In a dormitory with only two beds, the hot old-fashioned radiator bakes the shoes and socks placed on it, which also makes the dormitory inevitably filled with the smell of stinky feet.

Beside the bed, Wei Ran put down the red plastic notebook in his hand, stood up, closed the door, and looked around the room carefully.

It can be seen that Mikita has lived here for a long time. There is a flower of unknown species planted in the flowerpot on the window sill. The wall next to the window is also covered with pictures of Mikita and his sister, as well as with him.

Photos of female nurse Zhuo Ya.

In addition, there is an SKS semi-automatic rifle mounted on a pair of antlers fixed on the other wall above the bed.

Looking at myself again, there is also a semi-automatic rifle mounted on antlers on the wall above the bed. Although there are no photos on the other wall, there is a complete set of liquids for developing film and the like on the table at the end of the bed.

Try opening the metal cabinet near your bed. In addition to some changes of clothes, there are toiletries such as razors.

Unwilling to give up, he opened the cabinet between the two beds. In addition to a large box of Nagant bullets, there were also some miscellaneous items such as flashlights, binoculars, and ink. In the center of the table, there was Stalin's

A bust, books with bookmarks, a radio made in Germany, and an old-fashioned alarm clock.

After closing the drawers and cabinet doors, Wei Ran opened Mikita's iron cabinet again. As expected, it was no different from his own. There were just a lot of various cans and a large box full of vodka inside.

Finally, opening the other party's plastic notebook, Wei Ran discovered that on the last page with words, there were two simple lines of writing written on it:

January 8th - 1 person

No. 348, the mining task did not meet the standards.

"There are so many ways to die"

Wei Ran smacked his lips, put away the other party's work records, stood up, walked to the door and opened the door that was locked by him.

However, what he didn't expect was that just as he opened the door, there happened to be a short black-haired man wearing prison uniform and only socks on his feet, cleaning the corridor with a big brush. When he saw

The moment Wei Ran came out, the man immediately leaned against the wall and bowed, exposing his own head.

"Snapped!"

Wei Ran threw his hand and gave the man a hard blow on the back of his head, and deliberately cursed, "Damn it, you scared me!"

However, when the big ear was scraped, the man in prison uniform bent even lower after regaining his balance.

Are you really a devil?

Wei Ran muttered to himself, but at the same time he did not forget to kick the opponent to the ground, and at the same time, he also kicked over the small iron bucket containing garbage behind him.

Wei Ran slowly locked the door. When he passed by the other party, he knelt down and ignored the fleeting hatred in the other party's eyes. He lowered his voice and said with a smile, "This kick is considered interest. I will take good care of it in the next few days."

Take care of you."

Regardless of whether the other party could understand Chinese, Wei Ran, who knew that his consciousness was not high enough, stood up in a comfortable mood and curiously walked around the three-story building he had explored.

I have to say that this place is really small and well-equipped. In addition to the canteen, sauna and bathroom on the first floor, there is also a not-so-large reading room and a room with four billiard tables. The second floor

The first and third floors are all dormitories next to each other. At most, there is only a locked armory at the stairwell of each floor.

These dormitories range from large dormitories with more than ten people to one room, to double dormitories like the ones Weiran and Mikita lived in, and even a few single dormitories that seemed to have offices.

After observing the room directions and building directions posted at the stairway, Wei Ran discovered that there was another building closest to the two statues that not only had basketball courts and tennis courts, but also a swimming pool and

Cinemas and even shops, barber shops and other functions.

It's a pity that these Soviet soldiers at this time must not have known that this place would soon be completely abandoned, and then turn into a den of wolves in a very short period of time, and this would continue until it was forgotten forever.

In addition to being surprised by the complete facilities here, Wei Ran also discovered that there were more than a dozen Japanese prisoners of war active in the building where they lived. Some of these prisoners of war wearing gray prison uniforms were responsible for the sanitation of the entire building.

Some helped in the kitchen in the cafeteria, and some even lined up in a row and carefully washed the mountains of clothes by hand.

As for the Soviets in this building, they had a pretty good attitude towards these prisoners of war. Some prisoners of war who were brave enough to speak a few words in Russian could even get a cigarette or half a glass of wine from those Soviets who were in a good mood to satisfy their cravings.

The harvest didn't stop there. When Wei Ran walked around, he was surprised to find that in addition to holding the rank of lieutenant, he seemed to be the deputy captain of the firing squad.

As I walked upstairs and downstairs, not only did the Soviet soldiers greet me enthusiastically, but the attitude of the Japanese prisoners of war was also reserved with undisguised fear and disgust hidden deep in their eyes.

