By the time the three training sessions were over, the time had already reached eleven o'clock.
As there is at least half an hour of relaxation time before lunch, the reform-through-labor prisoners in the Novis concentration camp can freely move around in various open areas. This is also the best time for the reform-through-labor prisoners to conduct py transactions or explore their own sexual interests, as long as they are not caught.
The guards at the concentration camp discovered that otherwise it wouldn't be someone's butt that would bloom.
But at this moment, Reznov, who heard the footsteps in the corridor, took off his smelly socks, stuffed a ball of hard yellow-black soap hidden in the excrement tube, and carried the long socks.
Reznov blocked the cell door when he opened his mouth.
"Novskovsky, I guarantee him, you can't go in."
Forced back slightly by the breathtaking stench in his socks, Novskovsky frowned, then shook his head with a smile.
"You know, Reznov, you know, you can't save him, and no one can save him except the warden.
You should be able to tell that Sergey hates this East Asian yellow skinner. As a trainer who joined in the middle, he can't complete the basic training at all. In my opinion, he will die in the fighting training in the afternoon. It's better to
Let my brothers be happy before you die, don’t worry, my brothers will appreciate your love."
Seeing Novskovsky's disapproving look, Reznov's face darkened and his tone became even more serious.
"He has paid me protection money, so I have to protect him, Novskov, don't make it difficult for me, brother."
After a moment of silence, Novskovsky also looked a little unhappy.
"What did this yellow man give you? Is it worth having you work so hard for him? Does it mean that you have (Slavic expletive) his (Slavic expletive)?"
Recalling the dry, hard black bread that was only half the size of a palm, Reznov picked up the smelly stockings in his hand and responded seriously.
"You don't need to know what he gave me, you just need to know that what he paid is worth what I do."
Seeing that Reznov had no intention of giving in, Novskovsky glared at Reznov coldly and turned away without hesitation.
Just for a 'good ass' that I have never used, it is not worth fighting with the serious Reznov.
Of course, if given the chance, he would not hesitate to stab Reznov in the back and take revenge.
Slightly relieved, Reznov returned to the cell. After hiding the stinky soap as a weapon, the bearded man turned his attention to Xia Jie, whose breathing had calmed down.
"There's not much I can do, Chartier. Whether you can survive or not depends on you..."
By the time Xia Jie woke up, it was already lunch time.
Fortunately, during lunch, the guards need to count the number of people in the cell after the daily break. Since the prisoners are not allowed to leave their cells privately, there is no need for the prisoners to go to the cafeteria to eat by themselves.
Naturally, there would be special concentration camp guards delivering meals to the cells.
Xia Jie did not need to move his legs that could no longer move to eat in the cafeteria. Instead, he could sit on the bed and wait for the concentration camp guards to deliver his dog-like one-third share to the cell.
Because he had only completed one basic training, Xia Jie's most important lunch was only half a piece of black bread stained with unknown dirt, which was thrown into the dog's plate.
On Reznov's side, there was a bowl of porridge mixed with potatoes, radishes and vegetables, half a stick of clean black bread and a palm-sized piece of cooked meat from an unknown animal. Xia Jie was extremely greedy.
It seemed that Reznov had successfully completed the three trainings. Thinking about his current situation, Xia Jie couldn't help but feel a little gloomy.
Now, he no longer thinks about whether he can survive until tomorrow. According to the intensity of this training, this afternoon will be the day of his death.
"Don't refuse, your body needs this. Soaking the brown bread in it will make it taste better."
Placing the iron bowl of porridge in front of Xia Jie, Reznov patted Xia Jie on the shoulder.
"Chartier, although I don't know how long you can hold on...but I know that your efforts this morning are worthy of this bowl of rice. As for this piece of meat, I can't give it to you because I need to ensure the most basic fighting ability. Can you
Understand?"
In a daze, Reznov's voice had disappeared. He stared blankly at the bowl of hot porridge in front of him. Xia Jie felt that his nose was sore as if he had been choked by onions, and his vision was blurred.
