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As soon as I entered the room, I heard a little drunk from the original restaurant: "It turned out to be Miss Cheng and Lieutenant Colonel Regel." ”

It turned out to be two SS officers, the two of them were drinking in front of the fireplace, and saw one empty bottle on the table, while the other bottle had been half removed, apparently a lot of alcohol, which was more than 50% vodka.

"Why are you still drinking, you're going to leave in half an hour." Regel frowned slightly.

An officer stared at gray eyes, held a wine glass in his hand, and pointed his index finger at Cheng Qianxun who was standing beside Regel, and his speech was still relatively clear: "Where did the cotton clothes you made go?" ”

"What for?" Legel glared back, wanting to suppress it with his rank: "She is according to my orders, of course, the things that are done are military supplies, and I will make overall arrangements at that time." ”

"Less!" He waved his other hand violently: "Sure enough, it's all right for her, that hateful Stalin really wants to drag the Germans down... It is impossible for the cotton clothes to be issued. ”

As a secret service organization of the SS, you should know better, he looked miserable, panting with a wine glass, the collar of his straight military uniform was opened, and the shirt inside was unbuttoned, looking decadent and desperate: "Transportation can only be half satisfied, first of all, artillery shells and troops must be transported, and the replenishment of troops is far from enough to wear out." Now in the past, it is equivalent to death! ”

His blood-red eyes looked at Cheng Qianxun, stood up suddenly, and took out the pistol at his waist: "Where is the cotton clothes, hand them over." ”

"Are you crazy?" Regel stopped in front and roared loudly.

"Lieutenant Colonel!" Cheng Qianxun held Legel's arm and took the initiative to stand in front, his eyes facing the half bottle of wine in the other person's hand: "Do you want cotton clothes, okay, take that half bottle of wine in exchange." ”

Legel tilted his head and whispered, "I should have gotten the wine, there will always be a bottle or two in the town." ”

Cheng Qianxun replied softly: "They are all drunk, let alone cotton clothes or wine, which one is easier to get?" ”

Regel was silent, padded clothes, of course. After a person dies, the cotton clothes are not taken away; And the wine has been almost consumed, and it may only be possible to get no more than five bottles from rummaging through the town. And now that they are decadent, they suddenly remembered the matter of cotton clothes, and it was too late to go to the town to search for it, so they could only ask Cheng Qianxun nearby.

As soon as he heard that he was going to exchange the wine, anyway, unless he drank to death here, he couldn't change anything, so the other party naturally agreed very happily.

Another person was seen pulling out a small flask from his pocket, opening it and taking a sip. It's a good thing, you can store a quarter of the wine in your pocket, and the seal won't drip out. Cheng Qianxun looked at the small metal wine jug: "If you change one wine, you can change another wine jug." ”

"Okay!" The guy snatched the aluminum flask from the other man's hand, screwed the lid on, and handed it over.

"What for?" The other stared at blood-red eyes.

"Are you going to keep drinking, or do you want to find a way not to freeze to death?" The gray-eyed officer apparently had a clearer idea of what to expect at the front.

Cheng Qianxun stuffed it all to Regel and motioned him to get it quickly.

Regel was a little unhappy, but he went upstairs with the bottle and jug. After a while he took down two pieces, one of which was supposed to have not been modified for a trumpet, and the two SS officers snatched it up, choosing as large as they could.

"All of them are the thickest, even if they are tens of degrees below zero, they should be able to keep warm." Cheng Qianxun was still a little helpless, she had to sew one more piece again.

The gray-eyed officer grabbed the tuba and muttered, "You woman is as shrewd as a Jew." ”

Cheng Qianxun smiled slightly, without making excuses, as long as the goal was achieved, she and Regel left the restaurant together.

Needless to say, Regel had two drunken SS officers gone, and then went to town to look for cotton clothes and all sorts of warm clothes, and if there was any wine, he would get them all.

Cheng Qianxun hurriedly stepped up the time, and now he only has the function of keeping warm, no matter what is beautiful. The cotton clothes brought were larger than before, because they were ordered by Regel to be as big as possible.

She cut the cotton coat that suited Regel's figure by the way, and then stuffed all the cotton from the other cotton coat inside. In this way, the speed can be accelerated, it is almost December, it is said that the snow in Moscow is almost a meter deep, although the German army has attacked very close to Moscow, only need to advance about a few kilometers of road, but in the face of still fierce resistance, it is difficult.

The wounded could not be transported, and many cars simply stalled and could not be started at low temperatures. The whole camp seemed deserted, except for the snow, and the officers and soldiers who had nothing to do, there were not even a few sparrows.

Cheng Qianxun is still working hard to make winter clothes, she must make two of them first, at present, only Sneijder and Regel are the largest in the entire camp, and others will not grab them.

"Beauty, why are you still doing it?" Gordon showed up, there were no more wounded and not many corpses here, and he had made enough cigarettes.

