The butt of the rifle hit him hard enough, knocking him to the ground, and the corners of his mouth immediately burst into tears, but he still did not let go of the meager bread and potatoes in his hands.
Sneijder put his hands behind his back and turned his eyes to the sky: "Can you answer the question now?"
"Get up" the soldier yelled, and the man slowly got up from the ground helplessly.
He shook slightly: "Private Ivanov, 3rd Squad, 4th Company, 26th Army..."
He said a long list, even the names were long.
Sneijder's mouth showed contempt: "Where are your epaulettes?"
The man named Ivanov took a deep breath and wiped the blood dripping from his nose with the back of his hand: "It fell."
"It's gone."
Sneijder walked over slowly, still holding his hands behind his back.
The black uniform looked so cold: "So, private, what is your position in the army?
With a body like yours that hasn't shed oil and water for several days, It should be more than just ordinary gun-carrying people."
The man's answer was consistent: "I am a machine gunner."
The machine guns at that time were very heavy and required strong people.
Sneijder stretched out his hand, and with his black leather glove hand, he suddenly tore open the other party's clothes, exposing his shoulders.
Cheng Qianxun could guess this.
If he was a machine gunner, he would have calluses on his shoulders from being pressed against them by machine guns all year round.
After he let go, he sneered: "You're not."
Sneijder ordered the soldier next to him: "Take him to the interrogation room."
The soldier who stood upright said frankly: "Major, there are orders from above.
If you are a political commissar, a Jew, or a party member, you will be shot immediately without interrogation."
"Okay."
Sneijder turned around and walked back: "Leave the food in your hands.
If you are dying, don't waste food."
Cheng Qianxun watched Ivanov throw it to the ground with complicated emotions.
His behavior irritated Sneijder a little, and Sneijder suddenly walked back and raised the whip in his hand, while Ivanov held his head high.
With a fearless and heroic spirit, he was ready to die generously.
Sneijder finally suppressed his temper and lowered his raised hand.
There was anger in his tone: "Because of the genius command of your leader, in Kip, we wiped out 43 of your divisions and the entire Southwest Front Army was annihilated.
Your commander, chief of staff, and political commissar died because of their stupid decision-making.
You paid the price.
Don’t you deserve to die?
Why waste food if you are going to die?”
He turned to everyone and said loudly: "Here, there is at least one mouthful to eat, but in another place, one hundred thousand prisoners were directly ordered to starve to death.
Think carefully about why you came here.
Why are you still here?
If you want to survive, don’t expect your good chairman to die.
Ten years ago, he starved to death more than 7 million people in Ukraine.
This figure is relatively conservative.”
The scene was extremely quiet at this time, and no one else made a sound.
Sneijder sneered: "That bastard will not give you a potato or a piece of bread.
All you want now is to survive fifteen days, and then go to the quarry and railway coal mine to continue to think of ways to save your lives.
Sometimes here Death is a relief.
Even if you go back alive, you may die in the second purge, at the hands of your own people on the unfounded charges of being a traitor to the motherland and the organization."
Sneijder took a deep breath, perhaps so heavy that he felt heavy.
Looking at Ivanov who still maintained the "hero" posture, his mouth was pursed tightly and his face was tense.
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Sneed raised his whip and pointed at him: "Whoever can tell his true identity, the food on the ground belongs to him."
"I know..."
After a moment of silence, a weak voice sounded from the side.
The man had no strength to stand in line anymore and lay aside.
Lips as white as paper trembled: "He is the deputy political commissar..."
It turned out to be a deputy political commissar from one of the annihilated army groups.
Sneijder looked at the identified deputy political commissar with cold eyes: "You can die now."
He looked at the potatoes and bread thrown on the ground and said, "Give that guy the food."
He turned back to the front of the food line and continued his inspection.
Two soldiers walked past and one kicked the other in the back of the knee.
Let him kneel down.
Then another stood behind him, raised his spear, pointed it at his head and pulled the trigger.
As the gunfire rang out, his head exploded, and he suddenly fell down on the muddy ground that smelled of urine, and blood spread on the mud.
At the same time, the man who was so hungry that he couldn't even stand in line got the food handed to him by the soldier.
Although the food was stained with mud and water, as soon as he took the food with his trembling hands, he stuffed it into his mouth.
Looking at him as he devoured it, he was hungry for more than one meal.
His face covered with dirt was streaked with tears.
Trails of tears.
No one knows why he shed tears, whether it was to have a chance of survival or to betray the comrades who were originally going to be shot.
No one knows, only he knows.
Cheng Qianxun's mood at this time was hard to describe.
Although she had seen many tragedies in the world, she still found it difficult to be calm in the face of a real war.
Within a month or two, the situation will be completely reversed.
You don’t need to guess to know that the Soviet army will not have extra food to feed the enemy, and German prisoners will also receive such treatment.
