Emergency Doctor Mercenary Road: Chapter 714 Murder in 1942

   Chapter 714 Murder in Nineteen Forty-two

   After the joyful chaos at the scene, a lot of smoke was sucked into the lungs and spit out, and soon the cigarettes burned to the bottom of the sponge head.

   Thick smoke drifted into the air and gradually dispersed from the half-open transom.

  Lu Fei put away the lighter, and then asked the soldiers to pick up the cigarette butts, put them in the cigarette case, and let everyone disperse with a smile.

  The prisoners dispersed and regained their calm. Lu Fei gently pulled Kutuzov and Kournikova down, and the three sat in the corner.

   Kutuzov waved, and several warriors stood around them.

  Lu Fei asked softly: "Uncle, how long have you been here? Do you know where we will be sent? Or will we be shot by the Germans?"

"My brothers and I have been held captive for two days. As far as I know, the Germans will not shoot us. The Chinese will send us to work as coolies! When the last batch of brothers were sent away, I listened to the Chinese's translator to appease us. Everyone."

   "Where to send it?" Lu Fei asked softly with a smile on his face.

"I don't know. Maybe I went to a factory in Germany to make cattle and horses, or I went to Ukraine to dig coal and iron. Either one was exhausted and pulled down. Alas, it would have been better if I was beaten to death at that time." Kutuzov Desolate sighed.

"Woo, I don't want to die, let alone be sullied by the people of the country, what should I do? Comrade Vladimir, kill me! Your doctor knows the human body best, please." Kournikova Sobbing non-stop, the body slumped on the mud floor kept rising and falling, wave after wave.

   "I've never beaten a woman in my life, and let me kill you? Besides, if I dare to slash your neck, these big men present will beat me into meat sauce."

   "Then what? I don't want to be a plaything for the disgusting Eagle Party officer. Well, you lend me the scalpel!" Kournikova sat up straight, with a look of determination.

   "Take it down, it's so easy to commit suicide without the courage? Besides, you commit suicide in front of a doctor, is it a test of my professional ability or a test of my humanity.

   Seriously, as long as the Germans move us and put us on the train, we will have a chance to run! "

Kutuzov looked around cautiously, lowered his head and said in Lu Fei's ear: "Count me in, we have to run together, even if we are beaten to death by the Chinese, it is worse than dying in a coal mine, in case we are sent to a concentration camp , it's better than committing suicide."

   "Well, Uncle Kutuzov and I have an idea. Comrade Vladimir, you are an intellectual with a higher rank than us. How to escape from the Chinese people's demons, we will all listen to you."

   "The little girl said it well. We all listen to you. I saw at first glance that you are a natural leader."

   "Ha, your vision is really sloppy. Now you don't know what's going on outside, so you can only adapt accordingly."

   They whispered a few words, and the door was pushed open.

   A bucket of water and three pots of potatoes were thrown in, and the German guards glanced at the Soviet soldiers in the warehouse.

   "Many of you are new here, so don't know what to do! Keep absolutely quiet and don't have any thoughts of running away. The hanged prisoners outside are your role models!"

   The young German translator stuck his head out from behind the German guards and translated loudly.

   Although most of the Soviet soldiers in the warehouse were hungry, no one rushed to grab them and looked at a few German soldiers coldly.

   A tall and thin Soviet soldier suddenly rushed out of the crowd and shouted hoarsely:

   "Sir, my name is Zahar, I report the new Vladimir, he has a small flashlight, as well as cigarettes and lighters! Let me out, I have more secrets to tell you."

  Kutuzov, Kournikova, and the warriors' faces changed dramatically, staring at him resentfully with murderous eyes.

  Lu Fei looked at Zahar in amazement, shook his head, and his eyes were full of anger!

  Lu Fei doesn't count on killing people. He usually has a restrained murderous aura. Once the killing intent reaches the sky, the surrounding temperature seems to drop by two degrees.

  The two German submachine gunners immediately turned their guns towards Lu Fei.

   "Doctor, come here! The white beard beside me also comes here!" the German translator said loudly.

   Lu Fei shrugged and walked over with Kutuzov.

  Two German soldiers, one by one, groped on them.

   "Brother, that's not a gun." Lu Fei responded with a bitter smile.

   Kutuzov was much more nervous than Lu Fei. In the winter, his head was sweating profusely.

  Two or three minutes later, the German soldiers pushed the two away and returned to the German translator and shook their heads.

