It's really hard to describe Rudolph because he looks so inconspicuous: he's the kind of person who goes unnoticed if he's blended in with the crowd.
A slight smile appeared on the corner of Sneijder's mouth: After talking for a long time, he still didn't make it clear, so he might as well ask a professional for advice.
In one sentence, Cheng Qianxun was classified as unprofessional in his security status.
Upon hearing the word "professional", many officers immediately became interested.
Anyway, idleness is idleness, so let’s just treat it as a game.
The officer who made a mistake in the morning but was corrected by Cheng Qianxun thought for a moment and stood up: "Wait, I'll be back as soon as I can."
Sure enough, he came quickly, with a drawing board in his hand.
He sat down, put the drawing board on his lap, and picked up a pen: "You tell him what he looks like, and I'll draw it."
Now it was Cheng Qianxun's turn to be surprised.
Being able to draw a portrait based on description was a technical job.
There are so many talented people here that we should not underestimate them.
While talking and sketching, the charcoal pencil continued to deepen slowly.
It took half an hour to draw the portrait.
The officer asked: "Is it him?"
Cheng Qianxun looked at the portrait on the paper and said with admiration: "That's him, he's so awesome."
This kind of technique has always been available, but when I saw it with my own eyes, I still felt it was amazing.
Not only did you have the basic skills of sketching, but you also needed to be accurate.
Capture people’s physical features.
Sneijder came over to take a look and smiled: "You really can't see him if he's in the crowd.
I probably haven't seen him before, but he feels very familiar."
Regel also said the same thing after seeing it.
When two people said this, the others naturally agreed.
Rudolf's appearance is indeed inconspicuous to the general public.
As a spy and killer, the less conspicuous the better.
He is not at all like the tall and eye-catching person in the movies.
When he kills, he carries a long-distance aiming device and a silencer very stylishly.
The guns are unforgettable once you see them.
Even if Sneijder and Reger forget everything, they will still feel familiar when they see their teammates.
The SS officer took the portrait down and said, "The photos will be sent to other prisoner of war camps later.
It depends on your luck whether you can find them."
Cheng Qianxun quickly thanked him.
Although among the more than 600,000 prisoners of war who were constantly starving to death, finding Rudolph would undoubtedly be like finding a needle in a haystack, but heaven would definitely not let him die of hunger.
He would die in front of his teammates.
After dinner, Sneed walked to the door of her room with a soldier carrying supplies.
He gestured to the soldier to put everything in his hands on her hands, and said behind his hands: "Since I live here and work, there are some things I need to explain to you clearly.
First of all, don't talk too much.
When the officers chat, don't talk nonsense.
You can tell me whatever you are told; secondly, you must take a shower every day, and you must not smell of sweat.
Regarding other things, I see that you are a smart person, so I won’t say much more.
I’ll help you find some soap in the town tomorrow.
Two interchangeable pieces of clothing.”
She picked up the soap in the box and looked at it, then she heard Sneed say: "Don't worry, there is no soap made from human oil here.
Those are all rumors."
Using soap made from human fat, Cheng Qianxun’s eyes grew bigger.
Looking at the light yellow soap in the box, he said after a while: "How can the prisoners outside have any fat."
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Sneijder pursed his lips and seemed to be smiling: "Go to bed early after washing.
Today's clothes were sewn well.
I'm very satisfied.
I'll continue tomorrow."
"Yes, sir" Cheng Qianxun watched as Sneijder left with the soldiers.
Close the door.
Walking into the room, it was still early and there should be no one in the bathroom.
She took soap and towel and went to take a shower.
There is a boiler here, so when you turn on the faucet, hot water comes directly, which is not much different from modern times.
Soap. . .
She picked up the soap and brought it to her nose.
I sniffed it several times suspiciously to see if there was any human body odor, but couldn't smell anything, so I finally took it and used it.
After washing, she also washed the clothes on her body.
There should be no sweat smell.
But after the clothes were washed, she could only wear a bath towel around her chest.
After grabbing three hangers nearby, she went back with the soap dish and washed clothes.
I dried all the clothes on hangers and hung them on the coat rack.
The humidity here is high.
I hope the clothes will be dry tomorrow morning, otherwise I will have to wear wet clothes.
As soon as I hung it up, there was a knock on the door.
The door opened, and Sneijder and Regel stood in the doorway.
They will knock on the door, which is a long-term habit, but they will open the door after knocking.
They are a noble race and are the masters here.
When he saw that she only had a big bath towel wrapped around her chest, and the dripping clothes, including underwear, were hanging on the coat rack next to her, Regel stared at the small cloth bra and coughed: " I'll send someone to the town to find some replacement clothes."
Sneijder looked at Reger's strange expression and turned to leave: "Let's find something wearable first."
Clothes were brought, but the men's shirts were soldier's dark gray.
"Choose a bigger one.
If I give you military pants, I'm afraid someone will gossip about you.
Get dressed and come to my room."
Sneijder handed it to her, and then added that it was for her to listen to, probably.
For others to hear: "Lieutenant Colonel Reger is here too."
