Dig up the corpse and eat it. . .
To be able to force people to do this is simply appalling.
Cheng Qianxun's hair felt a little numb: "Is it true?"
"It's true."
Sneijder replied firmly: "Many more people starved to death at that time than here."
I finally understand why Ukraine is still fighting for independence.
Think about it, there are almost no men fighting in the war, the streets are full of single beauties, and the population has not yet recovered to what it was before World War II, but we still have to fight to the death.
Many things are unknown because of the cover-up by the victor, but they will be revealed sooner or later.
Sneijder looked sideways at the rain outside: "It doesn't matter if it rains, at least they have water to drink today."
Cheng Qianxun stood in front of the window of the guest room.
The rain continued to wash away the glass, and he could vaguely see the camp about 200 meters away outside.
There were no houses or tents there.
As Sneijder said, at least they have water to drink today.
Those who are half-starved will either die tonight, or after getting water, they can support their weak bodies and queue up for food tomorrow.
When I open the window, I can feel the chill even before I reach out my hands.
Winter is getting closer.
There was a knock on the door and it was Sneijder.
He was not wearing a hat, but he was still wearing a black SS uniform.
He looked mentally abnormal, with blond hair and blue eyes, showing the characteristics of the Aryan race.
Although Regel's hair is dark and brown, he is unusually tall.
If the two of them were photographed by the head of state and hung in the ethnography laboratory, it would surely make many fanatical racist women shake their hearts and make their eyes light up.
Sneijder stood there, and after a while he slowly said: "Let's have dinner together."
Although it was a bit surprising for a low-level person to eat with an officer, he still followed Sneijder out.
In the corridor, the two of them were silent.
Sneijder seemed to have something to say, and his steps were slow and steady.
Even though he seems to be a different person, many of his habits are innate.
After being with him for so long, you can tell that he has something on his mind.
Go to the stairs.
Sneijder turned around and was about to say something when he heard someone coming up from downstairs and chatting as they walked.
"Sneed dug out another Communist today.
It's really impressive."
"Yesterday there was one, and today there is another.
If he could interrogate him, he would have been a lieutenant colonel, and maybe he would have stayed in Berlin and become a major general."
"He was never a normal person."
"Oh, tell me."
Sneed stretched out his finger, tapped it lightly in front of his lips, looked at another room next to him, then pulled her sleeve to the door, opened it and went in.
After entering.
Sneijder held the door ajar so he could hear what was being said.
The two stopped at the stairs.
Before speaking, they should have looked up and down to make sure there was no one else around.
But what they didn't expect was that the speaker was listening in a nearby room.
"It's infertility.
He was transferred to Berlin for a while.
Just to...
It is said that he has pure blood, and his measurements are absolutely perfect.
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He can be used as a model."
There was a strong sourness in his words: "The results showed that he was infertile.
Spermia may have been caused by a serious injury, otherwise he might already have dozens of his offspring in a nursery somewhere.
In fact, there is another one like him.
Needless to say, you should.
Know who it is."
Another person was surprised and smiling: "It can't be Lieutenant Colonel Reger, right?"
"Haha.
That's him."
This time it was with regret, and probably a little gloating: "Two people are proficient in multiple languages, shrewd and capable, excellent in fighting and fencing, and both their appearance and IQ are impeccable.
As you can imagine, Shim Lai saw the file photo of the two of them, looking sad."
Cheng Qianxun glanced at Sneijder secretly, his face was pale.
He listened quietly with his eyes fixed, his ungloved hand resting on the door wall next to him, his fingers slowly gathered together and clenched into a fist, and his knuckles turned white.
For a man.
First of all, it is a shame to be a eunuch, and secondly, it is sterility.
But this is beyond their control.
Their bodies, which are the same as before, are actually just empty shells.
If the technology at this time is as advanced as Julian's, they will be able to find faults in their genes.
The underworld did not need them to have children, and the heavens took over this method.
Cheng Qianxun felt uncomfortable seeing the pain that Sneijder had hidden deeply but could not conceal.
Sneijder listened quietly until the two people finished chatting and left without realizing that anyone was eavesdropping.
Then Sneijder gently opened the door and walked out.
Behind her, she quickly closed the door gently and followed Sneijder.
Needless to say, the more you say it, the worse it might be.
There is also a restaurant on the first floor here, with three or four tables, and officers are already eating.
The meal was similar to a regular meal, with sliced bread, jam, a bowl of potato and tomato soup, some vegetable salad, and actually a piece of fish.
Cheng Qianxun took a bite.
The fish felt like it came out of a can, but it was fried in butter and could barely be eaten.
Simple is a little too simple, but compared to the prisoners outside, this place is a paradise in the light of the matches in the hands of the little match girl.
Regel looked at Sneijder and asked softly: "What's wrong?
