Novis concentration camp.

A luxurious room for the prison warden.

Delicate murals are framed on wooden walls, period vases and porcelain are casually placed on the floor, and precious carpets are tightly attached to the high-end wooden floors, retaining the heat from under the floor pipes for a long time.

After taking a sip of the contents of the glass, Ivanovvich put the heavy glass on the table, leaned back on the sofa with his eyes closed, not knowing what he was thinking, and frowned from time to time.

Adjutant Sergei put the last document taken out of the safe into the blazing brazier and slowly straightened up.

Allowing the red-hot brazier to burn the carpet under his feet, he knew that Ivanovvich, as the owner of the carpet, would not care about this.

Because the black fighter who sells it can earn him back ten of these carpets in the ring.

Even if it is not good, you can sell the fighter to a rich man as a thug.

The point is, money is never an issue for rich people who like to watch black boxing fights, the most serious problem is that there are no contestants who deserve it.

The audience wants to watch the fierce beast blood fight, not two sissy tickles.

This is the fundamental purpose of the existence of the 'concentration camp' in Novis, and it is also the real reason why it is a concentration camp for re-education through labor prisoners.

And now, the invisible rich man in front of him is facing the dilemma of lack of people in the boxing ring.

Of course, for Ivanovvich himself, this may be just a small loss, as long as something is destroyed and not seen by someone who should not see it.

"Sergey, forget about these things that do not exist and fully cooperate with the work of the commissar of Vladimir."

Looking at the red-hot charcoal fire in the fireplace, Ivanovich's voice was unusually calm, and the calmness in his tone infected the adjutant who was a little apprehensive.

"Everything else is not important, this time, it should be regarded as giving back to our great motherland."

Lowering his head slightly, Sergei breathed a sigh of relief.

"Understood."

………… Dividing line ............

For the fighters in the Novis concentration camp, although there was a peaceful-looking political commissar next to the cold-blooded trainer during training, there was no way to shed a drop of sweat.

Even though they knew something had happened here, the prisoners couldn't change anything except to turn into a corpse.

Whether they are sent to the underground black boxing stadium with a high mortality rate or sent to the battlefield full of artillery, the prisoners who have lost everything due to various changes always have no choice.

In Rezenov's opinion, the biggest change with the addition of an army commissar is that there is no change.

The training program was still led by Petrov, a training officer from the Cheka, an intelligence organization from the former Anti-Counterterrorism Committee, now known as the NKVD.

A cold killing machine.

It is worth mentioning that he still wonders why Petrov only gave Shartier a stick......

“…… For you, the basic martial arts of Sambo (Самбо, Sambo) are not unfamiliar, and the fools who can't learn it have already fed the dogs, so I won't go into more detail here.

Scum, feel honored, before you die on the battlefield, as a reserve soldier of the punishment battalion, you have the qualifications to contact the higher level of martial arts, and in the next month or so, I will teach you more advanced and systematic martial arts.

The study of this set of martial arts is based on your basic martial arts, and it has nothing to do with me whether you will learn it or not, and whether you will run into the muzzle of the German like an idiot in the future, I just make sure that you understand that you are an idiot who can't learn anything before you die. ”

Hearing Petrov say this, he stood quietly behind, carefully observing the cold-faced bald Xia Jie's face suddenly collapsed.

Perhaps, the military physical boxing I learned in college military training will be of some use?

The first move is a lunge punch, what is the second move, piercing the monkey bullet kick?

No matter how he comforted himself, as long as he considered the college student who had played sixteen sets of military body boxing but was slashed 32 times by the gangsters, Xia Jie felt that his eyes were gloomy.

If you really need basic martial arts knowledge as the cold bald head said, then you can only stare dryly like an elementary school student who has just graduated from the sixth grade and picked up advanced mathematics.

