Winter nights always come very early, and everyone is still not hungry, so they start to sleep on the floor.
Cheng Qianxun was placed on the bed next to Sneijder.
He lay on the ground and watched Sneijder sleeping on his side with his eyes closed.
For a moment, he felt like he was back in time.
Sneed always sleeps next to her.
Although his alertness is not as good as that of Rudolph and Gordon, who are from stereotypical backgrounds, he can always give her a sense of peace of mind.
Even if he dies, he will die by his side.
This is Enough.
She reached out her hand and gently stroked Sneijder's face, which still had frostbite spots.
Only she knew the pain.
Presumably, Sneijder must have felt the same way when she was lying half-frozen in Sneijder's arms.
Afraid of waking up Sneijder, she retracted her hand back to the quilt.
You should have a good night's sleep again tonight, as long as no Soviet troops throw grenades into the house.
Fortunately, no one entered the cabin again.
After all, the German troops had retreated and there were not many left, or they were just corpses.
The Soviet army did not want to fight in the wind and snow at night.
During the day, it was enough to kill the German soldiers who lacked food and clothing.
When I woke up, it was almost noon, and it was finally the 21st.
Cheng Qianxun woke up, and she and Sneijder, who was still unable to walk, were the only ones left in the room.
"Seeing you sleeping soundly, I don't want to wake you up.
They are learning to ski outside."
Sneijder's quilt was opened and his hands were rubbing his legs: "Breakfast was left on the fireplace."
She stood up, walked to the fireplace, took out the vegetable batter that was still warm, and ate it.
The door opened, and Rudolph and Gordon came in, patting the snow on their shoulders and hats.
They had to pat it, because it was warm in the house, and if so much snow melted, it would make their clothes wet.
"Cheng woke up."
Gordon pulled down his scarf and sighed: "It's not easy to teach them to ski."
The five officers and soldiers also walked in.
Cheng Qianxun ate the batter in his mouth: "I have learned it all."
Some of them limped to the fireplace, lifted up the legs of his trousers, and rubbed the bruises that fell out: "Barely.
At least I can slip."
"Better than me.
It took me three days to finally move."
Cheng Qianxun encouraged, ate even faster, and left after eating.
The next stop is a small town.
You can get there in the evening.
Cheng Qianxun took out a piece of meat, roasted it lightly on the fire, and then gave it to the dogs half-cooked, hoping that they would run faster because there were more people.
Along the way, we had to stop from time to time to wait for the people behind to come up.
Sneijder was already lying on the sled, and Gordon was surprisingly lazy and would often hold the sled with his hands.
Cheng Qianxun also had to ski by herself often, even though her sense of balance was not very good.
Try to make it easy on the dog.
Otherwise, the dog will be tired and lie down, and he will not be able to reach the town in the middle of the night.
Gunshots rang out from time to time behind me, and it felt like a race against time.
The Soviet army might pop up and shoot at any time, even if the Führer in Berlin shouted not to give in an inch.
They had to retreat in the face of severe cold.
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Finally arriving in the small town, when the dog stopped panting in front of the house where he lived before, the old man who gave him the waist protector came out.
He knew the dog.
There was a friendly smile on his face until he saw the soldier remove the cloth wrapping his head, revealing a Nazi Army helmet.
The old man stood there, watching with disbelief as the soldiers wearing miscellaneous cotton-padded clothes transported the supplies on the sled to the house.
Cheng Qianxun thought something was wrong.
So these people were deeply persecuted by the Nazis, so they greeted them: "We only stay one night."
The old man's lips trembled: "Why are you one of theirs?"
The soldiers continued to carry it, while Regel and the others turned around and watched eagerly.
"Do you think I look like me?"
She could only pretend to be helpless and said softly: "My friends in Poland and my cousin's parents were imprisoned in concentration camps by them.
This can help them get out.
And maybe More.
Seven in exchange for ten lives, who knows which one is more cost-effective.
The hostility in the old man's eyes gradually faded, and he nodded: "No one knows, and it's not easy for you either."
"Thank you."
She pretended to be carefree and breathed to the sky: "For the first time, someone can understand me, while others think that what I should do is to leave my relatives and friends in the concentration camp alone."
She turned and went to the sled to get a fish.
Although the other teammates were a little unhappy, they did not stop her.
They just watched the fish being handed to the old man as if they were watching her hand out the gold bars.
"Take it."
Cheng Qianxun gave the fish to the old man: "Although we don't have much food, we can go hunting.
Besides, Christmas Eve is coming soon, and we should have something decent to order without turkey."
"Thank you."
Although the old man hesitated, he did not refuse and still reached out to take it.
The old man's appetite has decreased, so eating such a big fish slowly is enough for him and his wife at home to eat several meals.
She couldn't give it away in vain.
She looked around the desolate and desolate town: "How many people are there now?"
"There was nothing to eat, so they all left."
The old man was holding a heavy fish that was about a foot long in his hand.
Naturally, his mouth was not so tight: "There was no food, and there were less than three households left.
Four Soviet troops came yesterday.
The scouts were looking for food as soon as they arrived.
