Nowis concentration camp.
A luxurious room exclusive to the warden.
Exquisite murals are mounted on the wooden walls, period vases and porcelain are placed casually on the floor, and expensive carpets closely fit the high-end wooden floors, retaining the heat coming from the floor pipes for a long time. .
After drinking the contents of the glass in one gulp, Ivanovvich placed the heavy glass on the table, closed his eyes and leaned on the sofa. He didn't know what he was thinking about, and his brows furrowed from time to time.
Lieutenant Sergei put the last document he took out from the safe into the blazing brazier and slowly stood up straight.
Although the red-hot brazier burned the carpet under his feet, he knew that Ivanovovich, as the owner of the carpet, would not care about this.
Because the black boxer who sells it can earn him ten such carpets in the ring.
Even if it doesn't work out, the boxer can be sold to a rich man as a thug.
The key is that for wealthy people who like to watch black boxing matches, money has never been a problem. The most serious problem is that there are no competitors worthy of the money.
What the audience wants to see is a bloody fight between ferocious beasts, not two sissies tickling each other.
This is the fundamental purpose of the existence of the "concentration camp" in Novis, and the real reason why it is a concentration camp for labor reform prisoners but conducts extensive training.
But now, the invisible rich man in front of him is facing the dilemma of lack of people in the boxing ring.
Of course, for Ivanovitch himself, this may be just a small loss, as long as something is destroyed and not seen by some people who should not see it.
"Sergey, forget these non-existent things and fully cooperate with the work of political commissar Vladimir."
Looking at the red-hot coals in the fireplace, Ivanovovich's voice was unusually calm, and the calmness in his tone infected the somewhat uneasy adjutant.
"Nothing else matters. This time, just think of it as giving back to our great motherland."
Sergey lowered his head slightly and breathed a sigh of relief.
"clear."
…………Dividing line…………
For the boxers in Novis Concentration Camp, although there was a peaceful political commissar next to the cold-blooded training officer during training, there was no way to shed a drop of sweat.
Even if they knew something had happened here, the prisoners could not change anything unless they wanted to become a corpse.
Whether they are sent to an underground black boxing ring with a high death rate or a battlefield under heavy gunfire, the prisoners who have lost everything due to various changes always have no choice.
In Reznov's view, the biggest change of having an additional military political commissar is that there is no change.
Leading the training plan is still the training officer Petrov from the intelligence organization Cheka (Cheka) of the former Counterrevolutionary Committee, now known as the 'NKVD'.
A cold killing machine.
It is worth mentioning that he is still a little confused as to why Petrov only gave Chartier a stick...
"...For you, Sambo (Sambo) is a basic fighting technique that is not unfamiliar. Idiots who can't learn it have already been fed to dogs, so I won't go into details here.
Scumbags, feel honored. Before you die on the battlefield, as reserve soldiers of the punishment camp, you are already qualified to contact higher-level combat arts. In the next month or so, I will teach you More advanced and systematic martial arts.
The learning of this set of martial arts is based on your basic fighting skills in daily life. As for whether you can learn it or not, it is the same as whether you will be like an idiot and bump into the gun of a German. I have nothing to do with it. No matter what, I just want to make sure you understand before you die that you are a fool who can't learn anything. "
Hearing what Petrov said, he quietly stood behind and carefully observed the cold-faced bald Xia Jie's face suddenly fell.
Maybe the military boxing I learned during military training in college will be of some use?
The first move is a lunge punch, what is the second move, a monkey-piercing kick?
No matter how he comforted himself, Xia Jie felt that his vision was gloomy as long as he thought about the college student who had done sixteen sets of military boxing but was stabbed 32 times by gangsters.
If he really needed basic fighting knowledge as the cold-faced bald man said, then he would be like a primary school student who just graduated from sixth grade and took advanced mathematics and could only stare.
"Sistma (Система) is a fighting system based on a perfect understanding of oneself and the enemy. You don't need to know her origins or what she means. I just need you to understand. , Systemma can allow you to deal with most combat difficulties, allowing you to kill your enemies first when you are at a disadvantage.
Before I really explain Systemma, I want you to remember four words: relax, balance, sense, and breathe. "
Looking at the prisoners with excitement in their eyes, Petrov was not surprised.
As a highly confidential military martial art, the military has strictly restricted the flow of Systemma among civilians.
Idiots who casually teach Systemma to the outside world will only be secretly executed for treason. What's more, in addition to the special intelligence department, officer bodyguards and special secret police who have systematically learned Systemma through teachers, Even if some people know some moves or concepts about Systemma, they will never understand the true core of Systemma.
No one who is passionate about martial arts will refuse Systemma, even a group of black boxers who can easily kill a dozen people.
The only thing that surprised him was that ordinary punishment camps were just consumables that existed as cannon fodder. They usually only needed simple firearms and combat training to be brought to the battlefield, and did not need to learn such advanced martial arts.
From this point of view, the punishment camp organized by Political Commissar Vladimir seems to be somewhat different from ordinary punishment camps...
"Nicholas, come out."
At Petrov's order, Nikolai, who was bulging with muscles and nearly two meters tall, stood up like an iron tower.
Being stared at by the cold blue eyes that were a head shorter than him, even Nicholas, who had no rival in the concentration camp, felt a little guilty.
Obviously the other person was just standing there looking at him, but the cold hairs on his skin stood up one by one.
This made Nicholas realize once again why Ivanovitch, as the warden, would stay away from the man in front of him.
"Relax your body, relax your mind, relax everything about you..."
Although he was a little confused, Nicholas began to relax his body while taking a deep breath.
"Yes, that's it...don't be too tight down there, soften your stupid stinky egg for me!"
The soft tone changed instantly, Nicholas' face stiffened, he raised his crotch and tightened his anus, almost not catching something he shouldn't have.
