Auschwitz, 1st concentration camp.

Otto. Frank looked at the sky beyond the barbed wire, how he wished he could have a pair of wings to fly out of this hellish place.

As a Jew, especially a Jew with German citizenship, Otto. Frank was undoubtedly very unpopular with the Poles. In the camps, he had to take on the hardest and heaviest work, and he received only the least amount of food.

As a German Jew born in Frankfurt, Frank's imprisonment at Auschwitz was completely inexplicable. He joined the army in 1915 and was stationed in Warsaw. On the ridiculous day of April 1, 1919, when Germany announced its surrender. The Poles in Warsaw were in high spirits, and under Pilsudski they announced the establishment of a new government, confiscating the weapons and equipment of the German army.

At that time, Frank, who had no interest in war, thought that it was not bad, thinking that he would never have to go to war again, and that he could finally go home and live a peaceful life.

However, what Frank did not expect was that in the following month, his situation took a turn for the worse, first with Pilsudski's invasion of East Prussia, and the Polish newspapers publicized Pilsudski's great achievements, which made Frank look at Frank and hate the executioner who slaughtered his own countrymen.

It is a pity that as a disarmed former German soldier, Frank had no way to help his compatriots but to pray in his heart that God would punish these Polish devils!

Perhaps it was the prayers that worked, and the situation on the battlefield soon changed dramatically, Pilsudski was beaten to the ground, and even a state founded by the Jews was born!

The day the East Prussian People's Republic was founded. Frank was happy like a child. Drink at the bar with a few fellow Jews. Celebrate this historic occasion.

But tragedy was born, and the Poles didn't think it was a good thing, and soon Frank and his friends clashed with the Poles in the bar, and the two sides got into a fight, and they were thrown into prison by the Polish garbage police.

When he was imprisoned, Frank didn't feel any danger, it was just a drunken fight and a brawl, this kind of small case the size of sesame mung beans. At most, it's a matter of two days. Besides, if he is a serious German citizen or a soldier, what can the Polish government do with him?

It can only be said that Frank is too naïve, the defeated Germany is already a feathered chicken, for the Poles, there is no need to be afraid of the Germans anymore, what if you don't give face? Who made them harder than the Germans in the background now?

Frangeg was soon found guilty, and he, along with other Warsaw Jews, was put on a stuffy train and sent directly to Auschwitz I.

Drip...... Drip...... Drip......

After three whistles. Frank reluctantly withdrew his gaze, and the time for rest had come. For the next four hours, he didn't even have time to catch his breath, and had to work overtime, and any "lazy" behavior would result in a whip.

However, for Frank, he didn't care anymore, these damned Poles would find a reason to abuse them anyway, and beatings were a common occurrence. What really scares Frank is the Closed Black House. That means death! He hadn't seen a Jew come out of it alive anyway.

After a long and arduous toil, supper was just a pitiful gruel, which in Frank's opinion was no better than water, ninety-five percent water, and the remaining five percent was a little moldy oatmeal and a little insignificant salt. The smell, let's put it this way, doesn't smell much, the most obvious thing is the smell of mold.

However, this kind of food is not available to everyone, and only those who have completed the day's work in accordance with the quality and quantity can enjoy this extremely simple meal. As for not working, hehe, look at the sign at the door of the canteen - no food if you don't work. The Poles can be regarded as entering the communist society ahead of schedule!

Not only was the food poor, but the accommodation was even worse, and the entire camp was built in the middle of nowhere, to put it bluntly, a plot of land with barbed wire and a wooden fence, and then ordered the Jews to build rudimentary shacks out of wood.

These adults have to hunch their backs to get into small shacks, and the gaps between the planks are quite large. Let's put it this way, in addition to being quite breathable, it doesn't play a role in sheltering from the wind and rain at all. Thank God, it's only June, and if it's winter, it's a terrible place to stay.

There were five or six people in each little shack, and there were no household products in them, well, if bundles of wet and smelling straw were called beds, then there would be furniture. All in all, it's not inhabitable at all!

It is also true that there were only two types of creatures in this camp, the Jews, who were slaved by the Poles, and the Polish mounds, who were regarded by the Jews as devils.

The poor living conditions and hard labor were unbearable for the Jews, and from the moment they arrived at Auschwitz, they tried to escape from prison. However, the overall effect was not ideal, most of them were beaten into a sieve by the machine guns on the watchtower before they could cross the barbed wire, and a few lucky ones were caught by the Polish patrol outside after breaking through the barrier. Frank, for example, has seen a poor compatriot bitten by a patrol hound.

The Poles had no sympathy at all, and they had only one way to deal with any Jew who made trouble for them - to put them to death! And there are many tricks, and the methods are very cruel.

