Chapter 47 Chapter Forty-Six

In another part of the world, yellow firelight lit up the night sky. In the ankle-deep snow outside the toilet of the stinking square log house, Ben Riel.Jastrow stopped, staring at the flames rising into the air.This is an experiment, and the date of this experiment has been changed and postponed again and again.For a whole week, the big bosses of the SS kept busy in this gloomy, cold, rough concrete building, walking down the huge basement for a while, climbing up the untested stove for a while, the sound of tuk-tuk shoes and The sound of splashing snow water was accompanied by their anxious and irritable swearing.

The commander himself had been here with his deadpan entourage, supervising civilian technicians working in stripped pajamas, shaven-headed, scrawny prisoners in round-the-clock shifts.These were well-fed, healthy men with full hair and dressed in the almost forgotten decent clothing of coats, trousers, tops and ties.Otherwise, wear work eyewear.They were lively, serious Poles and Czechs who spoke to the German overseers in the engineering jargon of stills, gas generators, refractory bricks, and sketches of sections.They were all decent people, they did decent jobs, and they behaved decently.

Everything is normal, except for the way they look at the prisoner.Wearing this striped linen prison uniform seems to cast a fairy-tale invisibility cloak.These technicians seem to turn a blind eye when they encounter them.Of course they were not allowed to speak to the prisoners, and they were also afraid of the SS overseers.Don't they even blink an eye to show they're seeing someone like themselves?Are these prisoners as invisible as air?Was walking among these prisoners like walking among pillars and piles of bricks?What a strange thing. An orange-red flame rose high from the chimney mouth, whistling in the air.The flames were almost immediately extinguished every time puffs of smoke rose from them; then the flames flared up again.This situation shows that there is no need to ask.The tall square chimney is clearly visible in the light of smoking fires rising from the burial pit in the distance.The experiment was successful, how could it not be successful?This set uses the most advanced technology in Germany, the most exquisite machinery and equipment, gas furnace, fire furnace, blower, electric winch, huge fan, and novelty frame, which can be directly sent on the rails. Furnace mouth, these equipments are top-notch.Barrell was personally involved in cementing the new plant's equipment in place.As soon as he saw the set, he knew their quality.The lack of supplies during the war in Germany did not affect the project.It's an overwhelming project!In comparison, the narrow and perforated chambers below appear to be shoddy.The only exception is the airtight door. These thick and heavy iron doors are extremely exquisite in workmanship, with a strong frame and inlaid with double-layer rubber gaskets.

Wielding a stick, one of the dogs hurried past Jastrow to the toilet and gave him a nasty look.Jastrow had an armband pinned to his arm; the position gave him a little bit of power, too, and he was allowed to defecate after dark.An armband is useless in front of a dog's legs, as long as he is happy, he can still kick your ass, or if he thinks it is not strong enough, Yu Jian will smash your skull and make you fall in the snow, in a pool of blood No one will be surprised if he dies in the middle of the night.Jastrow hurried back to the barracks and looked into the warden's room. It was clean and comfortable, with tourist posters plastered on the plank walls, the Rhine, the Berlin Opera, and the Octoberfest.

The warden, long and thin, with a hideous pimple all over his face, was a German robber from Prague, and he was sitting on an old wicker chair, smoking his pipe, with his muddy boots on a on the stool.Now there is tobacco in the concentration camps; soap, food, Swiss francs, medicines, jewellery, gold, clothing;Those SS soldiers and the dog-leg OJ, naturally make a lot of money, and even do business among prisoners.Some people want to eat better, some people want to make money, and a few courageous people want to start a resistance movement and escape.This flood of goods arrived with the arrival of large numbers of Jews from the West.The number and size of the new arrivals of the Jews grew from month to month.During the typhus epidemic in the summer, discipline in all the camps was relaxed.The theft and sale of confiscated confiscated luggage from prisoners, which they call "Canadian" bootleg goods, is now rampant with corruption and theft.Although the black market transaction in the Auschwitz concentration camp was a life-threatening and dangerous transaction, it has become unstoppable by now.

A puff of mellow gray smoke came out of the Warden's mouth, and he waved his pipe, telling Jastrow to go away.So he walked towards the cold, overcrowded wooden house, the wooden booth on his feet slipping on the wet and muddy ground.He thought to himself that this old dog who had been wearing a green triangle in the Dachau and Sachsenhausen concentration camps was not too cruel and harsh to people.He is like a prostitute, as long as he is given money and luxuries, as long as he doesn't lose his life or job, he can do whatever he wants.Every time roll call, he put on a vicious look for the SS soldiers, beat the prisoners with a wooden stick, but in the barracks he was just a lazy wimp.He used to close the door of the cell, messing around with this kid, or that kid, misguided boy delinquents who were running from cell to cell in the camp.Prisoners simply dismissed such scandals as commonplace.

