Regeer thought for a while: "There should be more.
I'll try it."
As soon as he entered the room, he heard a slightly drunk voice coming from the restaurant: "It turns out to be Miss Cheng and Lieutenant Colonel Reger."
It turned out to be two SS officers.
They were drinking wine in front of the fireplace.
They saw an empty bottle on the table, and half of the other bottle had been removed.
It was obvious that they had drank a lot.
It is a vodka with an alcohol content of over 50%.
"Why are you still drinking?
You will be leaving in half an hour."
Regel frowned slightly.
An officer stared with gray eyes, holding a wine glass in his hand, pointing his index finger at Cheng Qianxun, who was standing next to Reger, and said quite clearly: "Where did the cotton coat you made go?"
"What are you doing?"
Regel stared back, trying to suppress her with his military rank: "She is following my order, and the things she prepared are of course military supplies.
I will make overall arrangements then."
"Come on, come on."
He waved his other hand fiercely: "As expected, she was right.
That damn Stalin really wanted to hold back the German army...
It's impossible for the cotton-padded clothes to be issued."
As a special agent of the SS, he should know better.
He looked miserable, holding a wine glass and panting.
The collar of his straight military uniform was opened, and the shirt inside was unbuttoned.
He looked decadent and desperate: "Transportation is only To be able to meet half of the requirements, we must first transport artillery shells and troops.
The supplementary troops are far from enough to go over now, which is tantamount to death."
He stared at Cheng Qianxun with blood-red eyes, stood up suddenly, and took out the pistol from his waist: "Where is the cotton coat, hand it over."
"Are you crazy?"
Regel stopped in front and roared loudly.
"Lieutenant Colonel" Cheng Qianxun held Reger's arm and took the initiative to stand in front, looking at the half bottle of wine in the other man's hand: "Do you want cotton-padded clothes?
Okay, I'll give you the half bottle of wine in exchange." ” Reger turned his head and said softly: "I should be able to get the wine.
There are always one or two bottles in the town."
Cheng Qianxun replied softly: "They are all drunk, let's talk about cotton clothes or wine.
Which one is easier to get?"
Reger stopped talking, of course it was the cotton coat.
After a person dies, cotton-padded clothes cannot be taken away; and the wine has been almost consumed.
Searching the entire town may only be able to get no more than five bottles.
And now they are decadent.
Suddenly I remembered the cotton-padded clothes.
It was too late to go to the town to search for them, so I could only ask Cheng Qianxun nearby.
When he heard that he wanted to exchange wine, since nothing would change here unless he drank to death, the other party naturally agreed happily.
I saw another man take out a small flask from his pocket, open it and take a sip.
This thing is good, you can store a quarter of the wine in your pocket, and it is sealed without leaking.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the small metal wine flask: "You can change the wine to another one, and this wine flask can be replaced with another one."
"Okay."
This guy grabbed the aluminum wine bottle from another person's hand.
He screwed on the cap and handed it over.
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"What are you doing?"
The other person stared with blood-red eyes.
"Are you going to continue drinking, or do you want to find a way not to freeze to death?"
This gray-eyed officer obviously understood more clearly what he would encounter on the front line.
Cheng Qianxun gave everything to Regeer and motioned for him to get it quickly.
Although Regel was a little unhappy, he still took the wine bottle and flask and went upstairs.
After a while he took down two pieces, one of which must have not been modified into a trumpet.
The two SS officers grabbed it like a grab, trying to choose as big a piece as possible.
"They are all the thickest.
Even if it is dozens of degrees below zero, they should still be able to keep warm."
Cheng Qianxun still felt a little helpless.
She had to sew one more piece.
The gray-eyed officer grabbed the large one and muttered: "You woman is as shrewd as a Jew."
Cheng Qianxun smiled slightly and made no excuse.
As long as the goal was achieved, she and Regal left the restaurant together.
Needless to say, Reger asked someone to send the two drunken SS officers away, and then went to the town to find cotton-padded clothes and various other warm clothes.
If there was wine, he would get them all.
Cheng Qianxun hurriedly worked harder and now only focused on the function of keeping warm.
No matter what is beautiful.
The cotton-padded clothes they brought were larger than before because Reger had ordered them to be as large as possible.
She cut open the cotton-padded coat that suited Regel's figure, and then stuffed all the cotton from another pair of cotton-padded clothes inside.
This will speed things up, it's almost December already.
It is said that the snow in Moscow is almost one meter deep.
Although the German army has attacked very close to Moscow and only needs to advance about a few kilometers to break through, they are still facing fierce resistance and are struggling.
The injured could not be transported, and many cars simply stalled and could not be started due to low temperatures.
The entire camp seemed deserted.
Apart from the blanket of snow and the officers and soldiers doing nothing, there were not even a few sparrows.
Cheng Qianxun is still working hard on making winter clothes.
She must rush out two pairs first.
Currently, only Sneijder and Regel have the highest official titles in the entire camp, and others will not take them away.
"Beauty, why are you still doing this?"
Gordon appeared.
There were not many wounded people here, not many corpses, and he had earned enough cigarettes.
