The wound was in burning pain, but Du Zijun's expression did not change much. He did not intend to use medicine to heal the wound. He had a hunch that there would be more difficult problems ahead.
Marcel Knisler…
He repeated the name in his heart. As the first NPC with a name, what kind of identity and role does she have in the whole incident
Du Zijun walked into the shack - it seemed spacious, but it could accommodate thousands of people sleeping for several nights, and the floor was only covered with simple hay. He heard the wardens in charge of the female prisoners talking to each other in the dark, saying, "Isn't it clean inside?"
"No, it will take at least two days."
"Fill it in, keep filling it in, you poor pigs."
Just these two sentences created a rough guess about the concentration camp in Du Zijun's mind.
"Cleaning" must mean a large-scale death, which may be shooting, poison gas, or more likely human experimentation. The surviving prisoners are working hard to collect the corpses of their former companions; "continue filling in" means that The number of prisoners in the concentration camp had experienced a sharp decrease, and this was not the first time this had happened. They were the next batch of unlucky ones.
What is going on inside, so that even though a large number of prisoners inside are dead and the number of people is sparse, there are still so many heavily armed soldiers stationed around
Thinking of the two officers with extraordinary physical abilities, Du Zijun was crowded in the airtight shed. He raised his face slightly to prevent the clothes of others from being squeezed from rubbing on his wounds.
It should be more experiments on human body modification, he thought, but he didn't know what kind of blueprint they used to conduct this experiment, and they successfully transformed two Nazi officers.
The first day was excruciatingly long and few people got any sleep. This shack can accommodate at most three hundred people, but now, it has a total of fourteen hundred people crammed into it. Even though the women's bodies were soft and the floor space was small, no one could squat down. They were all standing and huddled together.
They only have one meal a day, no water, and a piece of dry bread smaller than a palm is the female prisoner's daily life ration. Despite this, women still carefully hide their rare items - such as wedding rings, gold pendants with photos of their husbands and family, gemstone earrings handed down from their grandmothers, or other treasures with more commemorative significance. Once these items are discovered by the prison chief, they will immediately snatch them arbitrarily and use them to bargain with the guards in exchange for a small bottle of cheap gin.
However, other than that, they do not search the body or force the female prisoners to hand over these rare small items. The women have sallow faces and chapped lips, but they are able to maintain a tiny bit of courage in difficult situations and can murmur prayers every night holding these ornaments that can be called spiritual comfort, as if they are holding the palms of their loved ones.
Du Zijun looked at it coldly, but said nothing.
He knew that the innocuous search by the prisoner was not even a small fight. When everyone entered the concentration camp, that was the beginning of the complete interruption and shattering of their self-esteem and spine.
However, there is wine, and wine is a very good thing.
Yu Zhaocha wandered in his shadow every night, letting out a restless growl that only he could hear. The desperate mood of the people, as well as the rich blood and death emanating from the concentration camp, attracted the attention of the devil. If Du Zijun hadn't controlled it, the gin that the prison head and guards drank every night would have turned into deadly rotten blood. .
Du Zijun has no interest in these cheap wines, but where are they stored, what channels are they transported through, and where are the supply channels for the concentration camps set up... All the above questions can be solved through Blood Wine Hanoi. Li Gui investigates clearly.
He licked his chapped lips and listened silently to the prisoners around him talking in low voices, exchanging information they had gleaned. Here, they were prematurely introduced to the concepts of gas chambers and incineration chambers, and they also learned the final destination of the prisoners screened out the night before. Tears are something that cannot be controlled. Between the capricious hope and despair, everyone is praying that their friends and relatives are safe. "Enter the concentration camp alive", their bottom line is lowered and lowered, until they reach the most humble appeal.
On the evening of the third day, all the prisoners were finally released from the huts and escorted by guards to the concentration camp. They passed through the electrified barbed wire fence, through the straight lead-gray avenues, through many towers and searchlights, through the military barracks, and arrived at the cleaning station.
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Du Zijun's body froze.
Even the main mission has three simultaneous missions, and the second mission requires players to rescue all the Jews in the concentration camp in disguise... What is going on in this world
Before he could think about it carefully, the prison leader shouted and drove him into the shower room. Different from the previous incineration room with the name "bathhouse", the bathhouse at the cleaning station is a real place to take a bath. Even though the water flowing from the top is bitingly cold, it is amidst the sultry and crowded sweat and smelly body odor. The prisoners who had been fumigated for more than two days were finally able to wash away the germs and dirt from their bodies.
