"Countless."
Sneijder stretched out his finger, pinched the bridge of his nose, and said with a bit of fatigue, "This time I asked who is the officer, and they all stood up on their own.
Each of these fools wants to be a hero who sacrifices his life for the country. , and it also saves a lot of effort, otherwise it wouldn’t have come so quickly.”
Reger smiled and asked, "How many more will we send this time?"
There was an officer beside him who helped him pour a glass of wine.
Sneijder thanked him and fiddled with the wine glass: "About 70,000 to 80,000 yuan was sent from Kiev at the end of June.
Fortunately, a lot of guns were seized.
Otherwise, there would be so many shootings and all the bullets would be lost."
Not enough.”
So the officers talked about the war.
Kip alone captured more than 600,000 prisoners, but Moscow deliberately concealed the number and said the total was only more than 600,000.
There were too many prisoners, and how could they eat the food?
However, the Kremlin ignored them and had no choice but to starve to death along the way.
Nearly 100,000 prisoners even starved to death at once, so much so that it took a long time to dig holes and bury the bodies.
Think about the cruelty, there are so many people, tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, they are all human beings, even chickens, it is frightening to see so many people starve to death.
But war is like that, there is nothing you can do.
Cheng Qianxun analyzed it and concluded that this should be a rear transfer station, a place dedicated to transporting the sick and wounded and prisoners.
An officer stood up: "To the Führer, to the victory, cheers.
Hey Heite" Everyone also stood up, raised their glasses, shouted slogans and drank all the wine in the glasses.
"We must win.
The head of state plans to hold a military parade in Moscow next month.
Maybe we can participate then.
After hearing so many bloody things, let's talk about other things."
Sneijder sat down and faced the meeting The young woman singing the aria said: "The singing just now was very beautiful.
I don't know if I can sing another song without being stingy."
The young woman looked at the officer sitting next to her.
After receiving permission, she stood up and walked to the piano nearby.
Cheng Qianxun didn't care about listening to any ditty, and his heart was in turmoil.
Tens of thousands of prisoners were sent, and it was not known whether Rudolph was among them.
Even if you are alive inside, how can you find it out from inside?
Could it be that Regel was asked to go to a prisoner-of-war camp and ask the prisoners to take off their clothes or roll up their sleeves every day?
I also know that Reger may want to pass Sneijder's line, but Sneijder's current situation always feels like something is wrong.
If the current Regel had changed, he would at least believe her.
But when he saw Sneijder, except for his face, everything else seemed like a stranger.
After the song ended, Sneijder raised his hand with a smile and crossed his fingers: "This beautiful and lovely nightingale, please come here."
The young woman turned her head to look at the officer who was taking care of herself.
The officer nodded.
It was originally just for fun, wouldn't it be better if someone from above took a fancy to it?
The woman walked over, and Sneijder sat on the chair and picked up the wine glass: "You have a very good voice.
This glass is dedicated to you."
The woman was a little overwhelmed, and the person next to her immediately handed her a glass of wine.
After she took it, she drank it timidly and nervously.
Wearing a black military uniform, Sneijder did have a sense of oppression standing next to him.
It feels like standing next to a huge, eyeing eagle.
At any moment, the eagle might spread its black wings and swoop over, grab the body with its sharp claws, and tear open the abdominal skin with its sharp beak to take out the internal organs.
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While Sneijder was drinking the wine in his glass, his beautiful green eyes were staring at him, making people feel uncomfortable and shuddering.
The woman obeyed and quickly drank the wine and put down the glass.
Just about to turn around and leave.
I heard Sneijder say leisurely from behind: "It seems that you are left-handed and often hold a gun with your left hand."
The woman turned around and looked at Sneijder with a shocked expression.
And Sneijder slowly stood up: "There is a scar on the index finger of his left hand.
It will not be easy to remove the callus from frequently pulling the trigger."
The woman's lips trembled slightly and she forced a smile: "Sir, that was to help the captain make food.
I accidentally got burned."
The officer also confirmed that he was burned while cooking, and he saw with his own eyes the bubbles and skin peeling off.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Sneijder's mouth: "Well, the palms of my hands were accidentally burned as well, so what about my wrists?
Are they doing housework?
For example, calluses like planting flowers.
How many flowers do you have to plant to grow them?
It depends on your thin skin and tender flesh.
Yes, it’s impossible to work in the fields.”
The woman still smiled unnaturally: "Sir, I don't know what you are talking about."
As soon as she finished speaking, she suddenly grabbed the knife on the table and pointed it at the neck of an officer sitting next to her.
When there was a problem, other officers drew their guns and pointed them at the woman's head.
"Don't move or I'll kill him."
The woman held the knife tightly in her left hand and grabbed the officer's hair with her right hand.
The knife was slightly heavier and pressed deeply into the hostage's neck, and a stream of blood emerged from it.
She dragged the officer to his feet, grabbed his hair and tried to walk away, yelling: "Get out of the way, get out of the way."
"Don't shoot."
