Soviet-German central theater, northeast of Smolensk.

Scarlet everywhere, rivers of blood.

The war machine, which emits a deafening roar, reaps life mercilessly, and behind it is a gray-black, icy tide.

The dazzling red was quickly swallowed up by the cold gray, and soon annihilated.

Ignited by the flames of war, Andrea Pol is like hell on earth.

Under the pincer offensive of the German Army Group North and Army Group Center, the Soviet Northwest Front, as the salient of the Soviet Union, was caught off guard and cut off the rear route, and the soldiers of the Hongjun Army, who had not had time to evacuate, could only drop their weapons and burdens in the gray-black armored torrent, kneel on the ground with fear on their faces, and raise their hands high.

The surviving Soviet commissar wiped his eyes blackened by the smoke and fire, calmly looked at the soldiers who were kneeling on the ground with their hands raised, or wept and raised the Tokarev pistol with their only remaining right hand, but did not point it at their compatriots begging for mercy, but at the approaching invaders.

Opposite him, a dozen German soldiers with rifles, waiting for orders from their commanders.

Glancing nostalgically at the dazzling red cloth flying in the wind on the handle of the pistol, the Soviet commissar's eyes widened sharply, and he shouted the last words in a voice strong enough to tear his throat.

"Ula !!"

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Before the trigger of the pistol could be pulled, the commissar's fragile body lost control and staggered backwards.

Bright red flowers dotted the already tattered uniforms, as if because he had not been able to take away an enemy, the commissar fell into the blood-stained ground with regretful eyes half-open.

Seeing his political commissar being shot mercilessly, the ears of the Hongjun soldiers seemed to echo with the call to charge, and the fire in their chests was like a raging sea of fire, burning the fear of death to ashes.

More than a dozen Hongjun soldiers who had already laid down their weapons snatched up the weapons on the ground with red eyes, and their mouths let out the last sound of their lives in unison.

"Ulla!! Ulla!!! Ulla!!!!! ”

Obviously, there were only a dozen people roaring, but the German soldiers subconsciously felt that hundreds of thousands of livestock were pouring up like a tide in front of them.

The continuous gunfire rang out, and the German soldiers, who had already prepared for it, gave the prisoners a chance to turn back again.

The sound of Ula was far away, and there were more than a dozen cooler corpses on the ground.

"How many times have I told you that I will meet someone wearing that dress in the future."

Looking at the dozen or so soldiers who showed admiration for the enemy, the German officer who stepped down from the military vehicle had a dead face, and pointed to the Soviet commissar who was still holding a small red cloth in his hand after his death.

"Don't take prisoners, don't hesitate, shoot directly! Remember, they are the only ones who will not surrender. ”

Although such an order was given again, after the officer had left in the car, a German soldier quietly closed the eyes of the commissar.

Immediately afterwards, the German 2nd Infantry Echelon walked from behind, cautiously mending the corpses with bayonets, and executing the wounded on the spot as soon as they were found.

The dead are liberated, but the survivors are still suffering.

Fifty thousand prisoners of war were escorted in a certain direction by military vehicles......

Beyond the horizon, it gradually dimmed after all.

Time flies, and a week has passed in the blink of an eye.

At the strong request of Commissar Vladimir, Petrov cancelled the death test that had been used to eliminate garbage, raising the reverence of the prisoners of Novis for the Commissar again, and everyone believed that at least until he went to war, there would be no more deaths in Novis.

Soon the prisoners discovered that Novis was missing a Chinese worker who seemed to be submissive, and a madman who was trained to die.

No matter what time it is, as long as there is free time to let the wind out, the prisoners can find a sweaty skinny hemp pole in the corner of the training ground.

Weightlifting, push-ups, punching, and even being fattened by Rezenov.

Obviously his hands and feet are gesturing weak movements, but the yellow skin always looks serious, as if he is really doing something very powerful, which also makes many guys like Novskovsky who hang out all day a little more fun.

Anyway, if you have nothing to do, going to the monkey show is also a good pastime.

