Dig up the corpse and eat it. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ。。 It's appalling to be able to force people into this. Hearing this, Cheng Qianxun's hair was a little numb: "Is it true?" ”

"It's true." Sneijder replied in the affirmative: "There were many more people dying of starvation than here." ”

I finally understand why Ukraine is still fighting for independence. Think about the fact that the men are almost gone, the streets are full of single beauties, and the population has not yet recovered to the pre-World War II period, but there is still a fight to live or die. Many things are unknown because of the cover-up of the victors, but sooner or later they will be revealed.

Sneijder looked sideways at the rain outside: "It's raining, at least they have water to drink today." ”

Cheng Qianxun stood in front of the window of the guest room, the rain constantly washing through the glass, and he could vaguely see the camp about 200 meters away. There were no houses or tents. As Snead said, at least they have water to drink today, and those who are half starved will either die tonight, or they will be able to prop up their weak bodies tomorrow to get food after they get water.

When I opened the window, I could feel the chill before I could reach out my hand, and the steps of winter were getting closer.

There was a knock on the door, it was Sneijder. He did not wear a hat, but he still wore a black SS uniform, and he appeared mentally abnormal, blonde and blue-eyed, showing the characteristics of the Aryan race.

Despite his darker, brownish hair, Reger is unusually tall. If the two of them are photographed by the Führer and hung in the ethnographic laboratory, they are guaranteed to make many fanatical racist women shake their hearts and their eyes shine.

Snead stood there and said slowly after a while, "Let's have dinner together." ”

Eat as an inferior race and officer? Although it was a bit of a surprise, he still went out with Sneijder. In the hallway, the two were silent, and Sneijder seemed to have something to say, his steps slow and steady. Even if he seems to be a different person, many habits are innate, and with him for so long, he can see that he has something on his mind.

Walking to the top of the stairs, Snead turned around and was about to say something when he heard someone coming up from downstairs and chatting as he went.

"Sneijder dug up another Communist Party today, it's amazing." "One yesterday, another today, if he could be interrogated, he would have been a lieutenant colonel a long time ago, maybe he would have stayed in Berlin and become a major general."

"He wasn't a normal person in the first place." "Oh, tell me about it."

Sneijder stretched out his finger, tapped it to his lips, looked at another room next to him, and then pulled her by the sleeve and walked to the door, opened the door and entered.

Once inside, Sneijder kept the door open so he could hear what the other man was saying.

The two stopped at the top of the stairs, and should have looked up and down before they spoke, making sure that there was no one else. But what they didn't expect was that the person who spoke was listening in a nearby room.

"It's infertile. For a while I was transferred to Berlin just for... It is said that he has a pure bloodline and is absolutely perfect when measured, and can be used as a model. There was a strong sourness in his words: "The result is that it is azoospermia, which may have been caused by a serious injury, otherwise he may have dozens of his offspring in a nursery somewhere... It's a pity, in fact, there is another one like him, needless to say that you should know who it is. ”

The other person was surprised and smiled: "It can't be Lieutenant Colonel Regel, right?" ”

"Hehe, that's him." This time it was with regret, and it should have been a bit of schadenfreude: "The two men are multilingual, shrewd and capable, excellent in fighting and fencing, and impeccable in both appearance and intelligence. It is conceivable that Himmler saw the file photos of the two of them with a sad face. ”

Cheng Qianxun secretly glanced at Sneijder, his face was pale, he listened quietly, his hand without gloves was on the door wall next to him, his fingers were slowly pulled up, clenched into fists, and his finger joints turned white.

For a man, it is a shame to be a eunuch first, and infertility secondly. But this is not something they can control, their bodies are actually just empty shells, and if the technology is as advanced as Julian at this time, it can be found that there is a fault in the genes. The underworld doesn't need them to have children, and the Celestial Realm has taken over the method.

Looking at the pain that Sneijder hid deeply but couldn't hide, Cheng Qianxun felt uncomfortable in his heart.

Sneijder listened quietly, and it wasn't until the two men finished chatting without noticing that someone was eavesdropping and left, that Sneijder gently opened the door and walked out.

In the back, she quickly closed the door softly and followed Sneiard's side. Needless to say, the more you talk about it, the worse it gets.

There was also a dining room on the ground floor, with three or four tables, and there were already officers eating. It was a meal similar to a regular meal, with sliced bread, jam, a bowl of potato and tomato soup, some vegetable salad, and even a serving of fish. Cheng Qianxun tasted it, and the fish felt like it was taken out of a can, but it was fried in butter, and it could barely be eaten. Simplicity is a little simpler, but compared to the captives outside, this is a paradise in the light of the matches in the hands of the little match girl.