Having seen enough novels, when Wei Ran returned to the dormitory, Mikita was already lying on the bed and snoring. On the table of the bedside table, there was also a Nagant revolver and a remaining weapon.

A wine-smelling enamel jar.

Since I am the deputy captain...that means Mikita is the chief of the firing squad?

Wei Ran glanced at his roommate, who was snoring loudly, and lay down on his bed. He covered himself with a blanket and closed his eyes, falling asleep with the anticipation of work the next day.

After an unknown amount of time, when the alarm clock woke him up, Mikita's hand reached out from the blanket and placed it on the alarm clock exactly at the same time.

Yawning, they all got up from the bed. Wei Ran put on his uniform happily, and Hu washed up like he was doing something else. He picked up the blue-gray Shapka winter hat on the bedside and buckled it on his head, and then put on a soft hat.

He put the sheepskin gloves on, lit the hand warmer and put it in his jacket pocket. Finally, he tied the holster around his waist and followed Mikita's example, putting the small red plastic book on the table into his arms.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Victor, you seem to be very happy today?" Mikita asked curiously while pouring vodka into his wine bottle.

"I am indeed very happy." Wei Ran asked casually while checking the revolver, "What day is it today?"

"Number"

Mikita sipped the small funnel of the wine flask, "If we were drinking with Gusen yesterday, then today would be the 10th."

"I thought I slept for two days."

Wei Ran explained vaguely, followed the other person out and asked casually, "What are the plans for today?"

“What else can be arranged?”

There was resistance to his job in Mikita's tone, "Patrols, inspections, and shooting of damn two-legged animals. Isn't it like this every day?"

"How many people have you killed?" Wei Ran continued to ask curiously.

"Why do you ask this question?" Mikita asked with a strange glance at the man following behind.

"There's always something to talk about, right?"

"That's right."

Mikita nodded, patted his chest and replied, "Before I started using this notebook, I once counted the number of prisoners shot in those previous notebooks. There were 1,099 in total, one short of 1,100.

"

"So many?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.

“On average, there aren’t many every year.”

Mikita took Wei Ran downstairs and walked into the cafeteria. While cooking, he said, "But since Gusen's opinion was adopted and only the captain of the firing squad has the right to shoot prisoners, although there are fewer people dying, the workload has increased."

too much."

"It's better than those team members," Wei Ran responded following the words.

“It’s definitely better than them”

Mikita nodded in agreement, "I don't want to have to judge who deserves to die and who should be locked up in the mine one by one. The multiple-choice question is too difficult for me."

“But pulling the trigger is easy.”

Wei Ran continued to follow the conversation, secretly looking forward to getting more things out of the other party's mouth. After all, this was the first time in so many times that he had "become an official" in a historical episode.

Naturally, we should pay more attention to it.

"But it was so simple to pull the trigger, and because of Gusen's suggestion, the number of shots increased from one to five."

Mikita said with some complaints, "I really don't understand what he thinks. In the past, it was enough to shoot a prisoner in the head, but now he has to make them scream for at least a minute."

"What the hell is such a good thing?"

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows and was about to say something when a bearded soldier came over to the table they had just chosen, carrying a dinner plate.

"Captain Mikita, Captain Victor." The bearded soldier sat down and greeted warmly, "Today we captured a group of mining tyrants."

"Tell me about the situation"

As Mikita spoke, he took out the wine bottle and took a sip, then handed the wine bottle to the bearded soldier who came over.

The bearded soldier took a sip from the wine bottle, "It's similar to what we caught last time. They rob other prisoners' work results in the mine every day, but they find a place to hide and rest. According to our investigation, this kind of thing has already happened

It lasted for almost two months.”

"Are there any other situations?" Mikita took the returned wine bottle and said with a hint of questioning, "If this was the case, you should have discovered it long ago."

“It has indeed been discovered a long time ago”

The bearded man nodded, "In addition, these people have been robbing other prisoners of food. We found about 50 kilograms of salted potatoes and ten pickled fish in the mine where they worked. According to our guess,

These people are probably preparing to escape."

"How many are there in total?" Wei Ran, who had been listening just now, raised his head and asked.

"40 heads"

"How much?!" Mikita, who didn't care at first, said his voice was too high.

"40 heads"

The bearded man took a bite of the big Leba slices and replied vaguely, "Half the people in the shack participated. The other 30 prisoners of war in the same shack were the targets of their exploitation. They had to pay for every meal."

Bring out a potato."

"Where's the shack manager?" Mikita asked gloomily after finishing a piece of bread in two or three bites.

The bearded man spread his hands and said, "It was buried by the collapsed mine two months ago. The newly elected administrator is the leader of this group of mining tyrants. According to our torture, there are 15 core members in total."
To be continued...