Obviously, in addition to the shooting training with a rifle, no one takes this guy who is busy and tired all day seriously, no matter how good the gun is, it can't change the fact that the body is a thin hemp stick, as an excellent black boxer, he naturally looks down on the guy who has no physical foundation in the hemp stick, in the eyes of everyone, no matter how much he practiced, it was just a drop in the bucket, it was better to practice more shooting.

Of course, because he is likely to become a comrade-in-arms in the future, in order to avoid an extra black hole from a friendly army behind him, at least on the surface, everyone has a kind expression, which makes Xia Jie feel that the interpersonal relationship he is in has improved a lot.

Unlike other prisoners who indulge when they have leisure time, Xia Jie has a sense of urgency in every minute and every second in Novis, which also forces him to constantly squeeze his potential under Rezenov's arrangement, I don't know if it's because of the remodeling of his body in that strange space, Xia Jie, who only sleeps for four hours a day, actually didn't collapse, but struggled to adapt to it, whether it hurt his body or anything, he didn't think about it at all, if he couldn't survive on the battlefield, everything was just empty words.

Although he has not yet formed a complete concept of war, Xia Jie has learned a lot in basic martial arts, physical strength, physical training and tactical movements, in his words, 'I can fight the two of me now'.

It's just that adaptation is adaptation, and the mental and physical pain brought by over-squeezing oneself is still unavoidable, but fortunately, Xia Jie has a lot of experience in how to deal with suffering, because in his opinion, the pain caused by exhaustion and torture is still not as good as the vicious words of others, and chatting with Rezenov about a little bedtime story is enough to dispel physical and mental exhaustion.

When he is alone, he can still find something to do, not to mention that he is no longer alone at the moment, he really regards Rezenov as his brother.

Two poor people from different eras meet in the wrong place, but they unexpectedly build an enviable harmonious relationship, so harmonious that if it weren't for the prisoners' understanding of Rezenov's personality and character, they would even think that the reason why the two of them stick together every day is because someone sold their butts.

After all, such was the relationship between Novskowsky and Joseph.

“…… Although it was a very difficult time, I was not too worried about the German invasion, after all, these guys couldn't even defeat Moscow, and they had that chance. ”

Leaning against the cement wall of the cell, Rezenov, who was addicted to smoking, took a deep breath, resisted the urge to smoke with some difficulty, and looked at Xia Jie, who was standing upside down at the base of the wall with his arms propped upside down, and said lightly.

"Believe me, the Germans will never get in."

The handstand was held to the limit, and Xia Jie, who was covered in sweat, kicked lightly and quickly came down from the wall.

After some special training, Xia Jie also has some unique capable temperament at this moment, especially the naked upper body, and he vaguely has the outline of refined muscles.

It doesn't stink either, Xia Jie wiped the sweat on his face with Rezenov's old clothes, and asked with some curiosity.

"Based on this alone, do you think that the Germans could not defeat the USSR? Dude, you're too hasty. ”

Although I know that what Rezenov said is right, the Germans did plant a heel on the territory of the Soviet Union, and even were counterattacked all the way to Berlin, but now, it is only half a year after the end of the Battle of Moscow, and the invincible German army is still a strong enemy that is difficult to resist in the eyes of most people, Xia Jie doesn't know where Reznov has the confidence to say such things.

"Ha, Chartier, if this is not a reason, then Stalin is still here, and I am not dead, this is finally a reason, right? If I were serious, I would be able to drive the Germans out of Ukraine by myself. ”

The bearded man made a rare joke with a smile, which made Xia Jie a little hilarious and a little speechless.

"Brother, don't blame me for exposing your shortcomings, you can't even beat a dog, how can you drive the Germans out of Ukraine? You must know that without my dagger, you have already gone to see Lenin's mentor......"

"You kid...... Come, before going to bed, I'll teach you a few more tricks, stand up, do you know what the Achilles' heel is......"

"Don't, don't, brother, you're a communiqué personal vendetta!"

After a little fight, it was time to fall asleep unconsciously, although the guards patrolling for special reasons did not embarrass the two, but the two were not too much.

