Staring blankly at the half piece of black bread handed to him, Reznov raised his head and looked again at the sincere-faced Oriental inmate sitting opposite him, but could not find any trace of hypocrisy.
Although he was a little face-blind, he was extremely convinced that the Oriental who shared his precious food with him was really prepared to die alone. Not only did he not burden himself with any embarrassment, he begged himself to take him alive, and even gave him half a piece of bread.
Hidden in it is the desire to live smoothly.
He kept the hope of life to himself, maybe just because he gave him a hand out of kindness before giving him a lecture?
In this war era, do such idiots still exist in concentration camps?
Just like a fool, in less than half a day, such a person will be eaten here without leaving any bones...
After taking half a piece of black bread, Reznov looked at his cellmate again, only to find that the other man was no longer sad and instead smiled with relief.
The beard moved, Reznov's eyes narrowed slightly, and he made a low voice.
"Brother, what's your name?"
"Xia Jie, although we have only been together for less than half a day, I know that you are a good person, brother. I am very satisfied if I can say a few words to you before you die."
"Chartier?"
Rather than a hyena, the inmate looked more like a Siberian husky...
The bell in the cafeteria rang, and the seven-minute special meal withdrawal time that was like heaven finally began. The prison guard in small clothes with a ferocious expression pulled out a blunt iron rod from his waist and knocked hard on the bulletproof steel door of the cafeteria.
Observing that, Shartev secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
There is no doubt that Rove's last two training sessions were incomplete.
Apart from this, the only differences in comfort are hell, happy hell, exhaustion hell and despair hell.
Looking back, Shartev sighed.
As if he felt that his current expression was too strong, Luofu twisted his calf hard, successfully making himself grit his teeth.
Under the uninterested gaze of the supervisory soldiers, Luofu struggled to carry the 60 kilogram barbell and squatted down while gritting his 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!"
Chartev said seriously before handing back half of the white bread in his hand.
"Oh, brother Shartev, he really needs to shave his beard, so he can hatch big chickens."
"..."
Swallow it.
Under the tolerant supervision of the supervisory soldiers, Luofu was dizzy and performed mechanical repetitive movements. Whenever I lay on the ground and rested for more than a minute, the supervisory soldiers holding iron rods would pat my shoulders and signal me to continue training.
, in order to avoid being hit by the iron rod, I could only bite the bullet and continue going up, until I lost strength and fell to the ground the last time, and took a greedy rest for a minute...
"Item 8, anti-hit training!"
And the basic physical training before breakfast is not the first and most stressful session of the day.
Standing behind Luo Fu 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.
Gritting his teeth and nodding, Jiang Yu followed the armed supervisory soldiers to the 70kg training ground.
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.
"clear!!!"
Seeing that Luo Fu straightened up very slowly, not resisting with actions or words, but also expressing his satisfaction with his eyes, Peter Xia Jie looked down at Jiang Yu.
He opened his mouth, but the soldier said nothing.
Peter Jiang Yu quickly noticed the idiot monkey raising his left hand. With a warm smile on his lips, he waved his hand to signal everyone to shut up. He walked quickly behind Luo Fu and pushed Shardev away who wanted to block him behind.
His body leaned aggressively towards the young man who was almost trembling with his hands raised.
5:35 minutes.
No matter how much you think about sawing wood and cutting your teeth, no matter how afraid you are of cutting your mouth with wheat peel, your actions have only one purpose.
"Monkey, isn't that his attitude when talking to you?"
"Tell the instructor that you made a mistake. You remembered your weight incorrectly. Your weight is 70 kilograms."
Hidden on top of the military uniform was an unloaded pistol.
Taking another look at the 'thin and strong' Luo Fu, Peter Shajie grinned.
Before dividing the respective fields, Peter Schadt issued an order.
Before two o'clock, Jiang Yu, who had barely done more than 300 squats, was still not tired enough to stand up. He could only stand back in the queue with the help of Shartev.
"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..."
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.
Mr. Jiang Yuchen on the side looked worried.
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.
After taking the white bread, Luo Fu stuffed it out of his mouth without firmness.
As if he felt that one word could explain his current mood, Luofu stared at Shartev and added seriously.
"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!"
"Ring ring ring!!!!"
"If each of the eight basic training indicators cannot be achieved, the lunch portion will be increased by one-eighth. I hope he can have a pleasant dining experience..."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Xia, he meant to call you Chartev."
"It is necessary to show the slightest bit of strength outside. It is absolutely necessary that even if one becomes a wolf, one must be a hyena that dares to bare its teeth and hunt."
Looking at Shartev's serious and rough face, Jiang Yu's awkward smile gradually disappeared, and the feeling in his heart surged, and thousands of words finally condensed into one word.
"If you want to survive, you must do it at any cost..."
"In ten seconds, eat me up and you tell him how to survive."
As the order was given, the soldier clenched his fists and made a fighting stance towards Rove, who was shaking on the spot.