   "Zahar, right, you deliberately tricked us! Beat him!" The German translator angrily and loudly ordered the submachine gunners to beat him.

   "No, I saw a group of them smoking with my own eyes, something must be hidden in that woman." Zahar was shocked and pointed at Kournikova, who was bewildered.

  The two German soldiers went up and touched Kournikova unceremoniously.

   Kournikova was about to cry without tears, and her face was flushed.

   Soon, the two of them were satisfied with their hand addiction, and they returned to the translator and shook their heads.

   "Sir, nothing."

   "Woooooo, dead!"

  Kournikova covered her face in shame and ran to the corner to cry.

   "Hey, this, isn't the point being touched by a strange man?" Lu Fei asked in surprise.

   "She's not a little girl, maybe there are countless men, don't you care?" Kutuzov shrugged and continued.

   found nothing, he was completely relaxed.

  The German translator looked ashen, looked at Zahar, and kicked him over without warning.

   "Don't **** scream, you have personal grievances, don't ask us to help you out, bah!"

   A minute later, the Sanhe soldiers walked out, and the warehouse door closed with a bang.

   Before Lu Fei launched the attack, all the soldiers slowly surrounded Zahar, and everyone looked bad.

  Lu Fei just wanted to go, but was held down by Kutuzov.

   "Vladimir, don't go over there, don't get your hands dirty! Brothers, this **** is not our third company, Grasf, please deal with it! Don't make any noise."

   Someone in the distance agreed.

   "Save..."

  Zahar was covered by someone before he could scream.

   "Boom! Boom! Boom! Mmmmmmm!"

  The crowd drowned Zahar, and countless fists and feet rained down on him.

   At first, he was still fighting hard, and soon there was only unconscious twitching. In the end, even Kournikova went up and gave him a few kicks.

   After a few minutes, Kutuzov separated from the crowd and walked over.

   "Come on, don't get blood all over the ground! Brothers, carry the person to the corner, and let him go there and wait to die!"

   As the master, Lu Fei also followed.

   "He's already dead! Who is so strong that he covered people to death." Lu Fei touched his carotid artery and flashed his dilated pupils with a flashlight.

"Brothers, after what happened just now, there should be no rebels here. If the Chinese send us to the rear, everyone listens to the doctor, and he will take us to find a way to escape! Anyone who has an opinion will say it as soon as possible." Zoff said solemnly.

   "If you don't say anything, listen to the company commander and the doctor! Such a brother is reassuring."

   "That's right, in order to save unfamiliar brothers and people in the country, you can be trusted."

   "Anyway, we don't know what to do next. How bad can it be?"

   Lu Fei smiled and waved his hands around, raising the volume slightly.

"Brothers, there are all German infantry outside. We only have the opportunity to escape when we transfer. Now I can't say how to escape. We need to adapt to the times. Now take a good rest and eat, and recharge your batteries! I I suggest everyone, keep a potato on your body."

  The soldiers agreed in a low voice, and the leader who did not brag was reassuring.

   Soldiers came to get potatoes in an orderly manner.

   Lu Fei magically took out a bottle and poured some salt on each soldier's hand.

  Come and say: "I don't have the strength to eat salt, don't spill it."

  The soldiers pursed their lips one by one, nodding their heads in excitement.

   Potatoes that are tasteless and tasteless are really hard to swallow.

   After a while, there was a sound of chewing, and the atmosphere of despair in the warehouse completely disappeared, and something called hope took root in the hearts of the soldiers.

   I don't know the time of the sun and the moon in the warehouse. I don't know how long it took, and there were hurried footsteps outside the door.

  The door opened, and the familiar middle-aged Gestapo walked in with a few German soldiers smiling.

   He subconsciously covered his nose with a white handkerchief.

   "Bring this Vladimir out, I want to have a good chat with him, Vyazma's tank hero, the son of Major General Peter. You're hiding deep, we caught the big shot! Hahaha."

   The Soviet soldiers present all looked at him, their eyes were more worried than admiration.

   was targeted by the Gestapo, and it was more fortunate than for luck.

   Lu Fei only had one voice in his heart.

  Action (start shooting)!

  Instant drama upper body, acting online.

   His eyes were round, and he looked surprised, and then various emotions flashed in his eyes, anger, fear, heavy and firm, full of drama.

   "What if you know? Kill me! I will not betray Hongqi and my father!"

   "Hey, let's have a good chat in another place, you are my chance to get promoted, hahaha, take it away!"

