The dog next to me was fluffy and well-behaved.
It was very comfortable to hold, and the temperature in the igloo increased little by little.
Rudolf asked softly: "There are only two days after today.
Cousin, are you using psychological tactics?"
Cheng Qianxun replied: "One more day is a day to live, but the border will still be loose during the New Year.
Don't worry, you will be able to see by then that we will get out."
"Is someone coming to pick him up?"
Rudolph asked again.
Cheng Qianxun answered firmly: "Yes."
"Who is it?"
"You will know."
Cheng Qianxun hugged a dog to his side, then covered himself and the dog with the quilt, wrapped it tightly and closed his eyes.
It felt much warmer now.
The 30th, the 30th came, Cheng Qianxun secretly blamed this month, December actually had thirty-one days, and he had to wait until tomorrow.
Gordon was quite honest last night.
He didn't run away and lived in the same room with two soldiers.
The lieutenant already had a pretty good relationship with the guerrillas in the other room, and he also learned a simple board game that they usually played for fun.
Early in the morning Rudolf went out hunting with his dog and a man.
I was very lucky today and brought back a young elk with more than 200 kilograms of meat, enough to feed so many people for ten days.
Cheng Qianxun walked over and took a look.
Rudolph and two other men skinned and removed the internal organs.
He smiled and said, "Now we have meat to welcome the New Year."
"You guys go on, I have something else to do."
Seeing that the two of them looked like they were experts at skinning, Rudolph turned to the cellar.
Cheng Qianxun followed Rudolf down to the cellar.
The four people below were wearing quilts and resting in the corner.
Seeing Rudolf move out the transmitter and start publishing, the wounded man's eyes widened.
You have to report it, otherwise it will arouse suspicion from above.
But this way.
The guerrillas gathered around and looked at the situation below.
Rudolf finished sending the report quickly and looked at Cheng Qianxun: "That's it."
Cheng Qianxun could only explain to so many pairs of eyes: "To fool the German troops nearby.
Don't worry, it's no problem.
Let's go to work."
The people around the wounded man were obviously worried.
After all, it was a matter of personal life, so I whispered a few words to the wounded.
Not wanting them to be suspicious, Cheng Qianxun walked over, squatted down, and said directly: "Are you worried about a problem?
If so, you can leave at any time.
Except for the dog, I can't give it to you.
You can take whatever you want to eat.
There are extra quilts.
You can take it too.
You can come back the day after tomorrow.
We only want to stay for two more days and don’t want to find another place.”
In fact, walking is also a way.
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Walking can eliminate possible dangers here, but the dangers outside may be greater.
Cheng Qianxun said with certainty: "If death is inevitable anyway, then I would rather wait for death than go looking for death."
The wounded man looked at her with doubtful eyes: "Who are you?
He must not be a medical staff."
"They are medical personnel."
Rudolf kept his eyes closed even when he told lies: "I just learned some reporting skills for medical rescue.
If you don't send a report, the higher ups know that there is someone here.
They will definitely send someone to check."
"Then what did you say?"
the wounded man asked.
Rudolf was so confident that no one could doubt him.
He said calmly and matter-of-factly: "They say all the wounded here are recovering from their injuries.
They will wait until the New Year to join the army."
The meat is roasted, and the happiness of eating meat is indescribable.
Think about ordinary people who are very happy to eat meat when they eat barbecue, let alone these people who often have to worry about eating in the ice and snow.
Cheng Qianxun was holding a meat plate with meat cut into small pieces piled on it.
But the people above did not eat like this.
They chatted and played chess games.
When they wanted to eat, they picked up the meat placed next to the campfire and took a few bites, then continued chatting and playing chess.
Too bad there was no wine.
Otherwise, the comfort, chatting and laughing at this time really feel like celebrating the New Year.
Eat the meat bit by bit as slowly as possible.
From time to time, dip it in a pinch of salt placed next to it, and the aroma of barbecue fills the air.
It feels like being in heaven.
It would be great if the remaining two days were like this.
But this is impossible.
It would be strange if he could live such a peaceful life.
"Who?"
A voice shouted from outside.
I heard someone shouting from far away: "We are looking for Major Rudolf.
Is there any Major Rudolf here?"
"That's me" Rudolf shouted back.
It was so miserable that Cheng Qianxun quickly sat up and climbed the ladder in a flash, twice as fast as usual.
Something was wrong, and the wounded man struggled to climb up.
Hearing Rudolph's presence, four people had already walked over from behind a tree not far away.
Cheng Qianxun and Rudolf simply went up to meet them, while Regel and Sneijder also climbed up.
Now all the people on top were present, and it looked like there were a lot of people.
The visitor gave Rudolf a standard Nazi military salute: "Hey, you're so special."
Cheng Qianxun groaned secretly, and as expected, there was the sound of a gun being pulled behind him.
He still didn't know he was dead and said loudly: "A telegram came from Berlin, saying that the major is here to interrogate spies, and ordered us to come and check it out."