Many prisoners were already snoring in their bunks, three or four in a row, packed like sardines.The prisoners sleep crowded together on a long brick kang in the center of the room. In fact, this long kang does not make the room any warmer, but the combined body temperature of the prisoners can also make the sub-zero cold night a little easier.Jastrow made his way through the crowded crowd with difficulty.All these Pikeyau-style huts were built on the pattern of the German Army building field shelters for horses.Jastrow has participated in the construction of more than a hundred such houses.These airy stables, hastily erected out of wood and linoleum on bare swampy ground, were designed to house fifty-two horses.But a person needs less space than a horse.Each stable is divided into three floors, with a total of 156 berths.There are three prisoners sleeping in a row on the upper and lower floors, and there is still room for the dogs in the house to serve as the warden's office, a place for eating and a place for urinals. As a result, each stable can accommodate about 400 prisoners.

This is the number of regulations, and of course there can be ups and downs; but in Auschwitz the regulations are flexible, and overcrowding is commonplace.Sammy.Mutterpur rescued Jastrow from a block housing more than a thousand prisoners.Most of the more than a thousand prisoners are newcomers, and they are all having stomach troubles.Every inch was crammed with people, people turning and squirming all night, both on upper bunks and on the dirt floor, dark and groaning, faces and buttocks crowded together.Every morning, ten or twenty corpses with staring eyes and gaping mouths would be dragged out to the roll call place, piled up, and then pulled away by the factory truck.Skilled craftsmen and foremen like Mutterpur lived in less crowded cells than this one.The concentration camp was rapidly expanding, and it needed surveyors, locksmiths, carpenters, tanners, cooks, bakers, doctors, draftsmen, translators, etc.; There is decent food, clean water and privileged access to toilets.Some of them might even have survived the war, if the Germans wanted someone to outlive Auschwitz.

Living conditions in Klinger's unit were bad enough.The lukewarm counterfeit coffee I ate in the morning, the soup that I drank in the evening was like clear water, and a thin slice of bread that looked like sawdust. This was the daily supply ration of Auschwitz concentration camp. death penalty.For those who work hard and have skills, the kitchen has special regulations: for those who are on the special care list, additional food is distributed twice a week, with a few slices of bread, Italian sausage and cheese each time.This thickened charity is still less than the "prescribed" amount, because half of the food allocated to prisoners in Berlin was eaten, stolen, and sold by the SS. This is a well-known fact.Food parcels sent to Jews from outside.They also stole it all, and some other prisoners, especially the British prisoners, managed to receive some of their packages.Kringle's gang managed to get on just fine with an extra calorie, although some gradually shrank and became "shrunken people."Such shriveled people were not uncommon in Auschwitz; they were starving, skinny, walking mummies.Their fate was sealed, and if they did not fall of their own accord, they would be clubbed and kicked to death for working too slowly.

Men like Mutterpur and Jastrow are not reduced to wilts.Another fate awaits them.For a long time, there have been chilling news from the labor department: After the project is completed, the team will enjoy the great honor of being the first to turn into green smoke and rise up the chimney.Auschwitz humor!Perhaps this is the truth, the end of the special unit has been refurbished. Jastrow made a familiar movement, first dipping his feet into a middle bunk he shared with Mutterpur.Mutterpur fell asleep wrapped in a blanket he got from the Canadian organization, and although theft was common here, no one stole from him.This tier of bunks rocked a bit.Mutterpur opened his eyes.

