The house in the town was under the control of the army and Regel was the highest official here, so there was a false sense of security.
But Rudolf, who was still locked up, worried me.
I wonder if he continued to cause trouble while he was locked up.
Oh, no, it should be said that for the heroic fight against German fascism.
The food was brought in by Natalie, and Cheng Qianxun directly gave her the entire piece of bread this time.
She still accepted it silently, expressing her feelings only with grateful eyes.
Maybe such a small piece of bread was only enough to fit between her teeth in the past, but for her, it might be a source of food that could prevent her children from starving to death and not having to sell their lives to survive.
There wasn't much food originally provided to her, and she had to admire Germany's rigorous and rigid style.
Although German food was not that good, when they cooked, they had meters in the kitchen, and salt and oil could be accurate to the gram. , there is also a timer for boiling eggs.
The approximate amount of food provided is based on her weight and calculated in calories.
Without bread, there will be less energy sources, so we need to reduce the amount of activity as much as possible.
As long as there was no need to go out, Cheng Qianxun tried not to go out and sat at the table and continued to make cotton-padded clothes.
In the evening, Reger invited all the officers stationed in the town to accompany Sneijder and another SS officer to eat and chat.
Cheng Qianxun, on the other hand, lay on the bed early and was a little hungry.
Another day begins and Natalie delivers breakfast.
Breakfast has less food than lunch and dinner.
Cheng Qianxun put all the butter in the bread and handed it over.
Natalie shook her head slightly this time: "Ms.
Cheng, it means you haven't had breakfast."
Cheng Qianxun forced the bread into her hand: "Don't worry, don't I still have eggs?
I have a small appetite, eggs and milk are enough."
There is only half a cup of milk, and you will definitely be hungry before noon, and milk Not convenient to take out.
"Miss..."
Natalie hesitated and said, "I told the kitchen yesterday that you didn't have enough food, but they didn't give it to you."
"I'll tell myself."
Cheng Qianxun immediately laughed: "You won't starve me to death, right?"
Natalie broke off half of the bread and put it back on the plate.
Cheng Qianxun thought for a while: "How about you eat here.
Give all the food you receive back to the child, so you can avoid being discovered."
Natalie nodded, stuffed all the bread into her mouth, and took the milk glass handed over by Cheng Qianxun.
I drank half a cup, obviously I had been half hungry for a long time.
At noon, the two of them ate half of their lunch again.
Natasha came over when she was free, and helped her make cotton-padded clothes in the name of tidying up the room.
She also promised to help her get cotton-padded shoes, cotton pants, and cotton hats.
In the afternoon, Regel came back.
In the early morning, Regel took Sneijder and the others to the camp.
Reger knocked on the door and came in, bringing news about Rudolph and Gordon.
Rudolf was locked in the solitary room next to the interrogation room, and he encouraged his companions with motivational words from time to time.
And Gordon is staying there to observe.
The officers and soldiers played cards and even gambled.
They restrained themselves after being reminded by Sneijder who went back to catch them.
When Reger left, he was sleeping after drinking wine.
Gordon is not a big problem, after all, so far.
No one wants to cause trouble with the United States yet, and Cheng Qianxun is very worried about Rudolph.
"He wanted to be a hero so much that he became the most famous among these prisoners.
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However, the SS did not want to satisfy him.
It seems that they do not want to shoot him yet."
Reger said with a wry smile: "It is the rainy season now.
It will rain in the next two days, so it would be better to keep him in the solitary room."
Hear this.
Cheng Qianxun was relieved.
Being in the room, no matter how cold it was, was better than being soaked in the cold rain outside.
Regel would go to the camp once a day and tell her about the situation there when he came back.
Rudolf was not released like the others after being held for three days.
He was taken back to the camp and said that he would be held for another four days to allow him to reflect.
But Gordon was still living in a state of confusion.
In the morning he would smoke, drink and play the piano, then take a nap after eating.
He would get up during lunch and continue doing this.
In the evening, he would start chatting with a group of idle officers and soldiers, boasting about his romantic affairs in many countries and regions.
As well as the customs and customs there, it actually talks about the differences and characteristics of the women there.
Three days passed, and it was October 15th.
It's still raining, and the temperature continues to drop.
If you don't wear a coat at night, you will feel chilly.
When you go out, your hands will be a bit cold.
"Sew like this, then like this..."
Natalie was teaching Qianxun how to make a hat.
She is still very helpful, otherwise the speed would not be so fast.
The door suddenly opened, and Sneijder and Reger appeared in the doorway, along with an SS officer from the interrogation room.
This was the only time they didn't knock on the door.
Natalie was startled, quickly put down her things, lowered her head and stepped aside timidly.
"Sir" Cheng Qianxun stood up a little at a loss, but her vision went dark.
She quickly held her hands on the edge of the table and tried to stand still.
