Looking at the captain's questioning eyes, Cheng Qianxun said calmly: "I don't know him."
Gordon suddenly shouted: "You guys can't just point fingers at people to save your life.
When did we meet and still live together?"
"Humph, that's nonsense."
Rudolf continued to cut the elk meat with a knife.
After cutting it off, he still threw it into the basin next to it.
This guy said anxiously: "It's true, they were with the German army's car.
After being captured by us, we took them back together.
They said they had a grudge against the German army.
There were also two photos.
What were they called?
I Forgot.
Anyway, he’s pretty handsome.”
Rudolf pointed with the meat-cutting knife: "This guy is so annoying, stay away.
If you believe his nonsense, come and call me again.
I'm still busy before you see me."
The captain looked at Cheng Qianxun: "What can you explain?"
"Explain what?"
Cheng Qianxun asked in turn: "Do you believe in a guerrilla, or do you believe in a person who has been trying to find ways to get food every day these past few days?"
After all, the captain was just an army manager, not a professional SS soldier.
He was a little at a loss now: "I want to report this to Berlin."
"Then several SS soldiers were sent to examine you together."
Cheng Qianxun sneered: "Then they reported to the superiors, and you were responsible for this matter."
The captain's expression suddenly changed.
He naturally understood the stakes involved.
"Would you like me to handle all the responsibilities for you?"
Cheng Qianxun raised his eyebrows.
The captain didn't know what she was going to do, since he hadn't come to his senses yet.
Cheng Qianxun took the gun from the soldier next to him, opened the bolt, and aimed a shot at the guy.
With a "pop" sound, a bloody hole immediately appeared on his forehead.
The guy stared back and fell straight back.
Cheng Qianxun gave the gun to the soldier and said slowly: "After careful investigation, it was found that the person who sent the telegram was a guerrilla and he has been shot.
The matter is over."
The captain gaped at the body.
After a while, he slowly asked: "In case it happens again in the future..."
"Definitely not."
Cheng Qianxun was very calm: "The messenger is dead, how could there be anyone still sending the message?
Even if there is, if we check again, everyone will be here.
Or it will be a new spy.
In a few days The sky may have retreated to the rear, who would come to this place to report?"
The captain thought for a moment and waved his hand: "Hang him at the door and report to the top."
When the war lasts longer, fanatical patriotism will inevitably be worn away by reality.
If you want to survive, you must first have a clear mind.
The body was hung at the door, with the German words "guerrilla" and "spy" written on it, for fear that others would not know what happened.
In fact, Cheng Qianxun knew that this guy had more than just a gun.
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I don't know how to send a telegram at all, and I don't know anything about passwords.
But at least there is someone to solve the problem and take the blame.
With the prey and the newly delivered supplies, the dinner was sumptuous, and even Gordon was given a pack of cigarettes.
Watch him quickly open it and take out one.
He lit a fire in the fireplace, took a deep breath and held it for a long time before spitting it out, looking satisfied.
Rudolf took a pack of cigarettes and said, "I don't smoke.
Do you have any wine?"
The soldier distributing supplies said: "Only alcohol."
"Alcohol is fine, I just want to drink."
Rudolph looked helpless, almost like an alcoholic.
"If you don't want to be poisoned, don't drink it."
Cheng Qianxun opened the cigarette he gave her.
Each soldier threw one: "I won't smoke either, let's share it with everyone."
Rudolf was about to stuff the cigarette into his pocket: "I'll keep it.
Maybe I'll try one before I die."
"Don't keep it either."
Cheng Qianxun snatched it up and threw it to the soldier with a smile: "Hurry up and divide it, hurry up."
The soldiers were so happy, but one pack was not enough.
One more pack will be enough.
So he smiled and gave each of them a cigarette while Rudolph screamed in pain, and the one who was smoking put the cigarette to his ear.
After dinner, she returned to her room, a place where forty people could sleep.
Currently there are only three of her and her teammates.
Opening a small cabinet, she reached out and touched inside.
The cotton coat was still there.
He stood up again, walked to a relatively remote bed, squatted down and reached out to touch the corner under the bed.
The small glass bottle is also there, the small bottle containing wine.
Everything was there, and she stood up with confidence, walked to the window and looked out.
The fog on the window turned into frost.
She picked up a piece of cloth next to her and wiped it.
It was getting dark outside, but you could still see a frozen body hanging at the door with a small lamp on.
Gordon walked in, walked directly to her, and handed her a hot drink: "Cocoa, I added some milk today."
"Thank you" Cheng Qianxun took it and took a sip.
It’s been three days since I’ve had hot cocoa, and I finally got it again today.
Gordon drank cocoa, looked outside, and after a long time said softly: "Will I end up like this in the future?
I will die in your hands."
"No."
Cheng Qianxun replied firmly: "Unless you want to kill one of the other three people."
She added: "Whoever strikes first, I will kill first."
