Those who were willing to go back and those who were willing to stay gathered in the open space of the prisoner-of-war camp.

There are not many people, only more than 300 people, and they are also a little worried about what the new life they are about to usher in will look like?

Losov looked around and was surprised to find that the political commissar Colonel Zverev actually chose to stay!

At this time, no one dared to speak, but just exchanged eyes. Losov looked at Zverev, as if asking, why did you stay there?

Losov remembers hearing that Zverev's hometown is in Kiev, and he still has his wife and children, so why do he have to stay?

Zverev did not answer. As the Soviet brigade-level political commissar, he had thought more about it from the terrible purge. Comrade Stalin did not trust anyone, and the only thing he believed was himself.

If all the prisoners of war left, it would be fine. Now, since there are those who stay, the prisoners of war who left may not have a good end!

After hesitating for a long time, he chose to stay. He was disappointed with that terrible autocratic country.

They waited for about half an hour before they saw Goebbels walking onto the rostrum in front.

Goebbels had already made a phone call with Cialis, which was why he delayed the time. After receiving Cialis' instructions, Goebbels became more at ease and boldly.

He looked at the prisoners below, looked at their wandering eyes, and spoke: "I am Goebbels, the Minister of the Propaganda Department of the Empire. Now, on behalf of the Empire, I welcome you, you have made the most important choice in your life."

In an instant, the lower part became happy.

Goebbels, who is a senior official of the empire, is welcoming him!

"Although you did something unfavorable to the Empire in the last conflict, now you have expressed your attitude with facts. In the future, you will have a new identity and be a person in the Empire with dignity." Goebbels said.

The new identity means that the empire has accepted them!

Everyone was excited, only Zverev was still calm. He had seen many things so much that he became numb. The empire's welcome was nothing more than that for the empire, those who surrendered were of value.

Sure enough, Goebbels continued to speak: "You will be organized into a new army called the Volunteer Corps, stationed in Warsaw. The prisoner-of-war camp here will become your camp. I hope you will become a lion brigade under the training of the instructors."

Of course, these people will be organized into troops. Originally, Goebbels planned to call this army the Russian People's Liberation Army. Unfortunately, Cialek rejected it, believing that giving this army a name would seriously stimulate the Soviets and even speculate on Germany's intentions.

Therefore, it was finally named the Volunteer Corps. After the war against the Soviet Union broke out, it would be announced to the public under the name of the Russian People's Liberation Army.

Sure enough, it was the same as he thought! Zverev thought in his heart that these people on his side would still be controlled by the German army and would fight everywhere with them.

However, it is better to be a friendly army in Germany than to become their enemy.

Zverev was distracted and didn't even hear Goebbels' speech on the stage. However, he saw that everyone around him was looking at him!

What's going on?

"Col. Zverev is the highest rank among us. We recommend him as our army commander." At this moment, Losov next to him spoke.

Zverev then realized that he wanted to select commanders from his own people, and his military rank was the colonel, the highest among these people!

Zverev looked at the stage. At this time, Goebbels also walked down from above, walked to Zverev, and said to him: "Col. Are you willing to lead this army?"

"Willing to serve," Zverev said, with no chance of refusing at all.

"Okay, the reorganization of the army will start today. Thank you for your hard work. The weapons will be delivered within a week. You will form an infantry brigade." Goebel said lightly: "This will be a great start."

The people present cheered excitedly.

On this day, the Volunteer Corps, the predecessor of the Russian People's Liberation Army, was established in this way. The initial scale of this army was only a few hundred people, barely organized into a brigade. After that, the army was rapidly expanded.

Afterwards, it also played its own responsibilities, helping the German army and maintaining the public order in the Soviet-occupied areas. These initially joined the military ranks were promoted several times and became the most loyal foreign corps of the empire.

Just as the Volunteer Corps was established, other prisoners of war boarded the train from Warsaw and headed to the Soviet Union.

The train stopped on the border after only two hours. A team of gendarmes from the Ministry of Internal Affairs changed.

These people are all burly and have steel guns in their hands.

"Hey, brother, do you have any cigarettes?" A prisoner asked the military police. He finally returned home. He was in a very happy mood. The military police beside him were considered comrades-in-arms, right?

"Go back, go back to your own seat! No one is allowed to move!" the military police shouted, pointing his gun at him.

The prisoner's face turned pale. In Germany and in the prisoner's war camp, the soldiers guarding were very kind. Now, when they arrived in their own country, why are these people who come to pick them up so fiercely?

"Hmph, if you don't give me, don't give me. I'll get it when I go home." The prisoner complained and walked back.

In the carriage, there was no sound.

Timuxine sat in a corner. After entering the prisoner-of-war camp, his epaulette and anything that marked the military rank were taken away. Now he is no different from an ordinary soldier.

Now, looking at these military police, he had already had a premonition of something wrong.

Captives were unpopular, and Temushingo had hesitated in the prisoner-of-war camp, but in the end, he still came back. As a Soviet soldier, he was already embarrassing enough. If he stayed in Germany, he would have made the Soviet Monster even more ashamed.

If it were in the past, on the border of the Soviet Union, the wheels needed to be replaced, and the width and width of the track were different. But now, this dedicated line has been repaired and there is no need to change the wheels. Soon, the train set off again.

Sitting in the corner, Temuxine was waiting for his unknown fate, and at this time, in Moscow, their disposal is under discussion.
Chapter completed!