Hole."

Mikita, who was walking at the front, also led the prisoners of war and Wei Ran, who was walking at the end, all the way to the entrance of "Mining No. 52 Mine No. 5" and stepped into a monkey who was about to walk into the mine.

Followed by the monkey cart, the prisoners of war who were also familiar with the route got on the monkey cart one after another, keeping two distances from Mikita.

After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran quickly stepped onto the monkey cart, letting the brightly lit mine entrance swallow them up one by one amid the rhythmic clanking and shaking.

The entrance of this mine is extremely spacious. There are a row of wooden shelves placed against the walls on both sides. They are filled with mining lamps and various manual mining tools. There is even a wooden house on the side of the entrance. The roof of the house

Not only does the chimney extend all the way out of the mine, but through the large glass windows, you can also see two Soviet soldiers sitting on chairs on duty.

But Mikita had no intention of getting off the car. He just rode the monkey cart all the way down, entering one fork after another under the dim light of the miner's lamp.

Along the way, all Wei Ran could see were prisoners of war one after another wearing only loincloths and miner's lamps. They bent their waists and carried out the ore collected entirely by manpower from branch mines one after another.

Enter the minecart, and once you have enough, push it onto the narrow track and hook up the winch.

He even saw a few prisoners of war who were naked and covered in stolen goods, with shackles on their feet, and the shackles were nailed to the crevices by iron chains. When Mikita passed by them, he even took down a bag of

The potatoes boiled in salt water were thrown away as if they were being fed to a dog.

Resisting the curiosity in his heart, Wei Ran kept these beast-like prisoners of war in mind, and patiently followed Mikita into branch after branch, and finally stopped at the entrance of a mine next to a waterhole.

The entrance and exit of this mine can only accommodate one mine cart at most, but after Wei Ranmao bent down and entered, he immediately noticed something strange.

Apart from anything else, at least the lighting here is much better than outside, the warmth is much warmer, and even though the height is high enough for people to stand straight, they still don't have to worry about their heads hitting the grille of the miner's lamp.

Look at the miner's lamp hanging on the wall on the left, and then look at the row of wooden cabinets with numbers written on the wall on the right. Just when Wei Ran was about to say something, Mikita at the front also blew his whistle.

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"beep--!"

The sharp whistle echoed repeatedly in the mine, and the knocking sound in the depths of the mine stopped abruptly. At the same time, the No. 40 prisoner of war who followed in also found their respective places at the same time as the whistle sounded.

They took off their clothes and put them in the cupboard, then took a towel from inside and put it around their necks. Wearing only a crotch cloth and a pair of Soviet boots, they lined up against the wall again.

Almost in front and back, groups of prisoners of war carrying pickaxes on their shoulders, crotch cloths wrapped around their waists, towels hanging around their necks, and wearing military boots came out looking tired.

Without any command at all, these obviously domesticated prisoners of war automatically lined up in a row, separated by the mine cart filled with ore, and handed the pickaxes in their hands to the prisoners of war who came down with Wei Ran and Mikita.

The prisoners of war who had received the tools also walked into the mine silently without any instructions. Not long after, the noisy knocking sound was heard again in the mine that had just quieted down.

At the same time, Mikita also blew the whistle again, and the prisoners of war who had just handed over the work immediately took off their shoes, lined up to get out of the mine, and jumped into the pool outside the hole like dumplings, carefully

Cleaning the dust and sweat from the body.

However, a middle-aged prisoner of war who was walking at the end stopped next to Mikita, took a small Bakelite tube about the size of a toothpick holder from his neck, unscrewed it, and handed it to Mikita who was holding a flashlight.

Seeing this, Wei Ran went up to take a look without any trace, only to find that only two or three small stones the size of soybeans poured out of the small tube.

"How come today's harvest is so little? Are you lazy?"

Mikita asked dissatisfiedly. While speaking, he threw the small stones in his hand into the cowhide holster one by one.

"No, absolutely not, we have been working hard all day!"

The middle-aged prisoner of war nervously replied in Russian, "There is a fault in that vein, so please give us more time. After we dig out the fault and find the vein again, we will definitely resume the previous production."

"You already used this excuse last week."

Mikita patted the holster on his waist, "I don't have much patience, but I am still willing to give you three days. If the output is still only this much after three days, I will not only reduce your food supply

Half, your right to communicate with your family will also be revoked."

"I promise, we will definitely hand over more harvests in three days!" The middle-aged prisoner of war quickly made a promise.

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While Mikita was talking, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and lit one. Then he didn't say anything and just stood under the vent, smoking one after another.

And the middle-aged prisoner of war didn't dare to leave at all, or even raise his head, and just let Mikita spit puffs of second-hand smoke into his face.

In contrast, Wei Ran didn't have so many scruples. Seeing that Mikita didn't seem to be prepared to stop him, he simply took a few steps deeper into the mine.

Contrary to his expectations, this set of mines was not only extremely spacious, but also had a length of at least hundreds of meters. There were even new branches extending out at certain locations. And those knocking sounds all came from one of the branches.

Cha Mine.

Looking behind him, Wei Ran bent down and got into the fork. At a glance, he saw the prisoner-of-war miners who were hammering hard on the rock wall, and behind them, several prisoners-of-war were guarding the knocked-out ore, looking for something.

This method is too primitive...

Wei Ran shook his head secretly and returned to Mikita's side along the same route.

After a while, the latter had already flicked away the cigarette butts. The prisoners of war who had gone out to take a shower also walked back with their buttocks wet and carrying wet crotch cloths. They worked together to hang the mine carts filled with ore onto the winch, and then started again.

After letting Mikita conduct a detailed inspection of them, he followed Wei Ran on the monkey cart and began to retreat to the surface.

It took more than an hour to go up and down. The prisoners who came back were also divided into groups of 20. Each of them worked hard to get a piece of food from the back of the truck driven by the bearded soldier Paulide.

When all the prisoners of war returned to their shacks, Wei Ran also got into the cab of the truck at Mikita's urging.

Almost as soon as the door closed, the bearded Paulide stepped on the accelerator, drove the truck through the concrete wall on the trench and left the prisoner-of-war camp, finally stopping under the dormitory building.

However, before the car turned off, Wei Ran found that the head nurse was already standing at the door, waving to him from a distance.

"It seems that Comrade Stalin's angel, Matron Pontiac, can't wait to have a drink with Vice Captain Victor." Mikita teased with a smile.

"If you want to drink, you can come over and have a drink." Wei Ran opened the car door as he spoke.

"I'll forget it"

Mikita patted the holster on his waist and reminded pointedly, "Victor, you should drink less. Pontiac drinks more than me and Goosen."

"Don't worry, I'll be careful." Wei Ran jumped out of the cab before he finished speaking.
Chapter completed!