Along the way, we encountered several groups of people, and there were small battles everywhere.
If you come here to inquire, if you talk to people and talk nonsense, if you encounter someone who is entangled and refuses to let you go, you have nothing to say, and you will be killed.
Regel was a little dazed when he saw Cheng Qianxun wipe the bloody knife clean on the body of a freshly dead Soviet soldier, and then stuffed it into his sleeve.
She carries at least three knives on her body, at the back of her waist, in her sleeves, and in her leggings, which can be drawn out at any time.
The technique is mostly to wipe her neck, making it bloody.
She was a woman.
When the other party's attention was focused on the three men, especially since Reger was such a big man, she struck quickly and ruthlessly, without giving the other party a chance to survive.
Gordon next to him said: "You will get used to it."
Rudolph said with a bit of helplessness: "If you don't like it, just do it yourself."
Reger had not yet recovered.
Cheng Qianxun held on to the sled and said: "Let's go".
There is no time to linger.
Anyway, the cotton clothes on these corpses will naturally be peeled off by the passing German soldiers, and the corpses will be picked up by wild animals.
There was no figure of Sneijder along the way.
Cheng Qian was looking for him anxiously.
It was getting dark and the wild wolves were about to come out to eat the corpse.
Although the wild wolves were full of fat and fat, it was impossible for a large group of more than forty or fifty of them to see a living person and want to eat hot fresh meat.
Rudolf pulled the reins suddenly, and the sled stopped.
Not far away was a cabin.
He shouted: "The dog is tired, look for it tomorrow."
The eight dogs were panting, their tongues stuck out for a long time, their breath was thick and white like milk, and their faces were covered with frost and snow.
"Then drag him to death."
Cheng Qianxun said coldly.
"Don't do this" Gordon shouted: "Without the dog, we will die here."
Rudolf also persuaded: "This is a big place.
If the dog dies, we will have to spend more effort to find people or go back."
After hearing this, Cheng Qianxun took his feet off the ski cover, went to the sled to get the poles, and then walked back and put on the skis again: "Regel, take the dog into the house, light the fire and wait for us."
"What are you looking for?"
Gordon shouted: "It's almost dark.
I'm tired too."
"Okay."
Cheng Qianxun gasped, and the cold air poured into his mouth through a layer of scarf.
It was still so cold, so cold that it felt like his front teeth would freeze off: "You also follow Reger to rest.
Regel.
Let.
He goes to chop wood for a fire and cook meat and boil water.
You hold a gun and stay away from him.
If he dares to leave with a dog, shoot and break his legs. " Reger and Gordon looked at each other.
If it weren't for the scarves covering their faces, they would have looked strange.
Gordon complained: "You have to do so much work, this and that are rest.
Okay, I'll go with you."
Cheng Qianxun told Reger: "Take off all the Nazi clothes on your body and hide them.
When you see the Soviet army, pretend to be a commoner.
Do you understand?"
After that, he slid on his skis and continued to move forward.
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Skiing is not something that can be learned instantly.
She and Gordon learned it while hunting and fishing at the previous station.
Gordon learned very quickly, but she fell countless times.
Unexpectedly.
She, a person with extremely poor balance skills and even riding a bicycle crookedly, actually learned how to do it.
While gliding along, the small-scale gunfights were gone.
Both the Soviet and German troops were burning bonfires on the spot, and no one wanted to continue fighting.
Sometimes the campfire was only three or four hundred meters away, but everything was still peaceful.
Or wait until your body is warmer, then hold the gun to see if it is one of your own.
This is the Siberian cold.
It's so cold that when you eat a popsicle, it feels warm.
We often encounter corpses, both from Soviet and German troops.
The Soviet troops are often stripped of their winter clothes.
No one collects these corpses.
They both have too much time to take care of each other and save their own lives.
No matter what the corpse is.
Each corpse was frozen hard and kept the same appearance as when it died, lying in a mess.
While passing through another forest, something suddenly caught Cheng Qianxun's attention.
It's a hip flask.
This hip flask looks familiar.
That was what she stuffed into Sneijder's cotton coat when he set off.
The man next to the wine pot, wearing a black SS coat, was lying on his side curled up on the snow, his body half buried in the snow, and his hand stretched out as if he was holding something.
He was probably holding the wine flask, and after he fainted, the person passing by behind him pulled it from his hand, and threw the wine away after finishing the wine or having already finished drinking it.
Cheng Qianxun stopped suddenly, stretched out his feet from the skis, and ran toward the man step by step in the snow that reached his calves.
Gordon and Rudolph also stopped quickly and looked sideways.
Even if there are only three or four steps, it is very difficult to run.
Finally arriving, Cheng Qianxun turned the man over with force, wiped away some of the frost on the other person's face with his gloved hands, and immediately shouted with joy: "Sneed, come here quickly, we found him. " When Gordon and Rudolph heard this, they immediately took off their skis and rushed over.
"Sneijder, hold on."
Cheng Qianxun hugged Sneijder, who didn't know whether he was dead or alive, and shouted anxiously: "You hear me, you must not die."
Gordon walked over and the first thing he said was: "Are you dead?"
