When Natalie saw Cheng Qianxun dig out all the paper patterns he had used to make winter clothes and put away all the sewing and scissors, he walked out.
When the soldiers at the door saw the things in her hands, they not only asked: "That's it, are the things gone?"
Why did Lieutenant Colonel Reger send the four of them here?
It was because there were many things, and they also found out through chatting that this woman did A lot of stuff.
"Well, that's it, let's go back quickly."
Cheng Qianxun took everyone away.
Back at the camp, Regel and Sneijder naturally knew about this and asked her to go.
Cheng Qianxun also happened to ask them for some cotton cloth and cotton.
"You still want to do it?"
Reger was very surprised: "Do you really think we will freeze to death?"
Sneijder sat behind his desk and said nothing, just watching coldly with his usual attitude.
Cheng Qianxun answered easily: "Let's prepare it first, obviously someone still wants it.
Please give me some more materials from the lieutenant colonel and major."
Sneed leaned back in his chair and squinted his eyes slightly: "As long as Lieutenant Colonel Reger calls a few people back, they will definitely find him."
"If you really want to investigate, you will definitely find it, but death is inevitable.
Hang a few people for a few cotton-padded clothes..."
Cheng Qianxun tried to be gentler.
For the Nazis, let alone a few cotton-padded clothes.
Even a potato can kill a person.
She smiled slightly: "It's still too late now.
There have been a lot fewer injured people these days.
I have nothing to do, so I just have time to do it."
Sneijder sneered: "Well, since you are so unafraid of exhaustion, I'll give it to you.
The performance of you and your cousin today..."
He then put on another kind of smile: "It's a fight to speak.
The lieutenant colonel and I and the other two officers are very satisfied.
It can be regarded as a reward for you."
Cheng Qianxun quickly thanked him and then withdrew.
At night, the supplies unloaded from the truck contained what Sneijder had promised.
When the things were taken down, Cheng Qianxun was stunned.
The baskets contained not just cotton and fabrics, but men's cotton-padded clothes.
She picked one up and looked at it.
The size is a bit like the size of three generations of the family who were hanged today.
I don’t know if it belongs to them, so I don’t care, just use them all.
Reiger, Sneijder, and Gordon are very tall, especially Reiger.
One is as good as two ordinary men.
Rudolph doesn’t have to do it, but the other three must be pieced together.
And hats, pants, shoes.
I really don’t know if Sneijder, who is a bit mysophobic, would still choose clothes from dead people if he knew that these clothes would be modified for him to wear.
But when that time comes, I can't care less.
It was already November 15th, and she was not a military enthusiast.
She didn't know when the Soviet army would start their counterattack, but looking at the temperature outside, although it would get warmer from time to time, it would only stay warm for a day or two at a time.
Immediately it was even colder.
She remembered a scene in which several Napoleonic soldiers and several Tsarist Russian women mounted their horses and retreated, laughing and scolding.
A few days later, halfway through the journey, the woman was so frozen that she fell off her horse like a stone.
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And Napoleon's soldiers rushed up.
He took off their fur coats and put them on himself.
The current weather of minus 5 degrees Celsius is still bearable for the German army, but when the real winter comes, they will understand what the Siberian Cold Current is.
Sneijder seemed to be very helpful to her, and it was probably Regel who played a role in it, as her shift was changed from daytime to nighttime.
At night the sick and wounded fell asleep.
Someone is required to work the night shift, but the work is relatively leisurely.
In this case, she can take her needle and thread, sit under the dim night light, and sew winter clothes.
My eyes hurt a bit, I must have overused them these past few days.
Cheng Qianxun stopped.
He rubbed the back of his hand.
It's already November 18th, but I just got one winter coat.
It is said that the German army launched another fierce attack on the 15th and continued to move closer to Moscow.
But she knew that no matter how close it was to Moscow.
Even if they attack the city gates and suburbs, the German army will still fail in the end.
She continued to sew with her head down, and an oil lamp was placed on the table next to her.
He looked up and was slightly startled to see that it was Rudolph.
She whispered: "Cousin."
Ever since Rudolph was knocked unconscious by her and carried back from the gallows that day, he had ignored her.
Even when he saw her, he pretended not to see her and walked far away.
Rudolf turned around, turned his back to her, took two steps and stopped.
After a long time, he suppressed his words: "Don't be too tired."
She laughed suddenly, and after watching Rudolph leave, she lowered her head and continued to work.
While sewing the second cotton coat, November 20th came.
Cheng Qianxun let out a breath, folded the finished cotton coat and put it into the sewing basket.
Her shift was over.
Today was the same as usual, only a few wounded people called her to get a urinal, drink water and so on.
One person in this tent died from his injuries, and he had to be carried out in the middle of the night.
She picked up the sewing basket and took it to the house four hundred meters away.
She entered her room and put the cotton clothes in the closet.
Looking at the three cotton-padded clothes in the closet, I smiled unconsciously.
As long as one more cotton-padded coat is finished, all the cotton-padded clothes will be completed.
Then hats, shoes, etc., can be completed if they can be completed.
