Cheng Qianxun had just sewed one piece when SS soldiers wearing helmets and black uniforms came over.
He held a lot of uniforms and threw them all in front of her.
This time they were soldiers' clothes.
How long will it take to sew?
She stared at it.
Sneijder and Regel came in from the outside.
They both held a black whip in their hands and walked calmly.
When they walked in, the sunlight shining into the room seemed to be blocked by them. outside the door.
Regel frowned when he saw the two piles of clothes: "There are so many, don't even think about going back today."
"If you can't finish sewing today, it will be tomorrow.
If you can't finish it tomorrow, it will be the day after tomorrow.
When you finish it, you will leave."
Sneijder took off his gloves coldly, with a somewhat cold look.
He could do such a simple action in a handsome and extraordinary way. , no wonder Himmler, who promoted racism, would recruit him for a medical examination.
Sneijder glanced with green eyes, because there was another soldier next to him who brought some clothes to be sewn.
Another large pile was placed next to it, and Cheng Qianxun could only stare at it.
I heard Sneijder continue calmly and gently, not only for Reger, but also for everyone else with ears present: "The officers and soldiers here can carry guns and pick up tools.
But they are not good at sewing and mending, and Tsarist Russian men do nothing but drink and beat women. , know nothing, and fight to the death.
Call Polish women, if there are spies among them, they will sew bugs in their clothes.
Even if they are not spies, you have to worry about them deliberately leaving the needles inside.
Just your little oriental princess.
If she’s here, then let her do it, you won’t feel bad, right?”
Although he didn't know whether Sneijder kept her here for business or personal reasons, one advantage was that he could stay here to find Rudolf, and he didn't have to think of ways to find another opportunity for Regel to bring her here.
Cheng Qianxun quickly flattered and said: "It's an honor for me to serve the empire.
I have to work, otherwise how can I have the nerve to eat and drink for free?"
"Yes, you must work if you want to survive."
Sneijder was very satisfied with her words: "The Jewish concentration camp also told the pigs every day.
But they still wanted to get something for nothing."
Jewish pigs, and on another battlefield, the Chinese at this time were also called so, and even the sick man of East Asia was added.
Wait until four years later.
When Germans become prisoners, they will also be turned into pigs.
Why do humans always have trouble with pigs?
Maybe pigs are born to be slaughtered and eaten.
If you think about it carefully, pig is really appropriate.
In this case, let's sew it up.
Cheng Qianxun picked up an officer's coat.
Sneijder and Reger's jobs are relatively leisurely.
As long as the prisoners don't make trouble, escape, or fight, they can be said to have nothing to do.
So I went to the office for coffee.
Play chess.
Cheng Qianxun sewed slowly and carefully.
The most important thing was that she wanted to stay here.
Especially since she was sewing an officer's uniform first, she had to be even more careful.
Someone came over, but she continued to sew with concentration.
It was Sneijder and Regel, and two others wearing gray and black uniforms.
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Sneijder once said that the thing to be wary of most is the SS who wear such uniforms.
They specialize in spies, and they may be in charge of the interrogation room.
One of them came over and dug out a neatly folded officer's coat: "Oh, it's sewn."
Open it and take a closer look.
He couldn't help but nodded with satisfaction: "It's really good."
Cheng Qianxun not only sewed all the places, but also straightened them out and folded them, making the clothes look like they had just been ironed.
Another one also found his coat.
Cheng Qianxun specially picked out a uniform of this color and sewed it first.
After he looked at it, he stared with sharp eyes, with a bit of sinisterness, which can be regarded as the vigilance required in their profession: "What did you do before?"
Cheng Qianxun put down the needle and thread.
He stared back without any strangeness: "Sir, I didn't do anything before.
I relied on my family to support me, but I usually did housework."
"Then why do you do so well, better than sewing girls and servants?"
the SS asked with a bit of cunning. nonsense.
Even the maids obtained in exchange for food serve them reluctantly, and in the end, they don't do it well at all.
"Work hard."
She still answered calmly: "As long as you work hard, you can do well.
If I can eat well and live well here, I should try my best to do everything with my heart.
Then I can be here."
Peace of mind, otherwise you will just starve to death.”
People outside are inferior to pigs and dogs, soaking in mud and water and starving.
This idea is correct and very realistic.
The man finally felt relieved: "I heard that you know several languages and do a good job.
No wonder you are appreciated and trusted by Major Sneed, who is always very demanding.
Work hard."
"It's sir."
Cheng Qianxun continued to pick up the needle and thread in his hand and started working, feeling secretly relieved.
I heard Sneijder say: "She is looking for someone, maybe you can come up with some ideas."
Cheng Qianxun thought about it, why would Sneijder bring this up at this time?
These two Nazi SS men had nothing to do with this matter, and they were still specialized in spy interrogation and reporting.
