Chapter 2083 Death Factory (3)

"Malashenko? The tank hero?"

Little Ivan's words obviously brought back a trace of Roskov's memories. At least he had not forgotten this name after being captured in this hellish place for almost two years.

In Roskov's impression, the name "Malashenko" was a name that often appeared in newspapers, radios and broadcasts, and could almost be equated with "the victory of the Red Army". Every time his name rang out it seemed to be accompanied by 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 Malashenko is like the ultimate nemesis of German fascism. Wherever the battlefield is fierce, he will appear wherever the Germans are. When the fight goes smoothly and you get carried away, you will be given a slap in the face by Malashenko, so that the Red Army troops who are in a critical situation can partially turn defeat into victory.

At that time, Roskov was just fighting on the front line to defend his country as an ordinary soldier. He often thought when listening to the radio or reading newspapers, if he could follow Malashenko and fight under him. How glorious would that be in the army?

Just imagine, letting your family know that you are fighting with the tank heroes. As long as you see or hear Malashenko's name in newspapers 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 lines of the Great Patriotic War, is there anything more reassuring for his family than this? The answer is of course no. Just thinking about joining Malashenko's troops is very exciting. It was not just Roskov. There were many Red Army soldiers fighting on the front line at that time who had this idea. This was common to many people. wish.

"Malashenko, hey, I want to follow him and let him lead me to fight. I want to use the best equipment to go head-to-head with the most difficult Germans. This is why I joined the army. When we have the opportunity, we have to I’m serious about fighting for the opportunity to be transferred to this Malashenko.”

Roskov no longer remembers who the comrades were who sat together, listening to the radio and sighing like this in the shell-proof fortification bunker, but he does remember that someone said this, because he felt the same way back then. Pretty much the same idea.

It's a pity that such a wish was not realized in the end. Among the comrades in the class who were sitting together in the shell hole listening to the radio, now he is the only one left alive.

Times have changed and things have changed. Thinking back to the comrades who fought side by side in the past, now he is the only one left. Lying on the cold and hard bed, Roskov coughed again, and he was really sad.

"Ahem, this is good news. You are right. I just don't know if I can survive until then. Maybe you can. I hope you can get out alive, old friend, ahem."

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

"Hey! You have to hold on! We have been struggling for so long, how can we give up at this time? Think of something good quickly. Think about what if Malashenko will come with his army tomorrow to rescue us. Think about it. I think those Germans will be trampled under our feet."

"What a wonderful time, don't you want to see it with your own eyes? If you die now, what will the hardships you endured for so long mean? But your life has been in vain."

Before being captured, little Ivan was a tank soldier and gunner, not a medical soldier. Now there is no medicine at hand to cure diseases and save lives. He can only use this kind of "mental treatment" to help Roskov survive as much as possible.

Maybe it was little Ivan's words that really had an effect, or maybe Roskov's own willpower overwhelmed the disease again and gained the upper hand for a while.

In short, when Roskov spoke again, there was a slight smile on his face, and he looked and sounded much better than the self-defeating state just now.

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

Seeing his good brothers who depended on each other and helped each other in daily work, he cheered up and ignited his hope again. The overjoyed smile on little Ivan's face could not be concealed no matter what. of.

"That's right! We have agreed that I will buy you a drink when you get out of here, and 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. Just thinking about it makes me happy. I’m so hungry for the best vodka!”

A Red Army soldier who doesn't know how to drink is not a good Red Army soldier. A teetotaler may be a German spy.

When he was not captured, he often told jokes like this. Now that I think about it, I can barely remember what the wine tasted like. Listening to his good brother cheering him on, Roskov just smiled and did not continue to speak. He simply fell asleep without saying a word.

It's just that Roskov never said a word hidden in his heart from beginning to end, and he didn't tell the hopeful little Ivan, his good brother who depended on each other for life.

Even if we really wait until the Red Army comes and liberates this place, can those of us prisoners who laid down our weapons and surrendered to the enemy really be forgiven? Can you really go back to your hometown and reunite with your relatives who don’t know what’s going on?

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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