Your face looks so bad."
"Nothing."
As if nothing happened, Sneijder cut the fish with a knife and fork and put it in his mouth.
Changing the subject to Cheng Qianxun: "I really want to drink the soup you cooked again.
Compared with these cans, the soup is definitely delicious."
Cheng Qianxun looked at Regel, reminding him with his eyes not to mention Sneijder's bad mood, and then responded: "If you don't mind, sir, I will cook it every time you come.
If there are soy sauce, dark soy sauce and other seasonings, I will definitely make more Chinese dishes.”
Sneijder smiled slightly: "You can cook Chinese food, there is no language barrier, and you are so aware of current affairs.
Even if you are a prisoner, you can live longer.
Maybe you can survive until the end of the war."
But the war has just begun, and there are still four years to go.
Besides, they don't have to wait four years, they only need to survive three months.
Some of the officers on the table next to him were wearing gray-green army uniforms, and some were wearing black SS uniforms.
Sneijder suddenly turned his head, faced the people sitting next to him, and called one of them by name.
The man was obviously of a junior rank than Sneed.
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He put down his half-eaten dinner and stood up suddenly: "Major, what are your orders?"
Sneijder said leisurely: "It's raining heavily outside today.
These Russians may dig holes under the barbed wire to escape.
We need to strengthen patrols."
This makes sense.
Rain may loosen the soil.
Then he gave out the names of two people and said that they would go, one at midnight and the other at midnight, and the shift would last four hours until dawn.
Needless to say, these two guys must have been chewing their fill just now.
Wearing raincoats and galoshes, standing next to the barbed wire fence in the pouring rain, and enduring the freezing rain, I hope they can clearly understand why they suffered such suffering.
There is also a place to take a bath here, but Cheng Qianxun didn't go there, just for one night.
Besides, she doesn't have as many glands as white people, so if she doesn't take a bath for a day or two, she won't be smelly and full of sweat.
If she didn't have pajamas, she would just sleep with them on.
She couldn't sleep without them on.
There was no news from Rudolph and Gordon, but the only advantage of being on the upper level is that you don't have to worry about your teammates thinking about sleeping with her.
In order to maintain the purity of the blood and prevent other inferior races from possessing noble Aryan genes, anyone who dares to have relations with Jews will be shot immediately.
Except for their race, all other people are inferior.
Look at Sneijder, Regel, and the officers.
They all raised their heads slightly proudly, and looked at everyone with their eyes slightly downward.
They requisitioned women without coercion and gave them a certain amount of food and material compensation, and they had to be white non-Jews.
I really have to thank this kind of doctrine.
If you are mixed with the Japanese army or the Red Army, just wait for the moment you show up, and the soldiers will take off their pants and line up to wait for the officers to take their turn.
The sound of rain falling on the glass windows like splashing, and the hoarse screams of women coming from time to time, made it difficult to sleep.
After getting up, I walked to the window and looked out.
There was a flashlight shining back and forth in the darkness.
It was probably one of the guys who was patrolling.
It rained so hard that even if he was wearing a raincoat, he would get wet.
If I really can't sleep, why don't I go to Regel's place and see if he's asleep?
If someone finds you, the reason is simple: you are looking for the bathroom.
After walking out, there was a dim chandelier on in the corridor.
It was raining and the windows were almost closed.
The air was stuffy, but it still had a hint of coolness.
Reger seemed to be sleeping on the other side, so Cheng Qianxun walked there as gently as possible.
Suddenly, Sneijder's voice came from an open door nearby: "Miss Cheng, it's so late, where are you going?"
Turning his head to look, he saw Sneijder lazily leaning on a lounge chair, his long leather boots still on, and his feet resting on a chair in front of him.
The uniform jacket has been taken off, leaving only the shirt on, with two buttons unbuttoned at the collar.
"I..."
Before she could finish speaking, Sneijder interrupted her.
"Come in, I just want to talk to someone for a while."
He was smoking a cigarette, blowing out a puff of smoke, and his handsome face was even more looming under the smoke.
Cheng Qianxun hesitated.
It was not good to enter a man's room at night.
In the darkness and smoke, the expression on his face was gloomy and uncertain: "What's wrong?
I'm afraid I'll kill you."
I had to go in.
After walking into the room, I heard Sneijder say: "Close the door."
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Cheng Qianxun closed the door obediently, turned around and looked at the smoke filling the room, waved his hand slightly in front of his nose, and frowned: "You are smoking, you never smoke."
Sneijder suddenly smiled: "How do you know I don't smoke?"
He picked up a square wine glass on the low cabinet next to the lounge chair and took a sip.
The ice cubes in it had not yet melted.
At this time, Cheng Qianxun discovered that Sneijder was not only smoking, but also drinking.
The room was filled with a strong smell of smoke and alcohol
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