If they cannot be completed, the worst case scenario is to put a quilt on the head.
She lay on the bed fully clothed and closed her eyes.
I'm really tired, but that's good, I'll fall asleep soon.
It was noon, and she would really not be able to sleep if Regel hadn't come and knocked on the door every time.
This time Reger obviously had something to do.
As soon as he opened the door, he walked inside and said, "Put all the cotton clothes at my place."
"What's wrong?"
Cheng Qianxun was a little at a loss.
"There are transfer orders on the front line."
Reger opened the closet, and the tall man with long arms took the three cotton coats prepared inside into a pot and carried them to his room: "The reconnaissance battalion of the Guards Division is seriously short of personnel.
This guy was transferred."
After Regel stuffed all the cotton-padded clothes into his well-organized wardrobe, he closed the door and locked it.
He turned around, exhaled, and looked down at her: "It seems your guess is right.
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The supplies can't catch up in time.
It's already minus fifteen degrees in Moscow, but before the cotton-padded clothes are distributed, half of the cars, tanks, and motorcycles are paralyzed." , if it gets colder."
If it gets colder, let alone fighting, all living German officers and soldiers will have no choice but to gather around the campfire and burn precious gasoline to keep warm.
"Okay, let's go have lunch."
Reger led her out.
When they arrived at the camp, food was served.
Reger gave her the greatest treatment, which was to eat in a tent with him, Sneijder and a group of other officers.
There are tables, chairs and benches in the tent, so you don’t have to squat or sit on the snow to eat.
Although an officer looked over, he did not speak.
On the one hand, Cheng Qianxun had sat and eaten together before; on the other hand, everyone knew about the transfer orders of the two SS officers.
Maybe everyone will be sent to the front line.
Even though good news is still coming from the front line now, but the supplies cannot be replenished, how long can such a victory last?
Even if they are loyal to the Nazis and the Führer, after all, they are all highly educated, and most of their brains are not Stupid, you can't fail to see it.
Stupidity is better left to cannon fodder, but they may also become cannon fodder.
The atmosphere was very solemn.
No one spoke, nor did they talk as loudly as before.
They all ate in silence, worrying about their future.
Cheng Qianxun lowered his head and ate quickly, went to bed after eating, and then continued his night shift in the evening.
After eating, she and Regal walked back.
Regel looked around and asked softly: "Will we win or lose this battle?"
There was no need to say that she didn't know.
Reger knew exactly what she knew.
Any quibbles or concealments would cause him to push things further.
She thought for a while and replied: "Winning or losing is not important to you or me.
There must be a way to survive."
"Do you really want that American boy to take us away?"
Reger felt that this was not feasible: "The United States is now very close to the Soviet Union, and maybe it will get involved to gain some benefits.
By then we will not be able to The United States can live in peace.”
The United States would not get involved.
It did not declare war on Japan until Japan attacked Pearl Harbor and felt it was humiliated.
It exploded mushrooms in two Japanese cities and then participated in the Allied invasion of Normandy.
At this time, World War II was coming to an end, and this was the time to spend a small amount of manpower and material resources to get a lot of benefits.
The only way to keep Gordon was to make him seem useful, although this month, he was either eating, sleeping, or drawing in his room with a cigarette in his mouth.
The thing painted is like the one in the advertising poster, a blonde, blue-eyed, thigh-baring American beauty wearing a striped tight-fitting sweatshirt and extremely short blue denim shorts.
It turns out that butt-length shorts were available during World War II.
Many soldiers thought it was a good idea and offered him cigarettes in exchange.
Although the German army had strict discipline and did not allow them to be posted on the wall next to the bed, they could keep them for private collection.
If you can pay for an extra cigarette, you can draw whatever you want; if it's a pack of cigarettes, you can do it without any clothes.
Cheng Qianxun had already thought of her reasons.
She raised her eyebrows: "The United States is just a transit point, and neutral countries are the destination."
Europe is now controlled by Germany, and you cannot go directly to neutral countries such as Switzerland.
So go from the United States and then transfer to Switzerland. . .
Reger finally nodded in approval.
"Oh, no, this is not enough.
It takes a lot of time to draw a picture.
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Give me a little more."
"The cigarette is really gone."
There was the sound of bargaining from the side.
Looking over, it was Gordon who was having sex with a soldier. trade.
Gordon wiped his shiny hair and said coolly, "Wine, chocolate, and butter will also work."
Cheng Qianxun suddenly remembered something and asked Regel softly: "Do you have any wine here?
The best spirits are vodka and brandy.
If not, red wine, white wine, champagne?"
After hearing this, Reger shook his head slightly: "I rarely drink.
In the past few days, all the spirits have been used as substitute alcohol for the wounded, and the supplies have not been picked up."
We can't do it without wine.
We may need it in the future.
Cheng Qianxun quickly asked: "Where is Major Sneed?"
"It's probably gone too."
Regel was also very helpless: "I'll try to find a way to find it."
"As soon as possible, give it to me when you have it, or hide it in a safe place."
Cheng Qianxun suggested: "Even if you exchange it for silver and gold, you have to find a way to get a bottle
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