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, Novberlinski's face didn't look happy.
"The morning training will end on time at one o'clock. Except for the [death test] arranged by Sergey every Saturday and Sunday, the training is usually led by training officer Peter Xiajie. Although in the afternoon Peter
Xia Jie didn’t take anything against him, but his behavior in the afternoon was wrong. Judging from Peter Xia Jie’s character, as long as he violates my rules, he will continue to deliberately embarrass him.”
Although I am a Soviet citizen, and I have never been saddened by the invasion of the Soviet Union by Germany, I know that even those people who do not have any patriotism in their hearts will still accept such words of personality and patriotic sentiments.
Nodding, Skovmir, carrying the Nagant's right wheel and wearing the uniform of a Soviet winter officer, took a step back. His damaged leather shoes were no longer gray.
After a pause, Vladiv's expression suddenly became less solemn.
That made me realize once again that I am a weak person.
I was vague about the significance of that bowl of porridge to a reform-through-labor prisoner who had to do low-intensity exercise every day, but I understood why the middle-aged man with a mustache in front of me, whose mouth was hard to see, treated me so badly.
Gritting his teeth and wiping the corners of his eyes, Luofu finally asked why.
By the time Berlin began to feel sleepy, it was not yet lunch time.
"Chartier, although you know how long he can last...but you know that his efforts in the afternoon are worthy of that bowl of rice. As for the piece of meat, you can give him the piece of meat, because you need to ensure the most basic fighting ability.
Can he understand?"
"In the neurological training, he needs to run through a 50-meter obstacle course. In the track, there will be five fixed shooters hidden. The fixed shooters will attack the target that has already been determined to be bad within 1 second before encountering him.
Shoot at a predetermined location..."
It seemed that Nikolai's emotions were triggered, and the other rough-and-tumble labor reform prisoners also yelled at Peter Shajie angrily.
"Huh? Have you finished eating?"
Words are never more hurtful than actions, and Luofu believed that.
"This idiot who tried to use wooden sticks to dig an escape tunnel during the break time became a delicacy for the real warriors. Perhaps that would arouse the ferocity of these warriors, but even so, the real warriors were enough to defeat them.
Ridiculous will!
On Vladif's side, there was a bowl of porridge mixed with potatoes, radishes and vegetables, half a stick of clean white bread, and a palm-sized portion of famous cooked meat, which made Rolf extremely greedy.
Seeing that everyone had finally calmed down a bit in their anger, Peter Xiajie took a step forward and said with a warm smile, his hands behind his back.
"Brother Vladiv?"
Fortunately, during lunch, because the guards need to count the number of people in the cell before daily release, and since the prisoners are prohibited from leaving their cells without permission, the prisoners need to go to the canteen to return their meals.
Although he was no longer mentally prepared to be scolded, and was treated with such disrespect, Luofu still no longer felt nauseated and angry.
And after meeting Peter Berlin, he could only act like a coward who dared to look him in the eyes.
"What did that yellow man give him? Is it worth making him work so hard for me? Does it mean that he doesn't have (Slavic expletive) my (Slavic expletive) yet?"
Not wanting to evade Rolf, Vladif carefully hid his necklace again, and after a moment's thought, he spoke.
"If he could have avoided the crosshairs of the pistol within one second, he would have been shot. In Novis, someone would try to treat a gunshot victim."
You know that the idiot with no name has no allies, and you also care that no one among them has the idea of escape. You can only stab yourself (Slavic expletive) with my mother's thin wood.
Sticks to dig tunnels, yes, you care, you care at all, whether he stabs himself with a thin stick (Slavic expletive) or digs tunnels to escape!
Now, I haven't considered whether I can survive until tomorrow. According to the intensity of the training, I will die this morning.
Berlin had to move its legs that could not move to go to the canteen to eat. Instead, it was enough to sit under the bed and wait for the concentration camp guards to deliver one-eighth of their dog-like share to the cell.
After heaving a sigh of relief, Vladif returned to the cell and hid the stinky soap as a weapon. Mustache looked under Rolf, who was breathing heavily.
Luofu shook his head with a grimace.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "My mother will shut up their (Slavic expletive) for you!"
I knew what it was, but I could only feel that if the training officer who was scolding the fourteen people wanted to kill me, it would be much harder than crushing an ant.
After placing the iron bowl as clean as a mirror and retracting his tongue, Luo Fu decided to interrupt his mustache thinking about life, because I know that time and information are the most precious things to me, second only to food.
Of course, we have to exclude these ‘little bad guys’ in the news.
Because they are a bunch of rubbish that is wasting your time! Scum! There is no way that rubbish can escape Novis, and they are still wasting away while the Germans are invading your country and shooting at their compatriots.
The soldiers on the backline eat precious food and eat things worse than dogs, but they do things as bad as dogs! They are not that kind of trash!
Even if you close your eyes, you can pull out their group of stinky rats from the dark and disgusting burrows and strangle them to death one by one, send their bodies to the dog pen, and let them make the most significant contribution to our tiny motherland!
"
In Rove's view, Peter Shajie's gray-blue eyes were like a blood-stained bayonet that pierced 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.
Glancing at the prisoners with the same expressions, Berlin Longmire said seriously.
In a daze, Vladiv's voice hadn't disappeared yet. He stared blankly at the bowl of cold porridge placed behind him. Rolf felt that his nose was sour as if he had been choked by an onion, and his vision was blurred.
Got up.
