When Regel heard this, he didn't try to grab him and asked loudly: "Does the higher ups still care about us?
They have already told us to die."
He slapped the transfer order with the Nazi emblem with his hand, and supported the desk with both hands.
He bent over, raised his head, and looked at Sneijder sinisterly: "If you see it, if you don't execute it, you will be shot immediately.
That's right, you Do you understand?
This is German.
Since the injury , you can’t read German.
In the hospital, I saw you holding an English version of a German study book and learning it from scratch; you were looking up some English words in a Dutch dictionary, which I didn’t report.
Because I regard you as a friend" Sneijder's face was ashen.
Reger slowly straightened up and looked at him with a deep breath: "You know, we are actually the same kind of people.
We have never learned a language.
We can listen and listen, but we cannot read and write." .
There are many things that show that we are no longer ordinary people, wake up."
"Even if we are not ordinary people..."
Sneijder gritted his teeth and said word by word with a livid face: "We are also the Führer's people.
When I joined the SS, I swore an oath to be loyal to Germany and to the Führer. " "Even if I go to death," this was probably the first time Reger got angry at Sneijder.
Not to mention Sneijder, many other officers and soldiers are like this, and this is their honor.
Cheng Qianxun was afraid that something would happen, so he quickly grabbed Reger and said, "Lieutenant Colonel, don't be like this.
If you have anything to say, please speak up."
Reger was not as impulsive as before.
He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.
Then he said to her calmly: "Cheng, go to my room and take down the clothes you made.
We will take them away."
Obviously he wanted to be alone with Sneijder.
He looked at Sneijder, who still looked bad, a little worriedly, and walked out of the office.
After choosing the clothes, I took them off and walked into the office.
She put everything on the table and divided it into two piles: "This is the lieutenant colonel's, and this is the major's."
Sneijder looked a little strange at this time.
Looking at her with bright eyes, Cheng Qianxun continued to unfold and close it for them to see: "I have thickened cotton coats, and cotton pants can be worn inside.
I didn't have time to make a hat, and I don't think the commander would want to wear it.
So I made a windproof scarf that can cover my entire head and face even with cotton shoes.
After that, I made two pairs of thicker cotton socks with some cotton stuffed in them.
The shoes may squeeze your feet a little when you wear them.
You must wear these yourself and let others do it.
Just peel off the clothes from the Soviet corpses and wear them, otherwise it will be difficult to find ones with your size."
There was also a wine bottle.
She poured the wine from the bottle into the jug, screwed the lid on and stuffed it into Sneijder's winter coat.
Because Sneijder should be calmer than Reger at certain times: "This flask just fits in your pocket, put it in the pocket of your military uniform.
It is concealed and can warm the wine.
Never take it out to drink unless absolutely necessary."
The two of them didn't think she was nagging and listened without saying a word.
Cheng Qianxun tied up the two piles of clothes with ropes.
He looked around at Regel and Sneijder: "No matter what happens, don't think about death easily.
There is nothing you can't survive.
I will definitely come to you, definitely."
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The two people stood on the left and right, watching everything she did and listening to what she said.
Something unexpected happened.
It happened very suddenly. . .
Sneijder hugged her suddenly, lowered his head and kissed her deeply and hotly.
Cheng Qianxun was stunned for a moment.
He had done this once before.
It was because he was drunk and had poor self-control.
And now Regel is right next to him. . .
Sneijder's kiss was so passionate, his sucking and rubbing made her lips red and hot.
Then he became gentle again.
He kissed unscrupulously in front of another Nazi officer, kissing a woman who was completely incompatible with him and did not meet the racial requirements.
Cheng Qianxun couldn't struggle, Sneijder's hug was so tight and so strong.
And the kiss that turned into a lingering moment gave her the illusion that Sneijder was back.
Time seemed to freeze as she stretched out her hand.
He also hugged Sneijder and accepted Sneijder's kiss obsessively.
The love hidden in his heart naturally flowed out at this time.
When Sneijder's lips finally left hers, her feet felt weak and she almost collapsed in front of his dark, sinister and handsome SS uniform.
Sneijder hugged her tightly and looked down at her with slightly red cheeks and panting.
The green eyes were a little less sharp and cold, and had a gentleness and even affection that they had never seen since arriving at this level.
The tone also changed from aloof and proud to gentle: "Don't look for us, wait here, I will come back alive, definitely."
After he let go, he took one last look at her, straightened his military uniform, turned around and walked out the door with a brisk pace but unusually full of energy.
Not long after, soldiers' calls came from outside: "Gather, gather now."
Looking at Sneijder who had changed so much, Cheng Qianxun still seemed to be in a dream until Sneijder left and the sound of a gathering came from outside.
She held her hands on the table, her feet still soft.
