By the time the three trainings were over, it was eleven o'clock.

As a little as half an hour before lunch, the prisoners in the Novis concentration camp were free to move around the open fields, which was also the best time for the prisoners to trade their py or develop their own sexual interests, provided that they were not discovered by the camp guards, otherwise they would not be assed.

It's just that at this moment, Rezenov, who heard the footsteps in the corridor, took off his stinky socks, stuffed them with a ball of hard yellow and black soap hidden in the excrement can, and carried the open end of the long socks Reznov blocked the door of the cell.

"Novskovsky, I'm on his own, you can't go in."

Forced back a little by the stench of his socks, Novskowsky frowned, then shook his head with a smile.

"You know, Rezenov, you know, you can't protect him, no one but the warden can protect him.

You should be able to see that Sergei hates this East Asian yellow skin, as a trainer who joined halfway, he can't complete the basic training at all, in my opinion, he will die in the afternoon in martial arts training, it's better to let the brothers be happy and happy before they die, rest assured, the brothers will accept your affection. ”

Seeing Novskovsky's disapproving look, Rezhnov's face sank, and his tone became three points heavier.

"He's already paid me protection money, so I have to protect him, Novskov, and don't make it difficult for me, brother."

There was silence for a while, and Novskovsky's face was also a little displeased.

"What does this yellow skin give you? Is it worth making you work so hard for him? Do you say that you have (Slavic foul-mouthed) his (Slavic foul-mouthed)? ”

Thinking back to the dry, hard black bread that was only half the size of a palm, Rezenov picked up the stinky stockings in his hand and replied solemnly.

"You don't need to know what he gave me, you just need to know that what he gave is worth it."

Seeing that Reznov had no intention of backing down, Novskovsky glared at Rezenov coldly and turned away without hesitation.

Just for a 'good ass' that he hasn't used, it's not worth fighting with the serious Rezenov.

Of course, if he had the chance, he would not hesitate to stab Rezenov in the back and take revenge.

With a slight sigh of relief, Rezenov returned to his cell, and after hiding the stinky soap as a weapon, the bearded man set his eyes on Xia Jie, whose breathing had calmed down.

"There's not much I can do, Chartier, it's up to you whether you can survive or not......

By the time Xia Jie got confused, it was already lunch time.

Fortunately, because the guards need to count the number of people in the cell after the daily lunch, because the prisoners are forbidden to leave their cells without permission, there is no need for the prisoners to go to the cafeteria to eat on their own.

Naturally, there will be special camp guards to deliver food to the cells.

Xia Jie didn't need to move his legs to eat in the cafeteria, but sat on the bed and waited for the concentration camp guards to deliver a third of his dog-like share to the cell.

Because he had only completed one basic training, Xia Jie's most important lunch was only half a black bread that was thrown on the dog's plate and stained with something dirty.

On the other hand, Rezenov's side was a bowl of porridge mixed with potatoes and radish vegetables, half a clean black bread and palm-sized cooked meat of unknown animals, which made Xia Jie extremely greedy.

It seems that Rezenov has successfully completed three trainings, and thinking of his current situation, Xia Jie's heart can't help but be a little gloomy.

Now he doesn't think about whether he can live until tomorrow, and according to the intensity of this kind of training, this afternoon is his death.

"Don't shirk, your body needs this, soak the brown bread in it and eat it will taste better."

Placing the iron bowl containing porridge in front of Xia Jie, Rezenov patted Xia Jie on the shoulder.

"Chartier, though I don't know how long you can hold out...... But I know that your efforts in the morning are worthy of this bowl of rice, and as for this piece of meat, I can't give it to you, because I need to ensure the most basic combat effectiveness, can you understand? ”

In a trance, Rezenov's voice had disappeared, staring blankly at the bowl of hot porridge in front of him, Xia Jie only felt that his nose was as sour as if he had choked on an onion, and even his vision was blurred.

This made him once again deeply aware of how weak he was.

