Before it was time for dinner, Sneijder saw Cheng Qianxun fidgeting and looking out from time to time.
"If you want to go, go ahead."
Cheng Qianxun was stunned by Sneijder's words.
She turned to think of Sneijder and saw that he had a serious expression and an unusually cold face: "Ask the person on duty at the door to accompany you.
No deliveries allowed.”
"It's sir," Cheng Qianxun was secretly grateful.
He followed the soldiers towards the camp.
Before they reached the camp, the prisoners inside whistled.
If they know that nothing will be served today, and they only eat once a day, and there is no water, they will be half dead of thirst if it doesn't rain, and if it rains they will be wet and half cold.
Not to mention the snow falling in the sky now.
Amidst the whistle, Rudolf walked to the door and shouted to the others: "Stop whistling, this is my cousin."
Cheng Qianxun walked to the barbed wire fence.
Rudolph was still wearing his khaki autumn military uniform.
After so many days, the uniform was as dirty as a rag.
"Why aren't you wearing a thick coat?"
She looked to the side and saw a corpse.
Those who died just after arriving were often injured or sick.
Although the coats they wore were full of blood, it was unclear whether they were clean or not at this time.
Rudolf followed her gaze and understood what she wanted to say.
He straightened his back and spoke very grandly: "They are all heroes who sacrificed their lives for the country.
How can I take off their clothes and wear them on myself?"
"The words immediately attracted admiring eyes.
Cheng Qianxun took a deep breath and tried not to get angry in a gentle tone: "Cousin, they are all dead.
A dead person cannot feel hot or cold.
I am not asking you to take off their clothes, but I am asking you to take one.
Wear cotton clothes, if they have souls, they will definitely agree to leave the clothes to you. " Rudolph remained silent after hearing this, as if he had not yet accepted the idea of getting a cotton coat from the hero who died fighting the fascists.
"Comrade Lieutenant, I'd better get one later.
It will be even colder at night."
Several people were advising from the side.
They should be the extra people who came out last time and have not yet been escorted.
Even they were wearing cotton clothes: "Only by surviving can we continue to fight.
Isn't it?"
In order to continue to fight tenaciously and hard against the enemy, Rudolf finally nodded: "Okay, but put others before yourself.
My health is still good.
I won't take it until all my comrades have it."
I want to cry but have no tears.
Heaven, earth, heaven, do you have the ability to make Rudolph more stupid?
Well, he is brave and great.
Traveling back to World War II more than 70 years ago, he became a hero of the country and nation.
"Whatever?"
Cheng Qianxun turned around and left in anger.
"Cousin, let's chat a few more words.
Let's go now," Rudolf shouted from behind.
Let’s chat, let’s talk about your sister.
I hope the temperature will cool down again tonight.
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It can make his brain freeze and wake up a little bit.
Others also shouted: "Lieutenant Rudolf's cousin, don't worry, we will get together at night and Lieutenant Rudolf will not get cold."
Cheng Qianxun then turned around, thanked the others a few times, and rolled his eyes at Rudolph.
But Rudolph, this idiot, still stood there seriously.
Expressions can be included in posters at any time.
It snowed all night, and in the early morning of the next day, the sky and the earth were already completely white.
Sure enough, a truck loaded with things came despite the wind and snow.
Because there were enough manpower and military supplies, Cheng Qianxun stood at the window and looked down.
Soldiers are under the command of junior officers.
Move stuff down from truck.
I originally thought that she really didn't need to make something, but after looking at it, I sighed slightly.
There is a thicker coat on the truck, which is suitable for winter wear.
But coats and thick military jackets were far from able to withstand the Siberian cold snap.
At temperatures of tens of degrees below zero, the glass can be frozen to the point of cracking.
Perhaps this was the last time that supplies were shipped.
During the meal, the officers discussed that it was difficult to send things to the front line.
A large number of trucks were damaged beyond repair, and nearly half of them needed major repairs and overhauls.
Don't count on trains.
Most of the trains were destroyed by the Soviet army, and the European trains did not match the Soviet Union's tracks.
It was difficult to get enough trains to transport only half of the required supplies, and we had to beware of Soviet troops and guerrilla attacks on the way. .
Because this place is located at the rear and is not really a front line, and with the money "collected" from the common people, we can live reasonably well.
It’s hard to imagine what life is like for people on the front line.
Both sides are hungry, bullets fly overhead every day, and artillery shells bloom all around them.
Finally, November ushered in the sky full of ice and snow, and the temperature reached minus 5 or 6 degrees Celsius.
The captives huddled together as much as possible.
They could not run or exercise to keep warm, so they had to use this method.
The hat on my body is covered with snow, which looks like a pile from a distance.
If I walk very close, I can’t even notice it if no one moves.
Everyone was starving to death and freezing to death.
How could they have the strength to confront the Germans tit for tat?
Rudolf finally stopped all kinds of "resistance movements" and turned to encouraging his comrades.