There was nothing left to scrape.
The Germans came and scraped one after another.
A group of German soldiers happened to come over, and the two sides started fighting.
Several pieces of the glass windows in the house were broken, leaving them with nothing.
A few bodies."
The old man turned towards the corner of the house and said, "It's still there."
"The corpse is actually a good thing."
Cheng Qianxun said very matter-of-factly: "The Soviet army will come here sooner or later.
Then you can give the corpse to them and maybe exchange it for some food.
If you are too hungry during the period, this can also satisfy your hunger."
The old man was very calm after hearing this.
He looked much better than last time.
Cheng Qianxun seemed to understand something, and there was no need to remind him.
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The other party should know everything and was doing this, so he said sorry and turned around and left.
The old man held the thin hemp rope tied to the fish in one hand and held his coat tightly with the other.
He hunched over slightly and went back, and gently closed the door.
Everything was moved in and a fire was lit in the fireplace.
It's easier to do things when there are more people.
Cheng Qianxun walked to the fireplace, took the gloves and rubbed his hands.
She has a cold constitution, and her hands are often cold.
She cannot warm them immediately, otherwise the chilblains on her hands will ooze yellow water.
The lieutenant looked at Rudolf with doubtful eyes: "Your parents are in the concentration camp."
Rudolf smiled bitterly: "It would be great if my parents could be in the concentration camp, they would have died long ago."
It turned out to be nonsense.
The lieutenant understood immediately and said with regret: "Then why did you send that old fish?"
Cheng Qianxun rubbed his hands almost, sat down, opened his cotton coat and faced the fireplace: "If you don't want someone to seal the door outside at night and set fire to this house, either give you some food, or kill everyone here."
Already, millions have died in the concentration camps, millions have died on the battlefield, and millions more will die in the future.
Let’s kill less.”
The room was silent, millions, millions, this number would be so terrifying even on Earth seventy years later.
A few months ago, the people I saw the most were dying in large numbers.
Even if I wasn't touched, I would have a profound experience when it was my turn to die.
Cheng Qianxun stood up and buttoned up his cotton-padded coat helplessly: "Rudolph, who else wants to learn to hunt?
Let's go together."
While it was still dark, I quickly drove my sleigh to the nearby woods to lay down some traps.
Although things are easier to do when there are more people, more people also eat more.
Now there are only less than two days of rations left.
Back in the house, Regel had already asked the remaining people to cook the broth.
The remaining wheat flour is enough for two meals at most.
We must get something to eat before we run out of food the day after tomorrow.
The room was filled with the sound of drinking broth and batter.
Cheng Qianxun poured a little of the batter in his hand into Sneijder's bowl: "You are injured."
Sneijder said thank you and accepted.
The amount of batter is barely enough to make ends meet, and coupled with the lack of food and clothing during this period, if you want your body to recover as soon as possible, you can only eat more.
Cheng Qianxun poured some more into Regel's bowl: "You are tall."
Regel accepted.
Looking at Gordon and Rudolph, she poured some more into Gordon's bowl: "To survive, we can only work together."
Gordon looked at the bowl for a long time and continued to drink in silence.
Just as he was about to turn to Rudolph, Rudolph turned his back to her: "Cousin, you can eat it yourself, otherwise the batter in the bowl won't even be enough to feed a mouse."
Cheng Qianxun smiled, and there was only half a bowl left.
Fortunately, it was served as equally as possible.
This seemed fair, but it was not fair, but she needed a few more mouthfuls to make her teammates better. .
After drinking it all, everyone licks it carefully with their tongues or scrapes it with their fingers, so as not to waste any residue.
Every time the pottery bowl looks as clean as if it had been washed.
Cheng Qianxun put down the bowl and thought for a while: "Gordon, Regel, take half of the people to sleep in another house."
In this case, even if they are attacked, people in another place may survive.
"This is too careful."
The lieutenant was a little unhappy.
After all, the fire was lit here and the house was very warm.
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When he got to the other building, he had to light the fire again.
"Be careful."
Reger glared: "You two go chop wood, and you go clean up the house.
This is an order."
The first level of official rank is overwhelming, not to mention that Regel is still a lieutenant colonel.
The lieutenant immediately stood up straight and said yes loudly.
Cheng Qianxun looked at Gordon: "You also go clean the house, you can go to bed early."
Gordon frowned, but went anyway.
After everyone went out, Cheng Qianxun whispered to Reger: "Sleep far away from Gordon.
If he wants to go out, send someone to follow him.
If he wants to leave, pull out a gun.
Generally speaking, he If he hears he's about to be shot, he'll definitely stop.
If he really wants to leave, tie him up and bring him here, and I'll beat him."
Although Regel's expression was a little strange, he still nodded: "I know."
He brought some things that the floor shop wanted.
Cheng Qianxun lay on the floor next to Sneijder.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Sneijder ordered the remaining two soldiers to take turns looking at the fireplace at night and not to let the fire go out.
His hair was gently stroked by a hand, and Sneijder said softly: "I'll come tonight.
You have to sleep well, otherwise your body will collapse soon
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