A big handful of snow.

Soon, the remaining body heat and blood flowing from the hands of the prisoner of war melted the snow, and then a wonderful and incredible chemical reaction occurred with the lime, releasing more heat and melting more snow.

"vomit--!"

One of the onlookers vomited out the breakfast first. This vomiting was like a signal. Then more nurses vomited out their breakfast. Even the two members of the firing squad couldn't hold back their physical pain.

of discomfort.

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Weapons, each of them kicked them to the edge.

"What are you doing?" the political commissar asked with a smile, "Just now I thought I was winning against the Germans again."

Imagine

"These two-legged beasts are making weapons"

Mikita pointed to the two daggers poking at the snow, "Victor is using the best way to calm down these animals."

"Who made the dagger?" The political commissar picked up a dagger, looked at it, and threw it aside in disgust.

"They refuse to tell." The head nurse came closer and said, "Both Zhuo Ya and Yin Linni asked just now, but they refused to tell who made the weapons."

"Commissar Krechi, this is a very dangerous signal."

Dr. Gusen said in a businesslike tone, "Comrade Stalin said that ideas are more powerful than weapons, and we will never give weapons to the enemy.

Now that we can find weapons in the shack, it means that there are more weapons in the mine. Since they have weapons, they must have thoughts of resistance. This is a dangerous signal that cannot be ignored and cannot be forgiven."

"Then check it carefully."

The political commissar known as Krechi waved his hand nonchalantly to the soldiers who had just got off the truck behind him to issue an order. Then he turned his attention to the prisoner whose hands were still buried in the bucket and asked curious questions.

, "Vice Captain Victor, how did you prevent him from struggling?"

"He accidentally dislocated his limbs." Wei Ran spread his hands innocently, "It seems his jaw was also dislocated."

“What an unfortunate guy”

Political Commissar Krejci stepped on the snow that was about to completely melt in the iron bucket, and then personally bent down to pick up a pile of snow and threw it into the steaming iron bucket.

Standing up straight and patting the remaining snow on his gloves, Commissar Krechi, who was smiling just a moment ago, said seriously, "Comrade Mikita, Comrade Victor, I will leave this matter to you. Give it to me.

Check carefully to see which bastard is thinking something that scares me."

"Yes!" Weiran and Mikita gave brief and powerful responses in no particular order.

"I'll give you ten...no! Fifty! I'll give you fifty places."

After speaking, Krejci stretched out his hand, "However, I only give you three days to resolve this matter. If you don't have an answer that satisfies me after three days, you two will lead the firing squad to sleep in the trench."

!”

Before he finished speaking, Political Commissar Krechi patted Wei Ran on the shoulder with satisfaction, "Vice Captain Victor, you did a very good job. We should make these magical silkworms feel fear from the bottom of their hearts, so that they can feel fear every time.

Every time they have a nightmare, they will see us first, so that they will never dare to raise their weapons towards us."

"Unless you raise your weapon above your head with both hands like the French," Wei Ran subconsciously added.

Political Commissar Krejci was stunned, then laughed breathlessly and slapped the hood of the jeep hard, "Victor! Haha! Victor! I like your jokes! Yes.

!Unless, like the French, you hold your weapon above your head with both hands."

"This is the funniest joke I've heard this year"

Dr. Gusen, who was standing aside, then said, "Mikita, for the sake of this joke, after today's work is over, remember to go find me for a drink with Victor."

"As long as you prepare the vodka, we will definitely go." Mikita responded with a smile.

"I'll leave this to you"

Krejci, who almost burst into tears with laughter, pointed at the tortured prisoner and said, "Let him continue to moan, Victor, don't let him stop until today's work is over."

"no problem"

Wei Ran agreed with a smile, until he watched Political Commissar Krechi and Dr. Gusen leave in the same jeep, then he pretended to be emotional and said, "Commissar Krechi's attitude towards these animals is really kind."

