Siberian Ural Coal Mine!

As soon as it was dawn, a whistle sounded suddenly.

"Fuck it!" Andreas felt like he had just woken up, only to be woken up by a whistle.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and glanced through the gap in the roof.

The sky has just revealed a touch of fish belly white, and the bird has not yet called.

"Get up, you dogs.

Arise, pig, and say what about you. ”

The big guy was still rubbing his eyes, and the two Russian overseers had already rushed in.

The stick in his hand beckoned to the prisoners of war on the beds!

"Son of a bitch!" Andreas cursed in French.

"Be quiet, that son of a bitch can understand French." Villarreal beside him whispered.

"They are the dogs of the Ming people!" Andreas muttered as he quickly got dressed.

A room full of French prisoners of war ran out of the cabin and began to stand in line!

As soon as they walked out the door, everyone smelled the smell of burnt flesh.

"Damn it!" Everyone tacitly glanced at the big chimney with black smoke not far away.

That roaring boiler that never went out, I don't know how many French prisoners of war had been devoured.

Anyway, when Andreas came here, the boiler never went out.

Villarreal used to work there, and he said that the residue from the boiler was still human-shaped bones.

The ashes were smashed by a prisoner of war who had gone mad and packed into bags.

I heard that these things were going to be used as fertilizer and sprinkled on the ground.

The fate of the prisoners of war is to return to the earth!

I don't know who said that, but here it is the bloody truth.

If you don't work hard, you will be killed, if you are sick, you will be killed, and if you are injured, you will be killed.

Anyway, as long as you don't have any use value, you will be beaten to death with sticks by those Russian and French overseers.

Then, like fuel, it was stuffed into the boiler that could never be filled.

The sun had just shown a little bit, and it was blood-red.

The sun was not dazzling at all, and the French prisoners of war were all watching.

There aren't many opportunities to watch the sunrise on the horizon like this!

From where they stood, there was not the slightest obstacle on the ground, not even a tree.

Nothing blocks the view!

Siberia is such a desolation!

Fortunately, it was already spring, and in winter, I could hear the wind roaring like a devil.

Those damned Russians would pull out a couple of hapless prisoners of war and order them to undress in the cold Siberian wind.

They're betting on who's going to be the first to freeze down!

The first person to fall will never be able to stand up again, he will be frozen alive on the ground, and the carcass will not be gnawed by the hard wild dogs.

For a while, dozens of sleeping prisoners of war froze on the ground.

Bai Huahua's body is covered in ice and snow, and she will accidentally step on it when she passes by.

Sometimes I see a hand or a foot abruptly raised in the snow, and the scene is very weird.

"It's not time for a shift change, so how can you get us together?" Someone glanced at the sun, and it was clear that it was not yet eight o'clock.

"Who the fuck knows!" Villarreal muttered.

The "pop" whistling stick slammed into Villarreal's head.

"Don't talk when you're in line!" Areola shouted at Villarreal, whose head was bleeding.

Andreas said the same. Villarreal cried out.

"He's my friend."

"Bang!" Areola's stick was drawn to Villarreal again.

"I was wrong! I was wrong! Villarreal cried and begged for mercy, but Areola's stick beckoned at him.

A stick was drawn to Villarreal's temple, and everyone could clearly hear the "click".

Villarreal no longer struggled, lying on the ground motionless.

Gray-white brains flowed out of the wound.

"Pull away, pull to the boiler room." Areola shouted fiercely.

"Yes!" The two prisoners dragged Villarreal to the boiler room, and although everyone saw that Villarreal was still breathing, no one dared to speak.

"I'll raise my hand in a moment, and you'll raise your hand!" While everyone was watching Villarreal, the head of the overseer, Lucas, whispered to Andreas.

"Why?" Andreas was puzzled.

"Don't ask, if you want to live, raise your hand with me."

"I don't commit adultery!"

"Shut up!"

Andreas looked helplessly at his two friends, who had been good friends before the war.

I was lucky enough to be assigned a company, and then ...... Again they became captives.

