Chapter eight hundred and thirty fourth prisoner of war miners
The female soldiers clearly saw their battalion commander and the deputy division commander who suddenly arrived. They immediately ended their rest and lined up neatly under the orders of their squad leader.
Joshua raised his right hand: "Comrades! Take a break! Go back to your work!"
Yang Mingzhi didn't mean to lecture, he was more concerned about this rest stop.
These were several open-top wooden houses, surrounded by two wooden pavilions and several rows of benches. It was approaching evening, the sun was gradually setting, and the sunlight was becoming softer. Yang Mingzhi came to the largest room to rest.
In the room, I sat leisurely on the bench, stroking the somewhat rough chair surface.
There is a large desk here, and its rough shape proves that the carpenter has simply processed the big tree. A telegraph operator is guarding here, and the telegraph machine is temporarily turned off. This person obviously saw the commander coming, and Ma
He quickly turned on the machine again.
Yang Mingzhi didn't pay much attention to him, just smiled and looked at the water dispenser placed on the table.
It is actually a traditional Russian copper drinking vessel with a faucet placed under a metal copper. It should usually be filled with red wine. However, due to the current shortage of supplies, it is naturally filled with ordinary drinking water.
Yang Mingzhi is not thirsty, and the water bottle on his waist is still full.
Joshua asked the commander and his guards to sit comfortably at the rest stop for a while while she went to prepare a gas mask herself. Soon, the woman hurriedly returned carrying multiple small iron buckets.
She personally presented an iron bucket, quickly opened the lid and took out the contents. "Sir! You may have never worn this thing before, so let me teach you..."
"No need!" Yang Mingzhi stood up with a chuckle, "Thank you for your kindness, I know gas masks very well!"
Originally, this thing was a "fool-type" thing. Hitler basically had a serious psychological shadow because he was almost blinded by chlorine gas. Therefore, not only did the German soldiers have to carry this iron bucket, but the military police would also look for the guy who threw away the iron bucket everywhere.
One of its design concepts is to allow soldiers to quickly learn how to use it and wear it quickly. Because if the enemy's gas bomb is really hit, the reaction time will only be a few seconds.
And Yang Mingzhi knows this thing very well. It's not that he has studied it on his own, but that in that plane, as a former soldier, he has learned chemical defense training. It is necessary to combine the mask, portable oxygen bag and anti-chemical training in a very short period of time.
Even if Yang Mingzhi's training results are not among the best, they are still fully up to standard.
In the astonishment of Qiao Shuya and other women, Yang Mingzhi finished wearing it in just five seconds and even checked whether the filter tank was tightened.
In contrast, Abram and the other three had a lot of troubles. It was either that they didn't know how to use it, or that they finally wore it on their heads because they rarely played with it.
Joshua smiled and put on the mask.
In this way, the masks all have the same style, and they hardly recognize each other. They can only identify each other by their body shape, military uniform style and medals.
"Okay! It's time to go down to the mining area! Joshua, lead the way!" Yang Mingzhi flicked his neck again and ordered: "Abram, you know what to do!"
"Yes sir, we can shoot at any time! Keep you safe!"
Abram and his two men unloaded the ammunition again, checked that the ammunition clicked and installed it back, and then followed Yang Mingzhi's footsteps.
The prisoners of war were mining. This was heavy manual labor and they had to endure poisonous gases, so what threat did they have? Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but despise these guys. Could he not have to carry his own rifle? But it would not work if he did not carry it.
The guards have always been very responsible.
The boundary between the mine and the grassland is not very clear. Yellow and white stones gradually replaced the green grass and black soil. The earth is no longer soft, and there is a creaking sound where everyone steps on it.
Because he was wearing a gas mask, Yang Mingzhi could no longer smell the smell. It was really shocking to observe the mine from such a close distance. The water vapor evaporated from the ore, and it was like a big steamer. Yang Mingzhi
He squatted down and gently touched the ground.
"It's really interesting. The ground is still warm! After all, there are hot springs underground!" Yang Mingzhi couldn't help but sigh.
This was the first time he felt in this scene that he was standing on a rare geological hotspot in Belarus. It must remain warm all year round. When the war is over, it is best to develop this place.
After standing up, Yang Mingzhi's attention returned to the prisoners of war. Because the distance was close enough, he could clearly see the faces of the Germans.
The mental outlook of each prisoner of war is not very good. Their clothes are full of dust. The so-called dust is ore powder, which is corrosive!
No one works wearing gloves. This must be an additional requirement of Yelentina, and the purpose is to make the prisoners of war suffer! So the fingers of these people must be covered with protective calluses to cope with the heavy excavation and transportation every day.
Work.
Belarus has a very high dimension, and the highest temperature in mid-April was only a dozen degrees. The prisoners of war were all poorly dressed, and many even chose to go shirtless. They would never feel cold, because the air in the mine was warm.
hot!
Yang Mingzhi was wearing thicker clothes and wearing this mask, and a feeling of heat had already spread in his body.
This is one of my many plans to examine the current situation of the prisoners of war at close range and write a document later. Even if it becomes more and more uncomfortable, I must endure it!
Yang Mingzhi knew very well that prisoners of war did not have much food every day. Engaging in these heavy physical labors, they could easily consume 4,000 calories a day. How could today's prisoners of war get so many calories every day? This is not impossible!
Therefore, the dejection of the prisoners of war is also very obvious. The way they swing their axes is a bit distorted and weak, like chickens pecking at rice. Fortunately, these sulfur mines are not granite, and they can be cut open without much effort.
The sulfur in Novgomel is entirely provided here. The price for producing a large amount of black powder is also the rapid consumption of sulfur resources here. Therefore, many prisoners of war work in large pits more than one meter deep in order to obtain more
For more ore, they have to dig underground.
Yang Mingzhi deliberately observed the demeanor of these prisoners of war, and even stood in a small mining pit for a while.
His eyes noticed a person. Even though this guy's face was covered with dust, Yang Mingzhi still recalled that he had some interactions with this guy.
Because this person was no one else! Yang Mingzhi clearly remembered that he personally captured him. It was just the beginning of winter last year. This person led a group of Soviet traitors and served as "meat detectives" to infiltrate into the hinterland of Pripet Swamp.
Naturally, their entire army was annihilated. Even though this man pretended to be dead, he was still caught by the soldiers.
It was precisely for these reasons that Yang Mingzhi became very excited. Regardless of the fact that he was wearing a mask, he shouted in simple German: "Henschel?! Is that you?"