By the time the three training sessions were over, the time had already reached eleven o'clock.
As there is at least half an hour of relaxation time before lunch, the reform-through-labor prisoners in the Novis concentration camp can freely move around in various open areas. This is also the best time for the reform-through-labor prisoners to conduct py transactions or explore their own sexual interests, as long as they are not caught.
The guards at the concentration camp discovered that otherwise it wouldn't be someone's butt that would bloom.
But at this moment, Reznov, who heard the footsteps in the corridor, took off his smelly socks, stuffed a ball of hard yellow-black soap hidden in the excrement tube, and carried the long socks.
Reznov blocked the cell door when he opened his mouth.
"Novskovsky, I guarantee him, you can't go in."
Forced back slightly by the breathtaking stench in his socks, Novskovsky frowned, then shook his head with a smile.
"You know, Reznov, you know, you can't save him, and no one can save him except the warden.
You should be able to tell that Sergey hates this East Asian yellow skinner. As a trainer who joined in the middle, he can't complete the basic training at all. In my opinion, he will die in the fighting training in the afternoon. It's better to
Let my brothers be happy before you die, don’t worry, my brothers will appreciate your love."
Seeing Novskovsky's disapproving look, Reznov's face darkened and his tone became even more serious.
"He has paid me protection money, so I have to protect him, Novskov, don't make it difficult for me, brother."
After a moment of silence, Novreznowsky's face didn't look happy.
"Are you angry? Are you happy? Do you want to kill you? They are a bunch of trash who can only bargain with their motherland! Trash! Cowards who can only kneel down and surrender when the Germans retreat! They don't even look at you.
Do you have any courage!?"
Words are never more hurtful than actions, Tao Zhen believed that.
As for words of gratitude, compared with actions, they will be as pale as paper and meaningless.
"In the neurological training, he needs to run through a 50-meter obstacle course. In the track, there will be five fixed shooters hidden. The fixed shooters will attack the target that has already been determined to be bad within 1 second before encountering him.
Shoot at a predetermined location..."
At most, when it came to eating, the young man from China did not meet the standards of the Novis concentration camp and would be hungry for stupid reasons like eating too fast.
"He needs to know what I gave you. He just needs to know that what I paid is worth what you do."
Of course, we have to exclude these ‘little bad guys’ in the news.
"Chartier, although you know how long he can last...but you know that his efforts in the afternoon are worthy of that bowl of rice. As for the piece of meat, you can give him the piece of meat, because you need to ensure the most basic fighting ability.
Can he understand?"
Unable to endure it any longer, the red-eyed Nicholas completely forgot about the rules set by Peter Shajie and roared at Peter Taozhen.
And in front of Peter Xiajie, he could only act like a coward who dared to look directly at him.
Although Tao Zhen was no longer mentally prepared to be scolded and treated with such disrespect, Tao Zhen still no longer felt nauseated and angry.
Because they are a bunch of rubbish that is wasting your time! Scum! Trash have no way of escaping from Novis. They are still wasting away while the Germans are invading your country and shooting at their compatriots.
The soldiers on the backline eat precious food and eat things worse than dogs, but they do things that even dogs do! They are not that kind of garbage!
It is the same as the Mosin-Nagant held by the concentration camp guards. The extremely slow rate of fire of the Bobosha (PPSh41) is enough to turn those white-fisted thugs who are about to riot and tear hungry wolves alive into a piece of ice in one second.
Hot corpse.
"Has anyone told him all that?"
"The training in the morning will be on time at one o'clock. Except for the [death test] arranged by Sergey every Saturday and Sunday, the training is usually led by training officer Peter Shajie. Although in the afternoon
Peter Tao really didn't have anything against him, but his behavior in the afternoon was wrong. Based on Peter Shajie's character, as long as he violates my rules, he will continue to deliberately embarrass him."
With a strange look on his face, Skoffov explained.
After re-closing the round clasp and stroking the family portrait necklace without the neck string on his watch, Skovfu's eyes lost a bit of yearning.
At least based on my seventy years of life experience, apart from my long-dead mother and me, there is no one who can do that for me in that situation.
After being disciplined, Peter Xiajie did not show any signs of annoyance, and his roaring voice soon overshadowed everyone.
"What did that yellow man give him? Is it worth making him work so hard for me? Does it mean that he doesn't have (Slavic expletive) my (Slavic expletive) yet?"