Jastrow whispered, "They just did the experiment." Mutterpur nodded.They try to avoid talking.In the upper bunk they slept three old friends; in the lower bunk, in addition to the two old companions, there was a newcomer who spoke a beautiful Galician Yiddish and claimed to be from Lublin. lawyer.His skin is fair and tender, not the dusty gray that is typical of Auschwitz, and his shaved scalp is fair and unworn by the sun and rain.Nor did he have the scars from the isolation camps.There was an elusive look in his eyes.In all likelihood, it was a spy sent by the Political Department. The SS had been searching Auschwitz for the weak and clandestine underground organizations; small clandestine groups, like weeds, on various common grounds—political, national, or religious. Of - germination and reproduction.They endure torture and strive for development, until one day they are discovered by the political department and wiped out.Some groups can also exist for a while, establish contact with the outside world, and even smuggle out some documents and photos.They usually end up being betrayed by a traitor.This is a small world of slaves who crammed the rows of stables in the ice and snow, suffering from disease and hunger, surrounded by electrified iron mosques, towering machine gun bunkers and Rigid and vicious police dogs guard closely.Here, life is a matter of life and death, and indiscriminate torture is as common as parking fines anywhere else on earth.There are also spies and informers here, which is not surprising.It is surprising that there are so many upright and unyielding people. Mutterpur said softly, "Well, it's all right. It's all arranged." "when?" "I'll tell you later." The voice was so low that Jastrow J 'L4 couldn't hear it.Gongdan closed his eyes and turned over. He knew nothing about the escape plan except what Mutterpur had told him.Mutterpur told him very little.Their target was the bakery, a building outside the wire fence, in a wooded area near the river.Banrell's bread-baking techniques will play an important role.That's all he knows.Mutterpur was going to keep all the photographic negatives, so if Banriel was caught and taken to the barracks of the Political Branch of the German Secret Police, he would have very little to confess; even if interrogators threatened to take his penis and testicles Cut it off, and he can't tell anything; even if you open a pair of pruning shears, clamp the scrotum and the front and back of the body between the thighs to threaten him, and give him a last chance to speak, he will be fine. easy to say. Rumor has it that the tool used was a pair of rough garden shears, but sharpened like a razor.They threatened it first, and then they actually used it.Can anyone tell if this is true or not?Who can live to tell the truth after being hit like that?The bloody corpse was immediately sent to the old crematorium.No one could see the bodies except the German secret police and special units.Is there anything these German interrogators can't do?If this legend is untrue, there are other equally dire circumstances that are true. One thing was certain, the flames that burned that night meant death to Kringle's unit.Ban Ruier has made up his mind to escape; anyway, he will die if he does not escape!Until now, Mutterpur has been his confidant.As a Jew, you have to survive.Hungry, cold, and exhausted, he fell asleep while praying. In fact, the experiment was unsuccessful. The chief engineer, Prufer, who comes from a well-known company with international patents - Tove & Sons in Erfurt, is currently in an awkward position.The backfiring of the furnace blows back the smoke and bits of burning corpses, making the hell out of this place!Only the Commander and Colonel Blobel happened to be spared.SS officers, civilian technicians, and even Prufer himself were stinking from the spray.Everyone is inhaling this nasty, greasy fume.What a mess! Prufer, however, has a clear conscience.He thought it was correct to conduct the first experiment, mixing wood, waste oil and corpses and burning them.In this new ultra-high temperature cremator, the body will be turned into fuel to speed up the process of incineration, which is the key to these huge capacity