Seeing Gordon's size, some people felt pity that he could only stand by the campfire and watch the hot water.
Today they probably saw two of the most unfair things in their lives.
One was that a tall man was bleeding, and the other was that a handsome guy turned out to be a Nazi.
Most of the people here were organized by people who had lost their homes and were temporarily unable to join the army.
Their goal was to attack passing vehicles and people from time to time.
There were not many such guerrillas along the way, and there were only about two or three teams that continued to persevere.
In today's ambush, two trucks came at once, but only one was destroyed.
They pretended to be out of ammunition and food, and used the method of luring the enemy in and concentrating firepower to surround them.
Although they gained a lot, they also lost seven people at once.
After watching them remember their dead teammates for a while, they started chatting and playing cards again, without too much sadness.
It was obvious that they often encountered separations between life and death.
Cheng Qianxun was cooking dinner.
For these Tsarist Russian men, once a woman was around, the task of cooking would naturally fall on her.
Dinner is also simple.
Just open a few cans, pour all the meat and vegetables into the pot, and then pour some wheat flour to make a paste.
When a pot of gray and pulpy stuff was placed on the table, Cheng Qianxun frowned slightly.
I was asked to cook it this way, but when I thought about it, it wouldn’t taste that good, but on my first day, I just had to do as the Romans do.
After filling the bowl, Cheng Qianxun looked at the rotten stuff.
This was probably what dog food was like.
Gordon and Rudolph beside her were holding bowls and looking at her, and the expressions on their faces said everything.
"Snort, snore..."
The dozen or so old men enjoyed the food very much, holding bowls and pouring it into their mouths.
This kind of food is simply darker than British food, but they can still eat it.
Cheng Qianxun's eyes suddenly showed admiration, but if he didn't eat, he would have nothing to eat.
He closed his eyes and poured it into his mouth while holding his breath.
This is delicacies from the mountains and seas, this is crab meat paste, this is the only way Cheng Qianxun can anesthetize himself.
After drinking it all in one breath, he put down the bowl and took a deep breath.
I don't know what it tastes like when I eat it, it's like drinking a bowl of dough.
But at least I drank it Rudolph and Gordon looked at each other, looking ready to fight.
He also followed her example, holding up the bowl with both hands and pouring it into his mouth.
In just one moment, Gordon spat out violently and put some of the vomit in his mouth into the bowl.
Rudolph put down the bowl and held it in for a long time before finishing the last bite in his mouth.
Gordon could only continue drinking, put down the empty bowl and covered his mouth.
When he put down his hand for a long time, he was almost in tears.
But the guerrillas laughed, and one of them asked: "Isn't it hard to eat?
Everyone here doesn't know how to cook it, they all eat it this way.
You can cook it as you like for breakfast tomorrow."
Just say this, otherwise if she eats this every meal, she will definitely surrender to the German army.
I would rather starve to death with one or two potatoes per meal than eat this thing.
It is simply poison.
Everyone sleeps here on the floor.
Cheng Qianxun was assigned in front of the fireplace, which was considered preferential treatment for her.
But lying on the ground covered with hay, Cheng Qianxun felt like he was back in a medieval stable.
I still wonder if these guerrillas were all serfs and didn't care about eating or sleeping.
If you want to be accepted, you must first be diligent.
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Cheng Qianxun got up early and walked to the side where the breakfast supplies prepared last night were piled.
Just four cans and some wheat flour.
Is there anything else that can be done?
Besides, there is only so much wheat flour to control.
If there is no baking powder to bake bread, will it still be boiled into paste?
A scent wafted out.
Some guerrillas were awakened by the scent, opened their eyes, and kept twitching their noses like dogs: "What smells so good?"
Cheng Qianxun used an iron spoon.
He kept shoveling the dry-fried wheat flour in the pot until it turned slightly yellow: "This is called fried wheat flour.
I ate it once when I was a child.
I fried it until fragrant and then mixed it with water.
It should be almost ready."
She filled each bowl equally after filling half a bowl.
Pointing to the hot water pot next to him, he said: "Pour some hot water on it.
If you want it thicker, use less water.
Adjust it slowly."
So these men tried it one after another.
Although they didn't like to do housework, it was part of the meal, just like the sauce for macaroni that you need to mix well.
It’s a rare thing to do once, and it’s quite fun.
After a while, someone shouted: "It smells so good.
It tastes like..."
"Like sesame powder."
"Like fried sunflower seeds."
Cheng Qianxun warmed the can and poured it out: "Let's just eat this as a dish.
Breakfast is done, what are you going to have for lunch?"
The men all enjoyed the meal, so the chief here asked a few of them to go to the woods after eating to see if they had caught anything on the tongs.
The clip can prevent foreign enemies from coming over, and can also catch prey on the way.
It was indeed a good idea.
After eating, several people took guns and went out in tight clothes.
Just sitting there, nothing happens.
Because their work was quite satisfactory, the head here asked them to visit the cellar and see what else could be used.