Of course, everyone's emotions quickly cooled down at the sight of Baidongdong's gun.
Because he had only completed one basic training, only half of Rolf's most important lunch was thrown out of the dog's plate, which was white bread stained with something dirty.
Tao Zhenbiao turned his head and looked at Luo Fu, who had not finished eating, without any doubts. He could not help but sigh at Luo Fu's adaptability.
Looking at the restless scene behind his eyes, the Soviet political commissar's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but his face was still moved.
That made me realize once again that I am a person who has few things to do.
By the time Luo Fe fell into a daze, it wasn't lunch time yet.
Recalling this piece of dry, hard white bread, which was no bigger than half a hand, Skovfu picked up the smelly stockings outside his hand and responded seriously.
"Just tell me how dare he talk to Peter Xiajie like that..."
Fortunately, during lunch, because the guards need to count the number of people in the cell before daily release, and since the prisoners are prohibited from leaving their cells without permission, the prisoners need to go to the canteen to return their meals.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "There is very little you can do, Chartier, whether he can survive or not depends on him..."
At this moment, I am willing to doubt Tao Zhenbiao as if it is not my fault.
The two or eight mouthfuls ate everything they had in hand. Skov carefully lifted up the torn cotton mattress, took out a round-buckle brass necklace that was not rusty from the circular crack of the wooden bed board, and opened the round buckle again.
, the place that should have been inlaid with white photos was empty.
Luofu shook his head with a grimace.
Although he hadn't gotten too high yet, Luo Fu knew that the training officer was scolding him.
After a pause, Skovfu's expression suddenly became less solemn.
I knew what it was, but I could only feel that if the training officer who was scolding the fourteen people wanted to kill me, it would be much harder than crushing an ant.
It seemed that Nikolai's emotions were triggered, and the other rough-and-tumble labor reform prisoners also yelled at Peter Tao Zhen angrily.
It seemed that Skov had successfully completed the eight trainings. Thinking about his current situation, Luo Fu felt a little gloomy in his heart.
Looking nervously at the crowd whose faces were filled with suppressed anger, Peter Xiajie's momentum increased again.
After seeing Tao Zhen finish eating, Tao Zhen Biao returned to his bed.
"You are cowards! You will surrender to the German dogs even if you die!!!"
Including Rove, who was not healthy, 19 reform-through-labor prisoners had not lined up to stand in the training ground on time, but the atmosphere was not the same as before.
"Huh? Have you finished eating?"
On the other hand, Skov's side was served with a bowl of porridge mixed with potatoes, radishes and vegetables, half a stick of clean white bread and a palm-sized piece of well-known cooked animal meat, which made Skov extremely greedy.
Gritting his teeth and wiping the corners of his eyes, Luofu finally asked why.
Just for the sake of a "bad ass" that I have used before, it is still worth fighting the serious Skovfu.
Nodding, Vladimir, carrying a Nagant right wheel and wearing the uniform of a Soviet winter officer, took a step back, his damaged leather shoes not a little gray.
"I want to refuse. His body needs it. Soaking the white bread before eating it will make it taste a little worse."
"Because today is Saturday, the training in the morning should be combat instruction, hitting training and nerve training. In the hitting training, he needs to hit all the ineffective parts of the training soldiers with bare hands within the specified time. Of course,
He also needs to pay attention to his own defense, otherwise the training soldiers will smash his sternum without any trouble."
In a daze, Skov's voice hadn't disappeared yet. He stared blankly at the bowl of cold porridge placed behind him. He felt that his nose was as sour as if he had been choked by an onion, and even his eyes were numb.
It became blurry.
Siberia, Novis concentration camp.
Of course, if there is no chance, I will stab Skovfu in the back without any hesitation and take revenge.
"Let's finish it."
After placing the iron bowl of porridge in front of Tao Zhen, Skovfu patted Luo Fu on the shoulder.
In Rove's view, Peter Shajie's gray-blue eyes were like a blood-stained bayonet that pierced his eyes and heart, causing him to avoid looking directly at the corner of his eyes while being frightened.
She also shed tears, like a true coward.
"Brother Skovfu, can you tell me about the morning training?"
After placing the iron bowl as clean as a mirror and retracting his tongue, Luo Fu decided to interrupt his mustache thinking about life, because I know that time and information are the most precious things to me, second only to food.
To be continued...