The chained dog cried and begged, "Let me go! I really don't know! I'm really a carpenter!"

"I found something in the cellar." Before Roman could continue to ask, Agafoon had already crawled out of the cellar with a pile of things.

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately looked over, and Roman and Vajim had already stepped on the chain dog's hands with their feet.

When Ajiafeng put down the things he found one by one, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.

Among these items, in addition to a PPK pistol and a chain dog uniform stained with a lot of dust, there was also a black hard horsehide satchel.

Under the frightened eyes of the chained dog, Wei Ran carefully opened the satchel that was stained with a lot of mud.

This bag is not big, but it contains not only a Robert camera, but also several matching lenses and film sealing tubes of different lengths in the compartment. In addition, there is a small gold bar and a watch.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Roman and others may not know it, but Wei Ran, who majored in war history and studied at the Hongqi Forest Farm, knows it very well. This camera, especially the matching long ones

Focus and super telephoto lenses were rare gadgets exclusively used by German spies and military reconnaissance personnel operating behind enemy lines during World War II!

"These things were found in the potato pile below," Agafoon said, and took out a bunch of gold and silver rings from his pocket and threw them into the wooden box. "These gold rings were found in the cracks in the cellar wall.

of."

"Mr. Carpenter, aren't you going to explain?" Roman asked, squatting in front of the prisoner.

"I don't know, I'm really the carpenter of this village." The chained dog was still making its final struggle.

"Looks like we have to talk alone."

Wei Ran suddenly asked in German. At this time, not only the chained dog subconsciously looked at Wei Ran, but also Roman and others were stunned.

"You should know what is happening in the Auschwitz concentration camp that you built yourself, right?"

Wei Ran squatted next to the other person, lightly scratched his belly with his fingernails, and said with a bewitching tone, "Believe me, I am more professional than the doctors in your concentration camp. I will be with you later."

Make a ten centimeter incision on your belly, then cut open the diaphragm to find your intestines and carefully pull them out."

After a slight pause, Wei Ran once again lightly scratched the other person's abdomen with his fingernails. Seeing that the other person shivered subconsciously, he continued speaking unhurriedly in German that only the two of them could understand.

, "Don't worry, my skills are very good. When the time comes, I will use two sewing threads to tie two knots on the same intestine of yours."

Of course! Of course! Don’t be afraid, I will give you an injection of morphine in advance, and you won’t feel pain by then. Let me think about it..."

Wei Ran took off his tank cap, patted his sweat-stained forehead hard, and continued with undisguised madness, excitement and even deep anticipation in his tone and expression, "Then I will remove your intestines from both sides."

Cut it in the middle and pull out the end connected to the stomach bag little by little."

"Stop talking...stop talking!" The chain dog's face was filled with fear.

Wei Ran, however, seemed not to have heard anything. He measured the distance between the position he had just scratched on the opponent's abdomen and his mouth with his hand, and then continued to maintain the same expression and tone as before, adding a hint of seriousness.

, "It seems that our carpenter can understand German. In that case, let me tell you a little secret that only doctors know!"

Wei Ran deliberately paused for a moment, and then slowly frightened the other party, "According to my experience, the human intestine is about four to six meters long. As long as I choose the right location for the incision, as long as I use it at the beginning,

If the sewing thread is tied tightly enough, you won't die in a short time, and you won't even bleed much."

Wei Ran pretended to clear his throat, and continued to intimidate the other party with the routine taught by Gorman, "I will pull out the end connected to the stomach bag and wrap it around your neck first. Then you will feel the pain on your neck.

Until the temperature in your abdominal cavity creates goosebumps. Then I will bring it to your mouth, and then you can taste it..."

"Ugh—" the chain dog, who had been frightened by Wei Ran, spat it out directly.

Wei Ran smiled and continued, "Of course, if you do that, you will definitely die. I guess it will take about a day or two! But in such a hot weather, there will definitely be flies around, and they will be there

Eggs are laid on your intestines, and..."

"Stop talking! Stop talking!"

The chained dog, whose face was pale but with blood, saliva and vomit hanging from the corner of his mouth, cried and begged while vomiting.

"Give you two choices!"

Wei Ran lightly scratched the opponent's stomach with his fingernails again, but this time, the chained dog seemed to use his fingers as a scalpel, twisting his body crazily and struggling.

Hide far away.

"Give you two choices"

Wei Ran, who was squatting on the spot without moving, still said with a smile, "Either answer our questions honestly, or grit your teeth and let me try the genius idea that just popped into your head. If you choose the latter

, I promise not to ask for one more letter."