devices.A serious trial under field operating conditions is required.As for the backfiring, whatever defect it caused, he was sure to get it right.It takes testing to expose problems, otherwise why bother with testing?Colonel Blobel happened to be there at the time, which was terrible.But it wasn't Tove & Sons who invited him. The commander and Colonel Blobel coughed from the foul-smelling fumes that entered their lungs as they left.The Commander was furious.Damn pig dirty common people!The delivery date was already two months late; followed by three postponed tests; and the worst thing was that Colonel Blobel came here today, not too early or too late, and saw this ocean.Terrible, that engineer Rabbit Keiko from Erfurt!Nice and comfortable tweed coat, British leather shoes, fedora hat, assure the commander that the problem of the experiment will be solved, it seems that he will need to be locked up in Auschwitz for a few months, let him learn and teach Perfunctory What it's like to treat wartime engineering.Immediately send him to the eleventh cell, pig dirty! Colonel Blobel remained silent.But his smirking face is enough for people. They drove towards the crematorium in the commander's car. A large area of ​​ground was filled with smoke and flames shot into the sky.They headed out on to the windy field—oh, no, it's just nonsense again.Special Squad personnel using flamethrowers.The commander has issued strict orders: Blobel is forbidden to use flamethrowers while he is in the concentration camp!Some of these decomposed corpses were dug out from old pits in 194① and 1941, and they couldn't be burned to ashes after being burned again and again.This is a plain fact.After the fire was extinguished, there were piles of charred wreckage everywhere.But the order in Berlin was: leave no trace.What else is there to do with it than a flamethrower?But doing so costs fuel and is tantamount to an admission of incompetence.Is it necessary to let Blobel know that Auschwitz cannot solve the burning problem?The commander had repeatedly asked Berlin to send some qualified officers, but they ignored them and sent them scum.How can he do everything by himself? With a blood-red flame, Blobel looked at the flamethrowers with a blank expression on his face.Yes, he's an expert, now that he's seen it clearly, let him do it right.Let him report to Yingle.He has to report to Himmler!Better yet, let him suggest improvements.After all, the commander is a flesh and blood man, and he has to take care of various installations covering fifteen square miles.Huge munitions factories and rubber factories are running at full capacity, and other projects are under construction.Dairy farms and nurseries.New camp sub-camps and new factories continued to appear.More and more political prisoners kept pressing on him, and there were thousands of them at one time.Wood, cement, pipes, wire, and even nails are all important and scarce materials.There were serious hygiene and discipline problems throughout the camp.The most troublesome thing is that the trains carrying Jews continue to arrive, with more and more people.Equipment for special disposal is naturally overburdened.The situation is of course getting worse!Ekman, a big bastard, doesn't know how to plan at all, and only scratches and touches when doing things.Not doing nothing, or being too busy.The most shameful thing about the whole mission is this errand.It was a must, but there was no profit to be made, save for the baggage they left behind. Responsibility is as heavy as Mount Tai!Under such conditions, who can do the work properly? Fortunately Blobel was an architect, an intellectual.He was not Aikman.He graciously refrained from criticism as they drove back to the villa for dinner.Blobel felt what the Commander was feeling.They bathed and changed, and in the study with a glass in hand, he became amiable.The Commander knew that Blobel had a penchant for things in the glass.He was almost halfway down the bottle of Hager when the Polish maid came in and curtsied and invited them to dinner.Very well, let him get drunk.There was plenty of wine for Blobel's use, as much as he wanted.What the Jews brought in their suitcases was astonishing, even wine.During