The car continued to drive forward, and at this moment a flatbed truck with a horse passed by, and two soldiers with guns drove the car, and instead of supplies and ammunition, they were piled up with corpses. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

A cart full of corpses stacked on top of each other, estimated to be more than twenty people.

If more than 20 people were ordinary, they might be too heavy to be pulled by a horse, but the corpses on it were so shriveled that there was not much meat, and it was a problem whether there were about 100 catties each. They were all ragged, yellow-brown and dark brown uniforms were covered with dirt and dust, and the carts were not like piles of people who had just died, but cartloads of bones covered with dirty cloth.

Cheng Qianxun watched sideways until the carriage passed by the sedan step by step. She didn't look back from the back glass of the car, turned her head back to the front, and sighed softly. She had to be mentally prepared, when she got inside, it was full of almost starving captives, and there were tens of thousands, and this scene must be terrifying. In the face of this human tragedy, she is not sure that she can be calm and calm in her heart.

"Keep up, keep up!" The scolding came to mind again, the sedan was moving slowly, and it turned out to be a group of soldiers with guns in their hands, driving a group of prisoners carrying shovels out. Needless to say, it must have been pulled to bury the body.

Look at these captives, with a numb expression on their dirty, emaciated faces, passing by the car. Cheng Qianxun just wanted to see if there was any Rudolph in it, and she had to harden her heart, because these captives, when they buried their bodies almost completely, didn't know if they could come back alive.

When she turned her gaze, Snead was looking at her, observing her every move, but there was a light in his green eyes that he had never seen before, as vigilant as a falcon. She turned her head and continued to look out the window.

The car stopped, and when Cheng Qianxun got out of the car, although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.

Next to it there is a house with an attic and about four bungalows on the left and right, apparently it was originally a livestock farm or something, and the main house in the middle is occupied by the owner, and on the two sides are employees or storerooms. Now the house was supposed to be occupied by officers, while the original bungalow was used for soldiers and service personnel.

The so-called prisoner of war camp actually has no houses, only land. What could have been a horse ring for horse walking, was enclosed in a circle about the size of a standard football field with high-speed iron wire mesh with thistles, and the captives were left to fend for themselves.

Most of those people were dying of hunger, lying on the ground with their eyes closed, trying to conserve their strength and delay their death. Defecation, eating, drinking, and sleeping are all in such a circle, and there is a bad smell in the air.

"It stinks." As soon as Reger got out of the car, he took out a handkerchief and put it on his nose, with a look of disgust: "I hate this place, maybe they stink more than the Jews." ”

Snead nonchalantly sorted out his black leather gloves: "You only come once a day, take a turn, and leave if you have nothing to do." And I had to pick out the officers out of so many, and I had to distinguish whether I wanted to shoot them right away or keep them useful. ”

Cheng Qianxun didn't have time to think about anything else, she looked at the black pressure in front of her worriedly, how could she find Rudolph? At a time when the world's population is not a quarter of the population in the next 70 years, it is possible to see so many people in such a small area, which is comparable to the area occupied by the Expo people.

Legel also happened to inspect it, so Cheng Qianxun followed the two of them to the stove behind the house to see.

Seeing the food unloaded from military trucks, although a lot, mostly potatoes and brown bread, was simply not enough for so many captives to eat. Some prisoners, dressed in Soviet uniforms, were under the guard of soldiers, boiling potatoes.

Baskets of potatoes are not peeled at all, and they are poured into the pot and boiled without even washing.

Snead took the whip, gently weighed it in the other hand, slowly walked over the pot of steaming boiled potatoes, and said slowly: "People need 1,200 calories a day when they are not active, but these foods are only enough to provide 500 to 700 calories, if there are more people starving to death that night, then count their luck, they can receive the food of the dead, basically meet the energy needs of the day." So here, those who are strong and have a lot of fat can hold on for a while longer, and after two weeks, they can be sent to the rear for hard labor. ”

Sneijder paused and sneered: "Our soldiers are still starving, but their great motherland has thrown us more than six million mouths back and forth, in the delusion that we will feed them. ”

Cheng Qianxun looked at the potatoes boiling in the muddy water, and about 10 percent of the hundreds of thousands of hungry captives outside survived to the end of the Anti-Japanese War. Six million people have been captured, but only 10 percent have survived, most of them in the prime of life, and war is the best way to reduce the world's population.

"You're in a trance, what are you thinking, say it." Sneijder was looking at her, his sharp gaze tinged with curiosity.

