Ural coal mine in Siberia!

At dawn, a whistle sounded suddenly.

"Fuck you!" Andreas felt like he had just woken up, but was woken up by the whistle again.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and took a look through the gap in the roof.

A touch of fish-belly white has just appeared on the horizon, and the birds haven't chirped yet.

"Get up, you dogs.

Get up, Pig, let’s talk about you.”

The guy was still rubbing his eyes when two Russian supervisors rushed in.

The stick in his hand was waving at the prisoners on the bed indiscriminately!

"Son of a bitch!" Andreas cursed in French.

"Keep your voice down, that son of a bitch understands French." Villarreal beside him whispered.

"They are the Ming Dynasty's dogs!" Andreas muttered as he quickly dressed.

A room full of French prisoners of war ran out of the cabin and started to line up!

As soon as they walked out of the door, everyone smelled the smell of burnt flesh.

"Damn!" Everyone glanced at the big chimney not far away with black smoke in tacit agreement.

That boiler, which burned blazingly and never went out, had devoured countless French prisoners of war.

Anyway, the boiler has never been extinguished since Andreas came here.

Villarreal once went to work there, and he said that the residue discharged from the boiler also contained human-shaped bones.

The ashes were smashed by a crazy prisoner of war and put into bags.

I heard that these things will be used as fertilizer and sprinkled into the ground.

The fate of prisoners of war is to return to the earth!

I don’t know who said this, but here it is the bloody fact.

If you don't work hard, you will be killed. If you are sick, you will be killed. If you are injured, you will be killed.

Anyway, as long as you are no longer of use value, you will be beaten to death by those Russian and French army supervisors with sticks.

Then, like fuel, it is stuffed into the boiler that can never be filled.

The sun just showed its head, and it was blood red.

The sunlight was not dazzling at all, and all the French prisoners of war were watching.

There aren’t many opportunities to watch the sunrise over the horizon like this!

From where they stood, there was no obstacle on the ground, not even a tree.

Nothing blocks the view!

Siberia is so desolate!

Fortunately, it is spring now, and in winter, you can hear the wind roaring like a devil.

Those damn Russians would pull out a few hapless prisoners of war and make them take off their clothes in the Siberian cold.

They are betting on who will be the first to collapse from the cold!

The first person to fall will never be able to stand up again. He will be frozen alive on the ground, and even the hard bodies of wild dogs will not be able to chew them.

For a while, dozens of prisoners of war were frozen on the ground, seemingly asleep.

Bai Huahua's body is covered with ice and snow, and he will accidentally step on it when passing by.

Sometimes I see a hand or a foot standing up suddenly in the snow, and the scene is very strange.

"It's not time to change shifts yet, why are we summoned?" Someone glanced at the sun, and it was obvious that it was not eight o'clock yet.

"Who the hell knows!" Villarreal muttered.

"Pah", the whistling stick hit Villarreal's head hard.

"Don't talk while lining up!" Areola shouted at Villarreal, who had a bloody head.

"Andreas said so too," cried Villarreal.

"He is my friend."

"Bang!" Areola's stick hit Villarreal again.

"I was wrong! I was wrong!" Villarreal cried and begged for mercy, but Areola's stick came towards him time and time again.

A stick hit Villarreal's temple, and everyone clearly heard a "click" sound.

Villarreal stopped struggling and lay motionless on the ground.

Gray-white brain matter flowed out along the wound.

"Take him away, take him to the boiler room." Areola shouted fiercely.

"Yes!" The two prisoners of war dragged Villarreal to the boiler room with difficulty. Although everyone saw that Villarreal was still breathing, no one dared to speak.

"I'll raise your hands later and you raise yours!" Lucas, the supervisor, whispered to Andreas while everyone was watching Villarreal being carried away.

"Why?" Andreas was puzzled.

"Don't ask, just raise your hands with me if you want to live."

"I don't do rape!"

"Shut up!"

Andreas looked helplessly at his two friends. They were good friends before the war.

Fortunately, we were assigned to a company, and then...we became prisoners together.

However, Lucas and Areola became overseers in charge of the prisoners of war because they swore allegiance to the Ming Dynasty.

But Andreas didn't want to, so he could only be a miserable miner.

He works in the dark underground for more than ten hours every day, and when he comes up, he looks like a black man.

Without the care of his two friends, Andreas would not have survived.

Precisely because of these two "powerful" friends, Andreas was also isolated from other prisoners of war.

"Which of you is willing to serve the Ming Dynasty and sacrifice your life for the Ming Dynasty?" Lucas, standing at the front of the team, shouted loudly.

There was no answer below, everyone stood numbly in the morning light, wondering what Lucas was going to do.

"Those who are willing to fight for the great Ming Empire, raise your hands." Lucas shouted again.

The prisoners of war still looked at him blankly.

It is estimated that there was another accident in the mine, and a death squad needs to be organized. Only the devil is willing to go down into the hell-like mine at this time.

Areola, who was standing next to Andreas, grabbed his hand and raised it high!

Andreas wanted to pull back, but didn't.

Severe malnutrition made him unable to match Areola's strength.

"What are you doing? I don't want to be raped!"

"Shut up, let's go, you will be tortured to death by the new overseer.

Shut up!" Areola said viciously in Andreas's ear.

"Let's go? Where are you going?" Andreas said in surprise.

"To fight for the Ming Dynasty, only a small number of people are needed, only those who are loyal to the Ming Dynasty.

Look at the eyes of those bastards, you will be dead if we leave."

"Okay, Lucas, Andreas, Conte, Olbi, Zexiang...!" Lucas named seven or eight names in a row, all of whom were friends with whom he had a good relationship.

All of these people were told in advance by him that they would raise their hands today.

Lucas led the group out and brought them to stand at attention in front of the overseer.

"Um!

Not bad, let them take a bath, breakfast is arranged over there, and then we can go on the road after they are full."

Eat enough!

This word was too tempting for the prisoners of war!

After they came to the Ural Coal Mine, no one had experienced what it felt like to be full.

What I eat every day is either potatoes or sweet potatoes, and many of them are moldy potatoes and sweet potatoes.

The moldy sweet potatoes are ground into powder and steamed until it tastes terribly bitter in the mouth.

But even with such a thing, there is no guarantee that you will be full.

The ration is only half a bowl per person per meal!

Tanami
To be continued...