"Система is a fighting system based on a perfect understanding of yourself and your enemies, you don't need to know where she came from or what she means, I just need you to understand that Система can allow you to deal with most fighting situations, allowing you to take out your enemies before they are at a disadvantage.

Before we get to the real talk about Sistemma, I want you to memorize four words: relaxation, balance, perception, and breathing. ”

Glancing at the prisoners with excitement in their eyes, Petrov was not surprised.

As a high-secrecy level of military combat art, the military side has strictly restricted the movement of Sistemma among the people.

Fools who casually teach Sistema to the outside world will only be secretly executed for treason, not to mention, except for the special intelligence department, officer bodyguards and special secret police who have systematically learned Sistema through the way of teaching, even if some people know about some moves or concepts about Sistema, they will never be able to understand the true core of Sistema.

No martial artist would turn down Sistma, not even a group of black boxers who could easily take out a dozen people.

The only thing that made him feel strange was that ordinary punishment camps were just consumables that existed as cannon fodder, and they usually only needed to go through simple firearms and combat training to be pulled into battle, and there was no need to learn this advanced martial art.

From this point of view, the punishment battalion that Vladimir Commissar was responsible for forming seems to be somewhat different from ordinary punishment camps......

"Nikolai, you come out."

At Petrov's command, Nikolai, whose muscles were knotted and a foot two meters tall, stood up like an iron tower.

Stared at by the cold blue eyes that were a head shorter than himself, Nikolai, who had no opponent in the concentration camp, felt a little weak in his heart.

Obviously, the other party just stood there and looked at him, but the cold hairs on his skin stood up one by one.

This made Nikolai realize once again why Ivanovich, as a warden, would stay away from the man in front of him.

"Relax your body, relax your mind, relax everything you ......"

Although he was a little confused, Nikolai began to relax in a deep breath.

"Yes, that's it...... Don't stretch too much down there, and soften your stupid rotten bastard for me! ”

The soft tone changed instantly, Nikolai's face stiffened, his crotch was raised, and the chrysanthemum was tightened, and he almost missed something that shouldn't be clipped.

After Nikolai's body relaxed, Petrov threw a slow punch into Nikolai's bulging chest.

Seeing that the trajectory of the fist was not fast, and it looked soft, Nikolai felt that after the severe pain, his heart was numb, and his breathing was short.

"Hiss......"

"Does it hurt?"

Retracting his fist, Petrov stared at the big man in front of him gasping for air.

"It hurts a little, but it's not exactly painful, it's a little numb......"

Nikolai, who was clutching his chest, honestly bowed his head and replied, in Xia Jie's opinion, the big man at the moment was a bit like a brown bear tamed by the Russians.

"Do you know what happens if you just tighten your chest?"

Nikolai was not given a chance to respond to himself, not so much as to ask questions, but to explain to the people who were a little confused.

"Your muscles will perfectly transmit the impact of my fist to your heart in a tense state, so that your heart is seriously damaged, so that now you are not holding your chest and panting, but being lifted into the dog pen, and in a relaxed state, you can disperse my strength throughout the outer layer of the chest cavity, which perfectly protects your internal organs."

Nikolai's face was a little ugly, but he didn't dare to say anything, just used his own fighting methods to relieve the pressure on his body.

After a few breaths, as if to confirm Petrov's words, Nikolai only felt that his body was no longer in trouble, and when he opened his prison uniform, he saw that there was already a shallow red mark on his chest.

The hidden trace of resentment disappeared without a trace, and Nikolai felt a little more awe in his heart.

Turning his head, Petrov looked at the crowd with different faces.

"That's the first lesson I taught you, relax.

For the next two hours, you find your own partner to do relaxation exercises, the two of you take turns to alternate, one person relaxes and lies down, and the other person steps on the body lying on the person and pedals moderately, until you have successfully achieved perfect relaxation, and when you have completed the perfect relaxation, you can come to me for a check-up, and the consequences of not being able to do it are the same as before, I think I don't need to say anything more. ”

Speaking of this, Petrov glanced at the Chinese intentionally or unintentionally, but found that the Chinese had no other expression on his face, but immediately went to his cellmate Rezenov as a training partner.