There were about a dozen steps in the cellar.
Gordon could stand up straight when he went down, and he dug quite deep.
It was filled with various items, most of which were metal gadgets.
There is actually a light below.
A person shakes the simple generator vigorously.
Every time he shakes it, the light can light up for a few seconds.
Under the light, everyone looked at the various items piled around them, as many as a hardware warehouse.
"Typewriter, record player..."
Gordon was a little surprised and curious: "What are they used for?"
"Leave it alone, sometimes we will melt part of it to make some simple weapons."
As soon as the head started, someone shouted outside, and the few people who went out to patrol came back with the harvest.
Everyone hurriedly looked up.
Of course, they had to let each other go first.
Cheng Qianxun and Rudolf went up to the cellar and actually shot a deer.
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Several people were dragging it here happily.
Such a big deer was enough for everyone to eat.
Those who couldn't eat could be left alone.
On such a cold day, it's like a big natural icehouse, where the ice and snow can melt.
Now everyone went to see how to cut the venison, and happily discussed how to cook the venison at noon and evening.
The two legs of the deer were removed, and when they were about to cut them apart, they suddenly heard a series of "beep-beep-beep" transmitter sounds coming from under the cellar.
After everyone looked at each other, their heads immediately rushed down.
Cheng Qianxun also hurriedly went there because he didn't have time to go downstairs, so he lay down at the entrance of the cellar and looked down.
"What are you doing?"
the head roared.
Gordon stood there, as if he was playing something casually.
He retracted his hand with a look of astonishment on his face: "What's wrong?"
The head walked over and looked at the thing he just pressed.
It was a transmitter placed on a pile of equipment.
He quickly pulled the power cord and shouted: "Who connected this thing to the power supply?"
"I, I don't know."
Gordon's face turned pale with fright: "I saw this thing and pressed it a few times.
Will everything be okay?"
"Something's going to happen."
He yelled at him: "If the things you send out are intercepted by the Germans, maybe you can find out the approximate location.
We have intercepted them five times in the past few months, and we are already eager to dig them all out."
Come out and kill us.
If you know we are in this forest, we will definitely send someone to search."
"Then, what should I do?"
Gordon's lips trembled: "I, I don't know, I won't move anymore..."
Seeing Gordon acting like this, it must have been unintentional.
A person next to him said: "Just a few times, there should be no problem.
They said they found it through the band, how can they have such ability."
After hearing this, Tou held back his breath temporarily and pointed his finger at Gordon's nose to remind: "Don't move anything again."
"Yes, yes..."
Gordon nodded.
There was barbecue for lunch.
After eating, everyone sat on chairs and haystacks, dozing off and playing cards.
Cheng Qian looked for an opportunity to ask him about when they would set off to the east.
The answer was, I got a lot of cans this time, and I also got a deer.
Let’s wait until we’ve eaten enough.
This made Cheng Qianxun choke.
They were not guerrillas.
Why did they sound like bandits who specialized in robbing German vehicles?
. .
Let’s talk about it after we’ve almost eaten.
They can wait, but Cheng Qianxun may not be able to wait any longer.
If we wait any longer, Sneijder and Reger may be "sacrificed" on the front line for the Führer's cause.
We can't go on like this, but what should we do?
Rudolf saw the anxiety in her heart.
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When she was cooking dinner, and when he helped her go outside to carry snow and boil water, he whispered softly: "How about running away."
But how to escape is under the eyes of more than a dozen people, and it is impossible to escape unscathed with dogs and supplies.
Then another way is to say it and say that you want to leave.
But if the other party refuses to let them go, telling them will only make them defensive.
He was so worried that even if he was sitting on a haystack, Cheng Qianxun would hold his cheek in his hand and be in a daze, almost without a frown on his face.
It was the beginning of another day.
After breakfast, several people went out to patrol again with guns on their backs.
Cheng Qianxun sat on the haystack, planning to have a showdown.
You can't just lie down and rest after breakfast, then wait for lunch, and then wait for dinner after lunch.
It was already December 7th.
The days were flying by, but she didn't have much time.
Suddenly there was gunshots outside, and then the gunshots became more and more frequent.
"Not good."
People in the room picked up their guns and ran out.
"Let's go out too."
Cheng Qianxun said happily and quickly pulled Gordon along.
Now is a good opportunity to escape "Why don't you go out and get shot?
I won't go out."
Gordon shook his head.
"The Germans are coming," he turned away and came back, shouting at them: "You bring the wounded and come out immediately."
The cellar was opened, and Cheng Qianxun and three others carried the seriously wounded man down the cellar.
"You just hide in there and don't come out."
He said from above to below, and then covered the cellar with wooden planks.
It was dark inside, and only loud gunshots and shouts could be heard outside.
In the cellar, everyone listened nervously.
It was better to let the guerrillas win at this time.
Otherwise, if the Germans discovered them, how would they explain this: