A guy whose face was covered in blood, with the left side of his face swollen, and wearing civilian clothes, was escorted by soldiers with rifles in front of Yang Mingzhi.
The interrogation of the prisoners of war has begun. Regarding such a new prisoner of war, Yang Mingzhi has a lot of questions in his mind.
The photo-taking came to an end, and the soldiers got out of the car one after another, and all returned to the forest to stand by according to the order.
In the forest, Yang Mingzhi had already interrogated two German soldiers by surprise. His question was very simple, where the arms would be transported. The prisoners of war's answer was also very simple. The final destination of all tanks and artillery was Kiev.
What happened after that was not their group escorting the car.
Kiev, the most important transportation hub in Ukraine, owns this city and has unobstructed transportation lines to the Don River Basin!
Yang Mingzhi sighed and ordered the prisoners of war to be tied up tightly. Although some soldiers wanted to directly shoot them as a burden to the province, the conference had already been held, and all the prisoners of war captured now were sent to prisoner of war camps.
"All of you, don't use violence against these two people! They will be used as labor to dig potatoes and sulfur for us!"
No one dared to disobey the commander's orders. Prisoners of war should not die. If a soldier kicked them out of the blue, they would have nothing to do with them.
Now, another prisoner of war was escorted over, and Yang Mingzhi was shocked. This guy was actually found among the dead.
Tokov did not hide his happiness, and pointed at this guy with contempt and introduced: "Commander! This guy planned to pretend to be dead and get through, but luckily we found him."
Yang Mingzhi narrowed his eyes and asked: "Tokov, are you sure this man is an enemy? Look at his appearance, he is German?!"
"I'm Ukrainian!"
The escorted man had some difficulty speaking because his face was swollen. He continued to speak several times, emphasizing that he was Ukrainian.
"Oh? You can actually speak Russian? Now tell me, who are you?"
"I...I am the train driver, my name is Nikolay Nikolayevich Pirpo..."
"Shut up!" Yang Mingzhi shouted, "You just said you were a train driver? What train are you driving? Where is your destination? Is it Kiev?"
This guy named Pierpolov was very frightened, so he peed his pants when he was so frightened. His crotch was wet, and there were drips of urine, which made all the officers and soldiers laugh!
In this way, everyone, including Yang Mingzhi, understood the identity of this guy.
Yang Mingzhi took out his pistol, which frightened the man so much that he sat down on his own urine, his eyes bursting into tears, and traces of blood flowed out from his face.
The scene got out of control again, and the wild laughter of the crowd could be heard in the forest.
Yang Mingzhi signaled for silence, and continued to say intriguingly: "It seems that you are indeed doing things for the Germans! You have betrayed the people of Ukraine and the people of the Soviet Union. You are a traitor to the great motherland. According to regulations, anyone who exceeds their authority will be executed."
You! But!"
He paused deliberately for fear that the boy would be frightened to death.
"But! I can give you a chance to live, that is, confess everything you know! Although we use thunderous methods against traitors, if there is a real meritorious performance, the death penalty will be exempted! I guarantee my personality,
As long as you provide valuable information, your sins will be forgiven!"
Peronisky, Balzen, Reichev, etc., everyone guessed that the commander might not necessarily believe his own words!
The commander does understand human nature. This guy is a traitor. There are thousands of armed soldiers in front of him. It is completely legal to execute him in public. As long as there is a promise of survival at this moment, no matter how ridiculous it is, people can even judge it at a glance.
If you lie to someone who is about to die, will you not believe it?
The train driver immediately began to confess: "I was ordered to send 980 Jews to the Leopovka concentration camp, where these people will be executed..."
Things turned serious in an instant. Peronsky, who had been laughing so hard just now and almost lost his temper, suddenly fell into a dark face, only because of this guy's confession that opened up his scars.
Yang Mingzhi realized the importance of the matter and immediately ordered Bielski to put away the camera and start his job as a clerk.
The train driver was very shocked that these armed men were all wearing standard Soviet uniforms, especially the officer who was interrogating him. Not to mention that he looked like a Mongolian. The gold star medal on his chest and the gorgeous epaulettes on his shoulders at least proved that
This person is unusual.
Regarding this topic, he continued: "I was ordered to send the Jews to the Leopovka concentration camp, which is a concentration camp located west of Mozyr. It is close to the railway line, and this train will divert at Mozyr.
, send them to their destination.
That concentration camp was not large! Some of the Red Army prisoners captured by the Germans from many places were sent there, or to other concentration camps along the way. Sometimes they were women and children, and these people would be sent to Germany.
But that was the last stop for the Jews."
The content of the driver's confession was shocking, especially making Peronisky extremely manic. Yang Mingzhi glanced at him and asked: "Peronisky, now is not the time to be emotional, we need this person's confession!"
"Yes! I understand! The so-called Leopovka concentration camp is a killing factory! I guess the train driver sent people there and they would be killed soon!"
"Yes! The Germans will kill them quickly!" the driver explained without hesitation. The more he explained, the more bloody the content became!
"According to the plan, these people will arrive at Leopovka at one o'clock this afternoon. The prisoners will be escorted out of the car. The Germans will order them to take off their clothes and then drive them into the concentration camp. They will be asked to take a shower as soon as possible. You know what taking a shower means.
"?" The driver deliberately looked suffocated and stared at Yang Mingzhi.
"The Germans must be using poison gas! I already know this!"
"Yes! It's poison gas! If you hear some rumors from the Germans, I swear, they are all true! The Germans will throw the corpse into the crematorium. In just half an hour, a living person will turn into gray powder
!They mainly executed Jews, and Red Army prisoners of war who fell ill during transportation would also be stuffed into gas chambers, even women and children!
Sir! I have no choice but to work for the Germans. I am a railway worker in Kiev. If I refuse to cooperate with the Germans, they will kill me! Many of my colleagues have been killed by them with great courage, but I...
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"So! You are a coward!" Peronisky was filled with indignation. He had already rushed forward and raised his leg, but when he was about to kick it, he was stopped by the soldiers.
"Calm down our guerrilla captain!" After Yang Mingzhi ordered, he squatted down and looked at the driver.
After what he said just now, the driver seemed less scared, and even his tone of voice became calmer.
Yang Mingzhi said: "The comrade just now was a worker in Mozyr. How could he not be angry when the Germans built a concentration camp and a killing factory near Mozyr? What's more, he knows the tragedy of the killing factory best! Why do you say you are helpless?
What the Germans do, is this why you are a traitor? Your behavior is that of a coward!"
"Yes! I am a coward! Just kill me!"
The driver roared and shook his head. He took off his hat, and tears were streaming down his face.
Maybe he cooperated out of helplessness. Who doesn't want to live in a war? This man's crying is not because he is afraid of death. He is already repenting. If he had thrown the pistol to him, this man might have shot himself.