Rudolf obviously didn't make sense.
He stared and his voice was so loud that he almost shouted: "No, I can't be a traitor if I don't wear anything."
"Cousin" Cheng Qianxun almost jumped on his feet, and his voice became much louder, a bit close to being furious: "Do you want to make me angry to death?
I'm so angry to death, what good will it do to you?"
The little virtue official felt much more angry when he saw her really angry look.
The soldiers nearby were holding back their laughter and watching, as if they were enjoying a comic show.
I scratched my head and hair, I was really pissed off by this bastard.
Well, if it doesn’t bloom here, it will find a way to bear fruit there.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the clothes that were about to be distributed.
They were winter military jackets worn by ordinary German soldiers.
He pointed his index finger at Rudolph's nose, his fingers trembling with anger: "Don't regret it if you don't wear it."
Rudolph was still as hard as a rock: "Yes, I won't wear it."
Cheng Qianxun was so angry that she couldn't help but smile at the young officer in charge.
She even admired herself: "Sir, even a woman can see that giving them your military uniforms is a good intention. , but I always feel that it is not appropriate.
After all, they are still prisoners of war.
What if they wear military uniforms and run away, and then sneak into the front line, can they be clearly distinguished?"
The other party was stunned, and Rudolph shouted: "Cousin, why didn't you say earlier, okay, I'll wear it?"
I have no words to ask the sky. . .
I really am not afraid that my opponent is as powerful as a god, but I am afraid that my teammates are as stupid as pigs.
This time I really realized it deeply, such a profound understanding that I burst into tears.
Sneijder walked out, he must have heard it all.
Wearing a dark SS uniform with a skull and crossbones logo on his hat and collar, he carries a gloomy air wherever he goes, which seems to make people shiver even more than the current temperature.
He walked to the clothes that were about to be distributed.
After rummaging through the clothes, he turned around and ordered: "Go to the town and find some ordinary clothes."
"Yes."
The young officer immediately stood up straight, chest puffed out.
Not moving at all.
If it weren't for such an atmosphere, it would feel a bit funny.
Sneijder put his hand behind his back, turned around gracefully and proudly, and gave Rudolph a look of contempt.
Then go into the house.
He didn't say anything, but his attitude definitely said it all, "Damn you idiot, I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you."
For a moment, his aura silenced everyone, even the little officer exhaled after he left.
Cheng Qianxun stood at the window and looked at the prisoners who had taken a shower and put on the clothes sent from the town, and were walking to the camp under the supervision of soldiers.
These clothes were probably "requisitioned" from the residents of the town, or taken from the homes of "red elements" who had been hanged.
In any case, Rudolf's life was temporarily saved.
There are not many trains left that can transport more than 10,000 people.
They may have to go all the way to Germany or to neighboring Ukraine.
Many more people will die along the way.
The next day the wounded were brought in.
If you don't see it with your own eyes.
I can't even imagine how miserable it is.
It's not like what's shown in movies and TV shows.
The reality is that no matter how serious their injuries are, they are all loaded into trucks and there is no room to lie down.
Unless they are officers who cannot even sit, almost all of them are sitting.
In addition to military trucks, it can be used on all vehicles.
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Even livestock transporters.
The pig manure above was "requisitioned" before even being swept away.
This time, all the seriously injured people were transported.
This place is a thousand kilometers away from Moscow.
They first took a train for a day and a night, and then spent a whole day by car to get here.
Because they were seriously injured, there were cars to sit on and others who could walk.
They all walked over by themselves, so there was still about a day left, and a large number of wounded people were coming later.
Although there is a simple bandage, many people don't survive the ordeal.
Dead people can't be like a war movie.
The doctor couldn't save him, so he covered his face with a surgical cloth, and then led his assistants to observe a moment of silence.
The reality is. . .
"He's dead, carry him out, next one."
The German military doctor who was sent was covered in black blood, raised his hands and shouted loudly in the simplest words.
If he hadn't been wearing a mask, he would have been no different from a butcher in a slaughterhouse.
There is no time to wash hands, let alone disinfect.
All the soldiers and prisoners of war are on the battlefield, and no one has time to pour hot water.
And the current water, even if it is hot water for fifteen minutes, will be bitingly cold, and hand washing will make it worse.
My hands are numb and trembling.
One was carried out immediately, and the other, who was unconscious or still had the strength to groan, was carried like a pig onto the dirty and crude operating table.
There were too many wounded people brought in.
Two thousand seriously wounded people rushed in at once, filling every hospital bed in the camp.
Some were slightly injured and thinner, and the two of them were squeezed into a small single bed.
Cheng Qianxun was also too busy to bother with Rudolph.
She mainly works with a group of soldiers to deliver water and food to these officers and soldiers in the treated area.
Some had no hands and had to be fed.
Those who could not survive had to go to God hungry.
They were carried to the entrance of the camp and lined up.
After their identities were confirmed, their families would receive a death notice.