the meal, the colonel told the commander's wife that since the outbreak of the war, he had never tasted all kinds of famous wines like today.She blushed with joy.Blobel raved about her roast veal, soup and chocolate cake with cream.Cooking is indeed her forte.Blobel also made a little joke about the boys' homework and appetite for cake.His intimidating air had vanished.After just a few drinks, he becomes amiable!The commander felt even more relieved about the headache-inducing formal conversation that had not yet been carried out.But at this moment... Woo!!Woo!The alarm sounded, and damn it, someone ran away! Even here, far down the river, the shriek of the escape sirens from Auschwitz shook the windows and walls, almost drowning out the distant sound of machine gunfire.It's never too early or too late!Colonel Blobel sat upright in the armchair, scowling at the commander. The commander said excuse me, and immediately rushed upstairs, picked up his special telephone, smoke came out of his orifices.This dinner is ruined. Suppose a plane was flying low over Auschwitz at this time—that would never happen, because all planes, not even the Luftwaffe, were strictly forbidden over this fifteen-mile radius in the remote interior of Poland. If the plane enters - you will see an amazing scene: snowflakes fluttering, searchlights shining like daylight, thousands of men and women lined up on the big playground of the Bikeri camp; it is like a scene of military operations The only difference is that their clothes are all tattered national clothes made of straight sliver cotton. The harsh sirens really frightened the prisoners. The SS soldiers and the dog legs drove them out with sticks and curses.It has been several months since the roll call for someone to escape has happened, why is it suddenly happening again now? Roll roll is a daily torture.Someday there will be books of other, more horrific aspects of what happened at Auschwitz: the medical experiments on women and children, the collection of women's hair by the ton, the collection of the bones of twins, The abuse and murder of the German secret police, the casual killing of slave labor for fun.And of course the secret suffocation of millions of Jews.All of this is true, yet invisible to most of the prisoners in labor service.Rolling names is no better than any other form of torture.No matter morning or night, and no matter what the weather, they stood there in line, unable to move for hours.The hardest heavy work is a little better than roll call.Because at least I can work a little warmer, and my mind is less tense.During the roll call, I would feel unbearable hunger, urgency to defecate and defecate more uncomfortable than death, my bones were so cold that I was sick, and even time seemed to be frozen.Those "shrunken people" often fell to the ground during the roll call.At the end of every roll call on a bitterly cold morning, there are always dead bodies lying on the ground.The corpse truck came to pick up the corpses; if a flurry of clubs beat them alive again, the fellow sufferers would send them back to the barracks, or drag them to work together. However, there are a large number of assault missions in Auschwitz concentration camp, and it is not cost-effective to kill by name.It was therefore, also during the typhus epidemic, that the authorities decided to abolish such extraneous names in the event of escapes. So what is going on now? The whole story is like this, the commander called his hand and warned him that if the escaped pig Luo was not caught immediately, the dereliction of duty in the SS would be sentenced to death immediately.Someone must die!Someone's head must fall!Prisoners, tell them to get out!Tell him OJ to stand at attention until dawn, you bastard!Then drive them to work. The temperature outside was ten degrees below zero, and the commander knew in his heart that he was lifting a rock to shoot himself in the foot, because when he issued this order, a large number of crumbling labor forces would be mourned.Don't care so much anymore!Paul of the ID05 special unit.Blobel is a guest here, if he doesn't show any color now, let alone when.Auschwitz concentration camp cannot collapse!The roll call means that he