Little Ivan, who had a stick whipped hard around his ankle, could not withstand such a blow. He was immediately knocked to the ground unsteadily, but he just let out a muffled grunt and tried not to cry out with a painful expression. Even if
As a prisoner of war, I also have things I want to stick to and unyielding.
"I'll show you how stupid you are to disobey me, Slavic bitch, but that's just the beginning."
Snap——
Well!!!
Another hard blow was given to little Ivan, at the same spot on his right ankle as usual.
The tattered autumn clothes were no longer covering the body and were almost reduced to strips of cloth. After eating these two times, little Ivan’s exposed ankles immediately looked like vegetables that had been frozen in the winter.
It becomes purple, swollen and sickly.
"It's comfortable, right? You can make some noise because it's not over yet!"
Snap——
...
Snap——
Well!
Snap——
"I told you to shout! Are you deaf, you Russian bastard?!"
Snap——
Everyone present was witnessing all this happening, whether they were Red Army prisoners of war or SS soldiers guarding the scene with guns.
The difference is that the SS soldiers treat them with a look of joking, expectation, or ridicule, without exception. After being on duty in the concentration camp for so long, all the SS soldiers stationed here know this.
In this place, it is just a common occurrence, and it can even be regarded as the slightest "punishment", which is considered merciful to these imprisoned low-class bastards.
No one will be disgusted or unacceptable to this. People who feel this way have long been transferred and driven away to continue doing unknown tasks elsewhere. Those who can stay without exception are like birds of a feather.
Guys of the same type grouped together would naturally have surprisingly consistent reactions to the scene in front of them, without exception.
Watching little Ivan being pushed to the ground and beaten severely, it is obviously impossible to say that the other Red Army prisoners of war present had no feelings about this at all.
Strong anger filled everyone's heart unstoppably, and what was revealed between their brows and eyes was the hatred that wanted to cut Fasis' flesh and bones into pieces.
But there is no way. The reality that forms are stronger than people is so real in front of everyone that you cannot help but face it.
The SS bastards around are not holding fire sticks. The loaded bullets will mercilessly take away the life of anyone who dares to act rashly.
Not to mention that these extremely weak prisoners of war are already skin and bones. Compared with these fat and strong SS bastards who hang out in a comfortable rear environment all day long, even if the weapon factor is not taken into account, simply speaking,
It is impossible to win in hand-to-hand combat.
Fighting with the Germans? There is no point. Instead, the entire army will be annihilated. After trying hard to survive for so long, choosing to die immediately is not an easy decision to make. Every prisoner of war who has survived to this day has extremely strong feelings.
Supported by the desire to survive, it is not easy to end a life that has been difficult to this day by giving up death in such a vain way.
Anger and hatred are the only things that can be done in this helpless situation, nothing more.
"Damn bastard! I asked you to shout out to me, you bitch, are you deaf!? Shout! Shout to me!!! I asked you, bitch, to scream out immediately!!!"
The first unexpected sneak attack could make the unprepared little Ivan scream, but no matter how hard he picked up the stick, how hard he used, or how many times he hit the same part of the ankle, the black dog would still be unbelievable.
And I was extremely shocked to find that this damn Russian prisoner never screamed again.
I personally tried so hard but didn't get any feedback. I just saw this Russian bitch huddled up in a ball, hiding in the snow with his head in his hands and being beaten, but he didn't make a sound at all.
On weekdays, you can get any feedback you want at will, but the situation in front of you that you can't get what you want makes the black dog who takes action personally feel even more angry.
The less feedback I get, the more annoyed I become. The more annoyed I am, the harder I work. The harder I work, the more tired I become and out of breath. The more tired I become, the more out of breath it is because I have spent so much effort.
He went into battle in person, but still got no feedback at all and inevitably became more furious and angry. This formed a perfect closed loop of breaking defenses.
Black-skinned dog felt that everything in front of him was simply humiliating himself, humiliating himself to the point where he was completely naked and disgraced.
How could I not get the feedback I wanted from a despicable and despicable Russian prisoner of war? Or was it the kind that seemed very simple to get?
The cruel fact before him was unbearable and even more unacceptable. He picked up the black stick made of rubber and beat him round after round with no satisfactory results. He didn't know how capable the Russian guy was, and what was his bottom line?
, how many sticks do you need to swing to make him groan in pain as much as you want, or even scream, hold your legs and kneel down to beg for mercy?
The black dog was going crazy with random thoughts in his head and beating him incessantly.
Not only did others look at him like a mad dog, but he himself felt that his madness was almost over. He had almost used up all his strength while carrying the heavy rubber black stick and swinging it hard.
Well, even if it continues, it will only be more like a "real black dog" that is tired and panting in the winter, and keeps spitting white breath from its mouth.
In the end, the beaten black rubber rod, which was somewhat distorted and unable to reset itself, was thrown far away. The black-skinned dog, whose defense had been broken beyond repair, roared and screamed, as if it had been stripped away by something.
All dignity and dignity were lost, and the whole person was crazy and strode away without looking back, not even willing to look back for even half a second.
The SS soldiers, who were confused by the unexpected situation that had never happened before, immediately trotted in the direction where their masters left after seeing this, leaving only a few who had been assigned tasks in advance.
SS soldiers and translators remained here.
"Get to work! Everyone, get to work, don't wait any longer! Get to work all at once!"
"Hurry up!"
The Germans will not show mercy to you just because you are knocked to the ground and injured. This is true for all prisoners of war. The random shouts in their mouths are orders that must be carried out.
Roskov, who knew he couldn't hide, knew what he should do. He had to help his brother. At least this would make him who had been forced to watch all this happen, but could do nothing.
Feeling better would save his brother's life, if he could survive.
"Hey! Brother, get up! Grab my shoulders and I'll hold you up. We have to go! We can't let you fall into the hands of those fascist bastards!"