Without pensions, the Third Reich would collapse in four years; their families would not be able to see the last of them, and they would be buried locally immediately.
By the time they return, it will probably be a long, long time later, and they may never come back. go.
Accompanying their loved ones is only a thin piece of paper, tears and grief.
"Don't be anxious, slow down."
Cheng Qianxun fed a wounded man mashed potatoes.
Even if she is facing the German army, even if it is just to pretend to be working hard, in order to give her stupid cousin Rudolf a chance to survive for her sake.
Cheng Qianxun was still unable to contain his feelings of pity due to such a miserable situation.
Many of them were still very young, but had lost their legs, feet, and eyes.
The one she fed was about an adult, and the tenderness on his face had not faded, but his arms were cut off when he tried to push down the Soviet obstacles with his hands.
This journey made him extremely tired and weak.
"Water, water..."
On the hospital bed next to him was a man who had been injured by a grenade and his eyes were completely blinded.
He is also very young, and he may have a newlywed wife or girlfriend working in a munitions factory in his hometown, waiting for his return.
Cheng Qianxun quickly put down the spoon and turned around, reaching out to gently support his uninjured hand.
There were too many people, and the hospital beds were close to each other.
He said gently: "The doctor said, you can't drink water now." , Just bear with it for a while."
Then I picked up the spoon and fed the one in front of me.
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"Please put the bowl next to my pillow and get me a straw.
Others need you more."
This young man has an upright face and is very polite.
If it weren't for the war, he would be the dream lover of many girls.
After walking around but not finding a straw, a soldier came up with a way to allow the people in the other bed who had not lost their hands to eat by themselves and take care of the people in the bed next to them.
Seeing the person lying on the bed next to him, he was also lying down and reluctantly put the spoon to the young man's mouth; while the young man supported his body and sat on the edge of the bed, stretching his neck and sticking his head out to eat.
Cheng Qianxun sighed slightly and could only That’s it.
"You must drink slowly, don't be in a hurry."
She finally took the time to take care of the blind wounded man on the bed.
After reminding her, she lifted her up and poured it into his mouth as slowly as possible.
If you bleed too much, you may be thirsty for several days.
If you drink a tank of water in one go, you will probably die.
Fortunately, the opponent's hand was also injured, otherwise he would have snatched the water glass away from him if he looked at him drinking water.
Cheng Qianxun put down the cup and helped him back to the hospital bed: "Remind me later and let me help you wipe your lips with water."
"Thank you."
He smiled with his chapped lips: "Your voice is so beautiful, and you must look like an angel."
Yes, he is like an angel, ruthless and snobbish.
If the order was to kill, she would not hesitate to pick up a knife and stab anyone here in the chest.
It's a pity that she doesn't have the ability of an angel, otherwise she would take her teammates out of this ghost place immediately.
"Have a good rest."
She comforted her again.
She couldn't sit any longer.
There were hundreds of people crowded into this tent, but the only people left were her and ten other soldiers.
The town couldn't recruit helpers, and everyone refused to come to help on the excuse of being hungry and in poor health, even if they were paid a pound of potatoes a day and included food and accommodation.
"No, no, I don't want to amputate my legs..."
Howls came from the surgery tent not far away.
Soon after, the doctor's angry voice came: "Press him down... tie him up with a rope..."
It was so noisy that Cheng Qianxun couldn't hear what he was saying to the wounded.
She ran over angrily, opened the curtain of the tent and shouted: "What are you doing?
The wounded need to be quiet."
Several people were holding down a wounded man who was struggling desperately, and Sneijder and Reger also got in.
If you can't persuade them, you can only force them.
Judging from the epaulettes on the army uniform, the military rank is quite high, and he should be at the same level as Reger.
Let's go, never mind her business.
As soon as Cheng Qianxun turned around, the wounded man started howling again.
The decibel level was ninety-nine instead of one hundred.
The shock made his eardrums hurt.
Did he shout slogans on the playground before?
Cheng Qianxun got angry, walked back again, got in among the people, grabbed the collar of his military uniform with both hands, and yelled: "What do you mean, don't look like a bitch, listen, your legs are dead, broken No, if you don't cut it off, you'll die from gangrene.
It's just a leg, and it's not your lifeblood.
It won't affect your ability to pick up girls, and you can show your injured leg to your grandchildren when you get older. , believe it or not, I will slap you.”
Everyone was stunned, including the officer who originally stared with blood-red eyes and refused to amputate his legs.
Seeing that the officer no longer struggled noisily, and looked at the other person's blood-red eyes and haggard but still murderous bearded face, Cheng Qianxun gasped and slowly let go of his hand.
In fact, she felt guilty.
The other party was a lieutenant colonel who got by leading troops in battles, and Reger, the lieutenant colonel, had a lot of talent.
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First of all, the identity he borrowed should have a high level of education, plus he was tall and handsome enough.
He also went to Berlin for a secret checkup.
To appease him, it might have been given to him as an image project.
Even the work tasks can be seen as sinecure at a glance
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