Henschel was in a trance for a while, looking for the voice and suddenly turned his head, still looking confused.
"Haha! It's you indeed! Your name is Henschel, which is the same name as your country's bomber! I remember!" Yang Mingzhi continued, and he had already determined the identity of this person.
Because of work needs, Yang Mingzhi also had to learn German. Because he originally spoke English well, there were some kinships between English and German, and many nouns were very similar. Under the guidance of the teacher Yelentina, he learned many simple words
I can already describe German sentences, even if they are still very unfamiliar.
Henschel was stunned for a moment, then looked up at the person who spoke with a blank look on his face: "You mean me?"
"Yes! That means you! Henschel, it seems that you are happy to do your current job!"
Henschel was startled. This guy was a tall man, and he knew himself better. This guy's military uniform was very unique, and there was an incredible golden five-pointed star hanging on his heart. Who was he? In short, he must be a high-ranking official.
Trying to recall, this man is a hero of the Soviet Union. As far as he knows, the so-called 284th Guards Division of the Soviet Army has such a title for its supreme commander.
A famous name suddenly flashed through his mind. Henschel's eyes widened and the manuscript ax in his hand fell to the ground.
"Are you the Chinese? Are you Belekov?"
Yang Mingzhi curled his lips, but he was wearing a mask. His image was already weird and serious, and he replied: "Yes! Henschel, I am Berekov. I really didn't expect that among the many prisoners of war, I
I recognized you at first glance! It seems that I am very lucky! Anyway, I have some friendship with you!"
Of course, Yang Mingzhi's trip was not to have a romantic relationship with a prisoner of war.
Regarding collecting information on the current living conditions of the prisoners of war, Joshua's introduction alone is not enough. I have interrogated this Henschel well before, and there is no problem in interrogating him again today.
Yang Mingzhi turned around and ordered to Joshua, who was dressed as a "crow": "Now you can order this prisoner of war to suspend his work! Pull him out of the pit and take him to a resting place."
Immediately, Joshua ordered an overseer dressed as a "crow" to come and do the work. His short stick was extended into the mine, and Henschel was pulled up.
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The work of the majority of prisoner-of-war miners is similar. Some are dedicated to digging holes and cutting out ore, while others are responsible for transporting it. With Henschel, who was slovenly and half-dressed, Yang Mingzhi returned the same way.
Even though this guy was unarmed and looked as slovenly as a beggar, Abram and others still did not dare to neglect him. Three black guns were pointed at Henschel. In a majestic atmosphere, it seemed as if they were going to take him to the execution ground.
Yang Mingzhi glanced sideways at his men and couldn't help but lament this unfortunate prisoner of war.
But Henschel himself was not afraid. He knew that this Chinese was different from those Russians, and he had no intention of killing himself during this trip. When he arrived at the resting place, he casually found a bench and sat down.
With her back arched and her legs crossed, her eyes and expression showed reluctance, weakness and helplessness.
After wearing the mask for a long time, Yang Mingzhi's forehead was already covered with beads of sweat in the sweltering heat. When the mask was taken off and blown by the breeze, he felt really refreshed.
However, as he indulged in such a deep breath, the smell of rotten eggs began to enter his nostrils again.
"Oops! It really stinks! Did the wind direction change and blow the stench from the mine here?"
Abram pointed at the prisoners of war with disdain and said, "Sir! This guy is responsible for the stench! I think he has been in the mine for too long, and his whole body is about to turn into a piece of sulfur."
As soon as he finished speaking, the guards, female soldiers and the supervisors who were watching burst into laughter.
Yang Mingzhi did not smile. He glanced at Henschel and noticed the fluctuations in the man's expression, especially the slight curl of his lips.
German soldiers have dignity. After they surrendered, they were treated as slaves and worked in violation of their dignity. Now they are ridiculed as a smelly stone. Can he not be angry in his heart? But the Soviet soldiers are still pointing at this guy and ridiculing them.
, those vulgar middle-aged supervisors even ignored the presence of the young female soldiers and uttered obscene words without restraint.
Yang Mingzhi frowned and shouted: "That's enough! Shut up, everyone! Go back to your work!"
Disobeying the deputy division commander's order? It was simply seeking death. The chirping female soldiers shut up and retreated one after another.
Henschel's expression improved a little as a result, but he felt uncomfortable physically and started coughing loudly. The range of his movements was shocking.
Yang Mingzhi was stunned for a moment. He was afraid that only patients with pneumonia or tuberculosis could cough like this. This guy was about to spit out his lungs. After an earth-shattering sound, he lay on his lap and covered his mouth with his right hand.
It was unbearable to see people suffering. Yang Mingzhi was not so hard-hearted that he ignored the raw silk of the prisoners of war, so he walked over.
Abram was shocked that his commander was face to face with a prisoner of war, unarmed. Then he ran over quickly, with the butt of his gun on his shoulder, and followed closely.
Yang Mingzhi rolled his eyes at him: "Forget it! Don't worry, this Henschel is different from others, he is not dangerous."
Henschel cocked his head. His brown hair was now frizzy and covered with a lot of dust. Due to long-term exposure to sulfur and lime, his scalp also suffered slow corrosion, and his long-term diet only ensured that
Not starving to death, his originally thick back hair disappeared, and with his head tilted, Yang Mingzhi was shocked to see that this guy was actually somewhat bald!
It wasn't over yet. Henschel slowly raised his head and looked at his right hand. There was some blood on his palm, and he frowned immediately.
Yang Mingzhi saw this scene in shock. This guy suddenly spat out blood?!
"Henshel, are you sick?!"
"Yes! Of course I'm sick!" Henschel rubbed his dusty right hand on the dirty trouser leg and looked at the face of this senior Soviet officer with a wry smile, "You made me live in such a harsh environment?"
Working in the environment, you are the only ones wearing our gas masks! Our bodies are being corroded, and I am not the only one coughing up blood! Although I am indeed hungry, I think I will die of severe pneumonia soon! My life
There’s not much left!”
This man didn't have the strength to roar, he spoke these serious facts coldly.
Yang Mingzhi continued to stare at the man's right hand, which still had some blood stains on it. When mining, sulfur powder would inevitably fly all over the sky. Without any filtering device, their lungs would absorb the powder, causing serious consequences.
Occasionally, stone miners are too lazy to save time and do not take any measures. They forcefully break into the mine to dig and work in a smoky environment for several years. Their lungs are filled with ore powder! This is called pneumoconiosis. People who suffer from this disease
People often die in their forties.
The situation that Henschel encountered was obviously worse. The sulfur powder was corrosive, and they were burning the prisoner's lungs like crazy. If the surface layer of skin has a strong resistance to corrosives, the alveoli are completely defenseless.
I'm afraid pneumonia is just the beginning, followed by tuberculosis, and if it continues, this guy will be buried by midsummer.