Chapter 2083 Death Factory (Part 3)

"Malachenko? The tank hero?"

Little Ivan's words obviously evoked a trace of memories in Roskov. At least he had not forgotten this name after being caught in this hellhole for almost two years.

In Roskov's impression, this name called "Malachenko" is a name that often appears in newspapers, radios and broadcasts, and is almost equated with "the victory of the Red Army". Whenever his name is heard, it seems to be accompanied by the good news of the Red Army's victory, at least in Roskov's memory before he was captured.

From Leningrad to Moscow, and then from Moscow to Stalingrad, this Malachenko is like the ultimate nemesis of German fascism. Wherever the battlefield is fierce, he will appear there. Wherever the Germans are fighting smoothly and complacent, they will be beaten by this Malachenko, so that the Red Army troops in a critical situation can turn defeat into victory in some areas.

At that time, Roskov, who was just an ordinary soldier fighting on the front line of defending his country, often thought when listening to the radio or reading newspapers, if he could also follow this Malashenko and fight in his troops, what a glorious thing it would be?

Imagine letting your family know that you are fighting with the tank hero. As long as you see or hear Malashenko's name in the newspaper or on the radio, it must be equivalent to the news that you have defeated the evil fascists.

For a Red Army soldier fighting on the front line of the Great Patriotic War, is there anything more reassuring for his family than this? The answer is of course no. It is exciting to think about being able to join Malashenko's troops. It is not just Roskov. At that time, many Red Army soldiers fighting on the front line held this idea. This is the common wish of many people.

"Malachenko, hey, I want to follow him and let him take me to fight. I want to use the best equipment to fight the most difficult Germans head-on. I joined the army for this. When there is a chance, we must strive for the opportunity to be transferred to this Malachenko's men. I am serious."

Roskov no longer remembers who the comrades who sat together in the anti-artillery hole bunker while listening to the radio and sighing like this were, but he remembered that someone said this, because he had similar thoughts at the time.

Unfortunately, such a wish was not realized after all. Of all the comrades who sat together in the anti-artillery hole and listened to the radio, only he is left alive now.

Time has passed and things have changed. Thinking of the comrades who fought side by side in the past, they have long been separated by Yin and Yang and only he is left. Lying on the cold and hard bed board and coughing again, Roskov sighed.

"Hehe, this is good news. You are right. I just don't know if I can live to that time. Maybe you can. I hope you can get out alive, old friend, cough."

Roskov's condition is a bit bad, worse than during the day. After all, during the day he was just sneezing and runny nose, but I didn't see such a violent cough.

"Hey! You have to hold on! We have been struggling for so long, how can we give up now? You should think of something good. Think about what if Malashenko can bring a large army to rescue us tomorrow, and think about those Germans being trampled under the feet of our prisoners."

"Don't you want to see it with your own eyes when it's so good? If you die now, what will the suffering you have suffered in the past be? You will have lived in vain."

Before being captured, Little Ivan was a tank soldier and gunner, not a medical soldier. Now he has no medicine to treat diseases and save lives. He can only help Roskov to hold on as much as possible through this "mental treatment" method.

Maybe what Little Ivan said really worked, or maybe Roskov's willpower overwhelmed the disease and took the upper hand for a while.

In short, when Roskov spoke again, he had a little smile on his face, and he looked and sounded much better than the self-destructive state just now.

"Well, you're right, I have to find a way, uh, to hold on, I can't live in vain after holding on for so long."

Seeing that his good brother, who depended on him for life and helped each other with work on weekdays, was now in high spirits and rekindled hope, the smile on Little Ivan's face could not be concealed no matter what.

"That's right! We agreed that after we get out of here, I will buy you a drink. I will find a way to get two bottles of wine, four bottles, or six bottles! Anyway, I have to drink to my heart's content. I'm almost dying of greed just thinking about it. I have to drink the best vodka!"