'Stupid fellow, give precious food to this waste, and sooner or later you will kill yourself for your actions......

With a sarcastic smile, Petrov, who was about to tell Nikolai to turn away, dispelled his original thoughts and spoke again.

"Chinese, you come here, because there are not enough people, so I will be your partner."

His face froze, Xia Jie slowly turned around like a rotten robot, opened his silent mouth, and pointed at himself with a finger of disbelief.

Rezenov sighed helplessly, shook his head at Xia Jie again, and signaled him not to resist.

Nikolai, who was still standing squirming, froze, and his anticipation turned into disappointment.

A feeling of betrayal welled up in my heart, and an inexplicable sense of humiliation disappeared in a flash, as if it were an illusion.

Petrov didn't speak again, just stared at Xia Jie with a gloomy gaze.

However, this is more useful than any verbal warning.

In desperation, Xia Jie could only say goodbye to his Soviet big brother sadly, and came to the side of the Soviet Union's cold version of the bald 47 with a look of humiliation.

In the end, Nikolai, the big man, and the bearded Rezenov came together, and their bodies were gently overlapped......

Don't think about it, they're just stepping on each other.

By the way, at this moment, Nikolai only felt that he had a lump of moving excrement standing on his body, especially in a relaxed state, and every breath was the biggest challenge to his physiological endurance.

Even though he was ready to smell the smelly socks, the smell that exuded the greatest malice of human beings still made him almost roll his eyes and return to his mother's arms, thinking back to the past, even the excretory cylinder that he hadn't brushed for ten days didn't stink so much.

"Rezenov, fuck your socks are made of shit, right?"

Without responding to the other party's meaning, Rezenov stiffened his face and quietly leaned his right foot near Nikolai's neck.

"Vomit ......"

The other side.

"Relax, relax, relax......"

Just like in the past, he used the idea of doing good deeds without asking for anything in return (in fact, people will not give you anything in return) to comfort and help others, Xia Jie, who was lying on the ground, constantly used hypnosis to relax his body.

Taking off his boots, Petrov stomped on Xia Jie's abdomen.

Frowning, a soft feeling came from the surface of the foot wearing a pair of clean cotton socks, and pressed down gently, but no 'hard spots' were found during the period.

This Chinese's abdomen is softer and more relaxed than he imagined.

Raising his foot again, Petrov cautiously observed where the next foot would be.

"Relax, relax, relax, relax, ......"

Silent meditation has transitioned to the subconscious, Xia Jie completely calmed down, immersed every part of his body and his thoughts in the depths of the bottomless ocean, allowing a mischievous little dolphin to constantly frolic on various parts of his body.

Not only did he not feel uncomfortable, Xia Jie even had an inexplicable pleasure.

The more he stepped on it, the more strange it became, and Petrov had the illusion that the person under his feet was actually a humanoid sponge.

Retracting his right foot, Petrov squatted down and pressed his fingers on several parts of the human body that were difficult to completely relax, but found that no matter where he pressed, this Chinese with closed eyes was in a soft state and truly relaxed.

Standing up straight again, Petrov, who was wearing boots, kicked Xia Jie in the thigh, only to find that the Chinese was as unresponsive as if he was asleep. 、

After thinking about it, Petrov still said coldly.

"You've done a perfect job, you're ready to go."

Bidding farewell to the gentleness of the little dolphin, Xia Jie could only reluctantly open his eyes and face the hellish reality again.

"Chinese, tell me the truth, how did you manage to be completely relaxed?"

Recalling the scene just now when he hypnotized himself into going deep into the sea to play with dolphins, Xia Jie responded honestly.

"Actually, I just imagined myself relaxed, and then that's it."

(End of chapter)