During the years of World War II, the development of Krasnoyarsk was brought about by the war.

However, subject to the needs and development of this era, the construction of the entire city is mainly practical.

Whether it is the railway station, or the construction of various enterprises and administrative units, it is all possible to save the province.

In other words, the city already has the prototype of the city, and the hardware facilities are barely enough, but the software support is still far behind.

Moreover, in this era, there is no need for too perfect service packages.

All food is a supply system, people not only have money, but also tickets, and the material supply is barely enough to provide people's basic life.

Zhou Zhen only analyzed it for a while, and then determined that if he wanted to get supplies, the train station was the best place.

It is located in an extremely cold zone, it is a mineral city, an industrial city, whether it is food or daily necessities, it is transported from other places.

The necessities of life transported from other places are basically transported by rail, and the railway station is a transit and distribution center.

If you really want to enter the city, all kinds of goods are distributed, but there is not as complete as here.

Zhou Zhen didn't need too many supplies, he only needed necessary food, warm clothes, and guns and ammunition.

With a portable space, as long as he has these supplies ready, he can live alone for a long time.

The train finally stopped, and the iron door outside the carriage was opened.

A German interpreter shouted at the door of the carriage: "It is convenient to unify after getting off the train, then bury the corpse and follow the arrangement to eat uniformly." Don't run around, the Soviet soldiers don't know German, and if you have a misunderstanding, you will die in vain. ”

He shouted loudly and quickly disappeared, and then at the door of the next carriage he reminded the captives without moving.

The people in the carriage struggled to get up, most of them couldn't stand up straight, and almost everyone was shaking violently.

Not because of fear, but because of the cold.

It was so cold in this place that there was a white mist in front of everyone's breath, and their beards and eyebrows were frozen because of their breath, and they were all hanging on top of their hair.

Among them was a short-sighted civilian prisoner who carefully removed his myopic glasses and put them in his coat pocket.

The glasses were hazy all the time, and everyone's hands were not exposed to the outside, and they had no time to wipe them, so they had to take them off.

Zhou Zhen tried his best to bend his body and lined up to get off the train like everyone else.

In addition to the two corpses, four or five other people could not get up, lying helplessly on the floor waiting to die.

It was not yet dark, and Zhou Zhen could clearly see the surrounding environment when he got off the train.

The area of the railway station is large, except for some buildings that act as boundaries, there are no walls at all.

The train station has two platforms, the platforms are large, and there are quite a few trucks loading and unloading goods.

They got off the passenger flow platform, and more than 100 people got down from each carriage, and more than 1,000 people stood on the platform densely in more than a dozen carriages.

Only a few dozen Soviet soldiers were maintaining order, and when they arrived at this place, they were not at all afraid of the escape of the prisoners.

It is almost 10,000 kilometers from Europe, and the only result of escape is starvation and freezing to death in the wilderness.

There are two freight warehouses that Zhou Zhen is concerned about, one is on the opposite side, which should be an arms warehouse, separate from the passenger platform.

Another warehouse of living materials was on the same side, about five hundred meters away from him, and there were more than a dozen warehouses.

Zhou Zhen was not impulsive, and when he saw a captive trembling and carrying a dung bucket, he walked over. "I'll help you."

The other party froze. "Thank you."

Zhou Zhen smiled with the other person, covering his mouth and nose with his clothes like him, and the two of them carried the dung bucket and followed the others to the toilet.

In fact, the bucket does not smell at all, because all the feces and urine have long been frozen into ice cubes.

Zhou Zhen spat on the ground, and before it landed on the ground, it turned into an ice cube and smashed on the ground into several pieces.

The area was much more heavily managed, with a section of wall with watchtowers and soldiers on top.

Buckets of dry ice manure are placed next to a large fire and roasted for a while, the outer layer melts, and when poured in turn, it is a cylindrical ice cube.

Because it is roasted over fire, the smell here is very smoky, and the smell is mixed with the smell of disgust.

The soldier who carried the dung bucket with him was a strong young man, and he asked Zhou Zhen, "Where are you from?" ”

"Hanover. What about you? ”

"Königsberg, but it is now said to have become the Kaliningrad of the Soviet Union, and not only do I have no homeland, but I also have no home."

Zhou Zhen glanced up at him, his young face full of confusion.

He wanted comfort, but he couldn't say anything. Until the 21st century, the Soviet Union was gone, and it was still a Russian enclave.

East Prussia, became a historical term.

After the dung buckets were emptied, they were all piled up on the other side of the road, with two dung cans per carriage, and more than two dozen dung barrels were stinking.

And downwind of the stench, there is the canteen.

It was too cold outside, and the cafeteria was a hall, and they went in according to the number of the carriages and lined up in detachments.

Zhou Zhen and the others went in a little later because of the manure bucket, and the queue was already lined up.