However, Lucas and Areola swore allegiance to the Ming and became overseers of the prisoners of war.

Andréas didn't want to, so he could only be a miserable miner.

Working more than 10 hours a day in the dark of the well, when he came up, he was no different from a black man.

Without the care of his two friends, Andreas would not have survived.

It was precisely because of these two "powerful" friends that Andreas was also isolated by the other prisoners of war.

"Do any of you want to serve Daming and give his life for Daming?" Lucas, who was at the front of the line, shouted.

There was no answer below, and everyone stood in the morning light, not knowing what Lucas was going to do.

"Those who are willing to fight for the great Ming Empire, raise your hands." Lucas shouted again.

The POWs still stared at him blankly.

It is estimated that there is an accident in the mine again, and it is necessary to organize a death squad, so the ghost is willing to go down to the hellish mine at this time.

Areola, who was standing next to Andreas, grabbed his hand and raised it high!

Andreas tried to pull back, but he didn't.

Severely undernourished, he simply couldn't match Areola's strength.

"What? I am not a traitor! ”

"Shut up, we're gone, you're going to be abused alive by the new overseer.

Shut up! Areola said viciously in Andreas' ear.

"Let's go? Where are you going? Andreas said in surprise.

"To fight for the Ming Dynasty, there are very few places needed, only those who are loyal to the Ming Dynasty.

Look at the bastards' eyes, we're gone, you're dead. ”

"Good, Lucas, Andreas, Conte, Olbi, Hopeful......!" Lucas named seven or eight names in a row, all of whom were good friends with whom they had a good relationship.

All of these people were told by him in advance that they would raise their hands today.

Lucas led the group out and brought them to the Russian overseer to fight head-on.

"Hmmm!

Yes, let them take a shower, there was a breakfast arranged, and when they were full, they went on the road. ”

Eat one's fill!

The temptation of this word was too great for the prisoners of war!

After they arrived at the Ural coal mines, no one had experienced what it was like to be well fed.

What I eat every day is either potatoes or sweet potatoes, and many of them are moldy potatoes and sweet potatoes.

The moldy sweet potato is ground into powder, steamed and eaten in the mouth bitterly.

But even if it's something like this, there's no guarantee of being full.

Only half a bowl per person per meal!

Gu Zhu

The group was brought into the cafeteria, where there was already a table full of food.

The porridge is a porridge of cornmeal, a big bowl of yellow and yellow.

There are also white buns called Daming pizza.

There are a few small pickles in the middle of the table!

These are the breakfasts of those Ming people, in the past, the big guys only had to watch, but now they can actually eat this.

No one asked why, no one thought to give in, everyone grabbed the buns like hungry wolves and began to eat.

The white, steaming big meat bun is full of meat.

With the exception of Lucas and Areola, most of them haven't eaten meat for at least half a year.

Now I can taste a mouthful of meat, it's so fucking fragrant.

"How do those people eat like dogs?"

"They all say that Europeans are clean, but I look dirty like pigs."

"That's it, I don't wash my hands and eat."

"Damn, they're not afraid of getting hot."

"It's true, the buns are so hot, how can they eat them."

A group of Ming people, like orangutans, watched a group of French prisoners of war grabbing steamed buns to eat.

It's no wonder that these Ming people are frightened when they look at it, and the fist-sized bun is thrown into the mouth and chewed twice and disappears.

There are even mouths that are so big that they are swallowed raw without chewing.

Someone choked and rolled his eyes, but his hand was still in his mouth.

A large cage of steamed buns will be wiped out within five minutes.

"I can't give them any more food, they'll die."

The kind-hearted Ming chef was shocked and stopped the apprentice from continuing to add buns.

"What are these people going to do? It's so good to feed them? ”

"The decapitated camp is alive, and the death row prisoner will also eat a bowl of decapitated rice."

"Every day there are people dying here, do you see which one has eaten before he dies?"

"So what are you going to let them do?"

"I heard that the marshal wants to choose some people from among the prisoners of war who have a heart for the Ming Dynasty.

Then they were formed into an army and went to the Middle East to fight the Kurds. ”

"Kurds?"

