When Natalie saw Cheng Qianxun turn out all the paper patterns when she used to make winter clothes, and put away all the needlework scissors, she walked out. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

When the soldier at the door saw the thing in her hand, he not only asked, "That's it, is it gone?" "The reason why Lieutenant Colonel Reger sent the four of them over is because there are so many things, and they also know in small talk that this woman has done a lot of things.

"Well, that's it, let's go back." Cheng Qianxun took all the people away.

Back at the camp, Regel and Sneijder naturally knew about it, so they called her to go, and Cheng Qianxun happened to ask them for some cotton cloth and cotton.

"You're still going to do it?" Regel was surprised: "Do you really think we're going to freeze to death?" ”

Sneijder sat behind his desk, didn't speak, just looked at him coldly with his usual attitude.

Cheng Qianxun replied with a pinch: "Let's prepare first, obviously someone still wants it." Please give me a little more material, lieutenant colonel and major. ”

Snead leaned back in his chair and squinted slightly: "As long as Lieutenant Colonel Regle calls a few people back, he will definitely find out." ”

"If you really want to check, you will definitely be able to find it, but dead people are inevitable. For a few cotton clothes, hang a few people... Cheng Qianxun tried to speak as gently as possible, for the Nazis, don't say a few cotton clothes, even a potato can shoot a person. She smiled slightly: "It's still too late, there are a lot fewer wounded in the past few days, and I'm idle and idle, just taking time to do it." ”

Sneijder sneered: "Okay, since you are so not afraid of exhaustion, then give it to you." How you and your cousin are doing today ... ”

He turned to another smile: "Even if you are scrambling to speak, I am very satisfied with the lieutenant colonel and the other two commanders, and it can be regarded as a reward for you." ”

Cheng Qianxun hurriedly thanked him, and then withdrew.

In the evening, the supplies were loaded from the truck, and there was what Snead had promised. When the things were taken down, Cheng Qianxun was stunned, and the baskets were not bare cotton and fabric, but men's cotton clothes.

She picked up one and looked at it, and it was a bit like the size of three generations of a family hanged today. I don't know if it's theirs, no matter what, it's all used. Regal, Sneijder, and Gordon are very tall, especially Regel, a top ordinary man. Rudolph could have done without, but the other three had to be pieced together. And hats, pants, shoes. I really don't know, if Sneijder, who is a bit of a cleanliness fetish, knows that these clothes will be worn for him after the transformation, will he still choose the clothes of the dead. But when that time comes, I can't take care of it.

It's already November 15th, she is not a military enthusiast, and she doesn't know when the Soviet army will start its counteroffensive, but look at the temperature outside, although it will warm up from time to time, but every time it warms up for a day or two, it will immediately get colder.

She remembered a clip in which several Napoleonic soldiers and a few Tsarist women rode on their horses and retreated, laughing and scolding. After a few days, halfway through, the woman froze stiff and fell off her horse like a stone. And Napoleon's soldiers hurried up, stripped off their fur coats, and put them on themselves.

The current weather of minus 5 degrees Celsius is still bearable for the German army, but when the real winter comes, they will understand what the Siberian cold snap is.

Snead seemed to be very helpful, and it was probably Regel who played a role in this, and her shift was changed from day to night. At night, the sick and wounded are asleep, and someone needs to be on night duty, but the work is relatively leisurely. In this way, she can take a needle and thread, sit in the dim night light, and sew winter clothes.

It's a little bit of eye pain, and it's definitely been overused these days. Cheng Qianxun stopped and rubbed the back of his hand. It's already November 18th, but the winter coat has just been made. It is said that on the 15th, the Germans began to launch another fierce attack and continued to advance towards Moscow. But she knew that no matter how close she was to Moscow, even if she hit the city gate and the suburbs, the Germans would still lose in the end.

She continued to look down and time sew, when an oil lamp was placed on the table next to her.

When I looked up, I was slightly stunned, it was Rudolph. She whispered, "Cousin." ”

Rudolph has not paid any attention to her since that day when she knocked her unconscious and was carried back from the gallows. Even when I saw her, I pretended not to see it and walked away.

Rudolph turned around, turned his back to her, took two steps and stopped, and after a long time he said, "Don't be too tired." ”

She laughed suddenly, watched Rudolph leave, and then lowered her head and continued to work.

In the second quilted garment, November 20 came. Cheng Qianxun exhaled slightly, folded the finished cotton clothes and put them in the sewing basket, and her class was over. Today, as usual, a few wounded people called her, took urinals, drank saliva or something. One of the tents had died of their injuries, and they had been carried out in the middle of the night.

She picked up the sewing basket and took it to the house four hundred meters away, entered her room, and put the cotton clothes in the closet. Looking at the three cotton clothes in the wardrobe, he smiled unconsciously, as long as one more cotton clothes is done, all the cotton clothes will be completed. Then hats, shoes and whatever, if you can finish it, you can finish it, if you can't finish it, it's a big deal to put a quilt on your head.

