Little Ivan's words obviously brought back a trace of Roskov's memories. At least he has not forgotten this name after being captured in this hellish place for almost two years.
In Roskov's impression, the name "Malashenko" is a name that often appears in newspapers, radios and broadcasts, and can almost be equated with "the victory of the Red Army". Whenever he
The sound of his name seems to be accompanied by the good news of the Red Army's victory, at least in Roskov's memory before he was captured.
From Leningrad to Moscow, and then from Moscow to Stalingrad, this Malashenko is like the ultimate nemesis of German fascism. Wherever the battlefield is fierce, the Germans will appear wherever they are.
When the fight is going smoothly and you get carried away, you will be given a slap in the face by this Malashenko, so that the Red Army troops who are in a critical situation can partially turn defeat into victory.
At that time, Roskov was just fighting on the front line to defend his country as an ordinary soldier. He often thought when listening to the radio or reading newspapers, if he could also follow Malashenko and fight under his command.
How glorious would that be in the army?
Just imagine, letting your family know that you are fighting with the tank heroes. As long as you see or hear Malashenko's name in newspapers or on the radio, it must be equivalent to the news that you have defeated the evil fascists.
For a Red Army soldier who fought on the front line of the Great Patriotic War, is there anything more reassuring for his family than this? The answer is of course no. Just thinking about joining Malashenko's troops is very exciting
It was not just Roskov who was excited. Many Red Army soldiers fighting on the front line at that time had this idea. This was the common wish of many people.
"Malashenko, hey, I want to follow him and let him lead me to fight. I want to use the best equipment to go head-to-head with the most difficult Germans. This is why I joined the army. When we have the opportunity, we have to
I am serious about fighting for the opportunity to be transferred to this Malashenko."
Roskov no longer remembers who the comrades were who sat together in the shell-proof fortification bunker while listening to the radio and sighing like this, but he does remember that someone said this, because he felt the same way back then.
Pretty much the same idea.
It's a pity that such a wish was not realized in the end. Among the whole class of comrades who were sitting together in the shell hole listening to the radio, now only he is left alive.
Times have changed and things have changed. Thinking back to the comrades who fought side by side in the past, now he is the only one left. Lying on the cold and hard bed and coughing again, Roskov was really sad.
"Ahem... This is good news. You are right. I just don't know if I can survive until then. Maybe you can. I hope you can get out alive, old friend, ahem.
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Roskov's condition was a bit worse, worse than during the day. After all, during the day he only sneezed and had a runny nose, but he didn't see such an increasingly violent cough.
"Hey! You have to hold on! We have been struggling for so long, how can we give up at this time? Think of something good quickly. Think about what if Malashenko will come with his army tomorrow to save us. Think about it.
I think those Germans will be trampled under our feet by our prisoners."
"What a wonderful time, don't you want to see it with your own eyes? If you die now, what will the hardships you endured for so long mean? All your life has been in vain."
Before he was captured, little Ivan was a tank soldier and gunner, not a medical soldier. Now there is no medicine at hand to cure diseases and save lives. He can only help Roskov survive as much as possible through this kind of "mental treatment".
Maybe little Ivan's words really had an effect, or maybe Roskov's own willpower overwhelmed the disease and gained the upper hand for a while.
In short, when Roskov spoke again, there was a slight smile on his face, and he looked and sounded much better than the self-defeating state just now.
"Well, you're right, I have to find a way... Well, hold on, I can't live in vain after carrying it for so long."
Seeing his good brothers who depended on each other and helped each other in daily work, he cheered up again and ignited hope. The joyful smile on little Ivan's face could not be concealed no matter what.
of.
"That's right! We have agreed that I will buy you a drink when you get out of here, and I will find a way to get two bottles of wine... no, four bottles, or six bottles! Anyway, I have to drink to my satisfaction.
, just thinking about it makes me want to drink the best vodka!"
A Red Army soldier who doesn't know how to drink is not a good Red Army soldier. A teetotaler may be a German spy.
