Living in Caoying, heart in Han

Early the next morning, Ye Liang ate his share of bread and jam, and drank some black tea.

Wartime butter is in short supply, and even the German army doesn’t get much of it. As a middle-ranking officer, Ye Liang can only spread three or four slices of bread a week. Today is not “Butter Day”, but it is said that in the afternoon There will be small cakes in the snacks delivered, and this month's supply has arrived.

Shortly before lunch, supply trucks arrived at the camp, escorted by a small team, and important items such as new weapons and new radios were carried by German soldiers themselves.Some German logistics female soldiers are responsible for the less expensive food, such as bacon and butter, and the last unusable clothing and daily necessities are the work of female coolies.

Ye Liang commanded a dozen soldiers to move boxes of ammunition into the armory and lock them up. Speaking of which, he was in charge of this aspect. There were three keys to the armory, one of which was in his hand.

Hans was assisting an officer on the other side of the field to direct the transport of food. The life of the logistics female soldiers was a little easier than that of the female guards. They were only responsible for preparing three meals a day for all the officers and soldiers and supervising the preparation of prisoners by the female coolies. Three meals are enough.

Of course, if the family members of senior military officers come, they will also act as nannies.The female coolies carrying daily necessities looked thin and haggard, and the number was much smaller than before. All the survivors were also top-heavy, with no gleam in their eyes, and they just numbly obeyed the stern reprimands of the female soldiers.

The female soldiers in charge of this aspect have complained more than once that the number of coolies is too small, and the rate of attrition is too fast. These pampered ladies and ladies who were originally pampered can even lie down tired after moving some things.

After Ye Liang finished counting the weapons and keeping a complete record, and locked the arsenal, he lowered his head and rubbed his eyebrows, and when he looked up, he saw Hans walking quickly with a happy face.

"Bacon?" Ye Liang asked in a deep and clear voice.

"It's even better. There's fresh food this time. The logistics team said there's a chance to make fruit cakes."

"You always think about eating and drinking like this, and you will still be at this rank in three years." Ye Liang sighed.

"Good food at least makes people happy," said Hans.

When they were in Germany, long, long ago, their family owned a pastry shop and a butcher shop. Hans’ mother could bake sweet biscuits and cakes, and his father inherited his grandma’s good craftsmanship and could make the best ones. The sausages and bacon are tied together and hung in the window.

Hans once said that the Jews in their neighborhood always used cunning means to snatch away their guests. As a result, three Jewish butcher shops and two cake shops opened next door, and they happened to encounter the economic depression after World War I.The Jew was still full, and had bread and butter, but his family had nothing but stewed potatoes and rotten beans.

Their whole family is a supporter of the Fuehrer. The Fuehrer said that the Germans can live a good life before World War I. The Fuehrer said that the Germanic nation is noble and great. The Fuehrer said that those cunning Jews who snatched their bread should be reformed and eliminated... …

So later, Hans' elder brother joined the SS, and he also signed up for the army. Later, Hans learned from a letter from his family that the German army recruited his handy father, and only his grandmother, mother and father were left at home. Sister and three women.

For the Hans family, things never got better, but went from bad to worse, but in his memory there was always the sweet smell of baked biscuits, and the strings of sausages that he had to look up to see in his childhood.

At first, they simply hoped that this life could come back, but they had no idea of ​​the price of believing Hitler, a crazy liar.

Now Hans has Jewish blood on his hands, he can watch the old people and children being tricked into the gas chamber, and he can whip the coolies who fell because of exhaustion. The boy in the butcher shop no longer deserves such pure and peaceful happiness and peace.

Looking at Hans's still young face, with casual cruelty, Ye Liang felt a lump in his throat.He remembered that a colleague in the office once told him that a foodie who loves food would never be a bad person, because he loves life so much.

Still looking down at the ground beneath his feet, he heard himself say, "Let's go to lunch then."

Since the supplies didn't come early in the morning, the female logistics soldiers didn't have time to make a rich lunch, but each officer was given some fruits, but in winter there were only citrus fruits such as oranges.

Ye Liang had nothing to do with the new prisoners entering the concentration camp in the afternoon. He could rest in his room or practice marksmanship.But Ye Liang will come to the scene every time. He needs to look at those faces, tell himself that he can't give up that plan, and inject new courage into his cowardly heart, even though there is deep guilt in this courage. and pain.

Ye Liang stood at the entrance, looking at the silent and gloomy faces. They knew very well where they were going and what they would encounter, but they also knew that they were powerless to resist.

Until a cheerful and even arrogant voice came, speaking very fast, with Ye Liang's Italian level, he could only understand roughly, he immediately raised his head to look at the source of the voice——

It was a Jewish man as thin as a bamboo pole, with fluffy curly hair and a middle-aged bald head. He looked a little silly and funny. Beside him was a three or four-year-old with a hat and a pair of beautiful big eyes. boy.

