Cheng Qianxun knew from the slight twinkle in his eyes that it was caused by the emotions covered up by the heaven.
For now, Sneijder just has a crush on her.
"Thank you" she walked over and took it from the soldier.
Sneijder didn't actually need to deliver it himself, but he came anyway.
Looking at the coat in his hand, although it is enough for the room, those Europeans are wearing thinner clothes with a coat on the outside, but they may face ice and snow.
She hesitated for a moment but finally said it: "I'm afraid of people.
Maybe these are not enough.
Can you give me some cotton coats, or some cotton fabrics and other materials, and I can make them myself."
"You can also make clothes?"
Sneijder was a little surprised.
"It's random.
It's best to have a pattern.
In the Soviet Union, cotton coats and cotton hats are fine.
I roughly cut them out and try not to make them in the same color.
Because I don't know how to make clothes, it will definitely be a waste.
Can I try my best?
Give me more cotton" Cheng Qianxun had no choice but to go for it.
When it snows, how can a coat be enough to block the cold wave that hits Siberia at tens of degrees below zero?
If it is in the future, not to mention cotton coats, they should wear duck down lining and high-tech insulation fabrics outside.
Winter clothing is enough.
Sneijder smiled coldly: "Are you afraid that after meeting your cousin, he doesn't have a winter coat?
Well, I will help you get it."
"Thank you, thank you" she thanked hurriedly.
The work efficiency was indeed very high.
The next day the soldiers brought in a large basket of cotton, Russian-style military cotton clothes, and some coarse cloth.
But there is no hat.
This season, the Soviet Union has not issued winter equipment.
They are fighting hard to defend Moscow.
So while waiting for a new batch of prisoners of war, she mended clothes during the day and made cotton-padded clothes at night.
While eating, she often heard news from Moscow.
It was already October 9th.
Although the Russian army worked hard to block the outer extension, and the numbers and equipment of both sides were evenly matched, the Russian army suffered heavy casualties.
They naturally believed that they could capture Moscow in October.
Cheng Qianxun just listened.
Don't express an opinion.
She ate her portion of food silently, as if everything was fake, she was watching a movie, she was acting, and she didn't reveal the slightest bit of strangeness.
Because she knew that as soon as the first snow fell and the temperature reached subzero, the German army began to fail in this battle.
A pair of boots was placed in front of her, as well as shoe polishing tools.
A soldier ordered in a tone of voice: "Clean it.
I'll pick it up later."
After that, he left.
Cheng Qianxun was stunned.
Only officers could wear such long leather boots, but it was usually the soldiers who cleaned the boots.
She put down the needle and thread in her hand, picked up the boots and looked at them.
After sighing slightly, he picked up the brush and shoe polish and started rubbing it.
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There's no harm in doing a little more work.
She can't make grudges here.
If she is alone, then she won't wipe him without wiping, but she still needs to find her "relatives" who are captives, so she should keep a low profile.
Don't underestimate leather boots.
Not only do they have to be spotless but they also have to be polished brightly, because the ground outside is muddy.
The ground hasn't dried since it rained, and after walking around for a while, the soles of my shoes were covered in mud.
After more than an hour, the soldier came to get the shoes.
He took a few glances at the boots he had just polished and left without saying anything.
She picked up her needle and thread and continued to mend her clothes.
Sneed came in with the soldiers from before.
As soon as he came in, he asked: "You polished my boots?"
Is there a problem?
She put down the needle and thread, stood up, and looked at the soldier carefully, but she couldn't tell anything.
Only the teacher honestly said: "Yes, sir."
"I knew it was you."
Sneijder smiled slightly, then turned to the soldier behind him, his tone became extremely tough: "Did I tell you to order her to clean her boots?"
The soldier was a bit cowardly, but he still held his head high and found an excuse: "I think she was called to work by the commander, so I asked her to wipe it."
Sneijder said with a cold face: "A good army has strict discipline and will do whatever the commander says.
Now if you are asked to clean your boots, you will transfer them to others to clean.
In the future, when you charge into battle, will you ask others to do it for you?
Go out and hold it up Gun, run around the camp ten times, think about where you went wrong, go."
"Yes, sir."
The soldier saluted stiffly and trotted out.
After Sneijder waited for the soldier to go out, he looked at her and said leisurely: "You are really conscientious in your work.
Even the soles of your shoes are wiped as clean as if they had been washed."
Those bright blue eyes made her heart tremble, and she said with a bit of timidity: "It is my honor to serve the commander."
Sneijder's smile grew wider: "Remember, if anyone asks you to do something, report it to me first.
Only I can order you, do you understand?"
Cheng Qianxun responded quickly: "Yes, sir."
"Okay, keep working."
Sneijder turned and left without looking back at her.
Cheng Qianxun sat down and continued to work with needlework.
As he sewed, he couldn't help but chuckle. . .
Sneijder cares about her, that's for sure.