Gordon looked at her deeply, less cynical, and suddenly burst into laughter: "What a mysterious woman."
Cheng Qianxun didn't answer.
The less he said, the better.
Gordon obviously wanted to know: "What did you do before?"
She smiled faintly: "It's not important, just like what you do, it's not important."
"It's really not important" Gordon said doubtfully.
She looked at Gordon and smiled: "Yes, it's not important."
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Gordon didn't say anything more, took the cup and went out.
Cheng Qianxun looked at the corpse hanging at the door, raised his cup and murmured to himself: "Whenever you see Satan or an angel after your death, you should say hello to them and say that I am still alive."
On December 17, the Soviet army's counterattack became more fierce, capturing several cities successively, and the troops in the front finally retreated here.
This time there were about 30,000 people, and preparations had been made here for a long time.
The house naturally became a residence for the sick and wounded and officers.
With so many people, the house is not enough to live in, and the tents set up are only enough to accommodate half of the people.
Dozens of bonfires were lit inside and outside the courtyard, and fish soup was boiling on the fire.
"Who has seen SS Major Sneijder and Army Lieutenant Colonel Reger?"
Cheng Qianxun asked patiently while ladling soup to the shivering officers and soldiers.
Even though her mouth was dry and her voice was a little hoarse, she kept asking.
"Cheng, Cheng" a soldier ran over: "Your cousin asked you to go and say that an officer knows Major Sneed."
When Cheng Qianxun heard this, he immediately gave him the spoon in his hand, turned around and ran towards the house.
She was startled when she saw the person.
He was either a stranger or a grey-eyed SS man who used to be at the station.
If it weren't for his special eyes, he would be almost unrecognizable at this moment.
He was lying on the lower bunk of the hospital bed.
His face was covered with stubble, and he had lost weight several times.
Only a month had passed, and his appearance had completely changed.
"So it's you.
Do you know where Sneijder and Regel are?"
Cheng Qianxun walked over and picked up the patient registration in front of the bed.
What is written above is not optimistic, because one foot is frozen to death due to the cold.
She put down the registration and looked around: "Where did the cotton clothes go?"
His expression was still indifferent, but this time he was probably feeling sad for his fate: "Don't forget, we have a colonel above us.
Except for major generals and above, no one has cotton-padded clothes.
It's really a shitty logistics department."
"Even if you let the SS serve as the logistics department, it can't change the cold current in Siberia."
It turned out that the cotton clothes were taken away by the people on the next floor.
Cheng Qianxun walked over and asked again: "Where are Sneijder and Regel?
Somewhere, he won’t die, right?”
She suppressed her nervousness and looked at the other person.
He replied: "Either dead or not able to evacuate in time."
Cheng Qianxun took out the map from his pocket and opened it: "Where did you last see them."
Knowing the approximate location of Sneijder and Reger, Cheng Qianxun folded the map and said to Rudolf next to him: "Get ready to leave.
Go and get the dog."
Gordon, who was also beside him, became anxious: "What, I won't go to the front line?"
Cheng Qianxun stuffed the map into his cotton-padded coat pocket and looked at him coldly: "Even if I am going alone, I will go."
After saying that, he began to walk to every place where supplies were hidden and took out the things he had prepared.
"You don't want to go either.
It's over 40 degrees below zero.
How many days can a person survive there?"
Gordon followed her and kept persuading: "If they are alive, they will definitely come here."
She opened up the bricks and took out the small glass bottle containing wine.
She stuffed it into the breast pocket of her cotton-padded coat.
Holding the cotton-padded coat in one hand, she pushed Gordon away with the other and walked out of the building: "I've been here for seven days.
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I don’t want to wait any longer.
You can either come with me or stay here and stop talking nonsense.”
Rudolf had tied the dog to the sled and had the skis ready.
The speed was fast.
"Well, I wish you good luck."
Seeing that Cheng Qianxun had decided to leave, Gordon stood by helplessly.
"You go too."
Rudolf looked at him sinisterly: "Otherwise I will tell you that you are a spy."
"What?"
Gordon almost jumped up.
He looked around and then gritted his teeth and threatened softly: "Then I will tell others which side you are on, and no one can leave."
"That's enough."
Cheng Qianxun was so angry that his forehead almost swelled: "It doesn't matter if neither of you goes, I can go alone."
"That's not okay."
Rudolph held on to the dog's reins tightly and faced Gordon: "Can you bear to let a woman go alone?
My cousin has saved your life several times.
If you don't understand how to be grateful, then it's okay."
Not worthy of being a man.
If you are a man, go along."
When Gordon was hesitating, the captain came over: "I heard you are leaving."
"I will go alone, and the two of them will stay."
Before Cheng Qianxun finished speaking, Rudolf said that all three of them should go.
The captain was obviously not here to say goodbye.
He said extremely sternly: "None of you three are allowed to leave.
I am the commander here and I have the final say
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