Chapter 2102 Witnesses (Part 2)

"Look at this, it's worse than the one on the ground."

Following Malashenko's voice, Iushkin looked up and saw Malashenko wiping the saber in his hand, and then handed it to him.

"Try it yourself, here."

There was a crack, or a knife edge, on the blackened wall. Judging from the size, it was obviously a cut made by Malashenko with a saber. Now Malashenko asked Iushkin to try it himself.

Iushkin didn't quite understand why the commander asked this, and didn't quite understand what it meant, but he still subconsciously took the saber handed over by Malashenko and prepared to do it.

"What's the point of this?"

Iushkin, holding the saber, still didn't understand and was a little confused. The speechless Malashenko just signaled Iushkin to stab the wall with a knife. Seeing this, Iushkin immediately chose to do it.

Just like a knife stabbing into a harder tofu, it can be said that there is no obstruction or sluggishness at all. Iushkin, who was holding the saber and pushing it into the wall, was surprised by the feeling that was far beyond his imagination. The wall in front of him that seemed to be smoked black was not a solid metal furnace wall. Why? ? ?

"Keep going forward, it's not the bottom yet"

Seeing Iushkin's movement paused and the blade stopped, Malashenko immediately asked Iushkin to continue to exert force and keep stabbing down until the tip of the knife could no longer move forward.

""

Speechless, Iushkin just did as he was told, and continued to thrust forward with his right hand holding the handle of the knife.

Five centimeters, ten centimeters, fifteen centimeters, eighteen centimeters, twenty centimeters, twenty-five centimeters

The saber had stopped, but it was not because it had reached the bottom and could not go any further. It was just that the standard saber commonly used by Red Army scouts had no blade exposed at all. The entire blade was completely stuck into the wall, leaving only the handle still held by Iushkin outside, but there was no hard touch on the tip of the knife.

If he wanted to stab further, Iushkin could only push the handle in and put his hand and arm in.

Malashenko did not ask Iushkin to do this, but signaled Iushkin with his eyes that he could pull the knife out.

The saber pulled out of the wall had changed its appearance. The original silver-shining blade had now turned completely black, turning into a black knife.

Iushkin could probably guess what Malashenko was wiping when he wiped the saber just now. He slowly raised his left hand and tried to wipe off some black marks from the blade of the saber, trying to distinguish what kind of material it was by rubbing it with his fingertips.

"This is not a steel furnace wall, but another accumulated material that is piled up and clinging to the outside of the furnace wall, just like the vines that cling to the outside of the building."

"A mixture of ashes, corpse oil, and smoke stains, just like what you see on the ground, is essentially the same. A large part of the floating objects ejected from the incomplete combustion of the corpse are stuck to the wall. The corpse oil can play a certain reinforcement effect, and the sticking will not fall."

"After one layer is stuck, the next layer is stacked. I don't know how many layers have been stacked over the years. The saber can't penetrate to the bottom. The corpse oil mixture burned by the cremation is at least 30 centimeters thick. How many corpses have been burned in this furnace? Who knows?"

In the era when people still used firewood and coal to cook, the bottom of the cooking pot would be blackened, and a layer of smoke stains would accumulate on the bottom of the pot over time. Although the principle is almost the same, it is far less exaggerated and thick than the crematorium in front of us.

Burning corpses is not as simple as burning firewood and coal. The corpse oil ejected by burning fat is not so easy to burn quickly and fully. If the number of corpses is large and a large number of corpses are burned at one time, the amount will be multiplied. It is not surprising to accumulate such a thick layer of burning corpse residue in the steel furnace wall over the years.

"You said that our comrades are still imprisoned here. How many are there?"

Malachenko was putting the barely cleaned saber back into the scabbard at his waist when Iushkin suddenly said this, which seemed a bit sudden.

Malachenko's eyes turned and he probably guessed something, but there was no need to lie and conceal such a thing, so he immediately revealed the truth he knew.

"Many Red Army prisoners of war after 1941 were imprisoned here, both men and women, as you can see, there are even nurses and doctors of the Red Army. Auschwitz is one of the priority places. When the number was the largest, it was calculated in tens of thousands. They were the main force of heavy physical labor in the prisoner-of-war camp. Jews, political commissars, and Communists had no chance to work. They would be identified and dealt with at the first time, and then their bodies would be destroyed, just like what you see in front of you."

"The specific number cannot be counted for the time being. We will try to search for evidence, but based on the current situation, we can analyze and judge that there are at least hundreds of thousands of Red Army prisoners of war who have been imprisoned here from 1941 to now, and there may be more. We will find evidence and investigate it clearly, which will take some time."

Malachenko did not know how many Red Army prisoners of war had been imprisoned in this ghost place from 1941 to now, and what he told Iushkin was only a rough and relatively close situation.

After hearing this answer, Iushkin turned around and asked Malachenko.

"How many are left now? How many have we rescued?"

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Malachenko was staring at Iushkin's expression. The latter's face was obviously a little off. The signs of anger were already quite obvious. Malachenko certainly knew why.

"The specific number is still being counted, but not many. According to the information I have currently learned from Camp No. 3, only about 200 to 300 Red Army prisoners of war were found. I hope that Camps No. 1 and No. 2 can find more."

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Iushkin trembled all over. After hearing Malachenko's answer, he almost stood unsteadily and his feet were shaking.

If you add up Malachenko's two answers, it is not difficult to get the final result. You will know what the two extremely different numbers mean when they are calculated together, and you will know why Iushkin is like this.

"This bunch of fascist bastards!!! I'm going to skin these bastards and feed the meat to the dogs!!!"

Iushkin rarely gets so angry, but he knew what kind of hell this place is a long time ago, so he didn't show such anger on the spot. Malashenko can naturally understand Iushkin's mood at this moment and empathize with him.

Malashenko was speechless about Iushkin's anger, and the only thing he could do was to promise Iushkin the upcoming justice.

"Justice will not be late or absent, and it will be today, as I promised, and we will personally execute it."