"certainly"

Mikita put his arm around Wei Ran's shoulders and explained with a smile, "You must not know where Commissar Krechi came from before."

"where?"

Wei Ran asked with great interest, and at the same time he did not forget to grab a handful of quicklime and press it on one of the captive's eyes, causing it to continue to scream in agony.

As for whether the prisoner was innocent, whether he wanted to tell her, or even the answers to questions such as who made the two daggers, Wei Ran didn't care at all.

Even not only he didn't care, Mikita didn't care either, the head nurse next to him, the members of the firing squad and the nurses didn't care either. Because it wasn't important at all to find the person who forged the dagger, only to eliminate the rebellious thoughts of those prisoners of war.

is the core question.

"He participated in the Battle of Nomonhan. Do you know about the Battle of Nomonhan?"

Mikita lit a cigarette and continued while smoking, "Commissar Krechi used to be a squad leader of the 152nd Infantry Division. He was also the first person to bring prisoners of war to build Mine No. 52. It is said that World War II had just begun.

At the end, there are still many Germans sent here."

The head nurse came over, asked Mikita for a cigarette, lit it, and added, "Comrade Comrade Political Commissar's brother died in that battle."

"Most of the Mongolians in the firing squad also lost their relatives in that battle."

Mikita glanced at the head nurse beside her, and continued in a calm tone, "Except for me, the rest, including the Pontiac head nurse, seem to have been specially selected by the political commissar comrades."

"It seems that Captain Mikita is well informed," the head nurse said meaningfully.

Mikita smiled and said, "In other places, there will be no special firing squads, let alone the firing squads involved in the management of prisoners of war."

"We will not strongly support Dr. Goosen's use of prisoners of war for psychological and behavioral experiments."

After the head nurse finished speaking, she pressed the cigarette butt directly on the face of the tortured prisoner, and walked away while screaming, "Victor, if you have time in the evening, we can have a drink together. I'm curious about why you can speak Chinese. Also,

, I have also left the health inspection work to you to help take care of it, I have to go back and do other things."

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Mikita flattered her with a playful smile, "Mr. Pontiac is indeed an angel sent by Comrade Stalin."

"I think so"

The head nurse responded perfunctorily, and walked across the concrete bridge to the two tall sculptures on the opposite side of the trench while screaming hoarsely.

“This is really a paradise for devils”

Wei Ran muttered secretly, there were political commissar Krechi and Su Shengnan's head nurse in Mine No. 52, and he would not be surprised if all the prisoners of war here died one day.

"Victor, this animal has stopped barking." Mikita reminded from the side.

"It has another eye."

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already grabbed a handful of quicklime and pressed it on the other eye of the prisoner of war. At the same time, he signaled the two pale-faced members of the firing squad to pull the hands of the prisoner of war out of the lime bucket and turned around.

Put your feet in.

He ignored the looks of fear in the eyes of the nurses and executioners around him, and he paid no attention to the serious fear of the prisoners of war around him.

Wei Ran meticulously carried out the orders of the Political Commissar of Mine No. 52 and used all the torture methods on the prisoner of war that he had never had the chance to try before. However, from beginning to end, he never asked the busty nurse Yin Linni or Zhuo Ya to help ask any questions.

one question.

But even so, among the first two groups of prisoners of war brought, some were already kneeling on the ground, pressing their foreheads against the cold snow, crying and saying something.

Seeing both Wei Ran and Mikita looking at her, female nurse Zhuo Ya spread her hands and said, "They said that those knives were used for seppuku and were made by a prisoner numbered 589."

"What did you say?" Wei Ran pretended to pick his ears, "I didn't hear it."

Mikita stopped Zoya who was about to speak, followed the example of the head nurse, pressed the cigarette butt on the prisoner of war, and said with a smile, "Zoya said that he would go with us to have a drink with Dr. Gusen in the evening."
Chapter completed!