Got up.
This made him realize once again how weak he was.
He knew the significance of this bowl of porridge to a reform-through-labor prisoner who had to exercise intensely every day, but he didn't understand why the bearded middle-aged man in front of him, whose mouth was hard to see, was so kind to him.
At least based on his more than 20 years of life experience, except for his long-dead mother and him, no one can do this for others in this situation.
Of course, this has to exclude those ‘good guys’ in the news.
Gritting his teeth and wiping the corners of his eyes, Xia Jie finally didn't ask why.
At this moment, he was willing to believe in Reznov as much as he believed in himself.
As for words of thanks, they are as pale as paper and meaningless compared with actions.
Seeing Xia Jie starting to eat, Reznov returned to his bed.
After eating what he had in his hands in two or three mouthfuls, Reznov carefully lifted up the torn cotton mattress, took out a somewhat rusty brass necklace with a round buckle from the circular crack of the wooden bed board, and gently opened the round buckle.
The place where the black and white photos should have been mounted was empty.
Reclosing the round clasp and gently stroking the family portrait necklace that no longer had the neck string in his hand, Reznov's eyes felt a little more yearning.
"Brother Reznov?"
"Huh? Have you finished eating?"
Reznov turned his head and looked at Xia Jie who had finished eating with some doubts. He couldn't help but sigh at Xia Jie's adaptability.
At least when it comes to eating, this young man from China has met the standards of the Novis concentration camp and will not go hungry for stupid reasons like eating slowly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Xia Jie, who put down the iron bowl as clean as a mirror and retracted his tongue, decided to interrupt the bearded man who was thinking about life, because he knew that time and information were the most precious to him.
thing, second only to food.
"Brother Reznov, can you tell me about the afternoon training?"
Not wanting to avoid Xia Jie, Reznov carefully hid his necklace again, and after thinking about it for a moment, he spoke.
"No one told you any of this?"
Xia Jie shook his head with a grimace.
I arrived at this place as soon as I opened my eyes. The world mission I had agreed on was not complete yet. How could anyone tell me this?
"I just said how dare you talk to Petrov like this..."
With a strange expression, Reznov explained.
"The afternoon training will start on time at one o'clock. Except for the [death test] arranged by Sergey every Friday and Sunday, the training is usually led by training officer Petrov. Although in the morning, Peter
Petrov is a bit targeted at you, but your performance this morning was good. Considering Petrov's character, as long as you follow his rules, he will not continue to deliberately embarrass you."
After a pause, Reznov's expression suddenly became serious.
"Because today is Thursday, the training in the afternoon should be combat instruction, hitting training and nerve training. In the hitting training, you need to hit all the effective parts of the training soldiers with your bare hands within the specified time. Of course, you also have to
Pay attention to your own defense, otherwise the training soldiers will break your sternum without hesitation."
"In neurological training, you need to run through a 50-meter obstacle course. On the track, there will be 5 fixed gunmen scattered and hidden. The fixed gunmen will attack you within 1 second after encountering you.
Shoot at a predetermined location..."
Looking at Xia Jie's increasingly pale face, Reznov could not think of any words of comfort and could only continue.
"If you can't get out of the crosshairs of a pistol within one second, you're going to get shot, and no one in Novis is going to try to treat a gunshot wound."
What made Xia Jie a little happy was that this time Reznov did not emphasize again that he would be fed to dogs...
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Siberia, Novis concentration camp.
13:00. East side training ground.
Including the somewhat weak Xia Jie, 19 reform-through-labor prisoners had lined up and stood in the training ground on time, but the atmosphere was a little different from before.
Xia Jie knew that without even realizing it, another person was missing.
"let's start."
Nodding to the political commissar in military uniform behind him who was inspecting, the training officer Petrov glanced at the disgusting garbage in front of him with a cold gaze and said coldly.
"The idiot who tried to use wooden sticks to dig an escape tunnel during the break has become a delicacy for the real warriors. Perhaps this will alleviate the ferocity of those warriors, but even so, the real warriors are enough to defeat your ridiculous will.