"I don't like trains," the boy muttered.

"Don't like trains? That's no problem. I'll discuss with them to go back and take a car. How about a car? Hey, listen up, my Joshua wants to go back by a car. Remember to buy a bus ticket for us?" The man Shouted to the soldiers in front and behind.

Ye Liang silently thanked these German soldiers for not being able to understand Italian, otherwise they would definitely give him a blow in the head.

However, the boy laughed when he heard the words, with the innocence and heartiness unique to this age.

"Where's Mom?" asked the boy named Joshua.

"Mom and we are divided into two groups, because, because one group is too big to make games, we have to divide into two groups to compete. Wow, you seem to have so many people who make games! They all want to win the final prize .” The man challenged Ye Liang’s listening level with his fast speech, and then he was sure that this man must be a chatterbox.

Because Ye Liang followed the father and son all the way, the man talked all the way.

The general summary is: this is a very exciting game, blah blah, there are many people participating, blah blah, the rewards for winning are very rich, blah blah, but it is difficult because of it, blah blah, they Definitely will win uh blah blah blah...

Seeing the boy's cheerful appearance, Ye Liang guessed that the boy might really not understand what happened.

But there is no need to let him know, let him suffer such fright and torture at the end of his life.

In the end the man took it upon himself to set the prize as a real tank... Seriously, a tank?Do you think this is the front line?Besides, tanks are still used more by Americans and Soviets.

At the door of the room where he lived, the man's uncle was stopped and sent to another team, which was going to "take a bath".The adults seemed to have guessed that something was wrong, their faces were a little pale and ugly, but the man still coaxed his son that it was a game group.

The old man had gray hair, and he definitely wasn't in his prime. Ye Liang hesitated for a moment, then stretched out his hand to drag the old man back to the coolie team, and said to the slightly surprised soldiers: "He can still work, don't waste it." resource."

Considering Ye Liang's military rank and serious attitude, the soldier bowed and stepped aside.

The man looked over curiously, but was glared back by Ye Liang.

What to see!Afraid that other officers will not see it?He is only a middle-ranking officer, and there are many people with a higher rank than him here.

After that, things are even more comical, yes, comedy!This also starts with the admonition——

Every new coolie who came to the concentration camp would be warned and explained the rules here, and the officer in charge of the admonishment was at the same level as Hans, and he often saw it.He looks extremely tall, strong and terrifying, and he is also very cruel to the Jews.

Seeing Ye Liang standing at the door, the officer saluted and nodded.

Seeing Ye Liang follow in like this, the officer was surprised for a moment, but turned his head and looked at the coolies like a group of lambs fiercely, and asked in very bad Italian: "Which one of you knows German?" of?"

There was silence on the other side, and after waiting for a while, I saw the thin man with the bamboo pole just now suddenly raised his hand high.

"Come here and translate my words." The officer waved his hand, and the man immediately ran to stand beside him.

Then the officer explained the rules of the concentration camp in a threatening tone, while the man next to him imitated the former's tone and gestures while making up the "rules of the game". Give your son the illusion that they are playing a game.

"...the prize for winning is a real tank... Whoever gets [-] points first wins... Points will be deducted immediately if there are the following three points. First, you need to find your mother; second, you need to eat snacks; ...Absolutely no arguing for snacks! I was punished for arguing for snacks... I ate a piece of bread with jam, and he ate..."

The officer didn't understand the man's nonsense at all. If he knew Italian, he wouldn't need an interpreter at all.However, seeing that the man was almost done translating, the officer suddenly turned around and asked Ye Liang, "Sir, do you have anything else to say?"

However, because his head turned relatively small, the thin bamboo pole man thought that the other party was still admonishing, so he opened his mouth to "translate". Ye Liang hurriedly stopped the man before he revealed his secrets: "No more."

Then Ye Liang left with several other German soldiers. After all, it was too strange for him to be alone among a group of Jews.

But before leaving, Ye Liang passed by the man with the thin bamboo pole, gave him a meaningful look, and whispered in Italian: "Very interesting translation, very good."

The man was so frightened that he almost jumped up, he stared at Ye Liang nervously, and had no time to react.

Ye Liang shook his head slightly at him, and left the room without stopping.

Then Ye Liang went back to his room, closed the door, walked to the bed, bent over and covered his nose and mouth with the pillow, and burst into laughter.He buried his face and laughter in the pillow, shaking his shoulders, laughing until his stomach throbbed at the end.Then he shook his head, rubbed his stomach and raised his face, his blue eyes filled with a cheerful smile.

He hadn't been this happy in five months, and that guy was so funny, almost like a comedian.Alas, his stomach... It is conceivable how much self-control Ye Liang used to not burst out laughing in front of the three German guards and a group of Jews.

It was precisely because he had been greatly "tortured" that he frightened that man before he left, and it was a courtesy.