Although I don't know what tone I should use to respond to the murderous training officer in front of me, but according to the instructor's usual characteristics, neither humble nor overbearing seems to be the best attitude.
As for scolding Germans, a normal Soviet person wouldn't be angry because of scolding Germans, right?
"Monkey, is this the way you talk to me?"
Before he finished speaking, Xia Jie was hit unexpectedly with a stick in the abdomen. He felt the sour water in his stomach surge into the sea. The smell of sawnwood mixed with the disgusting smell of rotten wheat bran came to his chest, and he almost vomited it out.
Gritting his teeth, he swallowed back the contents of his stomach. His mouth was full of sour odor, and Xia Jie stood up again, clutching his stomach and staring at the cold Petrov without saying a word.
Observing this, Reznov secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
At least today, I don't have to change inmates.
Seeing that Xia Jie straightened up quickly and did not resist with actions or words, but also expressed his dissatisfaction with his eyes, Petrov instead gave Xia Jie a high look.
Here, reform-through-labor prisoners who can be turned into solid waste at any time have no place.
Any obvious act of resistance or aggressive language, or any irreversible spirit of resistance, will completely destroy all hope of survival for this prisoner.
At worst, he died on the spot due to an unbearable amount of training, or at worst, after being shot, he was thrown into a wolf kennel to feed the wolf dogs that had been hungry for several days.
Hidden under the military coat was a loaded pistol.
"That's right... No matter in terms of height or behavior, you are indeed not those despicable yellow-skinned monkeys hiding on the easternmost island. Although you also hate those damn Germans, this is not
The reason why you can talk back to me.
Tell me, Chinaman, why did you raise your stupid right hand? I remember Adjutant Sergey told you that the first thing you have to learn here is to obey, not what I say.
Just raise your damn stupid right hand and interrupt me."
"Report to the instructor, I weigh less than 70 kilograms. I hope you can set a training volume of 60 kilograms."
Looking at the 'thin' Xia Jie again, Petrov grinned.
"No, Chinaman, you are wrong. You are indeed 70 kilograms, maybe 80 kilograms, but definitely not 60 kilograms, so there is no problem with my arrangement. There is no sixty kilograms of waste in Novis.
Tell me, Chinaman, am I wrong? How many kilograms do you weigh?"
Seeing Reznov standing aside, Xia Jie gritted his teeth and slowly lowered his head.
"Tell the instructor that I made a mistake. I remembered my weight incorrectly. My weight is 70 kilograms."
"Very good, it seems you realized your mistake."
Taking a step back, Petrov said calmly.
"Then, to make up for your stupid mistake, you need to do 100 more squats."
"clear……"
"By the way, Chinaman, you are new here, I almost forgot to tell you."
Hitting Xia Jie's shoulder with an iron rod, Petrov said with a smile.
"If one of the three basic training indicators cannot be completed, the lunch portion will be reduced by one-third. I hope you can have a pleasant dining experience..."
By the time Petrov turned around and left, Xia Jie's face was filled with pale despair.
Under the malicious looks of the other prisoners, Reznov patted Xia Jie on the shoulder.
"Go ahead, do as much as you can, and rest as soon as you can. As for the food issue, I'll figure it out..."
Gritting his teeth and nodding, Xia Jie followed the armed surveillance soldiers to the 70kg training ground.
"That's your weighted barbell, Chinese, don't waste time, let's get started."
It seemed that he sympathized with Xia Jie's experience, and the tone of the monitoring soldier who pointed at the iron barbell was not too harsh.
"Thank you……"
Under the surprised gaze of the supervisory soldiers, Xia Jie struggled to carry the 60 kilogram barbell, gritted his teeth and began to squat...
Two hours later, Xia Jie, who had barely done more than 300 squats, was too tired to stand up. He could only stand back in the queue with the help of Reznov.
Glancing mockingly at Xia Jie, who was already close to being disabled, the training officer Petrov spoke loudly.
"The second training, core push-ups and pull-ups, two hours, 500 each, start!"
Under the strict supervision of the supervisory soldiers, Xia Jie performed repetitive mechanical movements dizzily. Whenever he lay on the ground and rested for more than a minute, the supervisory soldiers holding iron rods would pat his shoulders and signal him to continue training.
, in order to avoid the iron rod being applied to him, he could only bite the bullet and continue until the next time he lost strength and fell to the ground, greedily resting for a minute...
The ground was completely soaked with sweat, and Xia Jie stood back in the queue with Reznov carrying him on his back.
There is no doubt that Xia Jie has not completed the first two trainings.
In Reznov's view, Xia Jie's mental and physical fitness was on the verge of collapse at this moment, let alone the third training session.
If this continues, I am afraid that without Petrov having to shoot him, his Oriental cellmate will have his muscles dissolve and die in his sleep.
At the same time, many powerful reform-through-labor prisoners who had completed their training showed regretful looks. If they didn't wait for the bath before going to bed at night, their good ass would become a delicacy for the beasts in the dog pen.
What a pity...
Without any mercy or mercy, at 9:40, Petrov coldly announced the third training program.
"The third item is anti-hit training!"
Intentionally or unintentionally, he glanced at Xia Jie, who looked like a dead person. Petrov's voice was as cold as ever.
"Since you can't knock down the enemy, you can only endure the pain and defeat your enemy within an hour, or survive the attack of your enemy."
After dividing their respective sites, Petrov issued an order.
"start!"
Standing in front of Xia Jie were the armed surveillance soldiers who had just assisted in completing the training. The only difference was that the soldiers disarmed themselves and became bare-handed.
As the order was given, the soldier clenched his fists and made a fighting stance towards Xia Jie, who was shaking on the spot.
He opened his mouth, but the soldier said nothing.
The next moment, a gray-green black shadow flashed past, and Xia Jie felt like the world was spinning, and he had been hugged and thrown onto the soft cushion.
Punch after punch continued to hit various parts of the body, but Xia Jie, who was in a riding position, could only be beaten passively in despair.
"Please bear with me, I will try to reduce my strength as much as possible..."
In a daze, Xia Jie seemed to have some kind of illusion. The force of the supervising soldier's punches seemed to be getting lighter and lighter, just like his own soul.
'Am I going to die...'
Vaguely, Xia Jie saw himself lying in a pool of blood in the darkness.
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, Novskovsky also looked a little unhappy.
"What did this yellow man give you? Is it worth having you work so hard for him? Does it mean that you have (Slavic expletive) his (Slavic expletive)?"
Recalling the dry, hard black bread that was only half the size of a palm, Reznov picked up the smelly stockings in his hand and responded seriously.
"You don't need to know what he gave me, you just need to know that what he paid is worth what I do."
Seeing that Reznov had no intention of giving in, Novskovsky glared at Reznov coldly and turned away without hesitation.
To be continued...