For small children, an ugly snake, a barking dog or a clown with a mask in a movie can be something that scares them at night.

When Brody saw the man for the first time, her heart was filled with fear, and she even wanted to run off the boat.

The man was dressed not much differently from the officer, the same neat blue military uniform, with a large cap, standing high with his hands behind his back and watching the children being brought onto the deck.

"Didn't you say that this kid is very honest, honest fart. Brody, who tried to escape, was kicked by his beard and nearly fell off the side of the ship.

Originally, he habitually wanted to grab the collar, but the beard looked at Brody who had been torn and now barely knotted to wrap his torn clothes, snorted coldly, and directly grabbed his ankle and threw it on his shoulder.

The muscles were as hard as steel, and Brody's lower abdomen ached sharply, and his throat ached, almost spitting out the black bread in his stomach.

All the children had been driven to the boat, the steps had been pulled back, and there was no way to escape unless they jumped into the black, opaque water.

A group of children were driven into a line by the soldiers, and the bearded Brody was thrown to the floor, and the fall hurt heartbreakingly.

Just as he grinned in pain, his chin was suddenly pinched by a large strong hand, it was the man who was standing on the high place just now, and he looked into Brody's eyes very seriously, as if studying a difficult book.

"Interesting," he seemed interested in Brody's purple eyes, "they're really good-looking," he pressed closer to Brody's cheek.

"I've been looking for you for years. The man, who spoke fluent Polish, ran his fingers around Brody's eye sockets and suddenly made a gesture to pull it out, but it was only a gesture.

"Get up, go and stand with the others. He stroked Brody's mustache-grabbed dishevelled head, pulled it up, and pushed it into the ranks.

"You can call me a doctor, but as for my name, you don't need to know. When he stood up, he looked very tall, his voice was not very loud, his face was expressionless, but there was a coldness that frightened everyone to the extreme.

"You'll live on this ship in the future, don't try to escape, unless... You can only hope to die. ”

After saying that, he turned around and left coldly.

A few minutes later, the battleship lifted anchor and sailed into the depths of the ocean in a choking smoke.

Rebellious children are always not so obedient, especially these older children who have been killed and have learned anger and hatred, just as the crowd is being driven out of the cabin, a big boy suddenly rushes out of the group and runs towards the stern.

As long as he can jump into the sea, he will definitely be able to escape, his degree in the water is unmatched, it can be said that he is completely monster-like existence, as long as he can successfully fall into the water, even the U-boat will not want to chase him.

Of course, it's all about what it is.

After a muffled sound, the boy was suddenly wrapped tightly in a large net that fell from the sky, which seemed to be a large net for fishing, which had been soaked in seawater for a long time, showing a dark green thick rope and dense sticky net.

As the boy struggled, those sticky webs went deep

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strangled into his skin, and blood quickly seeped out. The boy screamed in despair, he was only a few meters away from the stern.

But this short few meters has become a moat-like existence, and every time he struggles, the sticky net will be stretched deeper. The slender net was far sharper than the blade, and the boy's skin was cut and tattered.

The bearded man stepped forward with a sinister smile, and he didn't know when he already held a long spear in his hand, and a thick barrel was in the muzzle, and it was still smoking, which was the net thrower.

"Run, you run away!" his leather boots kicked heavily on the boy's body, and the black shoes were stained blood red.

Not satisfied with the boy's reaction, he turned the spear in his hand, held the barrel high, and the muscles on his arms bulged terribly, and smashed it hard.

Some of the little girls cried out in fright, covering their ears and shivering.

They could clearly hear the crisp sound of broken bones and the boy's cries that were no longer human.

"Are you still running away?" asked the bearded man, and he slammed it again and again, picking at all fours, and the wooden butt of the rifle was soon shattered by the massive impact.

The wooden spikes were wrapped in and slammed into the boy's body, his limbs all broken, and not a single intact skin in sight.

"Still not going to escape?" the bearded man pointed the gun with only the receiver on the boy's temple, ready to smash the good head at any moment.

The boy was already silent, he wept and shook his head so vigorously that even his ears were cut in half by a sticky net.