Looking at him smiling, Cheng Qianxun asked angrily, "Why haven't you left yet?" ”

"I can't go." Gordon sighed slightly: "My passport and press card are remanded, you think I want to stay here." ”

"Oh." She said casually. At present, the front line is tight, who would care about a detained American journalist, and there is no feedback from the superiors, so the following will continue to be detained.

"Do you know a story?" Gordon was very talkative, he seemed to be born talkative, he didn't speak for a day, and his heart was panicked: "It's called a wild swan, and it is said that there is a princess, and her ten brothers were turned into wild swans by the stepmother queen, and the fairy said that she needs to weave a coat with thorny nettles to remove witchcraft, but she can't speak during the period." She used nettles to weave and weave every day, and a king went hunting, and when he saw her beauty, he liked it, so he brought it back and made her queen... ”

"Yes!" Cheng Qianxun was a little impatient, and Gordon's nagging annoyed her: "Later, when the bishop saw her go to the grave to collect nettles, he said that she was a witch, but she couldn't defend herself. She still braided without saying a word before she burned to death, and when she was about to burn to death when the last piece was knitted, her ten brothers flew in, and she threw her coat into the sky, and ten wild swans became people, and the last one was still like wings because the sleeve was not finished with a hand. ”

She let out a long sigh, put down the work in her hand, and looked up: "Mr. Gordon, I'm not dumb and can talk, either you can do it for me, or chat with other people, okay?" I really don't have time. ”

Gordon wrapped his woollen coat tightly in his hands, and his face was full of smiles: "I think it's too boring for you to do this, so I'm here to talk to you." ”

She said angrily: "Is it because I'm the only woman here, you don't want to make the skills of pickling girls rusty, take me to practice?" ”

Gordon was about to say something, when suddenly there was an uproar outside.

"We've been transferred to the front, we'll leave tonight... The news was undoubtedly a thunderclap that shook everyone.

I was going to the front line, but now it was so cold in Moscow, and it was difficult to drive the car along the way, and it was said that the troops who went to the front almost every day either turned off their cars or got stuck in the snow, and they needed to be pulled out by manpower. At this time, going to the front, than a month ago, more people think that it is not for the head of the country, but to send them to death.

When Cheng Qianxun heard this, he immediately put down his cotton clothes, picked up the sewing basket and walked out.

The officers and soldiers outside had already begun to talk about it, and the voices were very loud, and the SS officers who were in charge of making small reports had already been sent to the front to take charge of reconnaissance.

Cheng Qianxun walked to the house with a sewing basket, and when he saw the guard at the door, he asked, "Where are Lieutenant Colonel Regel and Major Sneijder?" ”

Walked into the office, both of them were there. Snead sat behind his desk, looking at the paper in his hand, his expression solemn and pale, as if he had seen the Soul Hook Order.

She gently placed the basket in her hand and walked in.

Sneijder looked up and placed the paper he was holding on the table, a decree with the seal of the Third Reich on it. The green eyes looked at her, and after a long time, he slowly asked with a bit of despair: "Is it that we can't go back to Germany?" ”

Cheng Qianxun shook his head: "Not necessarily. "Even if they are captured, they have a 1 in 10 chance of surviving until after the war, and they just need to survive this year to be over.

She thought about it for a moment and decided on one thing: "Take me with you." ”

Sneijder looked at her in amazement, as if he had never known her.

"Take me to the front with me." Cheng Qianxun went out, even if only two cotton clothes were made at present, there were a lot of cotton clothes looted from everywhere, and they could be worn ready-made, at most two more: "As a war nurse, secretary, and translator, anything is fine, take me with you." ”

Regel was a little excited, but also said helplessly: "This can't work, we can't take you there." ”

"Then give me a car, or something." She walked over and looked at Sneijder and said resolutely, "Order Rudolph and Gordon to be in my hands, and let the two of them take me to the front." ”

"What are you going to do?" Snead was incomprehensible, leaning back in his chair and looking at her with his head tilted slightly: "It's the front line, and fighting is not a joke." A cannonball can kill you at any time, and there... ”

Cheng Qianxun interrupted the Nazi officer's words for the first time and retorted: "I know, I know everything." It's still freezing and snowy, and in December it will cool down to minus a few tens of degrees, and the glass will freeze and crack. I'm going, I'm going to go, I'm going to see you alive! ”

Sneijder was really stunned, if he would have laughed before, he really didn't take it to heart. But now that the reality is in front of her, this woman is still so persistent, there must be a reason.

After hearing this, Legel walked to the cabinet next to him, opened the cabinet, took something out of it, and threw it on the table: "This is Gordon's ID, I promise you, the war criminal Rudolph and the journalist Gordon are under your control, and if you want to keep them, you will keep them." ”

"Are you crazy?" Sneijder stood up abruptly, and hurriedly went to get the documents on the table: "How do you explain to Berlin?" (To be continued.) )