Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't dare to confirm, so he stared at the thing exposed in the snow for a long time. The more he looked, the more he was sure it was a boot.
Was that someone who was killed while trying to cross the border? Was he killed by the German troops on the other side or by the Russian troops here?
Xiang Xiaoqiang looked back and saw that Zhu Yourong was talking to several Ming army advisers. The atmosphere was very harmonious. Xiang Xiaoqiang did not say anything. He just called a Ming army adviser next to him and asked him to stand in front of the telescope and look at the boot.
Ask him if this happens often here.
The Ming army adviser looked through the telescope and looked very nervous. He whispered to Xiang Xiaoqiang that this was by no means a common phenomenon. Normally, when he looked around, there was no one at all. Now in winter, there is even less people. He would send someone right away.
Go and have a look.
Before he understood it, the Ming army adviser was obviously unwilling to make the matter a big deal. He quietly ordered someone to take the Queen down to visit the ammunition depot below. After the Queen and her entourage went down, he gathered a small group of soldiers and all memorized the
Armed with a gun and wearing ski gear, I slid down the hillside to check it out.
Xiang Xiaoqiang stayed in front of the observation window, watching the small group of soldiers with his binoculars. Those few people were sliding down the snowy hillside quickly, and soon they became a few small black spots.
After a while, we approached the target in the valley. The wolves that were gnawing were startled, and when they saw so many people rushing towards them, they turned around and ran away.
Several soldiers stood still in the valley, looking around with telescopes, and squatting down to clear the snow to check. Suddenly, they seemed very excited, and they all stood up and waved to the outpost, and then one of them took out two signals from his backpack.
The flag was flying up and down with both hands flying up and down. Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't understand the flag language, so he guessed. Soon, several more people appeared on the snow slope, also sliding down, and dragging a sled. Xiang Xiaoqiang understood that they
I need a sled to drag the body back.
After a while, the team dragged the sled back and entered through the small door under the fort fortification. Xiang Xiaoqiang was itchy and wanted to take a look immediately, but he didn't know where they were in the fort. He was thinking about whether to call them.
The Russian commander asked, and heard shouts coming from below. The shouts became more and more similar, accompanied by whistles, applause, and stamping... This was obviously cheering!
Before Xiang Xiaoqiang could figure out what was going on, he heard the cheers getting louder and louder, and soon spread from below to this floor, even in the corridor outside the observation room, it was deafening.
Now, the entire fort was cheering crazily.
Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn't help it anymore and strode to the door. Just as he was about to push the door open, the door opened and Wei Zijin, who had been following Zhu Yourong, appeared at the door. She said breathlessly:
"Your Majesty, please go down and take a look. They... they... have..."
Xiang Xiaoqiang was surprised and asked nervously:
“What did they do to Rongrong?”
Wei Zijin breathed again, then he smiled and said:
"No, Your Majesty...it was them who dragged Stalin up!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang's head "buzzed", his mouth immediately opened and his eyes widened:
"What? Really?!"
Wei Zijin, who was usually serious and unsmiling, was now flushed with excitement, nodded vigorously, and said with a smile:
"Uh-huh!"
Xiang Xiaoqiang ran out with his legs, and Wei Zijin quickly followed behind. In the corridor, many soldiers were hurriedly running in one direction, including Russian and Ming army officers. Some people saw Xiang Xiaoqiang saluting quickly, but there were more people.
He didn't even notice him. Xiang Xiaoqiang didn't care so much anymore and just followed the crowd in one direction.
After going down two flights of stairs, turning a few turns, we came to a small courtyard. Xiang Xiaoqiang recognized it. This was where they entered when they came in. But now the courtyard was full of people, and they were all squeezing forward.
.Xiang Xiaoqiang couldn't squeeze in, and he didn't care about the prince's dignity. He directly climbed on the shoulder of the soldier in front, jumped up and looked inside.
Suddenly, there was a high-pitched Russian voice inside, and the Russian officers and soldiers all turned to look at Xiaoqiang, stepped aside one after another, and Xiaoqiang got in through the gap. In the middle of the crowd was the Russian fort commander, who had just told people to get out of the way.