Rudolph glared at him, but Gordon still said with a big mouth: "It's all stiff.
If you don't die, you will be useless.
Oops."
Rudolph hit his ribs hard with his elbow.
Cheng Qianxun quickly took out the flat glass bottle from his cotton coat and brought the bottle close to Sneijder's already white lips: "Drink some wine quickly, hurry up."
But how could Sneijder drink it?
The amount of wine poured into his mouth would flow down.
It was like she was half frozen to death in the snow, unable to swallow it at all.
She was still awake at that time, but Sneijder closed his eyes tightly and looked like he was not breathing at all.
She immediately poured the wine into her mouth, holding the wine, mouth to mouth, bit by bit, adding the vodka that was a bit warm and could tingle her tongue, bit by bit.
Sneijder saved her in this way at that time.
After drinking, as long as the person is still alive, even if Sneijder's lips are as cold as ice now, the body will definitely be warmed up by then.
At least that's how she comforted herself.
If Sneed died, she would go crazy.
After feeding it all in one mouthful, she took another mouthful and continued feeding patiently little by little.
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The swallowing function must have disappeared.
I can only slowly slide it down the esophagus into the stomach, not too fast, otherwise I will choke.
At this time, Sneijder's body, even if he choked, had no strength to spit out the wine through coughing.
At this moment, she deeply felt how Sneijder felt when he fed her wine.
My heart is burning like fire, but I have to be slow.
After the third sip of wine, Sneijder's chest finally rose and fell significantly, and he opened his eyes.
Seeing Sneijder's blue eyes, although the pupils were still dilated and appeared to be deep-set, Cheng Qianxun was so excited that she pressed her face against his cold face.
Her smile was probably uglier than crying, and she kept mumbling repeatedly.
Muttering: "Sneijder, Sneijder, that's great..."
Gordon and Rudolph were stunned, standing there blankly, maybe their mouths behind the scarves were open.
It was only about two kilometers away from the wooden house.
Cheng Qianxun thought about going back first.
After all, there were more Soviet troops than wild wolves outside.
Even if his hands and feet are disabled, as long as Sneijder survives.
Rudolf went back to the cabin to get the dog sled.
At his speed, a round trip would only take half an hour at most.
Cheng Qianxun untied his cotton-padded clothes, held Sneijder in his arms, and kept rubbing his whole body, especially his hands and thighs.
Gordon also sat down, put Sneijder's legs on his own, and helped rub them together.
He looked around: "This guy has found a really good place.
The terrain here is high."
In the lower areas, the bodies were almost completely buried in the snow.
"Drink a little more wine and drink slowly."
Cheng Qianxun put the bottle to Sneijder's mouth again.
Although Sneijder was shaking from the cold, he at least survived and was able to drink by himself.
Gordon looked at it and suddenly said: "You really love him."
Love?
Maybe, maybe not.
After all, Sneijder is not the Sneijder before.
He has forgotten everything and is a Nazi.
But Cheng Qianxun knew that as long as he survived twelve more days, the old Sneijder would come back.
Gordon's tone was a little heavy: "Even if I know there will be no results."
Cheng Qianxun didn't say anything.
He closed the lid of the wine bottle and stuffed it under his arm to keep it warm.
There was not much wine left, only less than fifty milliliters, but it was enough to last Sneijder to the cabin.
He said slowly: "Then you come to save me."
Gordon was stunned, even though his face was covered with a scarf, his eyes were still smiling: "It's better you save me, I don't want to kiss a man."
Rudolph arrived faster than expected.
After he and Gordon wrapped Sneed in a cotton coat and put him on the sled, they all followed the sled back to the cabin.
At this time, Cheng Qianxun was in such a relaxed mood.
He had found everyone and everyone was together again.
Even if a bomb is dropped now and everyone dies, she will die with peace of mind.
When we arrived at the door of the wooden house, we could see a small amount of smoke coming from the chimney in the distance, and the house was lit up.
Cheng Qianxun went to open the door.
As soon as he opened the door, the warmth inside made people want to go in immediately.
But she turned to Gordon and Rudolph, who were moving Sneed, and said, "Put him at the door.
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You go in and bring me some food, as warm as possible."
"Why?"
Gordon asked blankly, holding one of Sneijder's arms.
Cheng Qianxun pulled a quilt from the sleigh and spread it under the eaves: "His legs may be frozen.
Once he goes in to warm himself over the fire, his legs will be completely disabled.
Put it on top."
Sneijder was placed on the quilt.
He was so weak that he could barely move.
Cheng Qianxun covered him with another quilt, and then began to help him take off his boots and socks.
Fortunately, Sneijder also listened to her words and used thick cloth as leggings to wrap his entire legs and feet in circles to hold her up.
But the legs were still black and blue from the cold.
Cheng Qianxun grabbed a handful of snow next to him and began to rub his legs and feet like Rudolph did before.
"Sneijder" Reger ran out excitedly.
The smile on his face dropped when he saw it, knowing that Sneijder was seriously cold.
Although she didn't know why Cheng Qianxun did this, she squatted down and helped rub it together
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