Seeing his smiling face, Cheng Qianxun asked angrily: "Why haven't you left yet?"
"I can't leave."
Gordon sighed slightly: "My passport and press pass are still in custody.
Do you think I want to stay here?"
"Oh."
She said casually.
With the current tight situation on the front lines, who would care about a detained American journalist?
If there is no feedback from the superiors, then the following will continue to detain him.
"Do you know a story?"
Gordon was very interested in chatting.
He seemed to be a natural talker.
He didn't speak for a whole day and was so worried: "It's called Wild Swan.
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It was said that there was a princess whose ten brothers were taken by her stepmother.
The queen turned into a wild swan, said the fairy She needed to weave a coat with stinging nettles to get rid of the witchcraft, but she could not speak during this period.
She knitted it with nettles every day.
A king passed by while hunting and saw her beauty and liked her very much, so he took her back and made her a queen.
Queen."
"I know" Cheng Qianxun was a little impatient, and Gordon's nagging annoyed her: "Later, the bishop saw her going to the grave to pick nettles, and said she was a witch, but she couldn't defend herself.
She said nothing before being burned to death.
She was knitting without hair.
When she was about to be burned to death when she was knitting the last piece, her ten brothers flew over.
She threw the coat into the sky, and the ten wild swans turned into humans.
The last one was because the sleeves were not finished.
One hand still looks like a wing."
She let out a long sigh, put down the work in her hands, and looked up: "Mr.
Gordon, I am not mute and can speak.
Either you can do it for me or chat with other people.
I really don't have time."
Gordon wrapped his hands tightly in his woolen coat, with a smile on his face: "I saw that it was too boring for you to do this, so I came to talk to you."
She said angrily: "Is it because I am the only woman here?
You don't want your skills in picking up girls to get rusty, so start practicing on me?"
When Gordon was about to say something, suddenly there was an uproar outside.
"We have been transferred to the front line, and we will leave tonight..."
The news was undoubtedly a thunderclap, shocking everyone.
We are going to the front line, but it is so cold in Moscow now, and it is difficult to drive along the way.
It is said that for the troops going ahead, their cars stall or get stuck in the snow almost every day, and they need to be pulled out manually.
Going to the front line at this time, more people than a month ago, believe that it is not to serve the country or the head of state, but to die.
When Cheng Qianxun heard this, he immediately put down his cotton-padded clothes, picked up his sewing basket and walked out.
The officers and soldiers outside had already started talking loudly.
Anyway, the SS officer responsible for reporting had already been sent to the front line for investigation.
Cheng Qianxun walked towards the house with a sewing basket.
When he saw the guard at the door, he asked, "Where are Lieutenant Colonel Reger and Major Sneed."
When I walked into the office, both of them were there.
Sneijder sat behind his desk, looking at the paper in his hand, with a solemn expression and a pale face, almost as if he had seen the Seduction Order.
She placed the basket in her hand gently beside her and walked in.
Sneijder raised his head and placed the paper in his hand on the table.
It was a transfer order with the seal of the Third Reich.
He looked at her with green eyes, and after a long time, he slowly asked with a bit of despair: "Is it true that we can't return to Germany?"
Cheng Qianxun shook his head: "Not necessarily."
Even if they are captured, they have a one-tenth chance of surviving until the war, and as long as they survive this year, it will be over.
After thinking for a while, she decided on one thing: "Take me with you."
Sneijder looked at her in astonishment, as if he had never known her before.
"Take me to the front line with you."
Cheng Qianxun risked his life.
Even though he has only made two cotton-padded clothes so far, there are many cotton-padded clothes collected from everywhere.
He can wear ready-made ones, and at most two more: "As a field nurse, secretary, Translation, anything is fine, take me with you.”
Regel was a little excited, but also helpless and said: "This is not possible, we can't take you there."
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"Then give me a car, or something else."
She had to find a way.
She walked over, looked at Sneijder and said resolutely: "Order Rudolph and Gordon to be under my control, and let them lead the way."
Follow me to the front line.”
"What are you going to do?"
Sneijder simply couldn't understand.
He leaned back in his chair and looked at her with his head tilted slightly: "That's the front line, and war is no joke.
A shell can kill you at any time, and there's still one there." .”
Cheng Qianxun interrupted the Nazi officer for the first time and retorted: "I know, I know everything.
It's still freezing and snowy there, and in December the temperature will drop to dozens of degrees below zero, and the glass will freeze and crack.
I have to go, I must If you want to go, I must see you alive."
Sneijder was really shocked.
If he would have laughed at it before, he really didn't take it to heart.
But now that reality is in front of us, if this woman is still so insistent, there must be a reason.
After hearing this, Regel walked to the cabinet next to him, opened the cabinet, took out something from it, and threw it on the table: "This is Gordon's ID.
I promise you that the war criminal Rudolph and the reporter Gordon will be under your control." , it’s up to you whether you want to leave or stay.”
"Are you crazy?"
Sneijder stood up suddenly and quickly reached for the ID on the table: "How do you explain to Berlin?"
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