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.
"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 hesitation."
13:00. East side training ground.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I arrived at that place. The bad world missions had a beginning and an end. No one told me about them.
…………Dividing line…………
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.
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.
Not wanting to avoid Mei Qiang, Skovfu carefully hid his necklace again, and after a moment's thought, he spoke.
Yes, in your opinion, all capable people are just like these cowardly wolfdogs!
It seemed that Skov had successfully completed the eight trainings. Thinking about his current situation, Luo Fu felt a little gloomy in his heart.
And in front of Peter Xiajie, he could only act like a coward who dared to look directly at him.
"It will last forever."
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.
After heaving a sigh of relief, Skov returned to the cell and hid the stinky soap as a weapon. Mustache looked at the body of Rolf, who had not yet regained his breath.
Although he hadn't gotten too high yet, Luo Fu knew that the training officer was scolding him.
You know that the idiot with no name has no allies, and you also care that no one among them has the idea of ​​​​escape. You can only stab yourself (Slavic expletive) with my mother's thin wood.
Sticks to dig tunnels, yes, you care, you care at all, whether he stabs himself with a thin stick (Slavic expletive) or digs tunnels to escape!
"You are cowards! You will surrender to the German dogs even if you die!!!"
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.
The sound came, bullets were being unloaded, and the seven armed soldiers holding Bobosha submachine guns in front of Peter May had not yet raised their muzzles at the crowd.
Even if you close your eyes, you can pull out their group of stinky rats from the dark and disgusting burrows and strangle them to death one by one, send their bodies to the dog pen, and let them make the most significant contribution to our tiny motherland!
"
After a pause, Mei Qiangcheng's expression suddenly became less solemn.
Right now, I haven't considered whether I can survive until tomorrow. According to the intensity of that kind of training, my death will be long this morning.
Looking at the restless scene behind his eyes, the Soviet political commissar's eyes flashed with satisfaction, but his face was still moved.
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.
Although I am a Soviet citizen, and I have never been saddened by the invasion of the Soviet Union by Germany, I know that even those people who do not have any patriotism in their hearts will still accept such words of respect for personality and patriotic sentiments.
"Brother Skovfu, can you tell me about the morning training?"
Naturally, there would be no dedicated concentration camp guards delivering meals outside the cells.
Skov turned his head and looked at Luo Fu who had not yet finished eating without any doubts. He could not help but sigh at Luo Fu's adaptability.
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.
It seemed that Nikolai's emotions were triggered, and the other rough-and-tumble labor reform prisoners also yelled at Peter Meiqiang angrily.
Gritting his teeth and wiping the corners of his eyes, Luofu finally asked why.
Although he was no longer mentally prepared to be scolded and was treated with such disrespect, Mei Qiang still no longer felt nauseated and angry.
In Mei Qiang's view, Peter Xiajie's gray-blue eyes were like a blood-stained bayonet piercing his eyes and heart, causing him to avoid looking directly at the corners of his eyes while being frightened.
She also shed tears, like a true coward.
This chapter is not over, please click the next page to continue reading! Because they are a bunch of garbage that is wasting your time! Scum! The garbage has no way of escaping from Novis. The Germans are invading your small motherland and facing their compatriots.
When the shooting started, they were still wasting the precious food of the soldiers on the back line, eating things worse than dogs, and doing things that even dogs did! They are not that kind of trash!
Siberia, Novis concentration camp.
After seeing Mei Qiang finish eating, Mei Qiang Chengfu returned to his bed.
Luo Fu knew that there was another person in the moment of consciousness.
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.
"The morning training will end 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 Xiajie. Although in the afternoon Peter
Mei Qiang didn’t target him, but his performance in the afternoon was wrong. Based on Peter Xiajie’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.
Of course, if I don't have the chance, I will stab Skovfu in the back without any hesitation and take revenge.
"It's fair to say that those rubbish have no spine at all. Thanks to the insignificant *** Stalin, I gave those rubbish a chance to re-dedicate themselves to the motherland and fight the enemy, Political Commissar Vladimir."
Nodding to the political commissar in military uniform in front of him who was inspecting, the training officer Peter Shajie glanced at the circle of disgusting garbage behind him with a cold gaze and said hotly.
"He needs to know what I gave you. He just needs to know that what I paid is worth what you do."
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.
Seeing Luo Fu's face getting paler and paler, Sikov couldn't think of any words of comfort, so he could only continue.
Of course, everyone's emotions quickly cooled down at the sight of Baidongdong's gun.
I was vague about the significance of that bowl of porridge to a reform-through-labor prisoner who had to do low-intensity exercise every day, but I understood why the middle-aged man with a mustache in front of me, whose mouth was hard to see, treated me so badly.
"Huh? Have you finished eating?"
"Has anyone told him all that?"
"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..."
After being disciplined, Peter Xiajie did not show any signs of annoyance, and his roaring voice soon overshadowed everyone.
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.
That made me realize once again that I am a young person.
"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?"
Seeing that Skov had no intention of giving in, Novov Mechanchensky glared at Mechanchensky warmly, turned around and left without any hesitation.
"If he could have avoided the crosshairs of the pistol within one second, he would have been shot. In Novis, someone would try to treat a gunshot victim."
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.
To be continued...