It was indeed a large size, with a figure similar to that of Sneijder.
After putting it on, it fell to a finger above the knee, like a short skirt.
If it's Regel's shirt, maybe it can be worn as a dress.
She walked to the door of Sneijder's room, knocked gently, and entered after receiving permission.
As soon as they entered the door, both of them stared at her bare legs.
"Major, it's not possible for her to dress like this.
Although the figure of the yellow race is not very good, but this, this, real, real..."
After a while, Reger smiled bitterly.
It was a little difficult but he still said it: "It's too If he seduces people, it will shake the morale of the army, so it is better to wrap him up with a bath towel."
A survey was conducted and found that men believe that women who wear men's oversized shirts are often more attractive than women who wear sexy pajamas.
But Cheng Qianxun was helpless.
He washed his clothes and said that he was not allowed to smell of sweat.
Even if the hair follicles of yellow people are not as developed as those of white people, they must take precautions first.
"I'll look for it again."
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With a bit of helplessness and amusement, Sneijder walked to the door and stopped.
After thinking about it, he turned around and said, "Lieutenant Colonel, come with me."
She is alone.
After a while, Sneijder and Reger came back.
Sneijder handed over a men's bathrobe: "Put it on."
Cheng Qianxun put on the bathrobe under the somewhat fiery gazes of the two people.
Regeer was still dissatisfied: "Why is it still like that..."
It's all covered tightly, is it still attractive?
Sneijder then circled half a circle around Cheng Qianxun, stopped behind her, lowered his head and took a deep sniff on her long, wet hair.
This kind of behavior was like a wolf circling a sheep, making Cheng Qianxun afraid to move at all.
Sneed lifted his body, walked to the side, found a small rope used to tie things and gave it to her: "Tie up your hair."
It turns out that all the men here are clean-shaven, and no one has long hair.
Long hair is naturally a female characteristic.
She reached out her hand, took it, and tied her hair up randomly.
I shouldn’t be seducing anyone now, right?
Reger frowned slightly, turned around and opened the window again.
Cheng Qianxun knew that it was not because of the smell, but because of the smell just after taking a shower, which was unbearable to men who might not have touched a woman for a long time.
When the evening breeze outside blew in, Regel finally felt that it was okay.
Sneijder looked at him coldly, but his tone was joking: "It's so troublesome, if you know, let her talk about it tomorrow."
It turned out that what we wanted to talk about was Rudolf's matter.
Sneijder explained and reminded that the two SS men who came in in the morning had the same military rank as Sneijder, but they all did it in the interrogation room.
It was their duty to torture prisoners and tip off information.
If anyone had any rebellious intentions, or even just expressed dissatisfaction with the Führer and the war, Berlin might find out and invite him to tea.
Therefore, the best way is to stop them from making random guesses, and simply let them know everything, and even take the initiative to help search.
This is the most sensible and safe approach.
"Do you understand?"
Sneijder tilted his head toward the door: "If you understand, go back to sleep and work hard tomorrow.
In five days, the living prisoners of war will be transported away, and new ones will be transported."
Cheng Qianxun nodded, walked out silently, and closed the door gently.
It had been a long time since I heard the sound of a car leaving.
Cheng Qianxun's hair was dry and she felt much more at ease lying on the bed.
Regel used to go back after inspection, but it seems that he also plans to live here.
Maybe it was to ensure her safety, for which she still had to be grateful.
After all, being surrounded by insidious and cunning SS soldiers was not a comfortable thing.
There will be new prisoners of war coming later, and Rudolph might be among them. hope is in sight Time went much faster when there was work to do.
After patching the officer's trousers, it was noon in a blink of an eye.
After lunch, half of the soldiers' uniforms were patched, and it was already evening.
Clothes from the town were also delivered, and I finally no longer had to wear half-dry and half-wet clothes, which was really uncomfortable.
After taking a shower, I stood by the window and waited for the wind to dry my hair.
Looking out the window, there were fewer prisoners of war in the camp not far away.
Especially in the later stages, malnutrition caused nearly a thousand deaths of prisoners of war every day.
It rained the night before yesterday.
When it rained, more than a dozen people drowned just because they didn't have the strength to turn over and were buried in the stagnant water.
The temperature dropped further.
During the day, the carriage transporting the corpses did not stop.
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It kept pulling the corpses out, and more prisoners of war were sent to dig holes to bury the corpses.
There are only the last four days, and among the remaining people, there are probably a few hundred people who can make it through.
But the next step is to load them into iron tank trucks and send them to the rear to work as coolies.
In the end, only a dozen people may survive.
This is war.
She sighed slightly.
There was nothing she could do about it.
If the director failed to organize a victory escape, she would also die.
And this is history.
After these people escaped, it was still possible to fight in the Battle of Stalingrad soon. die.
They all died anyway, and both the victor and the defeated country paid a heavy price.
The victorious people in power naturally became the heroes who solved World War II.
Someone knocked on the door, and when the door opened, Sneijder stood at the door, with a soldier next to him: "It's almost winter, so the clothes on you probably aren't enough.
I asked someone to find some thicker clothes
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