The darkness in front of her eyes turned into dizziness until all the stars faded away.
"Still doing it" Sneijder held a black whip behind his hands with black leather gloves.
The high riding boots stepped on the ground step by step, making heavy footsteps.
On a chair nearby lies a long cotton coat that has been cut and stuffed with cotton.
It will only be sewn carefully in the future.
He stretched out his hand and flipped through the top item: "So many, how many" "Five pieces" Cheng Qianxun secretly glanced at Regeer, and Regeer understood it as soon as he heard the number.
The SS officer came in, took out what seemed to be the largest piece, opened it and looked at it: "This should be worn by men, right?"
"Yes," Cheng Qianxun said bluntly: "This is for Lieutenant Colonel Reger.
I live and eat here for free, and I don't know what to give as a gift, so we just did it together."
Sneijder sneered: "It seems that your cotton-coated Lieutenant Colonel Reger will not be used.
We can have a celebration banquet in the Kremlin before October."
Cheng Qianxun could only bite the bullet and said: "Even if it can't be worn, it can still be used as a quilt.
So make it larger and use it as multiple quilts or mattresses, so that the lieutenant colonel can sleep more comfortably at night."
"It's quite thoughtful."
The officer looked through the others and asked with a bit of cunning: "Even if you wear one piece, who are the other three pieces for?"
You can't say it is for three people.
Cheng Qianxun said what he had made up long ago: "One for my cousin, one for Major Sneed, and one for replacement.
If any officer doesn't If you don't like it, you can give it away, sir."
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The officer looked at the heavy cotton-padded clothes that were covered in dirt and laughed a few times: "It's better to give it to the major.
Military supplies will be sent out soon, and I don't need it."
"Yes, sir."
Cheng Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief.
If he really wanted it, he would spend more time making another one.
As soon as he relaxed a little, Sneijder's whip was stretched out, and his heart suddenly lifted again.
Sneijder put the whip on her shoulder, his blue eyes extremely bright and sharp: "You look very bad."
I haven't eaten enough every meal, so it's strange that my face looks good.
Cheng Qianxun quickly said: "Maybe he didn't sleep well."
Sneijder raised his head proudly and signaled in a commanding tone: "Hands out."
Although he didn't know what to do, Cheng Qianxun still stretched out his hand obediently.
"Hold it and don't move it."
Sneijder looked at her hand raised in the air, trembling slightly, with a hint of contempt on the corner of her mouth, and his jade-like green eyes squinted at Natalie, who dared not say anything.
"Put it down."
Sneijder removed the whip from her shoulder and walked out: "From today on, if you eat every meal downstairs, it will be my order."
Everyone followed Sneijder out, while Natalie standing next to her looked ashen.
In the past three days, she and Cheng Qianxun had shared a meal every meal, saving the food she received and taking it back to her two children.
She learned from her mouth that the food they received was simply not enough to eat, and with the wild vegetables and roots in the fields, they could only make ends meet.
If it were any less, people might starve to death.
If she went downstairs for every meal, it would be difficult for her to hide the food in full view of the public, not to mention that Sneijder might make her hungry, so Cheng Qianxun had no choice but to do so.
The corners of Natalie's mouth twitched slightly and she forced a smile: "I'm not hungry yet."
"I will find a way again."
Cheng Qianxun comforted softly.
Cheng Qianxun was notified by the soldiers at the door, and after receiving permission, he walked in.
In the office, vinyl records were playing on the side while Reger, Sneed and the officer were chatting over coffee.
The wine will have to wait until evening, and it is daytime now.
"What's the matter?"
Regel asked.
She then said: "Sir, please allow me to prepare lunch for the officers."
Sneijder turned his head to the officer and said, "I've eaten it once, and the chicken soup she cooked was delicious."
"It's a rare change of taste."
The officer naturally accepted it happily, so Regel allowed her to make lunch.
It's still the same as last time, but there's nothing we can do about it.
Those are the only supplies anyone asked to send.
These supplies may already require gold to buy outside, but in besieged Moscow, diamonds may be needed in exchange for a piece of meat.
When he was almost ready, Cheng Qianxun looked at the trash can and asked: "How is the garbage inside handled?"
The cook replied: "Throw it away."
When Cheng Qianxun heard this, he immediately squatted next to the trash can, poured all the peeled potato skins into a small basket, stood up and stuffed it into Natalie: "Take it away."
Natalie stared at the potato skins, and Cheng Qianxun's eyes were sharp: "If you don't throw it away, will it go rancid if you leave it here?
By the way, throw it away.
I hate this smell the most.
Be careful and it's not easy to reconcile."
The cooked food tastes mixed.”
When Natalie heard this, she took the basket and walked out quickly, almost trotting.
Others in the kitchen could only watch.
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Who said it was thrown away, so there is nothing wrong with asking people to throw it away
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