The car continued to drive forward.
At this time, a horse-drawn flatbed truck passed by.
Two soldiers with guns drove the truck.
What was piled on top was not supplies and ammunition, but corpses.
The car was full, with corpses piled on top of each other, and there were probably more than twenty people there.
If there were more than 20 people, it might be too heavy to be pulled by one horse, but the corpses on top were so shriveled that there was not much meat, and it was a question of whether each of them weighed about 100 kilograms.
Everyone was dressed in rags, and their yellow-brown and dark-brown military uniforms were covered in dirt and dust.
The car didn't look like a pile of freshly dead people, but a car full of skeletons covered with dirty cloths.
Cheng Qianxun looked sideways until the carriage passed by the car step by step.
She did not look back through the rear glass of the car, but turned her head back to the front and sighed slightly.
She had to be mentally prepared.
Once inside, there would be tens of thousands of captives who were almost starving to death.
The scene would be horrifying.
Faced with this human tragedy, she was not sure she could be calm and calm.
"Follow up, keep up."
I remembered the shouting from the front again, and the car was driving slowly.
It turned out that it was a group of soldiers holding guns in their hands, and they were driving a group of prisoners carrying shovels out.
Needless to say, they must have been taken to bury the body.
Watching these captives with grimy faces and numb expressions pass by the car.
Cheng Qianxun just looked to see if there was any trace of Rudolf among them.
She had to harden her heart because these prisoners, after they buried the bodies almost, didn't know if they could come back alive.
When she turned her gaze, Sneijder was looking at her, observing her every move, but his green eyes had a light that had never been seen before, as alert as a falcon.
She turned her head away and continued to look out the car window.
The car stopped, and when Cheng Qianxun got out of the car, although he was mentally prepared, he was still shocked by the scene in front of him.
There is a house with a loft next to it and about four bungalows on the left and right.
Apparently this was originally a livestock farm or something like that.
The main house in the middle was where the owner lived, while the two sides were for employees or storage rooms.
The current house is supposed to be for officers, while the original bungalows were used for soldiers and service personnel.
So-called prison camps.
In fact, there are no houses, only land.
It may have been a horse pen for raising and walking horses.
It was surrounded by layers of tall barbed wire with brittle thorns to form a circle about the size of a standard football field.
The captives were left in it to fend for themselves.
Most of those people were dying of hunger.
They lay on the ground with their eyes closed to rest, trying to save their energy and delay their death.
I defecate, eat, drink and sleep in such a circle, and there is an unpleasant smell in the air.
"It really stinks."
Reger took out a handkerchief and put it on his nose as soon as he got out of the car, with a look of disgust on his face: "I hate this place.
Maybe they are the ones who stink worse than the Jews."
Sneijder adjusted his black leather gloves carelessly: "You only come here once a day.
Walk around once and then leave if you have nothing to do.
But I have to single out the officers among so many people, and I have to distinguish whether they are to be shot immediately.
It’s still useful.”
Cheng Qianxun had no time to think about anything else.
She looked worriedly at the large black area in front of her.
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How could she find the moment when Rudolph's world population was less than a quarter of the population in the next seventy years?
But I saw that such a small area can accommodate so many people, which is comparable to the area occupied by people at the World Expo.
Reger also happened to be inspecting it, so Cheng Qianxun followed the two men to the stove behind the house to take a look.
I saw a lot of food unloaded from military trucks, mostly potatoes and brown bread, but it was not enough to feed so many prisoners.
Some prisoners wearing Soviet military uniforms are being guarded by soldiers.
Boil the potatoes.
Baskets of potatoes were poured directly into the pot without being peeled or even washed.
Sneed held the whip, weighed it gently in the other hand, walked slowly past the pots of steaming boiled potatoes, and said slowly and leisurely: "When people are inactive, they need 1,200 calories a day. calories, but these foods only provide 500 to 700 calories If there are more people who starve to death that night, they will be able to use the food of the dead to basically meet their energy needs for the day.
So here, those with more fat can last longer.
After two weeks, he was sent to the rear to do hard labor."
Sneijder stopped and sneered: "Our soldiers are still starving, but their great motherland has thrown more than six million mouths at us, hoping that we can feed them."
Cheng Qianxun looked at the potatoes boiling in the muddy water.
Of the hundreds of thousands of hungry prisoners outside, less than ten percent survived until the end of the War of Resistance.
Six million people have been captured, but only 10% can survive, most of whom are young adults.
War is the best way to reduce the world's population.
"You are in a trance, tell me what you are thinking about."
Sneijder was looking at her, with a bit of curiosity in his sharp eyes.
She took a deep breath and said with a heavy tone, "Human life is as cheap as grass."
Sneed suddenly laughed and pointed the whip at her: "That's right.
They think they have a large population, so they waste it wantonly.
For a small victory, they would rather use four divisions to annihilate the entire army, just to annihilate them.