Another day passed, and everyone naturally knew the reason why the soldier was punished.
It's quite tragic to say that I held a gun in both hands and ran ten laps around the outside of the camp the size of a football field, which was at least four or five kilometers.
The ground was muddy, and the prisoners inside would certainly not miss such a good opportunity to laugh at them.
Anyway, they were leaving soon, and those who couldn't leave might die at any time.
As long as they still had the strength to speak, they would laugh and shout even if they were lying down: "Run, run, don't be such a pussy."
By the time I finished running, I was exhausted, and it looked like it would take me a long time to wash off the muddy water all over my body.
It's dinner time again and the day is coming to an end.
Cheng Qianxun can still eat with the officers.
Of course, no one should have any objections at this time.
After the officers finished eating, they were not in a hurry to leave.
They sat there drinking wine or coffee and chatting.
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Some of them were still smoking.
The conversation was naturally about the war situation, and everyone was confidently waiting to go to the Red Square to watch the military parade.
After she finished eating, she went up to make cotton-padded clothes.
If the German army had enough supplies for the winter, it would not have failed so miserably.
They would definitely need it then.
Tomorrow, a new batch of prisoners may arrive, hoping to find Rudolph.
The clothes on her hands are almost mended.
Even if she sews more finely and slows down, it can't be seen that she is procrastinating, so sooner or later the clothes will be mended.
After a burst of laughter, an SS officer called her name: "Cheng."
She put down her knife and fork, quickly swallowed what was in her mouth and said, "Yes, sir."
The officer asked in a joking tone, "What do you think?"
He didn't like them very much, and when he smiled, he always thought he was just smiling.
We can't be deceived by the illusion of kindness.
These guys will fall out at any time, and even their own people will be killed.
The purpose of this question is to see which side she is on.
If she reveals any sympathy for the Soviet Union, she will be regarded as pro-Russian.
The best example of this is the hanging of strangled people in the town.
Cheng Qianxun thought for a while and said cautiously: "People will die in war, many people will die."
"Of course."
Although there was a smile on Reger's face, he kept staring at her, and he must be nervous.
"Go on."
The officer obviously continued to talk, waiting to hear what she was going to say.
The smile looked a little sinister: "Don't you think it's a pity that so many people died in the Soviet army?"
It can't be said so simply, it needs to have a little content.
If it doesn't involve politics, then it can only take the wrong path.
Cheng Qianxun then said shamelessly: "It's a pity.
Not only the Soviet army, but also the German army, many men died.
Most of them were young and middle-aged men, and many of them were tall and powerful men.
It's really sad that so many handsome guys died."
What a pity.”
She spoke seriously, and the officers listened attentively, but they originally wanted to tell something, but they didn't expect this to be what they said.
All the officers were stunned for a moment, and then burst into laughter.
Apparently laughing at a woman who was thinking not of war, but of men.
Anyway, after the confusion was over, Cheng Qianxun forced out a dry smile, laughed with him for a while, lowered his head and continued eating.
After eating and taking a shower, she sat on the chair in front of the table and sewed clothes with her wet hair.
Although she has a sewing machine, she doesn't know how to use it, which requires constant stepping on her feet.
She can only rely on the most primitive method of sewing by hand.
Anyway, it doesn’t need to be good-looking or not, and it doesn’t matter what style.
It just needs to be big enough, thick enough, and able to withstand the extreme cold.
She stuffed cotton into the middle layer of her clothes, making sure it was enough.
The coldest thing she had ever experienced was walking on a layer of snow.
But this time it may be even colder than the previous layer, with tens of degrees below zero, which can freeze the entire river, and almost all the fish at the bottom of the river can be frozen into ice.
We must be prepared, lest we freeze to death if we don't starve to death by then.
At this time, the sound of car tires rolling over the wet ground came from downstairs.
Every time a car came, it meant something was coming.
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She stood up, walked to the window and looked down.
Four SS men got out of the car, and then pulled out a man who was handcuffed behind his back.
This man is tall and has a loud voice: "I am an American journalist, you have no right to detain me."
At this time, the searchlight happened to shine over and help with lighting.
After looking at this man's face, Cheng Qianxun was stunned.
It was Gordon.
Gordon protested loudly: "Do you hear me?
I am an American reporter.
You cannot interfere with my normal interviews."
One of the soldiers shouted: "Be honest and go in" Cheng Qianxun didn't come back to his senses until Gordon was forcibly escorted in, and the figure and the soldiers disappeared downstairs.
How could Gordon not expect to meet like this?
It was obvious that Gordon was in trouble.
I hope he really has a U.S. passport and a reporter's interview to prove it, because so far, Germany and the United States have not declared war on each other.
Although the United States will help the Soviet army in the future, that will happen in the future.
Cheng Qianxun walked gently to the door, opened it a crack, and heard the yelling from downstairs until it disappeared in the basement: "Go in, if you don't behave honestly, you're not welcome":