is unambiguous in his work.As long as the SS is afraid, things will work immediately.They'll get that bastard back. Is it possible to escape from Auschwitz? Yes.Compared with other concentration camps, Auschwitz is a sieve. Auschwitz, the fortified fortress of death-horror, will one day gain a chilling reputation in the world.In fact, it is a sparse, unorganized industrial area, constantly expanding outwards, in perpetual chaos.About seven hundred escapes will be recorded in its annals, a third of which were successful.The total could perhaps be doubled if missing records were included.No one can calculate this account. There is no other concentration camp like Auschwitz in Germany. The German concentration camps of the early Nazis were only imitations of Lenin's Bolshevik gulags; these labor camps were squalid places to isolate and terrorize political opponents.But during the war these camps increased in size and number by the hundreds, spread all over Europe, were filled with foreigners, and became stables for slaves in factories run by the Germans; Under these conditions, the prisoners will undoubtedly die in large numbers.In just six concentration camps—all in remote rural areas of Poland—the SS orchestrated deception in the name of sanitation to kill groups of Jews upon their arrival. The German names of the six places are, Cherno, Beuzec, Sobibor, Treblinka, Majdanek - and Auschwitz. Among these concentration camps, Auschwitz is unique.Not only because it used a cyanide insecticide gas, while the other five concentration camps used exhaust from truck engines.The difference is not important.The main difference is that massacre was the sole purpose of other concentration camps, although Jews were occasionally used as slaves when there was an influx of Jews.Therefore, it is very difficult to escape from these concentration camps. Auschwitz came into its own as the greatest center of asphyxiation, looting of corpses, and German factories using slave labor in occupied Europe.It is huge, and therefore loose and undisciplined.It was too big, too complex, and too hastily launched for tight control.The looting of Jews also had disturbing consequences.There are too many belongings.The Jews, for the most part, were poor, and brought only two suitcases each; but there were so many that the loot multiplied.The gold of the dentures alone is covered in sand and worth tens of millions of German marks.SS training and morale suffered as a result.The seductiveness of the subjugated Jewish women in the women's labor camps was of a lesser degree.Despite the severe punishment, small gold ingots disappeared from the smelting workshops and circulated in Auschwitz as a strange secret currency for dangerous transactions. In fact, the commander lacked the manpower to support the situation, and it was reasonable for him to complain to his superiors.The Battle of Stalingrad is ongoing, and the army needs more and more soldiers.Himmler was also organizing SS combat divisions.After such a search, what are the remaining Germans?It's just stupid, incompetent, old, crippled, criminal -- let's be honest, rubbish.Even such people are not enough.Therefore, the scope of dog legs must be expanded to include foreign prisoners. Herein lies the problem.Of course, many of the thugs flattered the SS and forced other prisoners to suffer in order to save themselves.Auschwitz concentration camp is a human machine.There are a lot of soft-hearted non-German dogs.That's why the Resistance Movement exists.So many people ran away.Poles, Czechs, Jews, Serbs, Ukrainians, all the same, are not really reliable.They even made good sense out of some muddle-headed Germans. Yes, there were quite a few people who escaped from Auschwitz. The commander heard Himmler speak of them again and again.This is a threat to his future.At least he wanted to get the fugitive back so he could make a good impression on Colonel Blobel.The commander of the 1005th special unit was deeply appreciated by Himmler. An hour passed. an hour and a half. two hours. In the study, while Colonel Blobel was talking vigorously, the Commander couldn't help looking again and again at his recently acquired antique clock;Because the brandy he drank was scary