Sure enough, the two of them immediately became vigilant again: "Who are we looking for?"
Cheng Qianxun could only bite the bullet and repeat what he told Regel and Sneijder, saying that he was asked by an old friend to find his possible only relative.
When they heard that this was definitely a name belonging to an enemy country, both of them frowned almost at the same time.
One of them said: "Here are just some prisoners.
Follow here to Moscow.
There are more than a dozen battalions on the southwest line alone, not counting Ukraine and other places.
You must be here."
Cheng Qianxun thought for a while, what the world wanted to see was not the way she was looking for people all over the world, but the way she was on the upper level.
It wanted to see the way she suffered and was in a dilemma among these teammates, and then people would naturally be sent to her.
But she always had to make up a reason to deal with these special agents, so she nodded firmly: "I asked someone to do a divination, and they said that I will definitely find him here."
Both of them laughed immediately, and one joked: "I heard that the head of state believes in astrology very much, but I didn't expect to meet someone here who also believes in such illusory things."
How could he talk about the head of state unreasonably?
After he said that, he knew that he had let something slip.
His face suddenly dropped, and the atmosphere became a little tense for a while.
It seems that even colleagues need to be on guard, and possibly even more careful.
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Cheng Qianxun looked around and quickly calmed down: "Emperor Qin, Han Wu, King Zhou and Tang Dynasty, our famous emperors all believed in it, so they created a prosperous age.
No matter what is illusory or not, as long as it works."
As soon as she heard the comparison of the head of state to the prosperous emperor, the solemnity in the air disappeared, and the person who said the wrong thing smiled at her: "Then go look for it, I hope you can find it."
"Thank you" Cheng Qianxun smiled.
He sewed and sewed with the needle, and continued to mend it after lunch.
His eyes were a little disturbed.
Cheng Qianxun blinked, stood up, straightened the clothes, used some strength to pull them flat, and began to fold them.
Another one was made, so that all the officer's coats were mended, and now were shirts.
The shirts were relatively simple, with most of the buttons missing.
The German army's supplies were relatively sufficient.
Even the soldiers' trousers were a bit old at most, and they rarely had patches on the knees.
Sneed walked in and glanced at the neatly folded pile of about a dozen officer coats next to him: "Take a rest, it's time to have dinner."
What, it's time to have dinner.
Cheng Qianxun looked outside and saw that the sky was already dark, and he became anxious: "The prisoners' dinner should be distributed."
"Yeah, I got it."
Sneijder looked at her with a bit of a smile and sat down on the chair a little discouraged, and said leisurely: "But it doesn't affect her."
"Who is calling Rudolph?
Come out, come out."
Several soldiers with guns and helmets shouted loudly: "Do you hear me?
Come out, all of you, and stand there."
Cheng Qianxun turned his head and looked at Sneijder in confusion.
Why was he obviously looking for him this time?
Sneijder stood beside him, his hands behind his back, his body as straight as loose, and he said softly: "Both SS officers praised your work.
They may have allowed you to search for your relatives.
This is your reward." " Cheng Qianxun suddenly understood why Sneijder mentioned this matter in front of other officers.
If she kept searching like this, even if she concealed it, others would find out sooner or later.
Just say it openly, and you won't be suspected of being treason or anything like that.
She thanked him and continued to focus on the camp.
The prisoners didn't know why they were specifically looking for Rudolf, whether to question him or to shoot him.
But Rudolf had to come forward, otherwise he would be found out, or someone who knew the details would be betrayed for a piece of bread or a potato, and the consequences would be absolute.
It's not as comfortable as taking a bullet.
Just after dinner, all the corpses were taken out, and those who were able to move stood aside.
There are quite a few people with this name, more than a hundred.
Cheng Qianxun looked over one by one and shook his head.
She lowered her head and sighed softly.
Sneijder stretched out his hand, put his hand on her shoulder, and comforted her: "You will find her."
Cheng Qianxun was stunned.
Although Sneijder used to be the best at comforting her, now Sneijder has long been a different person.
Sneijder immediately noticed something, and immediately retracted his hand.
He still looked around solemnly and majesticly, but now he felt more serious.
He said sternly: "Since we haven't found anyone, can we go in for dinner?"
After waving to the soldiers, he turned and went back into the house.
"Disband" the soldier yelled.
Those people named Rudolf were probably still confused and couldn't figure out why this oriental woman wanted to find a Soviet soldier.
Cheng Qianxun smiled secretly and followed Sneijder into the house.
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In the restaurant, the officers had already started eating, including the two SS men in the morning.
When they learned that he had not been found, they asked what the man looked like.
It didn't hurt to say it, she was here to find someone anyway, Cheng Qianxun recalled: "He is not tall, about 1.72 to 1.74 meters tall.
He likes to comb his hair into a middle slit and has no beard
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