She lay down on the bed with her clothes and closed her eyes. It's really tiring, but it's okay to fall asleep quickly.

Noon came, and every time it wasn't for Regel coming and knocking on the door, she really couldn't sleep.

This time Regel was obviously still in trouble, and as soon as he opened the door, he went inside: "Put all the cotton clothes to me." ”

"What's wrong?" Cheng Qianxun was a little overwhelmed.

"There's an order at the front." Regel opened the closet, and the tall man took the three cotton clothes prepared inside, and carried them to his room: "The reconnaissance battalion of the Guards Division is seriously understaffed, so those two guys have been transferred. ”

Regel stuffed all the cotton clothes into his well-organized closet, closed the door and locked it. turned around and exhaled, looking down at her: "It seems that your guess is right, the supplies have not had time to keep up, it is already minus 15 degrees in Moscow, but the cotton clothes have not yet been issued, half of the cars, tanks, and motorcycles are paralyzed, if it is cold again... ”

No matter how cold it gets, let alone fighting, all the German officers and soldiers alive can only gather around the campfire, burning precious gasoline for warmth.

"Alright, let's go have lunch." Regel led her outside.

When they arrived at the camp and had a meal, Regel's greatest treatment for her was to eat in a tent with him and a group of officers including Sneijder. There are tables, chairs and benches in the tent, so you don't have to squat and sit on the snow to eat.

Although an officer looked over, he did not speak. On the one hand, Cheng Qianxun had sat and eaten together before; On the other hand, the transfer of the two SS officers was known to everyone. Maybe everyone will be sent to the front, even if the front line is still full of good news, but the supplies can't be replenished, how long can such a victory last? No matter how loyal they are to the Nazis and the Führer, after all, they are highly educated, and most of their brains are not stupid and will not fail to see it. Stupidity is better left to cannon fodder, but they may also be cannon fodder.

The atmosphere was very solemn, no one spoke, and no one talked as before, but they were all eating silently, worrying about their future future. Cheng Qianxun lowered his head and ate quickly, went to sleep after eating, and then waited until the evening to continue the night shift.

After eating, she and Regel walked back. After looking left and right, Regel asked softly, "Will we win or lose this battle?" ”

There is no need to say that she doesn't know, Regel knows what she knows, and any quibbles and concealments will make him push out. She thought for a moment and replied, "It doesn't matter to me or you whether you win or lose, there must be a way to survive." ”

"Do you really want that American kid to take us away?" Regel didn't think it was feasible: "The United States is now very close to the Soviet Union, and maybe it will be involved to make some gains, and then we will not be able to settle in the United States." ”

The United States would not get involved until after the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor, feeling that it had been damaged in face, that it declared war on Japan, blew up mushrooms in two Japanese cities, and then participated in the Allied landing in Normandy. At this time, World War II was coming to an end, and this was the time to spend a small amount of manpower and material resources and get a lot of benefits.

The only way to keep Gordon is to make him seem useful, although this month, he either eats, sleeps, or paints in his room with a cigarette nest in his mouth. The thing in the picture is like the one in the advertising poster, wearing a striped tight undershirt, blue denim shorts that couldn't be shorter, blonde, blue-eyed, thigh-baring American beauty, it turns out that the fart shorts were available during World War II. Many soldiers thought it was good and exchanged cigarettes for him, although the discipline of the German army was so strict that it was not allowed to stick to the wall next to the bed, but it was possible to keep it privately. If you can pay for an extra cigarette, you can draw as much as you want; If it's a pack of cigarettes, it's okay to wear no clothes.

Cheng Qianxun's reason has already been thought of, she raised her eyebrows: "The United States is just a transit station, and neutral countries are the destination." ”

Now Europe is controlled by Germany, and you can't go directly to neutral countries such as Switzerland, so go from the United States to Switzerland... Regel finally nodded in agreement.

"Oh, no, that's not enough, it's time-consuming to draw one, so let's give me a little more." "The smoke is really gone." There was a bargaining sound from the side, and when I looked over, it was Gordon making a deal with a soldier.

Gordon wiped his shiny hair and said pretending to be chic: "Then wine, chocolate, and butter will do." ”

Cheng Qianxun suddenly remembered something, and asked Legel softly, "Do you have wine here?" Spirits are the best, vodka, brandy. If not, red wine, white wine, champagne! ”

After hearing this, Regel shook his head slightly: "I rarely drink alcohol, and all the spirits have been used as a substitute for alcohol for the wounded in the past few days, and the supplies have not been received." ”

You can't do it without wine, you may be able to use it in the future, Cheng Qianxun hurriedly asked, "Where is Major Sneijder?" ”

"It should be gone." Regel was also helpless: "I'll find a way to find it." ”

"As soon as possible, give it to me when you have it, or hide it somewhere in the safe." Cheng Qianxun suggested: "Even if you exchange it for silver and gold, you have to find a way to get a bottle." (To be continued.) )