enough.If the time and occasion were changed, the commander would have felt relaxed and happy to listen to such drunken private conversations from such a high-ranking and well-informed person.But at the moment he is on pins and needles.He was really not in the mood to listen to his conversation, and he couldn't taste the mellow aroma of Guwaxue brand twenty-year-old wine.He had halfheartedly assured the colonel that his guards "would catch the rascal in a moment."Saying this is not a joke!Now he's putting his head on the guillotine. Outside in the big playground, the passage of time can only be calculated in crude ways.Such as the thickness of snow on shoulders, or the spread of numbness in frozen limbs, noses, and ears; or the number of prisoners lying on the ground.Otherwise, how can we tell the hour?Movement can be timed.But there was no movement here, nothing but the back and forth of the guard's dog-legs, his boots creaking in the snow, and no stars moving overhead.Snowflakes as light as goose feathers fell all over the sky, white and bright, and fell on the ranks of prisoners in striped clothes, standing still and shaking.Barrell.Jastrow couldn't feel any legs below his knees, and based on that he figured two hours had passed.When roll call came in the morning, Kringle would be upset again.Baen Real knew that thirteen people had already fallen to the ground. The new Lublin man stood between Jastrow and Mutterpur, and suddenly, regardless of his own life or the lives of others, he cried out: "Is there any more?" In the dead silence, a gasp is like a cry, like a gunshot.At this time, the warden walked over from the side!Although Banjul couldn't see him, he heard the sound of boots behind him, the sound of footsteps he was familiar with, and he smelled a pipe smoking.He waited before he could hear the stick hit the fool's thin cloth hat.But the bastard continued to walk forward without even touching him.What a German fool!Logically he should have hit the guy with a stick, but he preferred not to touch him.One of the gains from the roll call was the exposure of SS spies. Whether it is a spy of the SS or not, this guy is not pretending.Not long after, he fell to his knees with a thud, rolled over, and lay sideways on the ground, rolling his eyes, his eyes glazed over.He had been well maintained, and he had just entered the concentration camp, so he should be more able to withstand the toss.Concentration camps either make you weak or make you strong.Even if the Resistance hadn't killed that guy, he would have turned into a "shrunken man" and died in the end. Blobel, having sung enough now, sank back into his chair, his tongue was no longer in control, and he held the glass askew, and the brandy spilled out.His opinions and his hides have become a feast for the eyes.The commander had doubts, although Blobel was drunk, he was actually shrewdly playing cat and mouse with him.He has not said a word about his mission to Auschwitz this time.This escape incident, if the criminal is not caught immediately, it will give him a big handle. Blobel claimed that the whole plan for the disposal of the Jews was his idea.While leading a special operations unit in the Ukraine in 1941, he found out what had gone wrong with the original SS plan.After he went to Berlin on sick leave, he delivered a top-secret memorandum to Himmler, Heydrich, and Eckermann. There were only three copies of the memorandum—too important to keep even himself.Therefore, he cannot prove that the current set of methods is what he came up with.But Himmler knew.So Blobel was now able to lead the 1005th special unit, one of the most difficult tasks in the SS.Indeed, the honor of Germany has fallen to Paul.Blobel's shoulders.He recognizes the weight of responsibility he has on his shoulders, and he wants more people to realize that. According to Blobel, what he saw in Ukraine was dire.He was no more than a pawn at the time.He was sent to Kyiv.Order him to go there to complete a specific task.The task was completed without a hitch.He found a deep ditch outside the city, gathered the Jews in groups, and drove them to this ditch called Babi Yar or something, one or two thousand at a time.It takes a few days each time.There are more than 600,000 Jews in Kyiv, and no one has ever done such a large-scale mission before.As long as he didn't do it himself, everything would be confused.The troops failed to stop the people rushing towards Babi Yar, and half of the crowd watching the excitement were German soldiers.What a shame!People were watching the executions as if they were watching a football match!Laugh, eat ice cream, and even take pictures!Shoot kneeling women and children from behind, rolling into the ditch one by one!