Our division is even just to temporarily suspend our armored troops for a few days, and their soldiers are really worthless. " "More than six million prisoners were sent over, and other living people were willing to die rather than surrender and served loyally."
Cheng Qianxun was not optimistic.
In the end, the Soviet Union won at a painful cost.
She murmured softly: "They will not feel that their leaders' hearts are like steel, and their lives shape their political power.
They will only record all their hatred on you.
If one day the Germans are captured, they will retaliate even if they have food.
They would rather go hungry."
Dead prisoner."
"Major, there are bound to be prisoners in war.
She didn't mean that..."
Reger's face changed slightly as he defended himself.
"I know."
Sneijder raised his hand, indicating that Reger didn't need to say any more.
His handsome face became more solemn: "You're right again, that's what they plan to do.
There are so many prisoners that we can't let go.
They'll just waste food and fend for themselves.
Fortunately, we will win, otherwise we would all have to go."
Build a railway in Siberia.”
Reger smiled reassuringly, as long as Sneijder didn't think this was reactionary.
"Don't call us cruel."
Sneijder sneered, then turned to the prisoners who kept pouring potatoes into the pot and fishing them out and sneered calmly: "It's not us who are sending you to death."
The hands of some prisoners trembled.
These words may have been spoken by the enemy and would have divided their great patriotism, but when a woman from another country said them, they should have been a little touched.
Under such circumstances, what could these grassroots officers and soldiers do?
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Cheng Qianxun could only sigh slightly.
She still remembered that Japan surrendered in 1945, so the German army was around the same time.
It is currently 1941, not yet the end of World War II.
But the defense of Moscow will end with the defeat of the German army.
The reason is very simple, the cold winter.
Napoleon was also defeated in winter.
The Siberian winter can only be described as terrible.
With temperatures of dozens of degrees below zero, people can freeze into popsicles, which is not much different from the Arctic.
Cheng Qianxun suddenly felt Tianjie's intention.
Could it be that she wanted to gather four teammates and struggle to survive in the ice and snow?
And the four teammates were most likely to be incompatible camps.
The temperature has begun to drop now.
In just three days, it should have dropped several degrees.
The breath exhaled in the morning and evening is filled with white smoke.
As soon as the cold wave comes, the weather will become colder, and it can even affect places with dozens of latitudes.
In late autumn, the most mentioned news weather forecast is "another wave of Siberian cold air moving south."
Just cheer up and find the other two teammates as soon as possible.
Sneijder looked at the watch on his wrist: "Food is about to be distributed now.
I'm going to inspect it.
Do you want to go with me?"
It seems that distributing food is not within Reger's jurisdiction, but even if he is unwilling at this time, he can only say that he is happy to do so.
Buckets of still-warm potatoes and slices of black bread were placed on one side of the wire fence.
All the prisoners lined up and walked to the distribution point to receive food.
There are four spots in total, and there are long queues.
Cheng Qianxun was allowed to stand there, looking anxiously back and forth at the four people ordering food.
Some of them had just arrived and were still strong, but slightly thinner, while some were already as thin as the mummies on the corpse carriage.
There is only about one or two pieces of bread and a potato.
Even if Cheng Qianxun eats a small amount, it is not enough to eat, let alone an adult male.
From time to time, someone would faint in the queue, but no one would help them.
If someone tried to help them, they would be scolded and let go by soldiers holding guns.
If you want to get food here, you have to walk over and get it yourself.
As for those who were lying on the ground and did not get up to receive food, some prisoners began to examine them all the way from one side to the other.
Those who had died were put on a hand-drawn cart similar to the one used to transport bricks at a construction site.
Once the cart was full, they were pulled out and piled up not far from the camp. aside.
Three or four cars were quickly pulled out, and about twenty people gathered there.
Cheng Qianxun only glanced at it for a few times before focusing all her attention on the prisoners of war who came to get food.
She had no time to grieve for the human tragedy that had happened.
If she wanted to survive, she had to find other teammates. .
"You" Sneijder actually raised his whip and pointed at a person who had just finished receiving food: "Come out."
The man took the bread and potatoes, as if he didn't hear anything, and walked back a little confused.
"Did you hear that?
Come out," Sneijder repeated.
Hearing the sound of the soldier pulling the bolt of his gun, the man turned around and walked over.
Sneijder looked into his eyes: "You're still strong, but you must have lost a lot of weight along the way."
The other party didn't answer, holding the potatoes and bread tightly with both hands.
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A slight smile appeared on Sneijder's lips, and he asked politely: "Name, position" The other party still didn't answer, and stood there stubbornly with hatred on his face.
His "rudeness" or lack of cooperation was immediately punished.
The soldier walked over and put the butt of a rifle in his face. s:
I’m really tired today, so maybe I’ll just update it once, and I’ll make it up tomorrow: