His whole body was soaked by the rain, Cheng Qianxun hugged himself with his arms, shaking a little from the cold.
Thinking about the prisoners outside, having to stay in the rain all night, this day should be more difficult than before.
Walking to Sneijder's door, his door was open, and a tall figure emerged from the darkness inside, wearing a black uniform and a handsome but sinister face: "Miss Cheng, why are you wet?"
She could only stay and hug herself tightly, her voice trembling with the cold: "Sir, sir.
I want to change my clothes and come over to report.
I gave the raincoat to my cousin.
It's raining too much outside, and he will get wet." ” "Oh, you gave the empire's supplies to the enemies of the empire, and you were still a prisoner."
Sneijder stood at the door, asking leisurely and unhurriedly, unable to tell what he planned to do with her.
There were Nazis all around.
She swallowed and said with difficulty: "The food given to the prisoners is also supplies from the empire.
Although my cousin is a bit stupid, it was because he was injured before and was fooled.
His He must be very capable and will definitely be put to use in the future.”
"It's just him."
Sneijder seemed to find it funny and raised the corners of his mouth contemptuously: "What's the use?
Treat him as a model.
Before hanging him in public, shout a few more slogans."
This matter could be big or small, so she could only speak as softly as possible: "Sir, if he catches pneumonia, he won't be able to go to the gallows.
I guarantee that he will be very useful in the future, otherwise I would not find such a burden." ” "So you put bread in the pocket of your raincoat to prevent him from starving to death."
Sneijder's tone was quite mild.
Cheng Qianxun swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
She couldn't say that she saved this bread and gave it to whomever she liked.
She cautiously said as if joking: "I know that nothing can be hidden from the commander."
Anyway, if you say it is wrong, it is wrong, and it is right and wrong.
Whether he wants to kill, chop, punish or hit, it all depends on Sneijder's mood.
Sneijder came over, lowered his head slightly and slowly circled around her, as if thinking about something, and the cold wind caused her to tremble even more.
He stopped and looked down at her, as if his eyes were staring at her chest.
Look down.
She hugged herself with her arms, but did not cover her chest.
The shirt was soaked by the rain, and her bra was clearly exposed.
She quickly raised her hands.
He raised his hands and arms to cover his chest.
The angle of Sneijder's upward tilted mouth became wider, but his face suddenly sank, and his voice became unusually stern: "It's our business when the captives come over and eat as much as they want.
If they eat too much, their minds will be full of thoughts.
How can I escape back and pick up a gun to deal with our soldiers?
Am I too indulgent of you?
I will not allow you to go to the restaurant tomorrow morning.
Let you remember it well.
If you dare to do it next time, I will starve you for a day.
In two days, if you are not afraid of starving to death, feel free to stuff it secretly."
It looks fierce, but in fact it's just a hungry meal, and it's breakfast.
Just eat a little more at noon.
Cheng Qianxun quickly accepted it humbly: "Yes, yes, no matter what happens in the future, I will report it first and wait for instructions, and I will never make my own decisions."
Sneijder was still very satisfied with her knowledge.
He raised his military cap high and tilted his head proudly towards the door of her room.
It means she can leave.
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Cheng Qianxun was like a little mouse, he hurriedly went to his room with his chest raised and his head lowered.
When he got to the room, he closed the door and let out a long breath.
I patted my chest lightly and got lucky.
After her pounding heart stabilized a little, she took a soapy towel and dry clothes and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
Wash it quickly.
There are a total of eight officers living here, including Regel.
They all love to be clean.
They have to take a shower every day, even in the morning and evening.
Except for the one upstairs, the restrooms are downstairs.
The downstairs bathroom is equipped with many shower heads.
It is used by more than sixty soldiers, so it cannot occupy the bathroom for a long time, especially at night before going to bed and in the morning.
The hot water washed over my body, finally driving away the chill.
I finished washing quickly and washed the wet clothes as well.
Go back to the room, hang up the clothes, put on a coat and wait for your hair to dry while continuing to make cotton-padded clothes.
"No, no" a woman screamed, which could be heard even here.
He opened the window and looked outside.
The searchlight on the side was shining directly, and the woman who could sing the aria was dragged to the prisoner camp.
Judging from her white appearance, Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but be shocked.
She had no clothes on.
Two soldiers dragged her all the way to the camp, then opened the barbed wire gate and threw her in.
Under the searchlight, she covered her body with her hands and squatted in the mud, crying.
But many of the prisoners stood up and slowly moved closer.
Many of them have not touched a woman for about a year or two, or even longer, and most of them are not of high quality.
It is conceivable that their eyes should be red and hot at this time, and then I don't know who pounced on him first, and who went next. . .
When the heart-rending cry came, Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes, turned his body in a circle, and leaned against the wall by the window.
Sometimes during meals, the two officers in the interrogation room revealed that the female spy's mouth was too tight and could not be pried open.
And now when the so-called "comrades" are vying to press on her one by one, will she reflect in pain on what exactly she is fighting for?
A man was already having sex, and the sound of crying was unbearable, not to mention that she was also a woman.
But what can I do?
The Nazis were so angry that they stripped her clothes and threw her in.
With so many captives, even if one percent of the men fall in love, as long as the woman is still a normal person, even a mature woman will not be able to survive the middle of the night.
Maybe one or two people will pass by and rescue this woman first.
If she is willing to be recruited, she will be taken back to the interrogation room.
If she is not willing, she will be thrown in again and be played to death by the "comrades".
This move is too cruel and absolute
"Let her go, let her go," a voice full of passion shouted without fear amid this brutal and brutal act.
Cheng Qianxun hurriedly returned to the window, almost holding his forehead after looking at it, Rudolf, it was him again, this guy seemed unwilling to make a heroic sacrifice, and seemed to seize the opportunity to remind the Nazis to kill him quickly.
"Go away, go away, all go away."
Rudolph was filled with indignation, and there was no trace of dirt in his eyes.
The men who were surrounding the woman, touching, looking, or making piston movements, were angrily dragged up one by one, and one or two were kicked to the side severely.
He cursed: "It's shameful, it's so shameful.
The Soviet Union is humiliated by scum like you.
Let her go.
She is our comrade and our sister.
How can we treat her like this?"
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Led by Rudolf, several prisoners also helped Rudolf drive away the man who had long been obsessed with him.
Rudolf took off his thick black poncho and covered the woman.
He sat next to her and hugged the sobbing woman tightly.
Although you can no longer hear what he said here, they must be words of comfort.
The irritated woman still screamed heartbreakingly, but gradually calmed down under Rudolph's comfort.
I never thought that Rudolf, who had always been cold-blooded, would be so upright and upright.
What he saw in front of him was very touching, but also stupid.
Such a person is only suitable as a hero-themed figure, but will not survive the end of the war.
But rescuing the poor woman requires not only stupidity, but also courage without fear of death.
While Cheng Qianxun was moved, he could only look up, facing a sky covered with dark clouds, mixed with darkness and still raining, and smiled bitterly: You guys are so cruel.
This night I could finally sleep peacefully.
Cheng Qianxun went to the window to take another look before going to bed.
When the searchlight swept over, he saw Rudolf wrapping the woman tightly in his raincoat and turning her to the corner next to him.
Holding her in his arms, it seemed as if he had been talking to her about something.
The other prisoners did not harass him any more, perhaps because they were touched by Rudolph's behavior.
It's daybreak and the rain has stopped.
At the end of the night, someone was still dead.
These prisoners had just arrived and their bodies were relatively strong.
Even if it was a cold rainy night, they could withstand it temporarily.
Most of those who died were injured.
Only about twenty corpses were removed from the camp due to the deterioration of their injuries.
"Let her go, you inhumane invaders."
Rudolph's passionate voice came again.
"Oh my God, what is he doing again?"
Cheng Qianxun, who was making cotton-padded clothes on an empty stomach, rolled his eyes, stood up, and walked to the window.
The woman was being dragged out of the camp by the soldiers.
Fortunately, she was wearing a raincoat to cover her body.
Otherwise, she will be in front of tens of thousands of men, with her body clearly visible.
Of course Rudolf was beaten again.
He climbed up from the mud, ignoring the wounds on his face, walked to the entrance and exit of the barbed wire fence and insulted the soldiers.
Then he started to sing, and many people in the camp followed him.
The song was majestic and powerful, resounding throughout the sky, exuding great righteousness in the dark and cold world.
Cheng Qianxun almost held his head in his arms, he was so impressed that he felt like crying.
Damn, what is he singing?
It's the Internationale, the Internationale.
What on earth is he doing?
If he keeps struggling like this, neither Tathagata Buddha nor Guanyin Bodhisattva nor a monkey can save him.
The door opened, and Reger came in with a plate of breakfast.
He looked at the table and said, "You are still making cotton-padded clothes, so come over and eat."
He also explained: "Lieutenant Colonel Sneed just asked you not to go to the restaurant, but he didn't say he wouldn't let you eat breakfast."
Yes, he said fiercely later that he would starve her for a day or two.
That was also the punishment if he did it again.
After placing the dinner plate on the table, Regel came over.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the camp worriedly.
Reger smiled contemptuously: "Let them sing, and they will stop when they have finished singing.
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After five days, it will be good if they have the strength to stand up and receive food."
"But if your cousin continues like this, he won't survive even with you protecting him.
Go and persuade him when you have time."
Regeer turned around and left the room.
Before leaving, he asked her to eat breakfast as soon as possible.
After that, just take the plate down for lunch.
Regal was right, she thought so too.
Turning back to the outside, the soldiers beside the barbed wire roared several times to tell the prisoners to shut up, but they could not stop the crowd, so they just let them sing.
The prisoners sang the international song three times and their new national song twice before it ended with more than enough content
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