He looked back and saw a group of men eating barbecue around a campfire, and a large piece was being grilled: "Where is the spy now?"
Rudolf turned around and walked back: "I'll take you to see it."
The man walked over suspiciously, and Rudolph patted the shoulder of Gordon, who was squatting and chewing meat: "This is it."
Gordon put down the half-eaten meat and stood up.
He wiped his hands on his cotton clothes, stretched out his still greasy hands, and shook hands with others: "Nice to meet you."
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Although the situation was a bit pessimistic, Cheng Qianxun almost burst out laughing when he saw the other party's eyes widening.
"You are" Don't say that others were surprised.
It would have been better if he had come a day earlier.
Gordon was tied up and looked like he was being held prisoner.
And now it looks like he is here at a party and still eating meat.
He looked around again: "They are again" Cheng Qianxun looked very honest: "Non-staff medical staff."
Sneijder put his hand on the shoulder of a soldier as support, and raised the corner of his mouth slightly: "Major of the SS Skeleton Squadron."
This is such a joke.
Reger also added: "Army Lieutenant Colonel."
Lieutenant: "Lieutenant, a private, and a private."
The wounded man said in Russian: "Partisan."
What a mess, there are actually guerrillas.
The people who came knew some Russian as soon as they heard about partisans.
His hand immediately subconsciously touched the gun case on his waist, but Rudolph suppressed his hand.
"Don't move... don't move."
Both sides took out their guns and pointed at each other eagerly.
"Fight.
Fight!"
Cheng Qianxun shouted deliberately: "Now that we are all on the same line, can we still tell who should be beaten to death?"
She said to the people who came: "These guerrillas are having a truce with us.
Do you want to start a war?
Don't forget, we live in their place, eat them and use their food.
Are you embarrassed to shoot them?"
The visitor's eyes turned to "Spy" Gordon again.
Before he could say anything, Gordon answered first.
He said nonchalantly: "I was afraid of being tortured to extract a confession, so I confessed."
Torture to extract a confession, what is it?
I saw him munching meat happily by the campfire.
Impassionedness is Rudolf's consistent characteristic: "My mission is to obtain information.
My mission has been completed very well, and new information will be reported to the superiors one after another.
As for the prisoners, as long as they can explain, of course they should be given preferential treatment, not to mention a few dollars."
Meat, let him eat my meat.”
Everything seems to be reasonable, but something doesn't seem right no matter what I think.
There are three factions of people mixed here at once, and they should be incompatible with water and fire.
Even if politicians from the three factions gather at the negotiating table, they will start fighting at this time.
But why do we live in peace and harmony here?
The visitor looked at Gordon up and down: "You only cooperated when you couldn't stand the torture."
"Yes.
Yes."
Gordon returned to his previous appearance as if he were acting on a Broadway stage.
He raised one hand and tilted his head to rest his forehead, as sad as Shakespeare: "Although my will is very strong, I still can't resist it.
Such torture.
Poor me, I finally gave in."
Looking at Gordon's appearance, he felt something was a little abnormal.
Did he go crazy during the interrogation?
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The visitor looked sideways at Rudolf, surprised and curious: "In what way?"
"Private trick."
Rudolph smiled slightly: "But you can try it and I will demonstrate it to you personally."
"Don't," Gordon reminded kindly: "Otherwise, you won't be able to help but reveal your personal affairs with women."
Anyone who dares to try the Intelligence Bureau's torture will naturally be stopped.
The four people who came were forced to stay by the three waves of "hospitable" people.
The bundles cannot be bundled for the time being, after all, they are not planning to fight with thirteen people with four guns.
When the guerrillas went to build igloos.
Cheng Qianxun led the four of them down to the cellar.
Of course, what you say to them is another story, and you should try to be as reasonable as possible.
This time Rudolf started to make up the story: "We lived here, but we didn't expect that the guerrillas who originally lived here came back.
Neither we nor they wanted to fight.
We simply reconciled temporarily.
When the New Year comes, we will return to the army, and They go their own way.”
"Why don't you fight?"
The visitor was still dazed, and he still hadn't figured out how to see such a strange situation.
Sneijder, who was sitting on the floor bunk, raised his eyebrows: "Will fighting change the situation of the war?
They are not regular troops.
They will become farmers and fishermen immediately after putting down their guns.
If they are beaten, they can return to Moscow, even if they are tanks."
Well, I will try my best to blow them up."
At this time, Reger's voice came from above: "Build the igloo and bake some more meat.
We have guests here.
After eating, we will cook tomorrow."
Meat is the best thing to eat.
It’s the New Year and a luxury is not too much.
The guerrillas and soldiers shouted happily.
Not only did they help build igloos, but they also served barbecues.
In this moment of scarcity, they felt closer than relatives.
Looking at Sneijder and Rudolf looking at him with raised eyebrows, the people sent by their superiors didn't understand.
Understood.
And Cheng Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief, and finally fooled him again, but now the relationship between people will be more complicated, just like a tight string, the arrow will be shot out at any time, and it will be out of control
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