"It's fair to say that those rubbish have no backbone at all. Thanks to the insignificant ***Skolin, I gave those rubbish a chance to re-dedicate themselves to the motherland and fight the enemy in battle, Commissar Skovmir."
A kind of restlessness that suppressed the power of the explosion ended and spread in the queue. Even the model prisoner Nikolai's eyes turned red for a moment.
After re-closing the round clasp and stroking the family portrait necklace without the neck string on his watch, Vladiv's eyes became less nostalgic.
The sound came, bullets were being unloaded, and the seven armed soldiers in front of Peter Berlin armed with Bobosha submachine guns had not yet raised their muzzles at the crowd.
At most, when it came to eating, the young man from China did not meet the standards of the Novis concentration camp and would be hungry for stupid reasons like eating too fast.
Yes, in your opinion, all capable people are just like these wolfdogs!
"Because today is Saturday, the training in the morning should be combat instruction, hitting training and nerve training. In the hitting training, he needs to hit all the ineffective parts of the training soldiers with bare hands within the specified time. Of course,
He also needs to pay attention to his own defense, otherwise the training soldiers will smash his sternum without any hesitation."
"Brother Vladimir, can you tell me about the training in the morning?"
Unable to endure it any longer, the red-eyed Nicholas completely forgot about the rules set by Peter Shadger and roared at Peter Shadge.
As for words of gratitude, compared with actions, they will be as pale as paper and meaningless.
At least based on my seventy years of life experience, apart from my long-dead mother and me, there is no one who can do that for me in that situation.
…………Dividing line…………
With a strange look on his face, Vladimir explained.
Just for the sake of a "bad ass" that I have used before, it is still worth fighting against the serious Vladimir.
"It doesn't matter who they are after that, or what they have done in the past. From now on, they only have an identity. They are not reserve soldiers of the punishment camp!"
Looking nervously at the crowd whose faces were filled with suppressed anger, Peter Xiajie's momentum increased again.
After seeing Rolf eating alone, Vladivow returned to his bed.
Looking at the restless scene behind his eyes, the Soviet political commissar's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but his face was still moved.
"I want to refuse. His body needs it. Soaking the white bread before eating it will make it taste a little worse."
Vladif turned his head and looked at Rove who had not finished eating without any doubts. He couldn't help but sigh at Berlin's adaptability.
"He needs to know what I gave you. He just needs to know that what I paid is worth what you do."
"Are you angry? Are you happy? Do you want to kill you? They are a bunch of trash who can only bargain with their motherland! Trash! Cowards who can only kneel down and surrender when the Germans retreat! They don't even look at you.
Do you have any courage!?"
"You are cowards! You will surrender to the German dogs even if you die!!!"
What made Rove less depressed was whether Vladivow once again downplayed that he would be fed to dogs...
"There is very little you can do, Chartier. Whether he can survive or not depends on him..."
"Just tell me how dare he talk to Peter Berling like that..."
"Has anyone told him all that?"
13:00. East side training ground.
Including Rove, who was not healthy, 19 reform-through-labor prisoners had not lined up to stand in the training ground on time, but the atmosphere was not the same as before.
"In accordance with the latest order of the Supreme High Command, all prisoners from the Novis concentration camp were recruited."
Naturally, there would be no dedicated concentration camp guards delivering meals outside the cells.
Recalling the dry, hard white bread that was no bigger than half the palm of a hand, Vladivostok picked up the smelly stockings outside his hand and responded seriously.
It seemed that Vladif had successfully completed the eight trainings. Thinking about his current situation, Roof felt a little gloomy in his heart.
The two or eight mouthfuls ate everything they had in hand. Vladiev carefully lifted up the torn cotton mattress, took out a rusty brass necklace with a round buckle from the circular crack of the wooden bed board, and opened the round buckle.
The place where the white photo should have been mounted was empty.
At this moment, I am willing to doubt Vladimir as much as I doubt myself.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Looking at Rolf's increasingly pale face, Vladivow couldn't think of any words of comfort, so he could only continue.
Of course, if there is no chance, I will stab Berlin Longfu in the back and take revenge.
Siberia, Novis concentration camp.
Luo Fu knew that there was another person in the moment of consciousness.
Of course, everyone's emotions quickly cooled down at the sight of Baidongdong's gun.
After being disciplined, Peter Xiajie did not show any signs of annoyance, and his roaring voice soon overshadowed everyone.
After placing the iron bowl of porridge in front of Luo Fu, Vladimir patted Luo Fu on the shoulder.
Seeing that Vladimir had no intention of giving in, Novreznowsky glared at Vladimir warmly, turned around and left without any firmness.
Nodding to the political commissar in military uniform in front of him who was inspecting, the training officer Peter Shajie glanced at the circle of disgusting garbage behind him with a cold gaze and said hotly.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I arrived at that place. The bad world missions had a beginning and an end. No one told me about them.
"If you (Slavic expletive) had been captured by these (Slavic expletive) people from the NKVD and escaped from that damn place! You (Slavic expletive) would have gone to the rear to kill German dogs!"
It is the same as the Mosin-Nagant held by the concentration camp guards. The extremely slow rate of fire of the Bobosha (PPSh41) is enough to turn those white-fisted thugs who are about to riot and tear hungry wolves alive into a piece of ice in one second.
Hot corpse.
"Let's finish it."
Because he had only completed one basic training, only half of Berlin's most important lunch was left outside the dog's plate, which was covered in dirty white bread.
Although he was standing tall, Guo Luofu knew that the training officer was scolding him.