He did often tell jokes like this when he was not captured. Now that I think about it, I can barely remember what the wine tasted like. Roskov, who listened to his good brother cheering him on, just smiled and did not continue to speak.
He simply fell asleep without saying a word.
It's just that Roskov never said a word hidden in his heart from beginning to end, and he didn't tell the hopeful little Ivan, his good brother who depended on each other for life.
Even if we really wait until the Red Army comes and liberates this place, can those of us prisoners who laid down our weapons and surrendered to the enemy really be forgiven? Can we really go back to our hometowns and reunite with our relatives who don't know the current situation?
Roskov, who fell asleep after a long time, kept thinking about this matter and was still unsure of the final answer.
Roskov still remembers some of the things he heard before he was captured. Even if he escaped and returned to the team after being captured by the Germans, it would probably not be a good thing. Countless suspicions and interrogations
They will all come one after another. Maybe they will get rid of their identity as a prisoner of the Germans and become a prisoner of their own country. How can this be considered a good thing?
The early morning sun shone brightly on the white snow that had fallen all night. Roskov, who probably only slept for two or three hours last night, was now lying in the snow in a not-so-good condition, wearing thin clothes.
Qiu Yi lives in the same house as him, and his comrades who are also Red Army prisoners of war wait in line together, waiting for the Germans to come over and assign today's work tasks and take them to the construction site.
"I hope the Germans will issue cotton-padded clothes early this year. It's so cold here. It's probably only minus four or five degrees Celsius at most. It may be minus ten or twenty degrees Celsius in a short time. It will kill someone to work wearing this rag."
The comrade and co-worker beside him was muttering in a low voice. Roskov, who felt that his condition had not improved and was not getting enough sleep, did not have the energy to talk, so the unshaven Big Ivan followed casually.
"Come on, when did the Germans care about our life and death? A dead dog would be better than a dead dog."
"Shh, stop talking! The Germans are coming, shut your mouth!"
Little Ivan's repeated reminders made Big Ivan quickly shut up. Everyone knew that the SS leader who was responsible for the management of Red Army prisoners of war was a pervert who liked to torture people when he had nothing to do. In the past, he even ordered the Red Army soldiers from the next camp to
The female prisoner of war knelt down and licked his boots until they were shiny and shiny, then she was dragged out and slaughtered to satisfy her perverted desire to conquer.
The comrades all gritted their teeth against the SS leader who deserved to be shot, but there was no other way now. As long as he still wanted to survive, he had to pretend to be cowardly and do as he said.
Seeing this arrogant, arrogant bastard dressed in black dog skin standing in front of him, with his heavily armed lackeys holding guns, everyone, including Roskov and Ivan the Younger, dared not speak out in anger.
One thing that may be called good news is that this bastard, who was privately nicknamed "Black Dog" by his brothers, at least seemed to be in a good mood this morning, with a somewhat sinister smile on his face.
, quite happy.
Based on past experience, if this black-skinned dog behaves like this early in the morning, it is estimated that he can avoid the tormenting process and let people go directly to the construction site. This is for every Red Army prisoner of war present.
An out-and-out good thing.
Not having to torment people with different methods before going to work is the greatest blessing of the whole day.
"Ahem - uh huh -"
This black dog needs to be trained. Sometimes he is trained, sometimes he is not. Anyway, he always comes here every once in a while before going to work. It is probably a way to satisfy his perverted desire to conquer and command these Red Army prisoners of war.
It should give him an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.
At this time, it is best not to make any noise to interrupt his speech. Even if you can't hold it in and fart loudly, it will make him furious on the spot, so it is best to stand still and don't move.
"Every bandit prisoner of war in Camp No. 3, before starting work today, I think I should congratulate you first, because you have survived another difficult autumn and ushered in another winter in Auschwitz.
, the first snow has fallen, and it can be said that we are one step closer to the ultimate goal of labor making people free!"