Lying on the bed, Xia Jie racked his brains to recall what he learned in history class, and after thinking about it, he probably remembered that the Germans seemed to be divided into two ways under the arrangement of the mustache, all the way to fight Stalingrad in the summer, and all the way to the Caucasus in the south to grab oil, but unfortunately they all failed.

Thinking of this, Xia Jie didn't want to, swaying the battle situation was not something he could do now, not to mention, even if he told the future, I am afraid that he would not easily gain Mao Zi's trust, and it was more likely that he would be arrested as a spy or something, but the gains outweighed the losses.

Since Maozi finally won the victory, it is better to let Maozi bleed like in history, after all, Maozi has bullied the Chinese people in history, so as to buy time for the development of the motherland.

A weak hairy bear is a good hairy bear.

If you want to rely on the big brother of the Soviet Union to develop astringentism, it will not work after all, because of the lack of talent, the Soviet Union will eventually disintegrate after the war, so it is better to hand over this glorious and great task to your own motherland.

Putting aside these troublesome things, Xia Jie suddenly recalled the amazing flying knife.

"Brother, your flying knife is too powerful, I want to learn flying knives from you, do you think it can work?"

Lying on his own bed, Rezenov picked at the soles of his feet with his index finger that buttoned his ears.

"Okay, why not?"

"Uh-huh~ brother, you're the best."

"Hmm."

“？”

Seeing that Rezenov was still clasping his toes and didn't react for a long time, Xia Jie was a little puzzled.

"Brother, won't you teach me?"

Hearing this, Rezenov finally put down his index finger that exuded a black aura, a little helpless.

"Teach you? Shall I teach you my head? Do you want to learn how to get a dagger first? Or can you learn it if I talk to you? ”

"Ah...... Haha~"

'Get a dagger?' This is still in the concentration camp, how can you ...... it?'

smiled a little awkwardly, Xia Jie still took this matter to heart.

Since you can't get quick results in hand-to-hand combat, you can make up for the disadvantage of a handful of throwing knives.

Even if the other party is better than himself, as long as he distances himself, who can eat?

"What do you think we people are fighting hard with the Germans for? Isn't it to make the next generation live more like individuals? Chartier, do you say that when this war is over, the children will be able to eat bread? As long as the next generation can stand up, the Soviet Union will be really strong, right? ”

In the darkness, Rezenov suddenly asked.

Coming back to his senses from thinking, Xia Jie thought about the future Russian youth, and couldn't help but feel sorry for the bearded man.

He can't tell the man in the dark that the Soviet Union is gone, he can't say that in the future it will be called Russia, and it has embarked on the road of capitalism, because it has been disintegrated due to cultural invasion, and after the disintegration, not only has it not received a penny of 'verbal aid', but it has also been soft bullied by European and American countries.

And in the future, the Russian economy is still sluggish, although it is true that it can eat bread, but it is far from being called a good life, coupled with the division of Ukraine, which has been reduced to the palace of Europe, it has made 'Ukrainian' miasma everywhere, not to mention, there are many extreme Russian young people who have also embarked on the road of worshipping Nz, tattooing Nz swastika tattoos on their bodies, wearing skull badges, performing Nz salutes, and even bullying veterans and insulting martyrs in cemeteries......

Nothing can be said, nothing can be said.

Xia Jie was shocked to find that telling the truth sometimes brings unbearable guilt.

This feeling is like standing in front of a great man, and there is no way to tell the great man that half of the good cabbage you have bothered to cultivate for decades has changed its taste, and you are talking about Ali Kata and international, wearing a kimono or a suit in the martyr's cemetery and scolding the soldiers and police for square dancing, and the other half is because you want to connect with the international community and are decorated by some people with ulterior motives to give one gift and two gifts to the crooked nuts that can't distinguish the women icon.

Having said this, even the great man may find it difficult to accept it for a while.

Long.

"Chartier?"

"Brother Rezenov, you're right, the USSR is indeed a great country."

"It seems that you kid is still very discerning."

Xia Jie smiled bitterly.

If I really had a vision, I would definitely not care about other people's affairs, and I wouldn't have been hit by a car and came here to suffer. (End of chapter)