She took a deep breath, with a bit of heaviness: "Human life is as cheap as grass. ”

Sneijder laughed suddenly, and the whip pointed at her, "That's right, they think they have a large population, so they waste it." For the sake of a small victory, it is better to wipe out all four divisions of our army, just to annihilate one of our divisions, or even just to temporarily suspend our armored forces for a few days, their soldiers are really worse than grass. ”

"Sending more than six million captives over, and getting other living people who would rather die than surrender and serve their lives faithfully." Cheng Qianxun was not optimistic, and in the end, the Soviet Union still won the victory at a painful price. She muttered softly: "They don't feel that their leadership is like steel, and human lives make the regime." It will only be remembered for all the hatred on you, and one day if the German army is captured, even if there is food, they will repay the wrongs, and would rather starve the prisoners to death. ”

"Major, there will be prisoners in the war, she didn't mean that... Regel's face changed slightly, and he defended him.

"Yes!" Sneijder raised his hand and motioned for Regger to say no more. His handsome face was much more solemn: "That's right, that's what they planned." There are so many captives, let's not let them go, they waste food and waste food, and they can only fend for themselves. Fortunately, we will win, otherwise we would all have to go to Siberia to build a railway. ”

Regel smiled reassuringly, as long as Sneijder didn't think it was reactionary.

"Don't call us cruel." Snead sneered, and turned to the captives who kept pouring potatoes into the pot and scooping potatoes in a calm mocking tone: "We are not the ones who sent you to death. ”

Some of the captives' hands trembled, and these words might have been spoken in the mouths of the enemy, and they would have been thought to divide their great patriotic feelings, but the words of a woman from other countries should have touched a little.

Under such circumstances, what can these grassroots officers and soldiers do? Cheng Qianxun only sighed slightly, she still remembered that Japan surrendered in 1945, so the German army was about the same time. It's 1941, not yet the end of World War II. But the Battle of Moscow would end in defeat for the Germans, for the simple reason that it was a cold winter. Napoleon was also defeated in winter, and the Siberian winter can only be described as terrible. With temperatures of tens of degrees below zero, people can freeze into popsicles, which is not much different from the North Pole.

Cheng Qianxun suddenly felt the intention of the heavenly realm, did she want to gather four teammates and struggle to survive in the ice and snow? And the four teammates are most likely two incompatible camps.

Now the temperature has begun to drop, in just three days, it should have dropped by a few degrees, and the air exhaled in the morning and evening is full of white smoke. As long as the cold snap comes, the weather will be cold, and it can even affect dozens of latitudes, and the news weather forecast in late autumn will say that "another cold Siberian air will move south". The only thing to do is to brace yourself and find the other two teammates as soon as possible.

Snead looked at the watch on his wrist: "Now that the food is about to be distributed, I'm going to inspect it, do you want to come with me?" ”

It seems that the distribution of food is not a matter for Regel, but even if he is unwilling at this time, he can only say that he is happy.

Buckets of still hot potatoes and sliced black bread were placed on one side of the barbed wire. All the captives lined up and walked to the distribution point to receive food. There are four points in total, and there is a long queue.

Cheng Qianxun was allowed to stand there, and she looked anxiously back and forth at the four people who had ordered to pick up food. Some of them had just arrived, still sturdy, only slightly emaciated, while some were already as thin as the dried corpses on the wagon.

No one has about one or two more pieces of bread plus a potato, which Cheng Qianxun eats even if he eats a small amount, it is not enough to eat, let alone an adult male.

From time to time, someone faints in the queue, but no one helps them, and if they do, they will be scolded and let go by the soldiers with guns. If you want to get food here, you have to go over and get it yourself.

And those who were lying on the ground and did not get up to receive food, some of the captives began to be examined all the way from the side, and those who had lost their breath were loaded onto carts that resembled the bricks of the construction site, and when they were full, they were pulled out and piled up not far from the camp. Soon, three or four carts were pulled out, and there were about twenty people piled up.

Cheng Qianxun only glanced at it a few times, and then put all her attention on the prisoners of war who came to receive food, and now she has no time to grieve for the human tragedy that has happened, if she wants to live, she must find other teammates.

"You!" Snead actually raised his whip and pointed at a man who had just run out of food: "Come out." ”

The man took the bread and potatoes, as if he hadn't heard, and walked back in a bit of a daze.

"Do you hear it, come out!" Sneijder repeated.

Hearing the sound of the soldier pulling the bolt, the man only turned around and walked over.

Snead looked into his eyes: "You're still strong, you've lost a lot of weight along the way, right?" ”

The other did not answer, and his hands clenched the potatoes and bread tightly.

A slight smile hung on the corner of Sneiard's mouth, and he asked politely: "Name, position!" ”

The other party still didn't answer, and stood there stubbornly with hatred on his face.

His "rudeness" or non-cooperation was immediately taught a lesson, and the soldier walked over and put a rifle butt in his face. (To be continued.) )