!
Yes, in my opinion, you who are incompetent are not as good as those brave wolf dogs!
I don't know if this moron who doesn't deserve his name has any accomplices, and I don't care if there are some of you who, with the idea of escape, dig tunnels with a thin wooden stick that can only stab themselves (Slavic expletive).
Yes, I don't care, not at all, whether you stab yourself with a thin stick (Slavic expletive) or dig a tunnel to escape!
Because you are a bunch of trash who wasted my time! Scum! There is no way for trash to escape Novis. When the Germans are invading our great motherland and shooting at your compatriots, you are still here wasting precious frontline soldiers.
You eat better food than dogs, but the things you do are worse than dogs! You are such garbage!
Even if I close my eyes, I can pull you bunch of stinky rats out of the dark and disgusting holes and strangle them to death one by one, send your bodies to the dog pen, and let you make your final contribution to the great motherland!
"
A kind of restlessness suppressing the power of the explosion began to spread in the queue, and even the model prisoner Nikolai's eyes turned red for a moment.
Although he had been mentally prepared to be scolded, Xia Jie still felt a little nauseous and angry at being insulted so head-on.
Although he was not a Soviet, and he was not sad that the Soviet Union was invaded by Germany, he knew that as long as these people had a little bit of patriotism in their hearts, they would not accept such words that insulted their personality and patriotic feelings.
Words are sometimes more hurtful than actions, Xia Jie believes that.
Looking coldly at the crowd of people who showed dissatisfaction and suppressed anger, Petrov's momentum increased again.
In Xia Jie's view, Petrov's gray-blue eyes were like a blood-stained bayonet piercing into his eyes and heart, causing him to avoid looking directly at the corner of his eyes while being frightened.
She also shed tears, like a true coward.
He didn't know what it was. He could only feel that if the trainer who was scolding him wantonly in front of the nineteen people wanted to kill him, it would not be much harder than crushing an ant.
And in front of Petrov, he can only be a coward who dare not look directly at him.
"Are you angry? Are you in pain? Do you want to kill me? You are a bunch of trash who can only bargain with your motherland! Trash! Cowards who can only kneel down and surrender when the Germans come in! You don't even have the courage to look at me.
None!?”
Although he had lowered his head, Xia Jie knew that the training officer was scolding him.
"We are not cowards! We will never surrender to the German dogs even if we die!!!"
Unable to endure it any longer, the red-eyed Nikolai completely forgot about the rules set by Petrov and roared at Petrov.
"If I (Slavic expletive) hadn't been caught in this damn place by those (Slavic expletive) from the NKVD! I (Slavic expletive) would have gone to the front to kill German dogs!"
It seemed that Nikolai's emotions were aroused, and the other five hard-nosed reform-through-labor prisoners also yelled at Petrov angrily.
Looking at the restless scene in front of him, the Soviet political commissar's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but his face remained unmoved.
Petrov was not annoyed at all when the rules were broken, and his roaring voice quickly overwhelmed everyone.
"Shut the fuck up!"
The sound fell, bullets were loaded, and the four armed soldiers behind Petrov holding Bobosa submachine guns raised their muzzles at the crowd.
Unlike the Mosin-Nagant held by the concentration camp guards, the extremely fast-shooting Bobosha (PPSh41) is enough to turn these black boxers who are on the verge of rioting and tearing hungry wolves alive into cold-blooded bodies in one second.
Corpse.
Of course, everyone's emotions quickly cooled down under the black gun muzzle.
Seeing that everyone had finally calmed down a bit in their anger, Petrov took a step back and sneered with his hands behind his back.
"You trash have some backbone. Thank you to the great Stalin. He gave you trash a chance to rededicate your motherland and fight the enemy, Commissar Vladimir."
Nodding, Vladimir, carrying a Nagant revolver and wearing the uniform of a Soviet winter officer, took a step forward. His damaged leather shoes were a bit gray.