The bearded man nodded in satisfaction, dropped the tattered gun in his hand, and pulled the net in the direction of the cabin.

The boy rolled and dragged away like a pile of rotten meat, leaving only a pool of sticky blood.

No one cleaned it, and the blood was always there, permanently stained on the steel plate over time, reminding the children of the fate of escape.

In the small dining room, every child sat tremblingly in their place, and each of them had a piece of brown bread in front of them, but no one dared to eat it.

"Hunger strike, you little bastards, if anyone disobeys, I'll rip off your arm and feed it down your throat. ”

Brody slowly picked up the cold, dry and hard black bread, tore off a small piece and put it in his mouth, the rough bread scraped the esophagus painfully.

After being with the officer for a long time, he knew that his task was to let him do whatever he wanted, just to keep himself alive.

Everyone watched Brody's movements and didn't dare to do anything, for fear that if they did something wrong, they would be beaten into a pile of minced meat.

"The devil. ”

A teenage boy suddenly whispered, his name was Krastsov., the son of a tailor in the next town, and the second child to be caught.

At first, he was talking to Brody, but when he saw that Brody had been following the officer, his attitude changed. It was he, to the children who came after, that said that Brody was actually these niemienetbsp; "What did you say?"

Krastsov jumped up in fright, and the beard was already standing behind him, and the sailor-like physique walked without making a sound.

Kratsov. panicked, terrified

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I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

"What you're afraid of is just letting you eat, you see how well he is doing. ”

Brody had already put most of the brown bread in his mouth, and he heard Krastsov.'s words, but he didn't respond, just took small bites.

The beard picked up the black bread, pinched Krastsov.'s jaw with his left hand, and shoved it straight in.

The bread was not big, but it was krastsov, and he could eat it in one bite, his mouth was stuffed, but there was still half of the black bread outside.

Dissatisfied, the bearded man cursed and stabbed his finger at the black bread, which he threw like an enema into Krastsov.'s esophagus.

Irritation in his throat, retching sensations rushed over his brain, and his esophagus contracted violently to squeeze the foreign objects out.

But how could the beard let it succeed, he waved his big hand and slapped the half of the black bread into Krastsov.'s mouth.

The latter's neck was stretched thick, his trachea was squeezed and blocked, his face was red, and his eyeballs bulged out of his sockets.

The bearded man cursed, grabbed Krastsov.'s head and pulled it back, causing him to raise his head with his mouth wide open, then pulled out the pistol from his lower back and plunged the barrel directly into Krastsov.'s throat, so hard that it shattered half of his teeth.

Under this tremendous force, the black bread was forced into his stomach.

Satisfied that he had swallowed it all, the bearded man wiped the bloodstained barrel from Krastsov.'s clothes and swaggered back to his place.

Only Krastsov was left lying there crying in pain.

"If anyone else doesn't eat, I'll help you. The bearded man carried a bottle of wine, bit the cork, and poured a big sip into his throat, looking at the children, his eyes full of hideous smiles.

No one dared to disobey again, everyone quickly picked up the black bread in front of them, devoured it, and some even bit their fingers, but they didn't feel it.

"Very well," the beard slapped the table, his face flushed, not knowing if it was the wine or the excitement.

"As long as you are obedient, you will not suffer. ”

After eating, the soldiers escorted the children to their own room, which was actually the lowest cabin, where the smell of diesel fuel and the roar of motives filled the air.

All the while, no one dared to ask what they were going to do.

As they passed by the infirmary, they saw Krastsov., who was wrapped in a mummy, and two doctors were excitedly circling around him.

Obviously it was supposed to stop the bleeding and bandage, but they were holding a bright lancet in their hands, reflecting the seeping cold light.

Krastsov was still awake, his whole body was trembling, his eyes were floating, and through the window he saw the children passing by, everyone looking at him through the thick glass.

The eyes on both sides were full of horror.

Everyone did not dare to stay, and the soldiers behind them had already made a dissatisfied urging, and hurriedly turned their heads and walked forward quickly, leaving only Krastsov., not knowing what their fate would be.

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