Everyone sat on the ground, and in front of them was an iron lunch box, which had not been washed, and there were still scraps of the food on it.

Many people wiped their lunch boxes with their hands or the plackets of their clothes.

Zhou Zhen quickly found his carriage and was just about to go over when he was called out by a Soviet soldier.

He glanced back and understood what the soldier meant.

He walked over to a long row of tables, took a lunch box from it, and returned to his group.

Before getting out of the car, he thought about acting at the right time.

The guards on this side of the cafeteria are tighter than on the platform, so it's better to go back to the platform than to do it here.

He's not in a hurry, there's still one night to spare.

Returning to the front of the team, Zhou Zhen also sat down on the cold ground, and there was a little temperature in the hall because more than a thousand people came in.

Bringing more temperature is the kitchen behind a row of glass windows, where there is a row of stoves and cauldrons in which a rich mushroom soup is cooked.

This mushroom soup is made with a small amount of mushrooms and artificial butter, and the taste is not worth mentioning, but it is already a blissful enjoyment to drink with a mouthful of hot soup.

Everyone's life is maintained by the hot soup of this day.

Soviet soldiers came out with iron buckets, each of whom could distribute a full box of mushroom soup, and then a piece of bread.

The bread is not large, and it is impossible to eat it at all, but the purpose of the Soviets is only to starve them to death, and it is impossible to be full.

Zhou Zhen ate the piece of bread in three or two bites, and as for the box of mushroom soup, he really couldn't eat it.

I don't know how long this lunch box hasn't been washed and how many germs there are.

Beside him sat the young soldier who had no home, a small piece of bread, a box of soup, which obviously did not satisfy his hungry stomach.

Zhou Zhen poured half of the soup for him, and then poured the remaining half to an apparently sick captive on the other side.

He barely supported himself, his body trembled, and no one knew if he would be able to make it through.

By the time I got back, it was already dark and the lights at the train station were already on.

There is also an extra group of spectators here, and it should be the students of this city who are out of school.

They were organized to watch the German prisoners in the open space between the toilet and the platform.

These children, the oldest of whom are fifteen or sixteen years old, and the youngest who are only ten years old, have begun to cultivate their hateful instincts at this age.

Many students had stones in their hands, and across a row of railings, they used the stones in their hands to hit Zhou Zhen and the prisoners.

Each captive remained silent, dodging the stones, and even if the head was beaten and bleeding, he could only consider himself unlucky.

Zhou Zhen has been silently observing the surrounding environment, modeling the environment of the entire train station, and then designing his own escape route.

This is the best time period, and his escape alone can cause chaos, and in chaos, it is easier for him to escape.

It's getting dark, as long as he doesn't get caught in the first place, he can fly high.

As for the fate of other people, it was never in Zhou Zhen's consideration.

The main thing is that he is reluctant to enter the carriage again, and as soon as he enters the carriage, he is locked from the outside, making it even more difficult to escape.

It was almost time to reach their carriage, and there was a soldier on duty in front of them.

Although the soldier was holding a gun in his hand and his eyes were on the captive, his vigilance was not high.

In this place, no one believed that these captives would escape.

But when Zhou Zhen walked to his side, he suddenly made a move.

Zhou Zhen didn't use all his strength to strike, although it was clean and neat, it would expose his strength.

He punched the opponent's Adam's apple with his left hand, and the soldier looked at Zhou Zhen in astonishment and couldn't say a word.

And Zhou Zhen dodged, turned behind the soldier, hugged his head with both hands, and twisted it vigorously.

His cervical spine clicked and was twisted off by Zhou Zhen, and before he let go of his body, Zhou Zhen had already grabbed his gun.

This is a Soviet World War II-era equipment rifle Mosin Nagant, although it is only a five-round single magazine, which can only hold five bullets at a time, and the magazine must be changed after the shot.

But the accuracy of this gun, even decades later, is among the best.

snatched the rifle, Zhou Zhen reached out and took two more five-round magazines from his body, and then kicked the ground with his right foot, and the person rushed towards the waiting hall.

All this happened in a few seconds, and almost everyone had not reacted, and Zhou Zhen had disappeared.

The soldiers' whistles finally sounded, and there was some commotion in the camp of the German prisoners.

A group of soldiers rushed over, but when they entered the hall, there was a crowd of Russians waiting for a ride in the hall.

Several soldiers from the train station on duty, chasing at the entrance to the hall. "Don't let him run away......"

Killing is not the goal, escaping is.

After Zhou Zhen entered the hall, he did not shoot at the crowd, but only fired two shots at the roof, shattering two lights, causing panic, and fled from above the crowd to the entrance with the help of the terrain in the train station at superhuman speed.

It was only in less than ten seconds that he was already gone, and at this time, the guards reacted.