He knew the significance of this bowl of porridge to a prisoner who had to exercise intensively every day, but he didn't understand why the bearded middle-aged man in front of him, who was hard to see the whole picture of his mouth, was so kind to him.

At least from his more than twenty years of life experience, no one but his long-dead mother and him could have done this for anyone else in such a situation.

Of course, this excludes the 'good guys' on the news.

Gritting his teeth and wiping the corners of his eyes, Xia Jie finally didn't ask why.

At this moment, he is willing to believe in Rezenov as much as he believes in himself.

Words of gratitude are as pale and meaningless as paper compared to actions.

Seeing Xia Jie start eating, Rezenov returned to his bed.

After two or three mouthfuls of what he was holding, Rezenov carefully lifted the torn cotton mattress and took out a somewhat rusted brass necklace with a round buckle from the circular crack of the wooden bed, and gently opened the clasp, but the place where the black and white photographs should have been inlaid was empty.

Reclosing the clasp and gently rubbing the family portrait necklace that no longer had a neck rope in his hand, Rezenov's eyes were a little more missing.

"Brother Rezenov?"

"Huh? Finished eating? ”

Rezenov turned his head and looked at Xia Jie, who had finished eating, with some doubts, and couldn't help but sigh a little in his heart for Xia Jie's adaptability.

At least in terms of eating, this young man from China already met the standards of the Novis concentration camp and would not go hungry for the stupid reason of eating slowly.

Putting down the iron bowl that was as smooth as a mirror, Xia Jie, who withdrew his tongue, still decided to interrupt the bearded man who was thinking about life, because he knew that time and intelligence were the most precious things for him, second only to food.

"Brother Rezenov, can you tell me about the afternoon training?"

Without shying away from Xia Jie's intentions, Rezenov carefully hid his necklace again, and after a little thought, he spoke.

"Hasn't anyone told you about any of this?"

Xia Jie shook his head with a bitter face.

As soon as I woke up, I came to this place, and the world mission that I said was good has no beginning or end, how can anyone tell me this.

"I'll just say how dare you talk to Petrov like that......"

With a strange look, Rezenov explained.

"The afternoon training will start on time at one o'clock, except for the [death test] arranged by Sergei every Friday and Sunday, it is usually a martial arts teaching led by the training officer Petrov, although Petrov is a little targeted at you in the morning, but your performance in the morning is good, in terms of Petrov's character, as long as you follow his rules, you should not continue to deliberately embarrass you."

After a pause, Rezenov's expression suddenly became a little solemn.

"Because today is Thursday, the afternoon training should be combat instruction, striking training and nerve training, in the striking training, you need to hit all the effective parts of the training soldier with your bare hands within the specified time, of course, you also have to pay attention to your own defense, otherwise the training soldier will not hesitate to break your sternum."

"In neurological training, you need to run through a 50-meter obstacle course, in which there will be 5 fixed gunners scattered and hidden, and the fixed gunners will shoot at the predetermined position within 1 second of encountering you......"

Looking at Xia Jie's increasingly pale face, Rezenov couldn't think of any words of comfort, so he could only continue.

"If you can't get out of the pistol's sights in less than a second, you're going to get shot, and no one in Novis is going to try to heal a guy who gets shot."

What made Xia Jie a little happy was that this time Rezenov did not emphasize again that he would be fed to the dog......

………… Dividing line ............

Siberia, Novis concentration camp.

13:00. East training ground.

Including Xia Jie, who was a little weak, the 19 trained labor prisoners had already lined up in the training ground on time, but the atmosphere was a little different from before.

Xia Jie knew that unconsciously, there was one less person.

"Let's get started."

Nodding to the military uniformed political commissar behind him, the training officer Petrov said coldly after scanning the disgusting garbage in front of him with a gloomy gaze.

"The fool who tried to dig an escape passage with a stick during the time of the wind has become a delicacy for the true warriors, and it may ease the ferocity of the warriors, but even so, the real warriors are enough to break your ridiculous will!

Yes, it seems to me that none of you who are incompetent are as good as those brave wolfdogs!

