Dark, cold.

Regardless of the qiē, even the body that must be reserved for the long journey is no longer considered, and the organs that support the gallop of the body operate to the limit, and the beating of the heart is clearer and louder than the howl of the gale wind and the hissing of the weeds in the ears. The sound of striking the eardrum and shaking the senses of balance makes the brain receive nauseous signals, and the hot body that is panting quickly does not dare to relax a bit, and the nasty feeling cannot be expelled from the body that is slowly getting tired.

The essential instinct of living beings, the self-defense function derived from the fear of death.

An instinctive emotion called fear.

Fear of the tracker who follows you behind you, fear of being a captive, fear of the unknown fate of being captured, fear of the long and painful process of death.

Convinced by rumors of elven torture of captives, the fleeing humans were driven to the brink by rumors and derivative imaginations, and they were bent on staying away from their fearsome pursuers, ignoring a few crucial details.

Attempts to mislead the bugs always fail, and no matter how carefully he conceals the trail of escape, the elf will quickly follow the right path that is extremely painful for him, or copy it to the front to intercept it.

What's even more incomprehensible is that in this cat-and-mouse hunt, the elves jumping quickly between the bushes are obviously at ease, and they keep a certain distance from the fugitives unhurriedly to ensure that they do not lose their targets, with this race's familiarity with the valley forest environment, this gap is really unnatural,

The spies, who had long since left the rookie stage, should have noticed these life-threatening anomalies and rethought their escape plan.

However, he doesn't have the spare time to do what zài does.

There is no need to think about anything anymore.

At first glance, there was nothing unusual, and the trap that looked exactly the same as the solid ground under his feet collapsed, and before he could react, a sharp impact pierced from behind. After the impact, the right eye lost the picture, and when I opened the largest left eye, I saw a few pieces of wood burrowing through the bones of the skin, spitting out bright red eyes from the seeds under the clothes, and the smell of rust mixed with the stench of gagging stimulated the gradually thinning sense of smell and consciousness.

A pointed wooden stake smeared with dung - Unable to maintain continuous operation, Si barely recognized the murder weapon that had taken his life, and his left hand, driven by reluctance and anger, trembled and stretched out to his chest, trying to save himself. The elves, who stood on the edge of the trap and watched coldly, did not think that the spies with their heads, torsos, legs, and right arms strung to their stakes could accomplish such a difficult feat, and after a little while, the unfortunate bastard would be where he should be.

"Bastard pointy-eared......!!"

The only limb that could move eventually lost its strength halfway through the chest, and slumped limply on the intestines that flowed out of the abdomen. After the last words of the mouth that spat out the red blood bubble, no more sound came from the trap.

"How many are these weeks? 9 or 10?"

With a headband that fixed her long hair, Till's answer was steady and steady. Showing no sympathy for malicious intruders, the rats wielding daggers in the shadows lacked the elements that would make the elven boys feel good, and after confirming that the spies were completely breathed away from decomposing the corpses, their companions, who were accustomed to cleaning up, began to clean up the corpses and rearrange the traps.

"Humans are really resilient, and they still enjoy this kind of thing after dying so much. ”

Spat vigorously at the corpse with its eyes hanging from the outside and its body completely reduced to a colander, Rudoff Schengen shook his head in disgust, and the short-haired elf felt a little disgusted by the constant sending of his men to death by the human powers.

"The pigs have long been indifferent to the lives of their men and soldiers, but they don't call soldiers [livestock] as directly as the orcs do. ”...,

It seems that Li Lin has been contaminated with the habit of complaining, and Tyr sharply spits out the enemy's groove. However, Tirkoude is good, far from being as mean and unscrupulous as Li Lin.

One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither. The straightforward old proverb in the East is always so sharp, but Li Lin has not translated this sentence into Elven language, and everyone doesn't know the famous saying that is very appropriate.

"Spies have been coming out more frequently lately, so maybe there's something here that's going to do it, right?"

"There's no evidence to confirm this hypothesis, and the black marketeers, the aristocrats, the sneaky clergy—the suspicious ones wandering outside the valley are increasing, and perhaps some hot-headed merchant is looking for trouble. ”

The cleaning and repair of the trap is almost complete, and the carcasses are carefully wrapped up and later incinerated, and the edge of the woods is restored to its previous landscape, and the smell of blood gradually fades.

"Wrap up. ”

After finally confirming that there were no omissions, Tyr and his companions of the escort quietly withdrew into the Niflheim Valley.

The outer fence of the village was demolished last month, and the elves who had more money on hand had planned to build a stone wall instead, but after a meeting of the meeting, the first-line wall was stillborn.

Trenches, horse rejections, watchtowers...... If you add a whole dozen barbed wire and machine guns, a complete trench museum can be opened, and the elves who are not in a position to toss high-tech weapons finally come up with a three-dimensional defense system [to deal with local conflicts under existing technical conditions].

“...... 4, 5, 6, a total of 6 can be used. ”

Standing on the edge of the trench, Freya is casually wielding a charcoal pen, a new piece of white paper with tables drawn and numbered numbers in the boxes to which they belong. Opposite the petite girl, a group of tied sturdy men crouched on the ground with their heads bowed, like a flock of geldings.