His eyes turned to Regel, who had a meaningful smile on his lips, and his voice was weak: "What did you say to him?"
The corners of Reger's mouth were still curled into a smile, and the lines on his lips seemed to be trying to hold back laughter.
Turn your eyes upward first, then look down.
Gao Gaoda was still wearing a Nazi military uniform.
At this time, he actually looked a bit reserved and embarrassed like a naughty child who had done something bad: "Well, ahem, Sneijder is not an easy person to talk to... so... , Uh-huh, I said to him, why do you do this?
It’s because you love him.”
When he heard the end, Cheng Qianxun's jaw dropped and he looked at Reger with his mouth slightly open.
No wonder Sneijder seemed to have suddenly changed as a person, and it's no wonder Regel used this reason.
But it is very timely to say this at this time.
If it were before, before the transfer order came down, all he would get was Sneijder's sneer.
But at this time, they were about to go to the front line to die.
Because of love, a woman said that she would go to the front line full of bomb corpses together, just to save her lover's life.
Any man who wants to go to the front line will be moved by it, even if this woman looks like a pig's head, she will be moved.
At this time, race, height, and appearance become irrelevant in the face of death and love.
There is a woman who loves him, loves him deeply; in order to prevent him from freezing to death, she does everything silently, even when the winter coat disappears, she continues to do it, even though others laugh at her, she keeps doing it, and finally rushes to make it before departure.
Come out; you have to follow him to the front line, for fear that something will happen to him. . .
Sneijder has a good nature and a soft heart.
No matter how many things wrap up the soft heart, it can't bear to know such love.
The strong iron shell surrounding his heart was shattered, and his emotions surged out like a flood from a dam, washing away all racial prejudice and pride.
Cheng Qianxun looked helplessly and powerlessly at Regel, who finally couldn't help laughing.
Needless to say, as an officer who went to the front line together, she made more winter clothes out of love for the two of them.
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People are gathering outside, departure is about to begin, and there are still many things to do.
Regel walked to Sneijder's desk, opened the drawer, took out some things, sat down and started writing and typing at a very fast speed.
Then he concocted three IDs with photos, and Reger handed them to her: "When you encounter the Germans, show them to them.
This ID proves that you are Polish non-Jews and work for the Germans.
Come here.
Sometimes you need to make up some excuses, such as sending information, etc.
If you encounter the Soviet army, hide these quickly. " Cheng Qianxun took it and looked at it.
Her identity certificate had been stuck because Sneijder was stuck.
Unexpectedly, not only hers, but also the other two teammates had it.
She quickly asked: "Where will you go to fight?"
"We start from here, and then pass here, here, and here."
Reger drew on the map with his finger: "Pass through Ribnin, Klin... to Rogachevo, and finally arrive in Moscow."
Cheng Qianxun looked at the map on the wall with a crying face: "This is a German map.
How can I remember that I have to either call Rudolf in or write it down?"
Reger had no choice but to pick up the pen and start writing on the paper.
Cheng Qianxun quickly added: "In English."
Reger rolled his eyes: "Is it best to use Russian?"
"English is enough."
She explained: "Rudolph can't understand, and there's Gordon.
Besides, can you write Russian?"
After Regel finished writing everything, he handed it to her: "After discussing with Sneijder, I can't take you away.
You will go to town together later, and I will ask someone to send the remaining materials for making winter coats."
Go back to your original house, your room, and come to us after you have put on your clothes, or you don't have to come, Sneed and I will find a way to come back alive."
"Okay."
Cheng Qianxun agreed first and carefully stuffed the ID and route and place name into the pocket of his inner clothes.
Then she remembered something and frowned slightly: "But I may not be able to live in it."
Half a month ago, she stood in front of three generations of her ancestors and grandson who were about to be hanged, saying words that were absolute traitors.
If she were in this small town, let alone living there, as soon as the Germans left, she would be beaten to death by the angry crowd, even if she had a Soviet cousin.
As for the American reporter Gordon, don't count on him.
At this time, the power of public opinion is of no use at all.
Instead, she will be said to deserve it.
Reger said softly: "Sneijder has thought of this, and you will do it later..."
There was loud gunfire in the town, it was the Soviet troops captured from the front line.
They were all sent here, and I found that I had too much to take care of, and no one was there to "take care" of these useless people.
The useless ones were naturally eliminated on the spot, so the more than forty prisoners who were still alive were all shot.
The German army was about to rush to the front line.
People in the small town hid in their houses and watched this last tragic scene from the windows on the second and third floors.
The prisoners were marched to the corner in groups of five, and then the soldiers in a row of five waited for the command.
When they heard "shoot", they pulled the trigger, and the prisoners fell in response.
There were also officers who came forward with pistols and shot those who might still be alive
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