"It's not Sun Junmen who is fighting the Kurds in the Middle East, I heard that the results are not bad."

"What a good thing!

A few days ago, a Gurkha battalion was ambushed!

I heard that more than 100 people died, and more than 200 people were arrested. ”

"Can the Indians still fight?

Let me tell you, my cousin has been to India.

I heard him say that he had seen Indians drink cow urine. ”

"Fuck off, where does anyone drink cow urine?"

"Really, my cousin saw it with his own eyes."

"Don't believe it!"

"I seem to have heard that Indians like to drink cow urine."

"And they also like to drink the water of the Ganges, and when they die, they also pile it up by the river and burn it, and they also pour the urinal basin into the Ganges when they and pee.

The people in the upstream are emptying the urinal, and the people in the downstream are still washing vegetables and rice. ”

"Don't talk about it, the more you talk about it, the more disgusting it becomes, and you can't fucking eat."

"Yes, I'll throw you in that house and eat with the French."

The French prisoners of war could not understand the words of the Ming Dynasty, and after eating, two Ming people drove over and two tractors.

Lucas got on the tractor with the big guy, and looked at the Ural coal mine farther and farther away, and Andreas burst into tears.

He also thought that he would never be able to leave there again in his life.

The tractor took them to another mine, located thirty kilometers away, and left.

In this mine, there are also more than a dozen selected prisoners of war.

A truck came, groggy and drove, for a day and a night.

Along the way, wolves howls can be heard in broad daylight.

All of them were in a car for the first time, and they came on foot.

Many of the people who were left behind were thrown directly into the wasteland, and it is estimated that the bones have been gnawed by wolves now.

In the vast Siberian wilderness, there are not even shepherds, except for a few mines.

The wolf is the master here, and the bear is the boss here.

If you're lucky, you might even meet a tiger.

It's big, the kind that can bite off your head in one bite.

When we finally arrived at our destination, everyone was so tired that their backs hurt.

Get out of the truck and tackle personal problems on the side of the road.

They were taken to a train station where there were already hundreds of Frenchmen.

Inside the station, everyone was given a flatbread and a box of canned luncheon meat.

Many people don't open canned luncheon meat, but bite it with their teeth.

As a result, the mouth was cut and bloodied.

"Where are we going?"

Lucas asked the prisoners of war beside him.

This was the most frequently asked question among prisoners of war.

No one answered, or no one knew.

They only saw that there were many Russian soldiers standing guard with guns on the platform.

Those Russian soldiers have been very old for many years, and there are still female soldiers.

It's been almost a year, not to mention that I've tasted women, and I haven't even seen women.

The eyes of the French shoot like a wolf.

Soon, however, they were attracted to another group of people.

A train arrived, and more than 200 German prisoners of war came out of the stuffy tanks.

Then they saw another hundred and ten British prisoners of war.

After two days of sleeping on the floor at the railway station, there were 2,000 prisoners of war in the station.

It was discovered that the prisoners of war were British, French, and German.

Perhaps it is the reason for the relatively large number of prisoners of war in these three countries!

There was a stuffy tanker train at the railway station, and the prisoners of war were yelled at like cattle and boarded the tanker.

Before everyone got on the stuffy tanker, they were given four steamed buns and a box of canned luncheon meat.

In each compartment, a large gasoline drum was filled with water.

No one knows where they're going or what they're going to do.

Anyway, as long as you leave the place where you eat people and don't spit out bones, you can do anything.

Lucas was very active, and in just a few days, he had become acquainted with many prisoners of war.

When he inquired about the lives of these people after they were captured, he found that they were very similar to himself.

Most of them were sent to the mines to do some super-heavy manual work.

Every day, prisoners of war die of exhaustion, and new prisoners of war are brought in.

And the reason why they were able to live in the mine for so long was because they were willing to serve the Ming people.

Eight out of ten people here are overseers.

The remaining two, like Andreas, were coerced by the overseers.

"Now I think that the Ming people may want us to go to war." Lucas whispered to his friends.

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