The Red Army who can't drink is not a good Red Army, and those who don't drink at all may be spies of the Germans.

Before being captured, I often told such jokes. Now I think back, I almost forgot what the wine tasted like. Listening to his good brother cheering him up, Roskov just smiled and didn't say anything else. He simply fell asleep without saying anything.

But Roskov never said the words hidden in his heart from beginning to end, and didn't tell the hopeful little Ivan, his good brother who depended on each other for life.

Even if the Red Army really came and liberated this place, can we prisoners who once laid down our weapons and surrendered to the enemy really be forgiven? Can we really return to our hometown and reunite with our relatives who don't know what the current situation is?

Roskov, who fell asleep after a long time, kept thinking about this matter, and was still unsure of the final answer.

Roskov still remembers some of the things he heard before he was captured. Even if he escaped and returned to the team after being captured by the Germans, it would probably not be a good thing. Countless suspicions and interrogations will follow. Maybe if you get rid of your identity as a prisoner of the Germans, you will have to become a prisoner of your own country. How can this be considered a good thing?

The early morning sun shone brightly on the white snow that had fallen all night. Roskov, who probably only slept for two or three hours last night, was now lying in the snow in a not-so-good condition, wearing only thin clothes. Qiu Yi, who lives in the same house as him, is waiting in line with his comrades who are also Red Army prisoners of war, waiting for the Germans to come over to assign today's work tasks and take them to the construction site.

"I hope the Germans will issue cotton-padded clothes early this year. It's so cold here. It's probably only minus four or five degrees Celsius at most. It won't be long before it could be minus ten or twenty degrees. It would kill someone to work wearing this piece of rag."

The comrade and co-worker beside him was muttering in a low voice. Roskov, who felt that his condition had not improved and was not getting enough sleep, did not have the energy to talk, so the unshaven Big Ivan followed casually.

"Come on, when did the Germans care about our life and death? A dead dog would be better than you."

"Shh, stop talking! The Germans are coming, shut your mouth!"

Little Ivan's repeated reminders made Big Ivan quickly shut his mouth. Everyone knew that the SS leader responsible for managing them Red Army prisoners of war was a pervert who liked to torture people when he had nothing to do. In the past, he used to have a female Red Army prisoner of war from the camp next door kneel down and lick his boots until they were shiny and shiny, and then drag them out and slaughter them to satisfy his perverted desire to conquer.

The comrades all gritted their teeth against the SS leader who deserved to be shot, but they had no choice now. As long as they still wanted to survive, they had to pretend to be cowards and do as he said.

Seeing this arrogant, arrogant bastard dressed in black dog skin standing in front of him, with his heavily armed lackeys holding guns, everyone, including Roskov and Ivan the Great, dared not speak out in anger.

One thing that may be called good news is that this bastard, who was privately nicknamed "Black Dog" by his brothers, at least seemed to be in a good mood this morning, with a somewhat sinister smile on his face. , quite happy.

Based on past experience, if this black-skinned dog behaves like this early in the morning, it is estimated that he can avoid the tormenting process and let people go directly to the construction site. This is for every Red Army prisoner of war present. An out-and-out good thing.

Not having to torment people with different methods before going back to work is the greatest blessing of the whole day.

"Ahem - uh huh -"

This black dog needs to be lectured. Sometimes he is lectured, sometimes he is not. Anyway, he always comes here every once in a while before going to work. It is probably a way to satisfy his perverted desire to conquer and command these Red Army prisoners of war. It should give him an inexplicable sense of accomplishment.

At this time, it is best not to make any noise to interrupt his speech. If you fart loudly, it will make him furious on the spot, so it is best to stand still and don't move.

"Every bandit prisoner of war in Camp No. 3, before starting work today, I think I should congratulate you first. Because you have survived another difficult autumn and ushered in another winter in Auschwitz. , the first snow has fallen, and we are one step closer to the ultimate goal of labor making people free!”

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