   "Don't pull me, I'll go by myself! Brothers! Tell my dad, I didn't give in, I didn't surrender! Long live the Soviets!" Lu Fei struggled hard, shouting slogans, and the tragic hero's gesture appeared on the paper.

  The surrounding Soviet soldiers were excited and swarmed up, ready to rescue him.

   But the dark muzzles of the German army forced the soldiers back.

   Lu Fei was forcefully pulled out of the warehouse, and the door was closed.

   Lu Fei, who was being pushed and shoved all the way, showed a faint smile on the corner of his mouth.

  The Gestapo looked bewildered.

   "Vladimir, I just wanted to chat with you, not to hang you, and I didn't react that much during the day. Are you possessed by Lenin?"

   "I won't believe the words of your Fascist gang. If you don't hang me, shoot me?"

   "That's right, as long as you don't tell the truth and don't do what I want, your safety will not be guaranteed." The middle-aged man smiled gloomily.

   "I'm so afraid, I'm afraid your wife is not in good shape."

   "You! How can you be so shameless?"

   "You're going to kill me, won't you let me take advantage of words?"

   Lu Fei, who took advantage, was quickly pushed into a small room.

   There is a wooden table in the room, two chairs on either side of the table, and there is nothing in the room. The chilling and gloomy atmosphere created enough.

   Under the lamp on the table, the glasses of the middle-aged Gestapo refracted yellow light, and the triumphant victory was written on his face.

   "Tie his hands behind his back on the chair, you all go out." A young Gestapo stopped at the door, and just about to speak, the middle-aged Gestapo waved his hand.

   "I know what you're going to say, don't worry about safety. Who do you think he is? He's just driving a tank, no matter how powerful a soldier is, he will become a soft egg in the hands of our Gestapo!"

  That is to say, the young Gestapo still tied Lu Fei tightly together with two German soldiers.

   Then, a few people went out and closed the door.

  The middle-aged Gestapo smiled, lit a cigarette in his spare time, and said softly:

"Vladimir, led the KV2 car group in Vyazma, successfully blocked our armored division for a day and night, and let more than 10,000 rear troops of the reserve army escape. You are amazing! You happened to rescue you in the subsequent guerrilla warfare. Father Peter. Ivanovich and his stragglers.

   Later, he made many exploits in the defense of Moscow, and after being seriously injured, he recovered for a long time. Another month of **** fighting in Leningrad last month, am I right? "

   "Be afraid! Let me go back if I can, let me take my brothers to KV2 and teach you a lesson!"

   "Mr. Vladimir, you are a tactical genius! You are also Major General Peter's son, and you are very valuable to us! If you don't want to be hanged alive, you should surrender obediently." The middle-aged Gestapo said softly.

   "Then you hang me and let me surrender, are you stupid?"

   "I'll assume that you're not afraid of death for now. You always love money, right? You love beautiful women? I can give you all of this!"

   "Stop talking, look at yourself, with a gray face, unshaven beard, and black shirt collar, you can see that there is no woman to take care of you. Plus the watch is low-level and the glasses are ordinary, you should still be a poor ghost.

  You haven't achieved financial freedom yourself, and no woman has any interest in you, so can you give me this? No money for bragging, right? "

   "You! I am working hard for the Empire! I am a fanatical supporter of the Third Reich and the Führer!" The middle-aged Gestapo exclaimed excitedly.

   "Take it down, you have no money and no women, what's the point of struggle? Part-time work makes me happy?"

   "Don't go too far, I will give you what you want as long as you write a letter of persuasion to Major General Peter."

   "Humph, it's useless if I just wrote it, and I don't believe you."

   "Why is it useless, as far as I know, you are Major General Peter's only son."

   "He married his wife again, and our father-son relationship broke up."

   "I don't care, as long as the son of a senior Soviet general rises up against and surrenders his father, your people will distrust your general and government."

  Lu Fei frowned and said nothing, knowing that this matter can't be fooled, but he doesn't agree that he will be severely tortured now! It hurts. After thinking about it, I decided to use the dragging method.

   "I won't write it. I will go to the country to meet your higher-ranking supervisor and then talk about it. The things that you, a little fellow Gestapo, promised are empty. When I write something, what will you do if you kill me with one shot?"

   "You! That's up to you!"

   The corners of his mouth twitched, he took out a small cloth bag from the bag on the ground, and slowly spread it out in front of Lu Fei.

   The curled cloth bag was straightened, and inside were a dozen knives, some long, some short, slightly curved, and some with hooks.

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   (end of this chapter)