这种情况严重地损害了步枪行刑队的士气；他们不喜欢被摄入这样的镜头。他不得不下令暂停，眼陆军部队大闹了一场，把这个地方警戒起来。 而且，犹太人都是穿着衣服被枪决的，然后就那么用推土机把他们掩埋掉，谁知道他们身上激了多少钱财和珠宝。简直是白痴！至于犹太人在基辅的那些空房子，乌克兰人都大很大楼地走进去，看到什么就拿什么，因为大家都知道这些犹太人到什么地方去了。而帝国却什么都没捞到。 布洛贝尔当时就看出来了，德国要损失价值几十亿的犹太人财产，如果不更加妥善处理的话。他的备忘录为此作出了完美周到的计划，希姆莱一见大喜。结果是奥斯威辛集中营和完全修正过的处置犹太人的办法。 虽然布洛贝尔讲的话纯用吹牛，但司令官并不想和他争辩。也许关于乌克兰是没什么好说的；早在德国军队逼近基辅之前，他就同希姆莱会面谈起过处置犹太人的问题，后来又同艾克曼谈起过。早在一九三八年，艾克曼在维也纳犹太移民局的一套办法就是奥斯成辛集中营采取的经济手段的模型。司令官听说过维也纳的一套办法。犹太人从大楼的一个门口进去的时候，都还是回约万贯、趾高气扬的资本家，然后经过一间间的办公室，签署一份又一份证件，等到从大楼的另一头出来的时候，一个个手中拿着护照，身上已被囊刮一空，变成了穷光蛋。至于对犹太人进行特别处置，然后由官方统一收集他们的财产的莱因哈特行动，一向是归格洛伯克尼克掌管的。因此布洛贝尔竟要宣称…… 铃铃铃铃铃铃铃铃铃！ 这是司令官有生以来所听到的最美妙的声音！他立刻站了起来。别墅里深更半夜响起的电话铃声绝对不会是为了报告失败的消息。 大雪纷飞，鼓声也象被捂住了一样，因此一直等到它敲到隔壁营房的队列时，班瑞尔方才听到。逃犯给抓住了。现在正押着走过比克瑞营房的队列！如果他非给抓住不可——愿上帝怜悯他——那就早一点抓住他吧。几个月以来，班瑞尔还是第一次担心自己的两条腿会支撑不住。听到鼓声给他增添了力量。两个党卫军正在把一个行刑架子搬到操场上。很快就要结束了。 那个家伙过来了，走在他前面的是三个军官，跟在后面的也是三个军官，中间为他留下充足的空间让他独自表演。有一个人用削尖的木棒不停地戳他，使他不停地一面敲鼓，一面跳跃。这个可怜的家伙简直没法两脚落地，但他还是在继续向前走，敲着鼓，不停地跳跃着走过来。 他身上的那套小丑服装因为使用过久而陈旧不堪，鲜黄的颜色，臀部和腿部都已沾满了血污。这景象仍然极为滑稽可笑。他脖子上挂着那块常见的牌子，上面用德文写着又粗又大的黑体字：好哇，我回来啦。他是什么人呢？脸上涂抹得乱七八糟，嘴涂成了红色，眉毛画得又粗又长，实在认不出来。当他有气无力地猛敲着鼓，在他们面前走过的时候，班瑞尔听见穆特普尔喘了一口气。 拷打的时间并不长。但当他们把他的屁股脱光的时候，已经是血肉模糊了。他们只要他再挨十下。他们不准备使他过分衰竭。德国秘密警察的审讯高于一切。他们得让他继续象个活人的样子，以便用刑逼供。他们甚至还要给他吃点东西，使他恢复元气。当然，他们最终还是要在点名的时候把他绞死的，不过到那时他也就已经被折磨得差不多了。逃跑真不是件好玩的事。话说回来，如果你不逃跑就得化为青烟升上烟囱的话，那么你找另一条道路离开奥斯威辛也就不用担心会折本了。 冻得死去活来的行列解散了。党卫军和狗腿子驱赶着难以举步的囚犯回营房去，咒骂着，用木棍打着，用皮鞭抽着。有些人踉踉跄跄地跌倒了。他们站着不动的时候，是两条僵硬的腿支撑着他们。冻僵了的关节一弯曲，马上就倒下去！班瑞尔听说过这种情况。他从拉姆斯道夫来的时候，路上就体验到了这种情况。他的两条冻得麻木了冰冷的腿，走起路来，就好象两根铁棍子，要靠臀部的肌肉直挺挺地挪动它们。 木房子里的气温必定是在零度上下，但至少里边不下雪，算得是一个温暖的栖身之处：事实上用B 就是家。熄灯之后，穆特普尔戳了戳班瑞尔，班瑞尔翻身靠近他，把耳朵贴在工头的嘴边。 感到他呼出来的温暖气息；声音模糊微弱：“计划取消。” 班瑞尔换了个位置，把嘴凑到了穆特普尔耳边：“那人是谁？” “就别问了。一切取消。” 司令官挂上电话的时候浑身轻松，满心喜悦，放声哈哈大笑。他告诉布洛贝尔，是警犬跟踪发现了他。这个该死的废物藏在一辆从犯人厕所往外运粪便的大粪车里，企图逃走。他没能走远。全身是粪，三个人用水管子把他冲干净。就这么逮住的！ 布洛贝尔拍了拍他的肩膀，颇有见地说，逃跑未遂这对整顿纪律倒不是一件坏事。给这个狗杂种来一个杀一做百。司令官心想，现在正是难得的心理时机，于是他把布洛贝尔请到了楼上他的办公密室。他先把房门锁上，然后把壁橱的门锁打开，将宝物拿了出来，郑重珍惜地在桌子上摊开。布洛贝尔上校惺松蒙俄的两眼顿时张大了，闪出了又妒忌又羡慕的光芒。 这包东西都是女人的内衣：全都是巧夺天工的珍品，工艺精致的织物，玲班剔透，看去如同一丝不挂，男人一见就会情欲冲动。有紧身短裤、胸罩、衬衣、衬裙、吊袜带，都是薄如蝉翼、色似强粉的丝织品。洗烫得平整光洁，电影明星马上可以套上身去！举世无双的佳品！司令官解释说，派了一个人在脱衣室里专门收集这类最精致的东西。有些犹太女人简直使人灵魂出窍。哦，我的天呵，剥下的这些贴身玩意儿有多可爱！ Paul.布洛贝尔上校两手抄满了短裤和紧身褡，象紧贴女人的臀部那样紧贴在自己下身，他朝司令官咧开嘴笑着，乐极忘形地哼了起来——呵呵呵啊门啊！司令官说这包东西是送给布洛贝尔上校的一点礼物。这种东西有的是，数以吨计。但这些都是优中择优的精品。党卫军将要把一包精心挑选出来的好货送到上校的飞机上去，还有一些够味儿的苏格兰成士忌酒和白兰地，几盒雪茄烟。 布洛贝尔同他握了握手，轻轻地拥抱了他一下，立刻变了一副面孔。他们坐下来，谈公事。 首先他向司令官大谈焚化场胜过火葬场的优点。他是了如指掌、胸有成竹的。对如何改进火葬场的性能方面提供了一些技术上的诀窍。真是大有帮助。然后他谈到了正题。他认为奥斯威辛集中营给他送去的不是工人，而是垃圾。第1005特别分队的任务是非常艰巨的。他收到的这些人在三个星期都支撑不住，而三个星期的时间只能教会他们掌握技术。他已经做得向柏林不断诉苦了。他懂得，要想干出点名堂来——就象司令官所一直讲的那样——就要亲自动手。所以他现在亲临奥斯成章来解决这个问题。这种局面现在必须扭转。 语气是友好的。司令官答应尽力照办。他自己的处境也有难言之苦。因为希姆莱还没能打定主流奥斯威辛集中营到底要起什么作用。他是想消灭犹太人呢？还是让他们干活？有时这个星期艾克曼把司令官臭骂一顿，嫌他送到劳动营去的犹太人太多了，为什么不把他们特别处理掉？而下个星期，或者就在第二天，经济处的波尔又向他抱怨，指责他送到工厂去的犹太人太少。刚收到一份指示，有四页纸，规定在生病犹太人到达以后，只要还有能劳动六个月的潜力，就把他们养好、恢复健康，然后让他们去干活。凡是对奥斯威辛集中营的情况有所了解的人都知道这完全是废话。纯同官僚主义的屁话！但这是指示，必须执行。他要为十几个工厂提供劳动力，而劳动力又永远是不足的。 布洛贝尔根本不理他这一套。第1005特别分队的需要高于一切。司令官要不要请示一下希姆莱呢？布洛贝尔——现在的口吻已不那么友好了——只有在得到保证，立即给他运去四百或五百个体格健全的犹太人劳动力之后才肯离开奥斯威辛集中营。体格健全，那就是在消灭他们之前能进行三个月或四个月重劳动的人。 这个司令官是个只要略施压力就有办法的人。干这一行，他只能如此。有一条妙计。他向上校表示，上校已见到过二号焚化场的特别分队干活的情况，这是一支相当出色的劳动队，吃得好，身体棒，集中营里没更好的料了。工程一结束，就要把他们全部消灭掉。焚尸炉下星期生火。这么着行不行？第1005特别分队可以把M 号焚化场特别分队接收过去。Are you satisfied? 布洛贝尔对此感到十分满意。两位军官握手言欢，接着又开了一瓶白兰地。 他们在凌晨三时方才跌跌撞撞去上床睡觉，在这以前他们得出了结论，一致认为他们从事的事业虽不光彩，但无上光荣，因为党卫军是国家的灵魂；前线的兵士任务没他们的那样艰巨；只有绝对服从元首，德国才能得救；犹太人是祖国的永恒敌人；要彻底清除他们，这次战争是一个千载难逢的历史机会；只是屠杀妇女和儿童看来未免有点残忍；干这一行虽然肮脏卑鄙透顶，但无奈欧洲的文明和文化的前途危在旦夕。关于这些使他们烦恼的问题，他们很少这样开诚布公地谈过，但使他们相当惊奇的是，他们发现他们在精神上是亲如家人的。他们相互搭着肩膀，摇摇晃晃地往卧室走去，最后几乎以爱抚的口气相互道了晚安。 一个星期之后，几辆卡车把焚化场建筑特别分队运到克拉科夫。在这支劳动队离开奥斯威辛之前，就已经有人从劳动处传来消息，介绍了第1005特别分队的情况。这种转移只不过是推迟死刑的执行。不过，从第1005特别分队逃走比较容易已经出名。在克拉科夫，他们乘火车北上。穆特普尔和杰斯特罗都携带着未经显影、内容完全相同的底片。那是在他们临行前经过搜身、剥光衣服、另外换上衣服之后有人悄悄塞给他们的。他们两人都把在波兰和捷克斯洛伐克抵抗组织的名称、地址以及要把底片送到的那个布拉格的地址，都一一记在心里。