“...... Too little. ”

Add a new prisoner number with no name at the end, and the charcoal stops on the paper.

The delicate and cute face of the doll is completely occupied by the terrible expression of dissatisfaction.

"Mr. Thor. ”

A terrifying smile appeared on the lips that sent honorifics, and the shiny white tiger teeth made it difficult for the elven boy, who had an absolute advantage in height, to sit still.

"Thor—sir. ”

The honorific title of Mr. (Herr) was sonorous and powerful, and the big man who barely raised his courage took the conversation carefully.

"That, Freya, about the number of captives......"

"Thor, Ancestor!"

The weighty pause truncates incoherent justifications, and the sneer of the pause heralds the coming storm.

"Yes!

The body reflexes and stands upright like a spear. Physiology is ready to bear before the mind.

"I don't care how much waste dies, in fact we don't really care, but please pay attention to the current situation of labor shortage in the mines and cotton fields!!"

Freya burst out like a boiling kettle, and the hand clapping the form seemed to be ready to smash the stack of papers into poor Thor's face at any moment.

"I'm just as responsible for the captives, so don't blame Thor, Freya. ”

"Max!"

Seeing a glimmer of hope in his unbearable despair, Thor looked to the savior with gratitude. With a wry smile of helplessness, Tyr continued:

"I also missed, and in the end I had to drive my opponent into the trap. The lately people are all veterans, and they are not as easy to catch alive as these, and there is no way to be blamed. ”

Shrugging his shoulders in apology, the blood-soaked body bag passed in front of Freya and Thor who were relieved, and the captives who crouched on the ground stole a glance at the blood-red bag, their eyes quickly regaining their perpendicular to the ground.

The next language heard was still the learned Elven language, but the captives couldn't understand it at all. ...,

"The production efficiency is still very low, and it is difficult to meet the target. ”

"How about improving labor efficiency and working hours?"

"No, I submitted a report before and it was rejected. The reason is that it will only further widen the labor gap. ”

"Indeed, the current 12-hour workweek is no longer sustainable. If we continue to intensify our work, sooner or later, we will all have to send it to incinerate to make fertilizer, which is really nerve-wracking. ”

Words you don't understand, you can't understand things. It's like forcibly translating the language of the other world into the language of the elves, instilling it in the ears and forcing it to remember.

Even so.

Not understanding what the elves were discussing did not prevent the uneasiness from triggering some kind of alarm.

"It's naïve to expect a boy to lighten the burden on a lady. All right...... Anyway, there are 6 that can be used from being better than none, in short- make do with it. ”

The hand between his eyebrows was lowered, and his gaze shifted to make the lucky captives feel like falling into an ice cave.

unequal looks;

the way you look at things;

contemptuous eyes;

indifferent eyes;

- Looking at the eyes of the six corpses.

"Take them to a hard labor camp. ”

Waving a paper full of lines and numbers, the cold tone of disposing of waste pronounced the future of the captives.

Labor makes man free (Arbeit.macht.Frei).

The signboard in floral script was selected from a certain memory material and leaped into reality, sitting on the doorbeam, condescending like the judge of the underworld looking down on the new tenants of the forced labor camp.

Speaking of hard labor camps, they are actually more like shanty towns placed next to the mines, and the scenery outside the wooden houses is only more than ordinary foothill huts, with watchtowers and a few young guards.

Barbed wire, high-voltage power grids, mines, Alsatian wolfdogs, and black-overcoat guards with submachine guns watched the prisoners like animals, and the tall chimneys spewed scorching stench and fly ash day and night, and at night, blinding white beams of light repeatedly swept over every corner of the camp......

Compared with the Auschwitz concentration camp, which can be called the model of "Bai Fumei" and "Little Tsundere" in similar facilities - with the same door number and motto "Love shower room, love crematorium, love gold teeth, love human skin, love hair, and love fat soap, and the most hated thing about the Jewish people of the Soviet Red Army", the forced labor camp in Niforheim can only be classified as "dwarf and poor". There are no iconic gas chambers and crematoriums, and there are no [extravagant] configurations of the front. Onlookers are completely unable to associate it with the name "hard labor camp" and wonder if the facility can effectively perform the function of guarding prisoners' labor.

"If you want to survive, you have to work honestly. ”

Standing on two stacked wooden boxes, the middle-aged dwarf's smile carried a sense of uprising. Increasing the height of the gaze, but still unable to make the purchased serfs and captured captives feel a little good, the gray face was filled with treacherous joy. Like a child who has received a new toy or a peasant woman who discovers that her hen has laid another nest of eggs.

- Vulgar gnomes.

The new occupant unceremoniously wrote the unanimous comments in his heart on his face, with a strong look of contempt.

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After the personification of the state, the city, and the military, the next anthropomorphism is the concentration camp and the prison (mistakenly)...... Well, this joke is cold, everyone ignore it, please continue to support this book with recommendation votes and promotion, thank you readers!