ps: In this chapter, there is 1ooo, which makes up for yesterday's issue, and there is another update today, which will be distributed in the early morning.`

The breath of early winter also came to the Red Army's POW camp No. 289 outside Kiev, Ukrainian Prefecture.

The POW camp No. 289 has been established for more than a year. Like the series of POW camps around it, it is a masterpiece of the Kiev encirclement. After that battle, more than 60,000 Red Army troops were forced to put down their weapons and become prisoners of war. When the prisoners learned from the German guards, everyone could not believe their ears, thinking that this was just fascism spreading rumors, but the reality was better than people. A group of dejected comrades flocked into the prison camp, with each army and every number, and people accepted the reality: they were not only defeated, but also became shameful prisoners.

At first, everyone was in pain. The education they received from the day they joined the army was that Soviet soldiers would rather die in battle than be prisoners, but how could they die on the battlefield be that it was so simple? The simplest and most burdensome way to die when they were bombed by shells and hit by bullets. However, if they did not die at the first time, the groans and howls after being seriously injured were the most painful and torment. They were not sick or injured, but only because they were not mentally prepared or were unable to make up their minds to commit suicide would become prisoners in a daze. It is very simple to really want to die. As long as they pounce on the power grid around the prison camp or deliberately provoke the guards, death is a natural thing. But most people do not have the courage. After suffering, regret, and uneasy, those who have not died have only one thought to support him - no matter how they have to live.

At the beginning, the prisoners of war were still expecting the Red Army to fight to rescue themselves as soon as possible, but everyone was soon disappointed, one day, two days, one week, two weeks, one month, two months... When the second winter came, everyone knew that the Red Army could not counterattack, at least temporarily could not counterattack. Many people were speculating where the Germans had occupied now, some said that they had occupied Moscow, some said that they had advanced to the Ural Mountains, some said that they had attacked Siberia - the only thing that is certain is that Stalin and the Red Army had not surrendered yet. Otherwise, the Germans would have been jubilant. They were desperate about their future, and the shame of being captured had long become numb. Every day, they were just walking dead, and they lived mechanically - the longer the time, the more obvious the situation and feeling.

Among these people, some people did not think of dying when they first became prisoners, including Lieutenant Colonel Kononov, the commander of the 2nd Regiment of the 16th Division of the Infantry Division of the 37th Army of the Red Army. At this moment, he was listening carefully to the loud tweeters that sounded again in the concentration camp. `When there was no radio, no radio, no newspapers, or even no slogans and blackboards, these tweeters around the camp were the only source of information he could obtain. No matter how the Germans promoted it, he could analyze some valuable things from it, and even rely on the German war reports to deduce the general fronts of both sides. This judgment and analysis ability has been clearly shown in his graduation thesis on German issues - "If you study Germany's economic and political system, you will come to a very positive conclusion: war is inevitable between the Soviet Union and Germany, just like between two uncompromising enemies."

All prisoners of war were very respectful to him. When he pricked up his ears and listened carefully to the tweeter, everyone consciously lowered his voice, for fear of disturbing his thinking and judgment. As an intermediate officer who had been in the prison camp for more than a year, he keenly felt the unusualness in the past month. He believed that the situations mentioned in the tweeter would change the fate and direction of the prison camp in the future. Kononov was initially captured after failing to break through with his own guards and was disbanded. In other words, no one in the prison camp could recognize him except for the few personal guards who were captured.

The identity. Because the intermediate and above officers were detained alone, he did not know what the Germans would do about the Red Army officers, so he decided to hide his true identity and just lurked with the rank of lieutenant. Fortunately, he has always cared for and cared for his guards. Not only did they refuse to betray Kononov, they protected him very tightly, and had never had an accident in a year. He was very satisfied with this situation and was determined to continue hiding. This true identity was not exposed until he saw with his own eyes that the German Air Force replaced the 6th Field Army and became a prisoner of war camp guard and added food supplies. It has only been more than a month so far.

The German guards who were guarding them more than a month ago suddenly changed into new faces, and they had never seen before. Kononov used his experience to judge that most of these guards were recruits who had never been on the battlefield, because although they tried hard to show off their serious, fanatical and ferocious look, they had no murderous aura in their eyes, which was completely incomparable to the guards who were foolish but liked to shoot and kill people at any time. Kononov had thought about whether he would use this opportunity to organize a prison escape, but within a few days he himself

He dispelled this idea because he had improved the treatment of the prisoners. Although this improvement was far from reasonable and friendly, he still found the difference. As a Red Army officer who had received the systematic education of the Fulongzhi Military Academy and graduated with excellent results, he knew that the Soviet Union had not joined the Geneva Convention, so naturally there was no question of requiring the Germans to treat themselves as required by the Convention and the treatment of prisoners of war. Moreover, it dared to swear that as long as the Germans were captured, they would never be treated much better than themselves.

After increasing the food supply on the first day, all prisoners of war couldn't wait to eat voraciously. Kononov knew the harm of the sudden large-scale food for those who had been hungry for a long time. He tried his best to persuade the prisoners not to do this, and even asked his guards to join the persuasion team. "But no one listened to him, and everyone who saw him stared at him with a vigilant look, and at the same time hugged his food tightly, fearing that the latter would pounce on him and rob him.

