War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 727 Not Enough
In the prisoner-of-war camp area filled with the aroma of miso soup, Wei Ran accompanied the female nurse Zhuo Ya to the concrete bridge on the trench in the distance.

Although he was empty-handed, even the holster of the revolver was clipped, but if you looked down from the sky, you could see it.

At this time, those prisoners of war with food around seemed to have discovered a city wall sent to face him, and they panickedly made way for him from a long distance away. There were a lot of prisoners of war, and they would actively bow Their waists were lowered, their dog heads were lowered, and their docile and fearful looks seemed to have been castrated, and they were completely gone from the arrogance they had when they smashed, smashed, looted and burned on the land of China.

"I still have to fight"

Wei Ran muttered to himself, the more this happened, the more he agreed with Comrade Zhukov's words - how can a nation like Japan guarantee that they will not wage war again in the future?The first thing to do is to physically drive them to the pain.

Although he has not seen the legendary Comrade Zhukov with his own eyes yet, he can still guess that there is actually a second half of this sentence—and secondly, let them be mentally afraid of war!
Don't forget, Zhukov said this sentence to his good friend Eisenhower, and Eisenhower must have guessed the half sentence that didn't need to be said at all.

As for why it doesn't need to be said.
At least, in Hiroshima and Nagasaki at that time, on a festive day with sunny weather and suitable temperature, those quiet and peaceful devils and people must have felt the fear brought about by the war at close range, and the source of this fear, Isn't it the United States that sent a little fat man and a little boy to them?
If you still don't understand, you will know by looking at future generations. Perhaps it is precisely because of the fear that is firmly rooted in the heart that the United States has really domesticated a good dog with sharp teeth and sharp mouth.

"Victor, what are you thinking?" Zhuoya, who was walking behind Wei Ran, saw the weird smile on his mouth, and couldn't help asking, "You don't want to think about how to torture them again, do you?"

"I'm not crazy," Wei Ran flatly denied.

"Mine No. 52 is the most insane of you"

Zhuo Ya, who was muttering, glanced at the extraordinarily honest and quiet prisoners of war around him, and soon couldn't help laughing and teasing, "Standing among these two-legged animals, the most terrifying people in Mine 52 will become three gone."

"The other two are the head nurse of Pontiac and political commissar of Krech?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"right"

Zhuo Ya nodded, "I heard from the head nurse that before Goosen brought me here, Commissar Krech could always think of various reasonable charges to kill those prisoners of war, and he was even willing to encourage those prisoners of war to escape, and then he would Take people out to hunt the escaped prisoners of war, but after being hunted down by her one after another, the remaining ones are now cautious even when they go through the trenches."

"Where's the Pontiac matron?"

Wei Ran asked noncommittally, and it was still the same sentence that if you don't suffer from others, don't persuade others to be kind. If you suffer from others, it may not be good to others.If a political commissar of the Soviet Red Army who has experienced war would rather lock himself in Mine No. 52 for revenge, then the pain he experienced may be far more cruel than imagined.

"She was secretly called the No. 52 Mine Singer by us," Zhuo Ya said quietly.

"Singer from Mine No. 52?" Wei Ran looked at the girl beside him suspiciously.

"You are the firing squad. You must know that the executed prisoner must wail for at least a minute and take at least five bullets before he dies?"

"I know, this is the rule." Wei Ran nodded and replied.

"When a Pontiac matron is in a bad mood, they only get four shots."

Zhuo Ya shivered subconsciously, "Then she was sent to the hospital, where the nurses and doctors practiced debridement, suturing and bandaging."

As if feeling that this description missed the point, Zhuo Ya followed Wei Ran across the concrete bridge and added, "What I just said was all without using anesthetics, so you know, those were used as practice samples prisoners of war, howling and screaming until they died completely."

After finishing speaking, Zhuo Ya pointed to the prisoner-of-war camp on the other side of the trench, "Not only in the hospital, even the sentries and prisoners of war here can hear clearly when there is no wind. That's how the nickname of the No. 52 mine singer came from." Yes, and it was Commissar Kretch who first called her that. The Comrade Comrade said that this kind of practice is very suitable for actual combat and is very meaningful. So for a while, those prisoners of war who were sentenced to execution could only be shot four times. It wasn't until everyone felt it was too noisy that it went back to the way it was before."

"What a kind angel." Wei Ran couldn't help but praise, and then said very seriously and took it for granted, "In fact, as long as a knife is cut on the vocal cords of the prisoner of war, it will be much quieter."

"I suspect you have worked in a German concentration camp before!"

Zhuo Ya rolled her eyes angrily, shook the camera she had been holding in her hand and said, "You don't need to send me, I will return the camera to you after I finish shooting this film."