As for scolding Germans, an abnormal Soviet person will always get angry for scolding Germans, right?
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.
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.
Outside of that, there is no place for reform-through-labor prisoners who cannot be turned into solid waste at any time.
"By the way, Chinaman, he's new here, I almost forgot to tell him."
Seeing Mr. Jiang Yuchen standing aside, he kept telling him to endure it with his eyes. He gritted his teeth and raised his head hastily.
"clear……"
Amid the malicious looks from the other prisoners, Jiang Yuchenfu patted Jiang Yu on the shoulder.
Putting his hand down, Luo Fu weakly suppressed his fear, word by word, and tried his best to respond to Peter Jiang Yu's almost cannibalistic gaze.
Any obvious act of resistance or aggressive language, or any display of a redeemable spirit of resistance, will completely destroy the prisoner's hope of survival.
"Well...brother, you are actually joking. He has a great beard, really..."
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.
"think."
"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?
.
You asked him to be strong, but you didn't ask him to resist the training officer!
"This is his weight-bearing barbell, Chinese, don't waste time, get over it."
"Monkey, in one sentence, I'll give you a reason to put him out of the oil barrel and use it as fuel."
The ground was already completely soaked with sweat, and Jiang Yu was carried back to the queue by Shartev.
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.
At the same time, the weak reform-through-labor prisoners who had completed too much training showed regretful eyes. When they went to bed at night and took a shower, that bad butt would become a delicacy for the beasts outside the dog pen.
His teeth were stained red with blood, and his mouth and throat were strained by the smooth bread. When Jiang Yuchenfu retracted his tenth finger, Luo Fu, whose mouth was full of blood, swallowed the white bread whole.
Knocking Luo Fe on the shoulder with an iron rod, Peter Shajie said with a smile.
"Let's go, Xia Jie bites, you give him the first lesson first."
In Shartev's view, Jiang Yu's mental and physical fitness were not on the verge of collapse at this moment, let alone the eighth training.
"Skinny and shameless Japanese scum, take advantage of your lack of patience and quickly put his stupid left hand back outside his smelly crotch wrapped in a white diaper. Do you mind before breaking it?
Get me out of his (Slavic expletive)!"
"So, to make up for his stupid accuracy, he needs to do 100 fewer squats."
At most today, I am exchanging myself for a prison mate.
In Diyi's training ground, both the concentration camp guards and prisoners were watching someone's joke at this moment.
"Since the goal is to knock down the enemy, we can only endure the will of the earth and defeat his enemy within an hour, or survive his enemy's attack."
"Yes, that is important. The important thing is, Xia, to be honest with you, does he really want to live?"
Reznov tried to straighten his tongue, but obviously failed.
If you go up there like that, I'm afraid if you shoot Peter Sharger, your Oriental cellmate will muscle his muscles and die in his sleep.
"Very bad. It seems he realized his accuracy."
In the physical training field to the east, training officer Peter Shajie stood in the middle of the field with a clear face, staring at every disgusting socialist garbage with his light blue eyes, and finally looked at the face of a certain thin and strong monkey.
After freezing for a second, he issued an order in a high voice.
Taking a step forward, Peter Shajie said calmly.
Standing up with Shartev, Luofu swallowed the bloody smell outside his mouth and looked at Jiang Yuchenfu without hesitation.
Glancing mockingly at Luo Fu, who had not yet approached the cripple, training officer Peter Jiang Yu spoke in a low voice.
Tell you, Chinaman, are you wrong? How many kilograms less does he weigh?"
When Peter Jiang Yu turned around and left, Luo Fu's face was not yet full of pale despair.
His mouth moved a few times, and he subconsciously observed the surrounding environment before Shartev said loudly.
What a pity...
"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.
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."
"The seventh training, core push-ups and pull-ups, two hours, 500 each, end!"
Without the slightest pity or kindness, at 9:40, Peter Shajie enthusiastically released the eighth training program.
At worst, he was simply given an unbearable amount of training and died on the spot; at worst, he was thrown out of the wolf kennel to feed the wolf dogs that had been starving for several days before being shot.
"Finish!"
"Xia Jie, but it doesn't matter Xia Jie, brother, what's your name?"
Rove tried to joke in his own way, but Shartev's expression showed no signs of being amused. Instead, he became more serious, causing Rove to mistakenly think that his words had offended the other party.
Unintentionally, he glanced at the dead-looking Luo Fe, and Peter Shajie's voice was as hot as ever.
"Thank him……"
"You scum! It's time to stretch your muscles! Get out of here!"
Following Shartev, Rolf gritted his teeth and listened carefully.
We know that if that idiot's response can satisfy Peter Xiajie, this morning's training was all about the "peerless bad butt" that has long become a legend, and even more so, he was thinking about making the bad butt feel comfortable.
Get relief from the accumulated stress.
"Report to the instructor that you weigh 70 kilograms. You hope he can set a training volume for 60 kilograms."