The simplest of course is to shoot him, and the barbed wire fence near the camp gates is the place of execution and the grave. Groups of disobedient Jews were shot, then randomly dug a pit and buried hastily. What is even more infuriating is that the Poles have put up a sign here full of evil taste - please keep quiet, do not disturb the peace of the victims.

To complicate matters a little more is the hanging, where a few pillars were erected in the open space next to the cafeteria, on which one of Frank's cellmates was hanged for just a few verbal rebukes against the jailer. Other poor people were mercilessly executed by the Poles for just trying to steal a little food for their stomachs.

Of course. None of these are the most cruel. Polish jailers who had nothing to do for fun. Build a gladiatorial arena in a concentration camp. The Jews, who were drawn every three days, had to kill each other in the gladiatorial arena, and the Poles took advantage of it for their amusement.

"We have to find a way to get out of jail!"

In the middle of the night, when the Polish guards were at their lowest alert, in a small shack, Frank and a few of his compatriots huddled together and whispered about plans to escape.

"Jim has gotten a knife as long as we cut through the barbed wire. Escape from this hellish place by crossing a trench and rushing into the forest on the other side! ”

"What about those hounds? I don't want to be bitten to death! ”

Frank replied confidently, "I took the opportunity to go out with the Polish miscellaneous yesterday to check, and there is a river to the west, and if we swim to the other side in one go, the hounds will not be able to do anything!" ”

"So when are we going to do it?"

Frank said with a calm face: "Tomorrow is the day of gladiatorial fights again, and the attention of the Poles will be on the gladiatorial arena, which is when the guards are at their weakest!" ”

In fact, this weakest point is only relative, after all, the watchtower operates 24 hours a day, and the guards on the watchtower will not go to the show. But Frank had no better choice, and staying in the camp was definitely waiting for death. And he didn't want to die at all, and he didn't fight to the death without taking advantage of the breath. I can't beat even if I want to fight in the future.

Throughout the day, Frank was very honest, and in the eyes of the Polish jailers, he was probably a frightened wretch, a coward who could be bullied at will. Anyway, Frank never showed the slightest hint of resistance or aggression, and he disguised himself well.

At nine o'clock in the evening, when the "gladiatorial arena" was brightly lit, when most of the Poles had gathered there to watch the bloodiest show, several figures began to approach in the direction of the barbed wire.

Frank took the lead with a kitchen knife in his hand, his momentum was impeccable, but the guy in his hand was a little unsatisfactory. However, it was not easy for the Jews in the concentration camps to get their hands on the kitchen knife. Even, the Jews who worked in the kitchen for this kitchen knife paid two lives as a price.

"Get down, quick!"

With a soft cry from Frank, several of his compatriots behind him hurriedly stuck to the ground, and at a distance of fifty or sixty meters in front of them, two Polish patrolmen walked over with horse lanterns.

Frank couldn't help but thank the Poles in his heart, if they hadn't built the camp in the middle of nowhere, if it weren't for the fact that the camp only had one generator, it would have been very difficult for them to escape from prison.

The only generator in the camp could not meet all the electricity needs, and searchlights, as a large consumer of energy, had to be restricted. These large bulbs are only energized when the watchtower or patrol detects something unexpected. In a normal time, the sentries on the watchtower would only be in a daze or dozing off at their posts.

As the patrol moved away, Frank whispered to his fellow citizens behind him, "We only have three minutes!" Start the timer! ”

On the first day of entering the camp, the greedy Poles took away a valuable item from the Jews, such as watches, necklaces, rings, pens, and even the clothes of the Jews.

So Frank didn't have a stopwatch or a watch, so they had to use the simplest method of counting - counting. Tomsky, a former professor of mathematics at the University of Warsaw, was in charge of the simple and cumbersome job.

The group cautiously approached the barbed wire, and when Tomsky had just counted to 40, Frank swung his kitchen knife and slashed at the barbed wire, and after a few crunching sounds, he cut through the barbed wire neatly, and Tomsky had just counted to 80. This meant that they had a minute and a half to hide or escape.

The escapees' hearts pounded as they cautiously cut through the barbed wire the size of a dog's hole, during which the math professor Tomsky had a little trouble and his coat was sagging, and Frank had to tear the cloth and drag the sweaty professor out.

"How much time is left?"

In fact, there is no need to ask this question at all, because the patrolman's lantern can be seen in the distance.

"Damn it!"

Frank cursed under his breath, obviously. The two guys were able to complete the tour faster than usual. To know for today's actions. Frank observed for three days, finding out the pattern of their pace before taking action. And today they are early!

Outside the camp was an open space with no shelter, and Frank had estimated that they would have had enough time to hide in the forest, but now that was not enough!