After Nikolai's body relaxed, Petrov slowly punched Nikolai's bulging chest.
Seeing that the trajectory of his fist was not fast and looked limp, Nicholas felt that after the severe pain, his heart was numb and his breathing became three points faster.
"hiss……"
"Does it hurt?"
Withdrawing his fist, Petrov stared at the big man in front of him who gasped.
"It hurts a little, but it's not completely painful, there's still a little numbness..."
Nicholas, who was covering his chest, bowed his head and answered honestly. In Xia Jie's view, the big man at this moment looked a bit like a brown bear tamed by the Russians.
"Do you know what would happen if you tightened your chest just now?"
Nicholas was not given a chance to respond to him. Rather than asking a question, he was more explaining to everyone who was confused.
"Your muscles will perfectly transmit the impact of my fist to your heart in a tense state, causing your heart to be severely damaged. In this case, you will not be holding your chest and gasping, but will be lifted Now that you are in the dog pen, when you are relaxed, you can spread my strength throughout the outer layer of your chest, perfectly protecting your internal organs."
Nicholas' face was a little ugly, but he didn't dare to say anything. He just used his own fighting method to relieve the pressure on his body.
After a few breaths, as if in agreement with Petrov's words, Nikolai felt that his body was no longer in harm's way. When he pulled back his prison uniform, he saw that there was already a light red mark on his chest.
The trace of hidden resentment disappeared without a trace, and Nicholas felt a little more in awe.
Turning his head, Petrov looked at the people with different expressions.
“That’s the first lesson I teach you, relax.
In the next two hours, you will find a partner to practice relaxation exercises. The two of you will take turns. One person will relax and lie down, and the other person will step on the lying person's body to perform moderate steps until you successfully achieve perfect relaxation. Wait until After completing the perfect relaxation, you can come to me for a check-up. The consequences of not completing it are the same as before. I think there is no need for me to say anything more. "
Having said this, Petrov glanced at the Chinese intentionally or unintentionally, but found that the Chinese had no other expression on his face. Instead, he immediately went to find his fellow inmate Reznov as a training partner.
'Stupid guy, give precious food to this kind of trash, sooner or later you will kill yourself because of your actions...'
With a sarcastic smile, Petrov, who was about to tell Nikolay to turn around and leave, gave up his original idea and spoke again.
"Chinese, come here, because there are not enough people, so I will be your partner."
His face stiffened, Xia Jie slowly turned around like a rotten robot, opened his mouth silently, and pointed at himself with a look of disbelief.
Reznov sighed helplessly and shook his head at Xia Jie again, signaling him not to resist.
Nicholas, who was still standing there coquettishly, froze, and his expectation turned into disappointment.
A feeling of betrayal surged into my heart, and the inexplicable sense of humiliation passed away as if it were an illusion.
Petrov did not speak again, but stared at Xia Jie with cold eyes.
However, this is more useful than any verbal warning.
In desperation, Xia Jie could only bid farewell to his Soviet big brother sadly, and with a look of humiliation, he came to the Soviet Union's cold version of Bald 47 and trembled.
In the end, the big Nikolai and the bearded Reznov came together, their bodies gently intertwined...
Don't think about it, they are just stepping on each other.
By the way, at this moment, Nicholas felt like there was a moving pile of excrement standing on his body. Especially in a relaxed state, every breath was the biggest challenge to his physiological endurance.
Even though he was already prepared to smell the smelly socks, this smell that exuded the greatest malice of mankind still made him almost roll his eyes and return to his mother's arms. Looking back on the past, even the excrement tube that he hadn't cleaned in ten days was not like this. Smelly.
"Reznov, are your fucking socks made of shit?"
Without any intention of responding to the other party, Reznov put on a sullen face and quietly moved his stretched out right foot closer to Nikolai's neck.
"vomit……"
the other side.
"Relax, relax, relax..."
Just like how he comforted himself when he helped others by doing good deeds without asking for anything in return (in fact, people would not give you anything in return), Xia Jie, who was lying on the ground, continued to use hypnosis to relax his body. .
Petrov took off his boots and stepped on Xia Jie's abdomen.
Frowning, I felt a soft feeling on my feet wearing a pair of clean cotton socks. I pressed down gently, but I didn't find any 'hard spots' during the process.
The Chinese man's belly was softer and more relaxed than he had imagined.
Lifting his foot again, Petrov carefully observed where to place his next foot.
“Relax relax relax…”
The silent thoughts had transitioned into the subconscious. Xia Jie calmed down completely. He immersed every part of his body and his thoughts in the depths of the bottomless ocean, letting a naughty little dolphin continue to play on every part of his body. slapstick.
Not only did he not feel uncomfortable, Xia Jie even felt an inexplicable sense of pleasure.
The more he stepped on it, the more strange it became. Petrov had the illusion that the person under his feet was actually a human-shaped sponge.
Withdrawing his right foot, Petrov squatted down and pressed his fingers on several places on the human body that were difficult to completely relax. However, he found that no matter where he pressed, the Chinese man with his eyes closed remained soft and truly relaxed. .
After standing up straight again and putting on his boots, Petrov kicked Xia Jie's thigh with his foot, only to find that the Chinese man was as unresponsive as if he was asleep. ,
After thinking about it, Petrov said coldly.
"You did perfect, you're ready to get up."
Saying goodbye to the gentleness of the little dolphin, Xia Jie could only reluctantly open his eyes and face the hellish reality again.
"Chinese, tell me the truth, how do you manage to be completely relaxed?"
Recalling the scene where he hypnotized himself to go deep into the sea and play with dolphins, Xia Jie responded honestly.
"Actually, I just imagined myself relaxing and that was it."
(End of chapter)