I don't know if this idiot who doesn't deserve a name is in the same party, and I don't care if there are people among you who have the idea of running away and digging tunnels with a fucking stick that can only stab you (Slavic foul mouth), yes, I don't care, I don't care at all, whether you stab yourself with a thin wooden stick (Slavic foul mouth) or dig a tunnel to escape!

Because you garbage wasting my time! Scum! There is no way for waste to escape from Nowvis, and while the Germans are invading our great homeland and shooting at your fellow citizens, you are still wasting precious food for front-line fighters, eating better things than dogs, and doing things that are not even as good as dogs! You guys are such trash!

Even if I close my eyes, I can pull you stinky rats out of the dark and disgusting hole and strangle them one by one, send your corpses to the dog pen, and let you make your final contribution to the great motherland! ”

A restlessness that suppressed the power of the explosion began to spread in the ranks, and even Nikolai, the model prisoner, turned red in the eyes for a moment.

Although he had long been mentally prepared to be scolded, Xia Jie still felt a little sick and angry when he was insulted like this.

Although he was not a Soviet, and he did not grieve that the Soviet Union was invaded by Germany, he knew that if these people had a little bit of patriotism in their hearts, they would not accept such insulting words and patriotic feelings.

Words are sometimes more hurtful than deeds, and Xia Jie thinks so.

Coldly glancing at the crowd of dissatisfied, suppressed anger, Petrov's momentum increased again.

In Xia Jie's opinion, Petrov's gray-blue eyes pierced into his eyes and heart like a blood-stained bayonet, making him frightened while avoiding direct gaze, tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, like a real coward.

He didn't know what it was, he could only feel that the trainer who had wantonly abused the nineteen people before wanted to kill himself, it would not be much more difficult than crushing an ant to death.

And in front of Petrov, he can only be a coward who does not dare to look directly at the other party.

"Angry? Is it painful? Want to kill me? You bunch of garbage who will only bargain with your homeland! Rubbish! Cowards who will only kneel down and surrender when the Germans come in! Don't you even have the courage to look at me!? ”

Although he had lowered his head, Xia Jie knew that the trainer was scolding him.

"We are not cowards! We will not surrender to the German dogs even if we die!! ”

Unable to endure any longer, the red-eyed Nikolai completely forgot about the rules set by Petrov and roared at Petrov.

"I (Slavic foul-mouthed), if I hadn't been caught in this hellish place by those (Slavic foul-mouthed) from the NKVD! I've already gone to the front line to kill the dogs! ”

It seems that Nikolai detonated his emotions, and the rest of the five major and three coarse labor prisoners also scolded Petrov violently.

Looking at the restless scene in front of him, a satisfied look flashed in the eyes of the political commissar of the Soviet army, but his face was still unmoved.

The rules were broken, but Petrov was not the slightest annoyed, and the roaring voice quickly overshadowed everyone.

"Shut the on you guys (Slavic foul mouth)!"

The sound fell, the bullets were loaded, and behind Petrov, four armed soldiers armed with Bobosha submachine guns had raised their muzzles towards the crowd.

Unlike the Mosin-Nagant held by the camp guards, the fast-firing Pobosha (PPSh41) was enough to turn these nearly rioting black boxers into cold corpses in a second.

Of course, everyone's emotions quickly cooled down under the muzzle of the black hole.

Seeing that everyone had finally calmed down their anger a little, Petrov, who took a step back, sneered with his hands behind his back.

"Even if you garbage have a bit of backbone, thank you to the great Stalin***, he gave you garbage a chance to rededicate the motherland to the battlefield and kill the enemy, Commissar Vladimir."

Nodding, Vladimir, wearing a Nagant revolver and wearing the usual uniform of a Soviet winter officer, stepped forward, his torn leather shoes a little gray.

"In accordance with the latest order of the High Command, all the convicts in the Novis concentration camp are to be called up."

Glancing at the prisoners with different expressions, Vladimir said solemnly.

"No matter who you were before, no matter what you have done, from this moment on, you have only one identity, and that is the reserve soldier of the punishment battalion!"

(End of chapter)