Chapter 2082 Death Factory (Part 2)

"How did you get these things? Little Ivan, could it be that some fascist devil captured you to sleep with her, and then gave you these as a reward to replenish your body?"

"Hahahaha, him? Just like the premature potatoes from Siberia, which blind fascist devil would like him? Are you trying to make me laugh to death?

"Hush, keep your voice down, be careful not to attract the Germans. I was questioned by their patrolmen when I just came back. ”

Even in the darkness of despair, we must find something to make people happy and maintain an optimistic attitude. Human beings need to satisfy not only material needs but also spiritual needs to survive. The despair of the spiritual world can kill a person more easily than material despair.

With the reminder of Little Ivan, who had just returned from outside and learned the latest situation, the other gentlemen present immediately stopped talking and laughed out loud. It is common for people to get carried away and fall into trouble or even lose their lives in this ghost place, so people cannot help but be careful.

After the atmosphere gradually calmed down, Little Ivan, who was chewing dried meat in his mouth, whispered to the comrades who were gathered around the table.

"The Germans asked me to repair their trains. There was something wrong with their locomotives. They were the trains that transported corpses every day."

"I worked in the train factory in my hometown for two years before joining the army when the war broke out. I have not forgotten my skills. The Germans know I can do this, and I have proved to them that I have some special value. At least they won't kill me casually, and maybe I can get some benefits. Look, these rewards on the table. "

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When Ivan was called away by the Germans near dusk, he didn't know he was going to do this, and the workers and comrades who were gathered around the table didn't know either.

Now that I heard that Ivan had earned some benefits with his own ability and shared them with his comrades instead of keeping them all by himself, the comrades were moved, but also felt a little uncomfortable.

"Suka! We are Red Army soldiers! How did we end up like this? Relying on working for the Germans to get some food to survive is like feeding a dog! I, I, I really don't understand it! "

Even the surrendered soldiers and the soldiers who laid down their weapons have a sense of honor, not to mention that these veterans have not forgotten that they were once glorious Red Army soldiers.

"Hey, don't say it. At least we are still alive, and there is hope when we are alive. Even if we have no choice now, we have to work hard to survive. Little Ivan did the right thing. He did it for all of us, for our collective. Otherwise, he would have eaten all these things. There is hope only if you get out of this place alive. No matter what you want to do after you get out, at least you have to be alive. "

The dim kerosene lamp was blown by a gust of cold wind and shook violently twice. It was almost blown out on the spot. At least it did not fall into the cold and endless darkness like outside.

The comrades sitting around the table were not willing to talk. Maybe everyone had different ideas in their hearts and should exchange opinions, but at least not now. Maybe it would be a good time to wait until everyone has figured out their thoughts. It’s not too late to talk then.

It’s not too late to turn off the lights and go to bed as stipulated by the Germans. No one wants to be beaten up by the Germans for such a small matter. The fascist lackeys' gun butts and big leather boots are never merciful, even if you have just helped them repair the locomotive that is urgently used to transport corpses.

After turning off the lights, it is time to go to bed. Lying on the cold and hard board that can hardly be called a bed, Roskov tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. He felt that he might suffer from insomnia again tonight. Maybe it was related to the fever caused by physical weakness, but it was also possible that it was because of something on his mind.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? What are you thinking about? "

Roskov was not the only one who didn't fall asleep. Little Ivan, who was sleeping on the bunk bed next to him, also didn't fall asleep.

Roskov, who was feeling unwell, coughed twice. The cold wind blowing in through the rags at the head of the bed made him wrap the blanket tighter around him, even though it was just the thickest rag among all the rags.

"Nothing, I just think I may not survive this winter. I didn't expect the first snow to come so early this year, cough cough."

Being sick in winter is a terrible thing. Roskov remembered that half of the people in the room died of colds last winter, and the number of people in the room was not filled until this year. No new Red Army prisoners of war were ever seen living in this hut. Until today, it is still empty with only a few people living in it.

The Germans never locked up Red Army prisoners of war with other people. Prisoners of war and ordinary people were separated and housed separately. Even during the day, they were separated to different positions.

Roskov thought that this might be because the Germans were worried that the captured Red Army soldiers would instigate people to revolt? Whatever, it doesn't matter anyway, especially when he felt that he had a high probability of not being able to survive this winter, who would care about it?

"I don't have medicine, but I have some good news that may help you cure your illness. Do you want to hear it?"

Good news can cure illness? This is a rare thing. Roskov, who was curious and couldn't sleep, became excited.

"What kind of good news can cure illness? Tell me, I'm listening."

It is very important for people living in such a ghost place to maintain a firm will to live. From this starting point, little Ivan feels that the gossip he brings can definitely cure the disease. This can at least make the disease better. The haunted Roskov has renewed hope.

"When I was repairing my car on the platform, the German guards didn't pay close attention. They ran away to smoke, far away from me. They even sent two Poles to help me set up a gang. I helped them last time After repairing the car once, he seemed to trust me more. ”

Roskov, who was still feeling unwell, just lay down and smiled bitterly. He didn't think the news could cure anything.

"Then what? You can't finish telling the story here, right?"

"Of course not, just listen to me."

Little Ivan kept his voice as low as possible. Others in the room were already snoring loudly. Only he and Roskov, the two people who were not asleep in the small corner of the big shop, could hear the voices.

"Those two Poles are new here. They were just arrested. One of them can also speak Russian, but he doesn't speak it very well."

"He talked to me and asked me how long I have been locked up here. What should I pay attention to while living in this place? He wanted to gain some experience. I happened to also want to know what new things were happening outside, so we started chatting."

"Guess what he told me? I finally know why no new people came into our house. It turns out that the Red Army has already reached Warsaw, the capital of Poland. There is only half a fingernail's distance from here on the map. The Germans are no longer here The Red Army prisoners could not be captured. They were beaten in a miserable state and kept losing. "

"The Pole told me that before he came in, the city of Warsaw had been liberated by the Red Army. It seems that he was right. Do you remember Malashenko? He was the tank hero! It was he who led the troops to liberate Warsaw. Maybe he used It won't take long for this place to be liberated, and then we can get out alive!"

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