Frank knew that the situation was not in their favor and that he had to make a choice right away. Otherwise, the whole army will be wiped out!

"Run! The sooner the better! Frank calmly said to a few of his fellow inmates.

"What about you?" Tomsky asked.

Frank smiled bitterly: "I'm in charge of distracting the Poles!" ”

Tomsky blurted out: "You're crazy! ”

Frank immediately interrupted him and said categorically, "Someone has to die, otherwise everyone will die here." Professor, if you survive to escape this hell, please go to Frankfurt and tell my wife, I love her forever! ”

After saying that, Frank rushed in the other direction without saying a word, and if nothing else, he would soon be discovered by the patrolling sentry!

"Let's go! Don't let Frank's kindness down! Tomsky exclaimed softly. He took one last look at Frank, and then resolutely rushed in the direction of the forest on the other side!

Frank's heart pounded. He knew that he would soon be spotted by the sentries, and that the searchlights and machine guns would lock on to him, and if nothing else, he would be beaten into a sieve in a matter of seconds. Although he was reluctant to end it there, he felt that such a sacrifice was still meaningful, and that if he could attract the attention of the Poles, and if he could buy his companions a little more time, they would have a better chance of escaping this hell.

Of course, Frank also thought about death, and after witnessing so many tragedies in the concentration camp, he no longer feared death, and if he couldn't live like a human being, what was there to be afraid of death?

Frank runs so fast that he doesn't hide his intentions at all, so he will quickly attract the attention of the watchtower or the patrol, and if you direct their attention in the opposite direction, he will die as he deserves!

A dazzling beam of searchlight soon locked on Frank, and almost at the same time a shrill siren sounded, followed by shouts and gunfire from the Poles. But Frank had never heard of this qiē, and at that moment he had only one thought in his mind - run, run faster!

Frank was indeed running fast, and the bullets kept kicking up smoke and dust around him, but they just couldn't hit him. With a gust of wind, he rushes into the forest, and then stumbles over a dog's with vines, and Venus is everywhere in front of him, but Frank stumbles and gets up again and continues to run for his life.

It was at this point that another belief arose in his heart - maybe I could escape?

Yes, he thought he would be beaten into a sieve, and now, in the dense forest, where neither searchlights nor machine guns work, the only thing he had to worry about was the hounds.

Hound? How to deal with hounds?

The best way to do this is to cross the river, but in order to cover his fellow inmates, Frank chooses the opposite direction of escape, this side is far away from the river, and he may be caught up before he runs to the river!

Frank didn't have any way, and then he didn't bother to think of a way, he just buried his head and ran forward, kept running, and ran as far as he could. If you catch up, it's fate!

The forest in the dark of night was out of sight, and the intense physical labor and lack of food intake these days made Frank quickly panting, and then his eyes went black, and the feeling of nausea became stronger and stronger each time, and he almost fainted.

Whoosh...... Whoosh......

Frank was panting as he held on to the trunk of the tree, and he could clearly feel his hands, legs, and even the corners of his eyelids and mouth trembling, and the feeling of hunger became more and more obvious. Every time he stepped forward, he had to use all his strength, he had to grit his teeth and hold on, but even so, he ran slower and slower, gradually from running to walking, and then from walking almost to moving forward step by step, and maybe finally he could only slowly climb on the ground.

At this time, Frank wanted to give up, because he was so tired, he really wanted to lie down for a while, rest for a while, even if he was caught up by the Poles, it would only be a death.

Fortunately, he only thought about this for a moment, and soon he thought of his wife back home, if he died like this, Edith would be heartbroken, right?

Thinking of his gentle and beautiful wife, Frank gritted his teeth again and stood up, he wanted to kiss Edith again, he wanted to count the stars with her, and he wanted to have a bunch of babies......

When hope encourages Frank to move on with a subtle step, behind him a few armed Polish soldiers and two hounds are speeding after him, and if nothing else, this poor man will not escape death!

"Why are these Polish chops so noisy?" Kohler slapped a mosquito that had stopped in his face and asked angrily, "How long are we going to stop in this damn place?" ”

Svoboda smiled bitterly and comforted, "Bear with me, we'll start moving in the middle of the night!" ”

At this moment, the herald suddenly ran over: "Comrade Svoboda, Comrade Andrei told you to go immediately!" ”

When Svoboda arrived at Li Xiaofeng's tent, all the commanders in charge of directing the rescue operation had already arrived, Li Xiaofeng glanced at him, and said quickly: "The situation has changed, it seems that someone has escaped from prison, in case there is a change, we will start the operation in advance!" (To be continued......)

PS: Bow and thank you to Comrade Juventus and Comrade hzwangdd!