After finishing speaking, the girl quickened her pace, and on the snow that had already been trampled on, she slid and ran towards the building where the hospital was located.

Looking up at the gloomy sky, Wei Ran slowly returned to the dormitory, locked the door, and took out the lunch box hidden under the bedside table.

Open it carefully, there are quite a few metal cans inside, unscrew one at random, and all of them are filled with large and small gemstones.

In addition to these gems, when Wei Ran opened the newspaper on the bottom of the lunch box, he also accidentally found a group photo he had seen before.

In this group photo, Dr. Goosen with a bald head and Mikita wearing a sea soul shirt and wearing glasses is sitting on the left and right of a table. They each hold a Nagant revolver and a Enamel mugs apparently used for drinking.

On the table between the two of them, there are some uncut demantoids in the enamel plate, behind the table facing the camera, there is also the female nurse Zhuo Ya.

Taking a closer look at this photo, Wei Ran vaguely found that when this photo was taken, Mikita's eyes were actually looking at Zhuoya, and the latter's face was full of disgust.

As for Dr. Goosen, his expression is more like the cabbage he planted so hard was being targeted by wild boars who ran out of nowhere. Annoyed?Killing intent?In short, it is probably such an expression.

It is not difficult to guess from the subtle expressions of these three people. When this photo was taken, the people in the photo were still a little wary and cautious with each other.

The appearance of this photo in this lunch box also implies too many problems. Most intuitively, this photo is more like evidence that all three of them had an affair with the gem.

Of course, the person who took the photo may also be added. After a little speculation, Wei Ran can probably be sure that at this time, the only one who can win the trust of the three of them and help them take the photo is Mikita's sister, who is also Gu Sen. The doctor's current wife Sasha.

I just don't know if the woman Wei Ran hadn't seen with his own eyes had already established a lover relationship with Gu Sen at that time.

After thinking for a moment, he put the photo back on the bottom of the metal lunch box, covered it again with folded newspapers, put the metal jars containing precious stones in and closed the lid.

After weighing the lunch box in his hand and the water bottle hanging on his waist, Wei Ran finally hid the lunch box under the bedside table again.

Taking the whip hanging on the antlers above the bed as a decoration, Wei Ran locked the door of the dormitory, and strolled downstairs towards the concrete bridge over the moat.

After such a short time, all the prisoners of war who had already queued up to receive their breakfast got into the shack. A few prisoners who were busy holding firewood in the shack at the door of the shack also got in immediately after seeing Wei Ran, and closed the nailed hole. Clothes wooden door.

So you guys know how to be afraid?
Wei Ran clumsily shook off the whip that had just been coiled, and walked step by step like dragging a long hungry snake.But in his mind, he couldn't help thinking of Chen Qi, a military doctor on the recruiting battlefield.

The world he was in at this time happened to be December 1951. He didn't know whether Chen Qi was feeding on a mouthful of snow and a mouthful of fried noodles at the recruiting battlefield thousands of kilometers away, or whether he was under the American artillery fire and Under the air raid, they were busy rescuing the wounded.

But he remembered what Chen Qi told him in the shack in the col, about his wife's house. He remembered that story, the landlord who brought the whole family of men to resist the little devil by the river for an hour, I remember that in the story, the old man of the landlord’s family sat on the grand teacher’s chair in the main room, shouted that everyone was responsible, and set fire to the ancestral house.I still remember the story about those women in the landlord's family who did not want to be humiliated and threw themselves into the river.

In those unforgettable stories, how arrogant and domineering are the invaders who created the fear of war on the land of China?How did they expect that the evil deeds they committed back then would one day befall their heads?
It turns out that they also know to be afraid.
Wei Ran shook the whip covered in snowflakes in his hand, but it was rather dull as if his interest had faded.

Compared to taking advantage of the might of the Soviets to whip those prisoners of war to death in this world that does not know the truth or falsehood, he prefers that the whip can be slapped on those little devils who are doing evil in China for five or six years in the morning. , rather than in this seemingly irresponsible world, it is meaningless to do the other party's evil deeds again.

That made me happy, but it was far from enough!

"Could it be that my consciousness has also become higher?" Wei Ran muttered to himself, but his heart became calmer, and there was a lot less unnecessary violence.

Passing through the prisoners who avoided him, Wei Ran glanced at the prisoners brought by the bearded deputy captain Bao Lide, and said before the other party opened his mouth, "Bao Lide, let the new team members do it later. They tortured."

"Let them do it?" Bao Lide looked at Wei Ran in surprise, and asked stupidly, "Don't you do it yourself?"

"Forget it, let them come."

Wei Ran showed a flat smile, "Keep an eye on them, don't beat the prisoners of war to death, these animals still have to work hard to create value here. In addition, pick out half of the people you hate the most."

(End of this chapter)