This is reality, this is war, there is no mercy, only the winner has the final say, back and forth, sending millions of people to death.
But she cannot remain affected by this sad and terrifying atmosphere.
She must find Rudolph as soon as possible and not let him starve to death.
But until the end, she didn't see Rudolph.
She even secretly wondered if Rudolph was too depressed at this time, so he didn't recognize the people here.
Everyone here was hungry, their faces were yellow and thin, and their faces and bodies were dirty.
Except for the difference in height, Other than that, the faces all look the same.
After the food was distributed, there were still about dozens of potatoes left, because the people who originally received the potatoes had turned into corpses.
In the nearly two hours of receiving the food, the corpses transported from the camp to outside the barbed wire fence had piled up.
The remaining food was poured directly onto the ground by the prisoners who were distributing it, and they walked away carrying the containers.
A soldier shouted: "Come and eat, pig."
Immediately, the people waiting next to him pounced on him like hungry wolves, snatching the food on the ground.
No wonder they refused to leave after getting the food.
It turned out they were waiting for the leftovers.
Those who can come and grab are the ones who are in good health.
After grabbing, they stuff it directly into their mouths, otherwise others will snatch the food from their hands.
No matter dignity or humanity, living at this moment has become the only creed.
Sneijder and Regel looked at everything in front of them with indifferent eyes, and their eyes made Cheng Qianxun's heart sink all the way.
As I walked into the house, I heard a woman screaming.
Sneijder continued walking: "I'm starting to interrogate that woman again.
I hope I can sleep well tonight."
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It turned out that the interrogation room was located in this house, and Sneijder's tone was calm, as if he was talking about something ordinary. matter.
After entering the office, Sneijder sat down and said, "No one was found."
Cheng Qianxun, standing in front of his desk, nodded: "Yes."
"Then go back."
Sneijder looked at Regel: "I still need to stay here today."
"Then I'll take her back."
Reger tilted his head slightly towards Cheng Qianxun: "Let's go."
But I haven’t found the person yet, and I don’t know if I can come next time.
Cheng Qianxun could only follow Lei Geer back first and then think of a solution.
"Wow!"
It started pouring rain outside in the blink of an eye.
Sneijder stood up from his chair, walked to the window and looked out: "It's raining again, and the tires on the road are prone to pits, so you'd better stay."
Cheng Qianxun looked at the rain outside, worry arose again and gathered in his heart.
In her hometown, it is always said that when it rains in autumn, it will be a few degrees colder.
If it rains at this time, and the armored vehicles are stuck in the mud now, by October, Moscow will be sub-zero, and the mud will not only freeze, but also become pitted.
In order to hold off the German army until winter, tens of millions of lives vanished into dust.
"You're in a trance again."
Sneijder's voice interrupted her thoughts.
Sneijder looked at her hand touching the pendant: "You always have so many thoughts.
When you think about it, you touch the necklace around your neck.
There is a black feather hanging on it, right?"
"Yes."
She put down her hand and said calmly: "The pendant is nothing special, but it was given to me by someone I respect very much.
When I touch it, it feels like he is by my side."
"Really?"
Sneijder slowly walked to the door and shouted outside: "Three cups of coffee."
He walked back to the desk and sat down, his green eyes flashing sharply like an eagle: "Isn't it cruel to starve so many people to death?"
Cheng Qianxun did not nod or shake his head, but simply said: "There are many things that cannot be done.
Should we let them go and let them appear on the battlefield again in a few days?"
Reger laughed: "Her words are always so special.
They don't seem to be spoken by a woman sitting around the fire."
"But it's too realistic."
Sneijder leaned on his chair with a slightly lazy look: "If you were captured and became one of them, what would you do?"
Cheng Qianxun smiled slightly: "What else can I do?
Wait for death, find an opportunity to betray your companions in exchange for food, and another way is to eat human flesh."
"You can eat human flesh," Sneijder said with some curiosity.
"If you can't eat anything, you will die if you don't eat it."
Cheng Qianxun had to carefully consider his words.
If he said the wrong thing, he might be suspected, and the result of doubt would be death.
She said with a bit of heaviness: "My country is different from other places.
It has a long history.
Every time there is a famine or war, people will starve to death.
The words "Yi Zi cannibalism" appear very frequently in history books.
My own children eat If we don't go down, the children of the two families will eat with each other.
They will eat whatever they can.
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People also want to eat, let alone the officers and soldiers guarding the city.
But here, maybe I just started eating. , he might be beaten to death by other prisoners.”
Reger also laughed: "That's right.
When Ukraine was harvested ten years ago, almost all the grain was harvested.
In the spring, people there dug out the corpses of cats, dogs and even humans buried in the winter and ate them.
They were still so dead.
Many people.
Maybe they didn’t expect that it would be the Red Army’s turn
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