Snededpin was still sitting in his chair, watching all this quietly.
Under his order, all the officers who had drawn their pistols pointed their guns at him, but no one fired.
Reger pointed his pistol at the woman and warned: "Let go, I'll spare your life, otherwise you'll be welcome."
Of course the woman wouldn't let him go, and she was a little nervous while holding the hostage: "Get out of everyone's way and prepare a car for me.
I'll let him go as soon as we leave here."
"Okay."
Sneijder, who had been sitting all this time, stood up.
His long legs were one meter long and he walked to the woman in three or four steps.
"Don't move!"
As soon as the woman yelled out, her wrist holding the knife was twisted by Sneed and was forcibly pulled away.
The woman was stunned.
She didn't expect Sneijder to come directly to seize the knife, without caring about the safety of the hostages.
"Be good, that's right."
Sneijder's tone was very understated.
Although the woman held the knife tightly, her knuckles turned white, but Sneijder used brute force to forcefully take the knife out of her hand. .
"Damn my cousin!"
As soon as the danger was over, the hostage officer became angry and punched the woman to the ground.
The corner of her mouth burst open and blood flowed.
"Don't hit her.
Give her some air.
There will be someone in the interrogation room to avenge your shame."
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Sneijder threw the knife on the table with a bang and looked at the woman who was picked up by the soldiers and dragged out.
A bit regretful: "The singing was very good, it's a pity."
The officer who kept the woman turned pale and stammered to explain that the woman had nothing to do with him.
He took the initiative and wanted to explain how he got it and how he played with it all at once in order to get rid of the relationship.
"Don't be anxious.
After the meal is over, go to the headquarters and report clearly."
Sneijder walked back to the chair, sat down, and looked around: "Everyone is still standing and sitting, continue, don't spoil it for a small interlude. interest."
The officers put the guns they took out back into the gun cases and sat down, while the women stood there knowingly and did not dare to sit down.
Sneijder squinted his eyes at the pale women, with a slight smile on his lips: "You are scared, so you should leave first."
Reger then asked people to escort these women back to the residences of various officers, and waved to her to go too.
Cheng Qianxun went to his room upstairs.
The scene just now was very thrilling.
At this time, he felt goosebumps all over his body and his back was chilly.
Sneijder got another experience here, and the environment made him a bit as ruthless and bottomless as Rudolph.
So Reger believed her lie and told Sneijder that he would definitely find the flaw just like Rudolf.
Less than half an hour later, the party ended early.
After what happened just now, those officers didn't go back as soon as possible to check out their women.
There were footsteps on the stairs and the sound of someone talking.
It seems that because the prisoner of war camp is relatively remote and the roads are not safe, Sneijder will stay here until tomorrow morning before leaving.
Regel arranged for Sneijder and walked into her room.
"Is it him?"
Regel asked the first sentence.
Seeing Cheng Qianxun nodding, Regeer said excitedly: "I'll go tell him."
"No."
Cheng Qianxun stretched out his hand and grabbed Reger's sleeve.
Seeing Reger frown slightly, he knew how she could touch high-ranking Nazi officials casually.
Even if Reger was nice to her, she could not do so in a short time.
It can be seen in a short period of time that he is a mysophobic person.
She quickly let go of her hand and murmured: "I'm sorry, I'm impatient.
Don't say it, he may not believe it.
If he doesn't believe it, it may be detrimental to you, sir."
Regel hesitated, then walked back and forth.
After a few back and forth, he stopped and agreed: "You are right."
Sneijder is now a member of the SS, and his job is to be a guard in uniform, a secret agent in Ouchi, and so on.
If he can't be pulled, he will get involved himself.
So there is no need to ask Reger about what to do now.
Cheng Qianxun said it himself: "As long as we find the person, we will only say it as a last resort.
Whatever I want to say, I will say it, and it depends on his reaction.
If he doesn't agree, sir, just go with it."
As for him, just find a way to save my life.”
Reger shook his head slightly: "You don't know how powerful the interrogation room is."
"I know that a place like that can probably make even the dead speak."
Cheng Qianxun smiled bitterly.
She didn't want to deal with such people: "It's not that far yet, let's talk about it when we get there.
As long as everyone's lives are saved. , after a while, Major Sneed will know it himself without having to explain."
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"I will know."
Regeer was puzzled, and he thought for a while: "Okay, the next step is to find a way to find the remaining two people."
As expected, he was smart and would not foolishly ask what to do next.
Fortunately, Regel believed her, otherwise this road would have been difficult.
In order to avoid arousing suspicion, Regel returned to his room.
Cheng Qianxun changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
In the morning, a crisp gunshot rang out, awakening Cheng Qianxun from his sleep.
She got up and went to the window to look.
After a while, two soldiers dragged a body out of the room.
Looking at the body's head, which was covered in blood and flesh, it seemed that he had been shot in the head.
She didn't know what was going on.
Now that she was awake, she couldn't sleep after seeing such a thing, so she changed her clothes and got up
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