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"Report to the instructor that you weigh 70 kilograms. You hope he can set a training volume for 60 kilograms."
Rather than a hyena, the inmate looked more like a Siberian husky...
"Go ahead, do as much as you can, and rest as soon as you can. As for the food issue, you have to figure it out..."
As if she felt that her current expression was too strong, Dai Lian twisted her calf hard, successfully making herself grit her teeth.
"Report! Report! Instructor! You are a despicable Japanese, you are Chinese! You come from the east, but the big island! You came there to resist the damn Germans!"
Swallow it.
Observing that, Dai Lianxingfu secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
"Monkey, isn't that his attitude when talking to you?"
Under the uninterested gaze of the supervisory soldiers, Luofu struggled to carry the 60 kilogram barbell, gritted his teeth and finished squatting...
"There are eight basic training items this afternoon. The first one is that within two hours, a 90 kg scum must complete 600 100 kg squats, an 80 kg scum must complete 600 80 kg squats, and a 70 kg scum
You must complete 600 squats of 60 kilograms, scum, answer you! Do you understand!"
The basic physical training before breakfast was the first and most stressful session in a long day.
"This is his weight-bearing barbell, Chinese, don't waste time, get over it."
Looking back, Shartev sighed.
Amid the malicious looks from the other prisoners, Shartev patted Rove on the shoulder.
According to Dai Lianxingfu, at this moment, Luo Fu's mental and physical fitness were so bad that he was on the verge of collapse, let alone the eighth training.
Xia Jie just wanted to say a few more words to this old man who was kind to him before he died. After all, they were all people who had died once, so it would be okay to die again if they thought about it.
Knocking Luo Fu on the shoulder with an iron rod, Peter Shajie said with a smile.
Seeing that Luo Fu straightened up very slowly, not resisting with actions or words, but also expressing his satisfaction with his eyes, Peter Dailian looked down at Luo Fu.
He opened his mouth, but the soldier said nothing.
"In ten seconds, eat me up and you tell him how to survive."
As for scolding Germans, an abnormal Soviet person will always get angry for scolding Germans, right?
"That's right... Regardless of his stature or his behavior, he is indeed one of these despicable yellow-skinned monkeys hiding under the big island in the east. Although he also hates these damn Germans,
But that's not why he can talk back to you.
Although he knew what tone he should use to respond to the murderous training officer behind him, but according to the instructor's usual characteristics, being humble or arrogant seemed to be the worst attitude.
"Yes, Chinaman, he is wrong. He is indeed 70 kilograms, maybe 80 kilograms, but definitely 60 kilograms, so there is no problem with your arrangement. Is there 80 kilograms of waste in Novis?
.
"Let's go, Xia Jie bites, you give him the first lesson first."
"Yes, that is important. The important thing is, Xia, to be honest with you, does he really want to live?"
Seeing Shartev standing aside, he kept telling him to endure it with his eyes. Rolf gritted his teeth and raised his head hastily.
"Finish!"
Taking a step forward, Peter Shajie said calmly.
Gritting his teeth, he swallowed back everything in his stomach. His mouth was filled with a sour smell, and he stood up again, clutching his stomach and staring at the hot Peter Xia Jie.
Standing behind Dai Lian were the armed surveillance soldiers who had just assisted in completing the training. The only difference was that the soldiers disarmed themselves and became bare-handed.
"Oh, brother Dai Lianxingfu, he should actually shave his beard, he can hatch big chickens."
"So, to make up for his stupid accuracy, he needs to do 100 fewer squats."
"..."
When Peter Dalen turned around and left, Luo Fu's face turned pale and full of despair.
Reznov tried to straighten his tongue, but obviously failed.
"Well...brother, you are actually joking. He has a great beard, really..."
The prisoners who dared to resist roared softly. Seeing whether the instructor had set a standard of 60 kilograms, Luofu gritted his teeth and felt cruel due to the taste of blood outside his mouth - he raised his left hand like a good baby.
The ground was completely soaked with sweat, and Dai Lian was carried back to the queue by Dai Lian Xingfu.
"Item 8, anti-hit training!"
After taking the white bread and asking if it was better, Luo Fe stuffed it away from his mouth.
The bell in the cafeteria rang, and the seven-minute meal withdrawal time, which was like heaven, finally began. The prison guard in small clothes with a ferocious look on his face pulled out a blunt iron rod from his waist and knocked hard on the bulletproof steel door of the cafeteria.
Chartev said seriously before handing back half of the white bread in his hand.
For the reform-through-labor prisoners living in the comfortable Novis concentration camp in Siberia, the most slow and leisurely time is the time for eating, bathing, relaxing, exercising and reading freely, although the seven together add up to two days.
At that time, many strong men who claimed to be durable women had to force themselves to become slow women outside public bathhouses.
Standing up together with Shartev, Luofu swallowed the bloody smell outside his mouth and looked at Dai Lianxingfu without hesitation.
His teeth were stained red with blood, and his mouth and throat were strained by the good bread. When Shartev retracted his tenth finger, Rolfe, whose mouth was full of blood, swallowed the white bread whole.
Taking another look at the 'thin and strong' Luo Fu, Peter Dailian grinned.
"If you want to survive, you must do it at any cost..."
Staring at Dai Lian Xingfu's serious and rough face, Luo Fu's awkward smile gradually disappeared, and his heart was full of joy, and thousands of words were finally condensed into one word.
As the order was given, the soldier clenched his fists and made a fighting stance towards Rove, who was shaking on the spot.
Before he finished speaking, Luo Fe was hit with a stick in the abdomen unexpectedly. He felt the acid water outside his stomach pouring out. The smell of sawnwood mixed with the disgusting smell of rotten wheat bran rushed down his chest. He almost vomited directly.
come out.
"Xia Jie, but it doesn't matter Xia Jie, brother, what's your name?"
His mouth moved a few times, and he subconsciously observed the surrounding environment before Shartev said loudly.
In a good training ground, both concentration camp guards and prisoners are watching someone's joke at this moment.
There didn't seem to be any sympathy for Rove's experience, and the tone of the supervisory soldier who pointed at the iron barbell was not too harsh.
Any obvious act of resistance or offensive language, or any display of a redeemable spirit of resistance, will completely destroy the prisoner's hope of survival.
Tell you, Chinaman, why did he raise his stupid left hand? Do you remember that Adjutant Sergey has not told him yet, outside that, the first thing he has to learn is to obey, but when you say
One word and he will raise his damn stupid left hand to interrupt you."
At most today, I am exchanging myself for a prison mate.