Regel looked at Sneijder and asked softly, "What's the matter, your face is so bad." ”

"Nothing." As if nothing had happened, Sneijder cut the fish with his knife and fork and put it in his mouth. turned to Cheng Qianxun: "I really want to drink the soup you cooked again." Compared to these cans, the soup is absolutely delicious. ”

Cheng Qianxun looked at Regel, reminded him with his eyes not to mention that Snead was in a bad mood, and then responded: "If the chief doesn't dislike it, I will do it every time I come." If there are soy sauce, dark soy sauce and other seasonings, I will definitely make more Chinese dishes. ”

Sneijder smiled slightly: "You can cook Chinese food, there is no language barrier, and you know current affairs so well, even if you are a captive, you can live a little longer." Maybe you'll live until the end of the war! ”

But the war had only begun, and there were still four years to go, and besides, they didn't have to wait four years, as long as they survived three months.

The officers on the table next to him were dressed in gray-green army uniforms and black SS uniforms. Snead suddenly turned his head and called out the name of one of the people next to him.

The man, who was obviously a junior in rank than Snead, put down the half-eaten dinner and stood up suddenly: "Major, what are the orders?" ”

Snead said leisurely: "It's raining heavily outside today, and these Russians may dig holes under the barbed wire fence to escape, so they need to step up patrols." "It's fair to say that when it rains, the soil can loosen. Then he gave the names of two people, and said that he wanted these two people to go, one in the first half of the night, and the other in the second half of the night, and the shift was changed for four hours until dawn.

Needless to say, these two guys must have just eaten enough to chew their tongues. Wearing raincoats and galoshes, standing by the barbed wire fence in the pouring rain, after being exposed to the cold and rain, I hope that they will clearly realize why they have suffered such a sin.

There is also a place to take a bath here, but Cheng Qianxun didn't go, just one night, and the glands on her body are not as many as those of Caucasians, so if she doesn't take a bath for a day or two, she won't be stinking and full of sweat.

There are no pajamas, so she just sleeps with her clothes, she can't just sleep without clothes.

Rudolph and Gordon haven't heard from her, and the only good thing about the previous level is that you don't have to worry about her teammates wanting to sleep with her. In order to maintain the purity of the bloodline, and to prevent other inferior races from possessing noble Aryan genes, anyone who dared to have a relationship with the Jews was immediately shot, and all but their own race were slightly human. Look at Sneijder and Regel and the officers, all with their heads slightly raised with pride, and their eyes are slightly downward. They requisitioned women, and they did not use coercion, but they were compensated for food and supplies, and they had to be Caucasian non-Jews. I really have to thank this doctrine, if it is mixed in the Japanese army or the Red Army, just wait for the appearance of the soldiers, and those GIs will take off their pants and line up next to them to wait for the officers to finish their turn.

The sound of rain spilling on the glass windows, and the hoarse screams of women from time to time, made it difficult to sleep.

After getting up, I walked to the window and looked out, the light of a flashlight swayed back and forth in the darkness. It should be one of the guys on patrol, and it rains so hard that even if you are wearing a raincoat, you will get wet.

I really can't sleep, so I don't want to go to Legel's place and see if he's asleep. If someone finds out, the reason is simple: find the bathroom.

When I walked out, there was a dim chandelier in the hallway, and the windows were almost completely closed due to the rain, and the air was stuffy, but it was still a little cool.

Regel seemed to be sleeping on the other side, and Cheng Qianxun walked there as gently as he could.

Suddenly, Snead's voice came from an open door next to him: "Miss Cheng, it's so late, where are you going?" ”

Turning his head to look, he saw Sneijder lazily leaning back on a chaise longue, his long leather boots still unoff, his feet resting on a chair in front of him. The uniform jacket had been removed, wearing only the shirt and the neckline had been unbuttoned.

"I..." Before she could finish speaking, Snead interrupted her.

"Come on, I'm just looking for someone to talk to." He was smoking, exhaling a puff of cigarette, and his handsome face loomed even more in the smoke.

Cheng Qianxun hesitated, and it was not good to enter the man's room at night.

In the darkness and smoke, the expression on his face was gloomy: "What's the matter, I'm afraid I'll kill you?" ”

Only when I went in, and when I entered the room, I heard Snead say, "Close the door." ”

Cheng Qianxun obediently closed the door, turned to look at the smoke all over the room, waved his hand slightly in front of his nose, and frowned: "You are smoking, you never smoke." ”

Snead chuckled violently, "How do you know I don't smoke?" He took a sip from a square wine glass on the low cabinet next to the chaise longue, the ice in which had not yet melted.

At this time, Cheng Qianxun found that Sneijder was not only smoking, but also drinking. The room was filled with the smell of smoke and alcohol. (To be continued.) )