"I..."

"Please speak Russian." Wei Ran stood up and said the last sentence in German with a smile, "I don't understand German."

"What do you want to ask?" the chained dog asked with a deathly expression on his face.

"Your identity?" Roman looked at Wei Ran first and then asked in Russian.

"The translator in the gendarmerie," the chained dog replied desperately, "is mainly responsible for communicating with the locals."

"Is it to communicate with the captured guerrillas?" Vajim stepped on the opponent's palm hard, "For example, when he tortured them in different ways?"

Seeing that the chained dog didn't speak, Vajim suppressed his anger and said, "Gouge out the eyes, cut off the penis, hang him on a tree to death of thirst, or burn him to death on the street, or even stuff the hands and feet of the guerrillas into the tracks."

Crush! You bastards know so many tricks!

Do you want to try them all one by one? I have seen a lot of corpses that you have tortured and killed."

"Give me a pleasure," the chained dog said in a pleading tone, "Please, kill me quickly!"

"Don't worry yet." Wei Ran picked up the satchel with the camera and asked, "Where did this thing come from?"

"The house next door."

The chained dog wailed and replied, "I went to the nearby house to get them before I hid in the cellar. I just wanted to get some valuable things to survive. I also found those rings, gold bars, and watches inside."

"

"Or should we try another option?" Weiran asked in German.

"What I said is true!"

The chained dog already had a cry in his tone, "I know what will happen to us military policemen if we fall into your hands. I just want to survive. I swear! Everything I say is true!"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! If caught by you, those German soldiers may not say anything else, but they will definitely identify us first. I don’t want to be tortured to death. Please, believe it.

Let me do it! What I tell is the truth!”

"Victor, what did you just say to him?" Roman asked Wei Ran curiously.

Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "I told him a food story and he was moved."

Having said this, he looked at the chained dog again, "Am I right?"

"No! That's right!"

The chain dog responded to Wei Ran with a pale face, and at the same time, he subconsciously twisted his body and hid away from him.

"So don't let the story become reality." Wei Ran squatted down next to the prisoner again, "I ask you one last time, where did the camera come from?"

"In that house, really in that house!" the chain dog cried, repeating the same answer.

"Vadhim, can you lend me the bayonet you just used to cut the bread?"

Wei Ran turned around, turned his back to the prisoner and winked, "Also, help me look for morphine. I remember it was used on a German soldier yesterday."

"I'll go get it for you now!"

Vajim was obviously a clever guy. He immediately limped to the tank cockpit, bent down and took out a greasy bayonet from inside. He turned around and walked in the direction of Wei Ran, talking nonsense in coordination.

He said, "The morphine is gone. You used the last one on the last prisoner yesterday."

"Then there's no way"

Wei Ran took the bayonet from Vajim's hand, deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked the remaining butter on it, squatted next to the prisoner again, and said with pretense of regret, "It seems you can only endure it."

"What I said is true! What I said is all true! I swear on my mother! What I said is all true!" The prisoner repeated with tears in his eyes, and his crotch was also filled with blood.

A strong stinking smell.

Seeing this, Wei Ran gently scratched the opponent's abdominal muscles with the back of his knife, and asked with a smile, "I believe you for now, now tell me who uses that house and who those things belong to."

"Captain Dirk! He's our captain!"

The chained dog looked at the bayonet sliding on his abdominal muscles in horror, and replied with a trembling tone, "He is usually in that house, but he was left last night. I and a few others

The military police always stay to supervise the deserters, and usually...I usually follow him."

Turning his head to look at the expanding urine stain on the opponent's crotch, Wei Ran, who had no intention of taking action, returned the bayonet in his hand to Vajim who was standing aside, stood up and said, "I think what he said should be true.

"

"That's all you know?"

Roman, who had been silent just now, asked. While speaking, he already put his finger on the trigger of the pistol that was hanging low.

The chained dog's expression changed, and he shouted nervously, "I know where Captain Dirk went! I also know that there are a few Ukrainian rotten people working for him! I have seen their faces!"

"It seems you still have some value."

While Roman was speaking, he had already picked up the tattered clothes that the other party had just taken off, balled them up and roughly stuffed them into the chain dog's mouth, and said with a smile, "Help me tie him to the barrel of our tank!"

After we catch up with the main force, we will hand him over to Comrade Political Commissar!
Chapter completed!