Because supplies became increasingly difficult to obtain, the prisoners' daily food supply also changed from a piece of bread and a potato to only one potato.
And from time to time, someone would be pulled out of the camp and either shot or dragged to the town and hanged.
The residents of the town also became more and more difficult.
All the food was confiscated, and the German army began to stop distributing it.
They only went to the woods to set traps for hunting, went to the river to fish on the thin ice, and peeled off non-poisonous tree bark to cook.
Eat softly, and if you find a mouse, everyone will brave the green light of hunger to catch it.
Equally sad were the German soldiers themselves, who saw that dinner was getting simpler and simpler.
It could be said that it was getting worse and worse, and there were often complaints from officers.
It was more of a joke: Was the honey stolen by a bear?
The meat probably shrank due to the freezing weather.
Cheng Qianxun took one and saw that the bread on it had changed from sliced white bread to brown bread, and there were no eggs.
The plain ones only had canned vegetables and potatoes, and the meat ones only had a thin slice of bacon.
At least the amount given to her was enough to feed her.
Since yesterday, a large number of prisoners outside had died.
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Thousands of frozen and hard corpses were taken out every day, which was equivalent to the last few days of the transfer.
Some even died sitting in the snow with their bodies hunched over.
When the food was distributed, he didn't go to get it.
When he looked at his nose, he had already died.
No one feels sorry for them anymore.
At most, they put themselves in their shoes and think that they might be like this one day.
Moreover, after people die, their portion can be left on the ground.
If you are physically strong, you can go over and grab a potato and you can eat an extra portion.
Only seven days had passed, and when the calendar turned to November 3, half of the people in the camp were gone.
Frozen corpses were piled outside the camp, and they were dragged there from morning to night every day.
And it is said that in Moscow, the temperature does not drop much, and the sky is covered with ice and snow.
Cheng Qianxun ate in silence.
She wanted to put the bacon on Sneijder or Regel's plates so that they could eat more.
Maybe they will be sent out soon.
When all the soldiers are beaten and there are not many left, Berlin has issued an order to hold on and shoot them if they step back.
Then the soldiers here will definitely be transferred there.
At that time, all German soldiers will be fighting a weak and trapped beast with insufficient supplies and clothing to withstand the cold.
When she returned to her room, whenever she heard movement outside, she would open the door and peek outside secretly.
Finally she saw Sneijder coming up.
In fact, it was Regel she wanted to find, but after hesitating, she opened the door.
"Major," she called cautiously.
"Not sleeping yet" Sneijder came over without any surprise.
Looking at Sneijder, he should be in a good mood at this time.
Although he has changed a lot, we can still roughly judge his subtle changes after being together for a long time.
But I really didn’t know what to say, so I finally spit out: “Will you be sent to the front line?”
"Maybe, if there are no more prisoners of war, then everyone here will have to be rearranged."
Sneijder also knew that she had something on her mind: "Is there anything else?"
Cheng Qianxun smiled slightly: "No more."
"Oh.
Then go to bed early."
Sneijder responded lightly and turned to go to his room.
"Major" Cheng Qianxun shouted, stopped Sneijder, and looked at him softly but firmly: "If you are sent to the front line, I will definitely look for you."
Sneijder was a little surprised, but then the corner of his mouth curled up, and he didn't know whether he was laughing at her for not overestimating her abilities, or laughing at her for talking nonsense.
He didn't respond, opened the door, walked into the room in an elegant and proud manner, and closed the door.
Regel happened to walk up and saw Sneijder's door just closing, and she was standing at the door of her own room.
Reger walked into the room: "What did you say to Sneijder just now?"
"I told him that if he goes to the front line, I will definitely go."
Cheng Qianxun told the truth, and she made the same promise to Regel: "Sir, if you are also sent to the front line, I will also I will definitely find you.”
"I may be sent, but Sneijder may not be.
He is from the SS Skeleton Team.
To complete the mission here, do we need to build a prisoner of war camp on the front line?"
Reger is still very relaxed.
After all, the German army has so far still been Those who have the advantage, as for those enemies who are still struggling to their death, will surrender or be annihilated sooner or later.
When troops are needed, no matter what kind of troops they are, they will all be transferred to die.
At that time, Berlin will not make a full retreat like Napoleon did a hundred years ago, but will turn all its advancing supply lines into resistance strongholds.
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At that time, it is necessary to issue an order to defend to the death, even to the last person and the last drop of blood.
In this regard, both sides are very similar.
They are both fighting for the final victory of the war regardless of human life.
It is said that during the defense of Moscow, the German army killed and wounded more than 100,000 people, while the Soviet Union killed several times more.
All there is to say is that one Nazi is worth six Red Army troops.
Cheng Qianxun sighed slightly: "Sir, half of my food is enough.
Otherwise, I will eat in the room.
Please give me the remaining half..."
Regel rolled his eyes: "You want to give it to your cousin again?"
"Yes" Cheng Qianxun added: "Or secretly add it to Major Sneed.
If that doesn't work, you can eat it, sir
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