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Facing so many women who couldn't wait to tear off their dirty clothes, Du Zijun hesitated in taking off his clothes.
"What's wrong with you? Wash it quickly!" The Jewish women around him warned him urgently. After a few days of getting along with each other and the difficulties of Marcel, the head nurse of the SS, they began to express their feelings towards the taciturn man with a bruised cheek. The oriental girl is already very familiar with it, "Don't be shy, those...those people will come over with whips later!"
It wasn't because he was shy, Du Zijun frowned slightly, paused for a while with his fingers on the collar, and finally unbuttoned the top button.
In the open bathroom, the white naked bodies of women are in front of them. Regardless of status or status, here, they can only take off their naked bodies quickly like animals waiting to be slaughtered, and then abandon their shame and have sex with hundreds of people they have never met before. Strangers of the same sex who met each other crowded together and took a shower under the freezing cold water faucet.
- Among them, the body of an oriental girl is undoubtedly the most eye-catching.
The surrounding Jewish women stared at this incredible body in amazement. Du Zijun's coat was thrown into the simple clothes basket, followed by his shirt, trousers, the strip of cloth wrapped around his chest, and his underwear. The creature between a girl and a woman stood in the mist of splashing water, her skin as pale as a filter. His spine is straight, his body is slim and well-proportioned, and the lines from his hips to his long legs are elegant and concise, like a piece of cool jade.
He walked over, then walked over, and the women's eyes followed him. They couldn't help but stare at the tattoos on the shoulders that looked like jewels. They were complex and radiant, covered with soft green, like sea rolls in the floating world, swimming with an alluring face of a mermaid, hovering over the plain white skin.
The bathhouse was crowded with naked bodies of female prisoners. Wherever he went, people all backed away, even if they stepped on the insteps of the people behind him, they didn't notice.
Damn it, Du Zijun thought expressionlessly, I have seen more breasts today than I have in the past decades combined.
The cold water rushed down from his back with such force that his skin turned red. Du Zijun looked at the front indifferently. He was aware of his own specialness and how much trouble this specialness would cause him in the concentration camp. Unfortunately, he was never one to back down because of foreseeable troubles.
"You... child, what... is that on your back?" The woman next to him asked hastily, "Oh my God, this..."
"Anyway, this will get you into trouble, big trouble," muttered the Jewish woman on the other side, "We'll see."
"Stop making sarcastic remarks, Ella!" The woman across from her couldn't help but grit her teeth and screamed, "This won't make you feel even a little better!"
Du Zijun just felt baffled. He wiped off the water drops on his skin with a little impatience and whispered: "There is no need to argue about me. Just care about yourselves."
"Do you know what you are talking about, child?" The older Jewish woman opposite turned around and fiercely pushed aside her wet and messy black hair, "The flowers on your body... or paintings, no matter what they are, are That devil saw it, how could she let you go? She is jealous of you, and if you touch your face, can't the pain wake you up?"
envy…
Du Zijun rubbed his hair silently. This was really a novel and amazing word. This was the first time in his life that he had been jealous of a woman... a female NPC.
He shook his head, turned off the water, and roughly wiped his body with the distributed dry towel. Then he put on his clothes and followed a few people who had finished washing. He walked to the disinfection room and sat down amidst the sounds of discussion.
When there were more and more people around and the sound of water in the bathhouse became faint, several SS soldiers walked in.
They spread a blanket on the ground and said to everyone: "Ladies, now please hand over all your belongings - please listen, we mean everything."
Here we come, Du Zijun thought to himself.
There was silence in the room, and then it became noisy like a pot exploding. Despite the oppression of guns and the deep hatred and fear of the Nazis, women still gathered around and asked if they could keep anything.
They loudly told the stories about these objects and them: the gold ring that the husband spent all his money to buy, the brooch that the mother gave to herself before she died, and the jewelry that will be passed down to her daughter in the future... The uproar of talk overwhelmed the guards and the prison head, but They just sneered sarcastically and covered up all the stories behind it with a short sentence.
"Hand over all your belongings, ladies, and you better not make us do it a third time."
Tears and words failed, they surrendered. Amidst the low sobs, a burst of golden raindrops poured onto the army green canvas. After a splashing sound, the guards took him away without mercy.
After that, Marcel Knissler walked up to all the female prisoners again.
The whip on her waist was black and shiny, her leather boots struck the ground crisply, and she ordered sinisterly: "Three minutes. Within three minutes, take off all your clothes and put everything on your body next to your left foot. Except for your underwear. Except for this, nothing else is allowed to be left. Now, start the timer!"