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Chapter 95 The captive who was scalded to death

"When shall we set off?" Mika asked eagerly, holding the rifle.

"Victor stays here and continues to stare," the old hunter said unexpectedly, "Mika, you and I follow those people farther away, and then deal with them."

Basically. Before the two young men could say anything else, Ino turned around with his ski poles and rushed out along the slope. Upon seeing this, Mika immediately got up and caught up with the former on his skis, and disappeared before Wei Ran could react.

"You can trust me"

Wei Ran looked at the telescope in his hand and the submachine gun in his arms, then lay down on the wolfskin blanket and continued to stare at the forest. The frozen lake outside and the forest opposite.

It wasn't until an hour later that a brief and vague sound of firefights came from a distance, and within ten minutes it fell into silence again. During this period, the field of view of the telescope held by Wei Ran remained quiet, and there was no Soviet Red Army coming out of the forest on the opposite side.

More than half an hour later, Mika and Daddy Ino each used a rope to drag a prisoner fixed to a ski back to the camp. On the legs of the two prisoners, there were also several Mosin-Nagant submachine guns and a PPD submachine gun with the drum removed, tied with deerskin ropes. Of course, there was also a Soviet sack backpack filled with various trophies. .

Leaving the sentry job to Mika, Wei Ran and Ino’s father pushed one of the prisoners into the tent and started interrogating him. To Wei Ran's surprise, the prisoner this time turned out to be a blue hat. Looking at the fierce look in his eyes, he knew that it would be difficult to ask him anything.

I repeated my old trick and pinched the opponent's sleeve. There was no paper ball stuffed inside to keep warm like the last prisoner. I opened the collar and found that there was only a sweater and a sweater that was not too thick. Apart from the shirt, there is no other warm clothing. There were also a lot of frostbite on his face and hands.

"Which regiment of the 163rd Infantry Division is opposite?" Wei Ran tried to ask, and then the blue hat spit on him.

Before Wei Ran could say anything, Father Ino had already grabbed the prisoner by the collar and pressed his face against the hot stove. The pungent smell of burnt protein spread throughout the tent. Just as the blue hat man was about to scream, Daddy Ino had already stuffed the glove into his mouth.

The lingering green smoke made the air in the tent particularly choking. It was only after the prisoner passed out from the severe pain that Father Ino removed his face from the stove and then pulled him away. He opened the pine needles on the ground, grabbed a handful of snow and applied it to the wounds on the other party's face.

The coldness and heat also made the other party wake up again. Seeing this, Ino's father pulled out the gloves from the other person's mouth and said, "Victor, ask him if he has been to Ahola Village."

Although Wei Ran didn't know the reason, he I still translated the original words. At the same time, Father Ino also picked up the food that had already been boiled on the stove.The kettle, looking at him, seemed ready to pour boiling water on the prisoner's face at any time.

Under such a threat, the prisoner shook his head with difficulty, "I have never heard of this place. We are all stationed in the forest on the other side of the lake."

Wei Ran First he shook his head at Ino's father, and then asked, "Is your division commander Zelentsov in the forest?"

"No." The blue hat looked at the tree hanging above his head in fear. Boiling the kettle gave a negative answer.

“Where is he?”

“I don’t know, I really don’t know.”

“You don’t know anything, where are you from? Did you get the order to go to the 44th Division for help?" Wei Ran asked abruptly.

The blue hat's expression changed, and then he simply closed his eyes. Looking at him, it seemed that he didn't care at all whether he would be scalded to death by the boiling water above his head.

Ino gently found the kettle, picked up a bunch of pine branches, balled them up, held the other person's chin and stuffed it into his mouth, then dragged him out and replaced him with the second prisoner.

Compared to the blue hat, this prisoner was unusually cooperative. According to the answer he gave, Commander Zelentsov was hiding in the headquarters in the forest, and The mission of their team was the same as that of the prisoners captured before, which was to cross the frozen lake to contact the 44th Division for help.

"Ask him if he has been to Ahola Village." Ino asked, carrying the re-boiled kettle. This time, he even took out a map and pointed out the Location of Ahola Village.

Putting the question to the prisoner, the latter replied without hesitation, "Been there, we have been there."

"Has the man outside been there?" Father Ino continued to ask, one of his hands already grasping the handle of the kettle.

After listening to Wei Ran's story, the particularly cooperative prisoner quickly replied, "He must have been there. We rested in that small village for several days."< /p>

Almost as soon as he heard Wei Ran give an affirmative answer, Ino's father roughly pinched open the prisoner's mouth, stuffed a bunch of pine branches inside, and then dragged him outside to meet the prisoner. The blue hats lined up and poured scalding boiling water on their faces!

Wei Ran frowned, silently lowered the tent curtain to block the tragedy and screams outside, and sat quietly in the tent wiping the submachine gun in his hand.

After a long time, the screams suppressed in the throat stopped suddenly. A few minutes later, Ino entered the tent carrying a kettle filled with snow in one hand and a sack full of loot in the other.

"I hope I didn't scare you," Ino said lonely.

"No," Wei Ran replied with his head lowered, as if all his attention was on the submachine gun in his hand.

However, his attitude made Father Ino start talking. After the old guy poured out all the contents of the sack, he picked up a Nagant revolver and looked at the hand. To Weiran, take the initiative to explainHe said, "My son is the captain of the Citizen Guard of Ahola Village, and Mika's brother is a member of the Civil Guard of Ahola Village. After they were caught by the Soviets, they were tortured to death using the same torture method."< /p>

Wei Ran paused with his hands and sighed without saying anything. Although the old man may be a little cruel, he has not experienced anything that the other person has experienced, so he is not qualified to persuade the other person to be kind.

Before the Soviet-Finnish War started, Finland was just a small player in the eyes of the Soviets who would be frightened into voluntarily surrendering if only one shot was fired. In this battle, the role played by the Soviet Union as the aggressor was far from being as great and noble as the image in the Soviet-German war.

It can even be said that the aggressor in any war will have fewer worries when fighting on the other side's land. This was the case for Germany in World War II, the same was true for the Japanese who recruited nuclear weapons, and the Soviet Union, which did not take Finland seriously, was also not much different.

Even in the relatively peaceful 21st century, Ugly Country and his kangaroo comrades who were hybrids of criminals often did similar things on other people's lands.

It may not matter whether war destroys human nature or whether war is caused by the ugliness of human nature. But Wei Ran knew that if one day he was lucky enough to return to the Chinese battlefield, maybe he would make the same choice as Ino's father.

Is it cruel? Maybe it's not cruel, just revenge.

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