There was also a Ming army adviser beside him, who acted as a translator for Xiang Xiaoqiang. Like everyone else, the two of them were full of excitement. Please look at the dead body on the sled on the ground to Xiang Xiaoqiang.
The dead body on the sled was hard and badly mangled. One leg had been chewed away until only bone stubble was left, and the other leg still had pants and boots. The body was very thin, very thin. At first glance, it looked like nothing.
There is no way I can associate him with Stalin. His hair is long, disheveled, and gray, his cheeks are very thin, his cheeks are seriously sunken, and his upper lip is broken and missing, revealing a row of teeth. Stalin’s trademark beard is missing.
It seems to have been shaved off. But if you look closely, the facial features are indeed those of Stalin.
Zhu Yourong was also here. She looked at the horrible frozen corpse, her face was pale, and she couldn't help but feel sick. But Xiang Xiaoqiang had seen many corpses on the battlefield, with broken limbs and arms, and other miserable scenes.
He squatted down, reached out and pulled the body, but it felt hard and cold, like frozen meat just taken out of the refrigerator freezer. He turned the body over hard and felt something was wrong with Stalin's back.
He touched it with his hand and felt that the entire back of the body was gone.
Xiang Xiaoqiang kept doing it, and opened the frozen-hard jacket twice. He immediately saw that there was no flesh on the back, and the spine and shoulder blades could be seen directly. The edges of the wounds were very neat, and they were not animals at all.
What is left after gnawing, but is cut with a sharp knife.
This scene was seen by all the soldiers on this side. The yard was quite quiet. Zhu Yourong's face was as white as paper. He staggered and almost vomited. Wei Zijin next to him had a weak hand and immediately helped him quietly.
Following her, he left the yard and entered the fort.
What this means cannot be clearer. Someone is eating Stalin's flesh. People eat people...
The military doctor from the fort also came, squatted down to examine the corpse, and quickly came to the conclusion that it had either starved to death, or was killed when it was about to starve to death. Anyway, the corpse was so thin that it would hold up even if it did not starve to death.
It won't be long. If he was killed, then the fatal injury was probably on the back. But it can't be confirmed now, because the flesh on the back has been cut off...
Everyone around them analyzed it and everyone agreed that Stalin was in a small group when he fled. In order to evade capture, he could only choose to march in the deserted mountains and forests without people, walking aimlessly eastward in the ice and snow wilderness, maybe.
They wanted to run to the Ural Mountains and find a hunter's shack to hide in for the winter. But then they ran out of food and couldn't find any food in the ice and snow outside, so some people began to starve to death. Next, this small group of escapees found nowhere else.
Given the choice, I had to start thinking about eating human flesh... So, there was the first time, the second time, and the third time... The first person who starved to death faced hunger again after eating. Finally,
They made a terrible choice - they chose someone to kill alive for everyone to eat.
In this way, one person ate after another, and finally, Stalin ate...
However, since someone is eating Stalin, then Stalin is definitely not the last one. There must be survivors nearby. A manhunt should be launched immediately.
The Ming army advisers and fort commanders all assigned the task, and groups of soldiers put on ski gear, armed themselves with guns, and searched in all directions.
Xiang Xiaoqiang stood blankly in the yard, staring at the mutilated corpse on the ground. His heart felt like a five-flavor bottle had been knocked over. It was very complicated for a moment. He couldn't tell whether it was relief, sympathy, or disgust.
Under this man's rule, eight figures of people starved to death on the Eurasian continent. Countless dying people relied on eating their own kind, even eating the corpses of their own children, brothers, sisters, and parents to stay alive...
And now it really comes true to the saying - treat others in their own way.
In the end, this man himself also ended up like this: first he starved, then he ate people, and finally he was eaten...
Xiang Xiaoqiang felt his stomach churn so hard that his eyes were filled with stars. He swayed and vomited out with a loud "wow" sound.