By the evening, unfortunate incidents really happened: many prisoners died as they were too weak, and they were dying after eating. But the other prisoners didn't know this. They thought the Germans were poisoning the food and were going to send them on their way. When they received dinner, they made a sound like wild beasts. He saw that the guards of the prison camp changed their faces. On the one hand, more than ten mg42 machine guns were completely mounted. As long as there was a spark, these nerve-wicked guards would pull the trigger. It took less than 5-10 minutes. Under the astonishingly high level of mg42, there was nothing left in this prison camp with more than a thousand people. Moreover, it also heard similar shouts from other prisoners of war camps in the distance, and he knew that such things would definitely happen.

Now that he can no longer stand by - in fact, he can't be called lying on the sidelines. He himself is crowded with the captives, and he will never escape once the Germans shoot.

Perhaps he didn't speak German for a long time after graduation. He rushed to the guards' head German quickly and urgently, and his voice was a bit strange. After saying it three times, the guards of the prisoner camp realized that the Russian prisoner who was not astonishingly looked like a lieutenant colonel. He not only understood German but also expressed his willingness to help them appease the prisoners of war.

If they were guardians of the 6th Army field troops, they would definitely be furious to this Russian official who concealed his identity, and might even come up with a gun stock. However, the current guard leader obviously lacks experience, and he repeatedly agreed: "Okay, Mr. Lieutenant Colonel, if you can comfort them and calm them down, we will let you enjoy the treatment that matches your military rank..."

Kononov smiled bitterly, and he didn't want any treatment that matched the military rank - who knew whether it was life-successful or a second-class abuse.

"Soldiers, brothers, please be quiet... I am Lieutenant Colonel Kononov, the former commander of the Second Regiment of the 16o Infantry Division."

"Silent, quiet, quiet." Several guards who were with him shouted. Their boss finally made a sound after hiding for more than a year. Although he didn't know why he was like this, at least they had to work hard to maintain his dignity, just like Kononov, who was famous for protecting his shortcomings in the army, has always been taking care of them.

Under the deterrence of the black muzzle, the crowd was reduced by the persuasion of Kononov and the guards. Then everyone stretched their necks and wanted to see the big man who came out of nowhere. The guards of the prisoner camp were very smart and gave Kononov a large microphone surrounded by iron. They signaled him to stand on the table and speak.

"The Germans did not poison the food." Kononov made his judgment straightforward, "We eat the same things as these dead brothers. If the food is poisonous, at least we will also be poisoned. At least we will feel uncomfortable and vomiting now."

Everyone was stunned at first, then nodded. This was right. There was no other discomfort except the fallen brothers.

"But why are they dead?" someone asked loudly.

"Because they eat too much." Kononov's voice was deep, "Think about it, when the food comes today, I advise you not to eat too much, so as not to cause bad results. Unfortunately, not many people are willing to listen to me."

The captives thought about it and recalled the process, and they couldn't help but believe it for more than half, but some people said relentlessly, "We have eaten so much, why are we okay?"

"Because the dead brothers are the weakest."

"Does the Germans know this and deliberately make more food to harm us?"

There is no need to refute this kind of thing, and there are naturally some people around me who will refute it: "You idiot... As long as the Germans don't give us food, they will starve us to death. Do you still use a stupid method of more food?"

Kononov ignored this kind of argument and said, "Tell everyone one thing, the Germans who custod us have recently been replaced by air force troops. They have not participated in the Eastern Front battle, nor have they killed the German 6th Army, which fought and killed us. So as long as we do not violate the regulations of the prisoner-of-war camp, the Germans will not deliberately harm us."

"I don't believe that the noble Air Force master will come to guard the prisoner camp?"

"Uh..." Kononov was speechless for a moment and had to turn around and ask the guard in charge, "Sir Captain, are you from that part of the Luftwaffe? I'm not asking for the number, I mean..."

"Oh, do you still recognize that we belong to the Air Force?" The captain opposite was happy and nodded, "It's okay to tell you. We are the 7th Field Division of the Air Force. You all belong to me. Be honest in the future."

"Air Force Field Division? This is really a weird name." Kononov only muttered these in his heart but did not say them out. The prisoners below saw the Germans and Kononov easily talking, thinking that what he said was not a lie, and the scene suddenly became quiet.

"The Germans have admitted that they are air force units, and you can also look at the air force logo on their chests and cuffs." He finally said in a deep tone, "Pull these brothers out and buried them. Please be careful and don't eat too much. The food provided by the Germans may always be at this level."

After the food incident was successfully resolved, Kononov not only had his prestige in the prisoner-of-war camp greatly improved, but even the Germans believed that the officer could control the scene and knew German, so he simply appointed him as the captive captain and improved his treatment. Several guards were allowed to stay with him in a separate barracks.

After the Air Force took over the guards of the prisoner camp, Kononov noticed that other things were changing in the future.

First, the omnipresent SS and the Gestapo began to retreat. At the beginning, they dragged out the political commissars in the captured troops, whether at the division level or at the battalion level, and shot them. The continuous gunfire scared the prisoners. This was also a fuse for Kononov to conceal his identity at the time. Now it seems that the Germans have given up this order.

Again, the number of prisoners began to change, and the number of prisoners has been in a process of increasing and decreasing, but the keen Kononov has seen the recent change in the number of ethnic groups. To be precise, the proportion of prisoners of the Russian nation has increased, while the proportion of prisoners of ethnic minorities has decreased sharply. He has been watching this process. He has now been the soldiers of the three former republic ethnic groups of Lithuania, Estonia and Latvia, and then the number of prisoners of Ukraine, Belarus, Cossacks, Karmek and other ethnic groups have been released.

As a decisive and judgmental intermediate officer, he had been guessing what happened, but he was unable to do so. It was not until the camp's propaganda horn sounded that he suddenly realized that they had cooperated with the Germans.

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Chapter completed!