It's hard to describe Rudolph because his appearance is so inconspicuous: "It's the kind of person who mixes in the crowd and doesn't notice." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

A slight smile hung on the corner of Sneijder's mouth: "I still haven't made it clear after talking for a long time, so let's ask a professional." In one sentence, Cheng Qianxun is classified as an unprofessional security identity.

As soon as they heard the word professional, many officers immediately became interested. Anyway, being idle is idle, so let's just play it as a game.

The officer who made a mistake that morning, but was rounded back by Cheng Qianxun, thought about it and stood up: "Wait, I'll come when I go." ”

Sure enough, he came quickly, with a sketchpad in his hand, he sat down, put the sketchpad on his lap, and picked up the pen: "You say what he looks like, I'll draw it." ”

This time it was Cheng Qianxun's turn to be surprised, he could paint a portrait based on description, this is a technical job. There is an abundance of talent here, and it is not to be underestimated.

As he spoke, he sketched, and the charcoal kept deepening slowly, and it took half an hour for the portrait to be drawn, and the officer asked, "Is it him?" ”

Cheng Qianxun looked at the portrait on the paper and said admiringly: "It's him, so powerful!" "This technique has always been available, but when I really see it with my own eyes, I still think it's amazing, it not only requires the basic skills of sketching, but also accurately captures the physical characteristics of people.

Sneijder came over and smiled: "I can't see him if I really mix in the crowd, I shouldn't have seen him, but it feels familiar." ”

After reading it, Regger also said so, and when the two of them said this, the others naturally agreed.

Rudolph's appearance is indeed inconspicuous, as a spy and killer, the more inconspicuous the better, not at all like the movie of the person who is tall and eye-catching, and when he kills, he is also very stylish to carry a gun equipped with long-distance aiming and a silencer, which makes people unforgettable at first glance. And even if Sneijder and Reeger forget everything, they still feel familiar when they see their teammates.

The SS officer took down the portrait: "Later, send the photos to other prisoner of war camps, and see if you can find them." ”

Cheng Qianxun hurriedly thanked, although among the more than 600,000 prisoners of war who kept starving to death, it was undoubtedly a needle in a haystack to find Rudolph, but the heavenly realm would definitely not let him die of hunger, and he would die in front of his teammates.

After dinner, Snead walked to the door of her room with a soldier with supplies. He motioned for the soldier to put all the things in his hands on her, and said behind his hands: "Since you live and work here, there are some things to make clear to you." First of all, don't talk too much, if the officers chat, you can't talk nonsense everywhere, and you can only pass on what you say; Second, you must take a bath every day, and you must not smell of sweat on your body. The rest, seeing that you are also a smart person, will not say much. There's soap here, and I'll help you find two clothes to change in the town tomorrow. ”

She picked up the soap in the box and looked at it, and heard Snead say, "Don't worry, there is no soap made of human oil here, it's all rumors." ”

Soap made of human fat, Cheng Qianxun's eyes grew up, looked at the pale yellow soap in the box, and said half-loudly: "How can the captives outside have any fat." ”

The corners of Sneijder's mouth twitched, as if he had a little smile: "Go to bed early after washing, today's clothes are well sewn, I am very satisfied, and I will continue tomorrow." ”

"Yes, sir!" Cheng Qianxun watched Sneijder leave with the soldiers.

Closed the door and walked into the room, it was still early, there should be no one in the bathroom, she took the soap and towel and went to take a shower.

There is a boiler here, so turn on the tap and there will be hot water coming down directly, which is not much different from modern times.

Soap... She picked up the soap and put it in front of her nose, sniffed suspiciously several times to see if there was anyone's body odor, and she couldn't smell anything, and finally took it and used it.

After washing, she washed the clothes on her body as well, so that there should be no smell of sweat. But what do you wear when your clothes are washed? She also had to wrap the bath towel around her chest, take three hangers next to her, and go back with a soap dish and washed clothes.

Hang all the clothes on a hanger and hang them on the coat rack, where the humidity is high, and hopefully the clothes will be dry tomorrow morning, otherwise the wet clothes will have to be put on.

As soon as it was hung up, there was a knock on the door. The door opened, and Sneijder and Reeger stood in the doorway. They will knock on the door, it is a habit that has been cultivated for a long time, but when they knock, they will open the door, they are noble people, they are the masters of this place.

Seeing that she only had a large bath towel around her chest, and that there were still dripping clothes, including underwear, hanging on the coat rack next to her, Regel stared at the small cloth bra and coughed: "I'll send someone to the town to find a few clothes to change." ”

Sneijder looked at Regel's somewhat strange expression and turned to leave: "Let's find a piece of clothing to wear first." ”

Clothes were brought, but the men's shirts were dark gray for soldiers.

"I chose a bigger one, if I give you military pants, I'm afraid some people will gossip. Get dressed and come to my room. Sneijder handed it to her, and added a sentence that was addressed to her, and presumably to the others: "Lieutenant Colonel Regel is there, too." ”

It was indeed a large size, and his figure was about the same as Sneijder's, and he dragged it to a finger above his knee after putting it on, like a short skirt. If it's a Reger shirt, maybe it can be worn as a dress.

She walked to the door of Snyder's room, knocked lightly, and was allowed to enter.

As soon as she entered, the eyes of both men were fixed on her two bare legs.

"Major, it's not okay for her to dress like this, although the yellow figure is not very good, but this, like this, really, really... Half-ringing, Regal smiled bitterly, a little difficult but still said: "It's too seductive, it will shake the morale of the army, it's better to wrap it around it with a bath towel." ”

Men have been surveyed to think that women who wear men's large shirts tend to be more attractive than those who wear erotic pajamas. But Cheng Qianxun was very helpless, the clothes were washed, and he said that he was not allowed to smell of sweat on his body, even if the hair follicles of yellow people were not as developed as those of white people, but they should be prevented first.

"I'll look for it again." Sneijder, also with a little helplessness and amusement, walked to the door and stopped, thought for a while and turned his head: "Lieutenant Colonel, come with me." "Don't worry about leaving Regel alone with her.

After a while, Snead and Reegle returned, and Sneijder handed over a man's bathrobe: "Put it on!" ”

Cheng Qianxun put on the bathrobe under the slightly hot gaze of the two people, but Regel was still not satisfied: "Why is it still so... "It's all tightly packed, is it still tempting?

Sneijder then circled Cheng Qianxun for half a circle, stopped behind her, and lowered his head to sniff deeply on her long wet hair. Such a move is like a wolf circling a sheep, so that Cheng Qianxun does not dare to move at all.

Snead lifted himself, walked to the side, and found a small rope for tying things up and gave it to her: "Tie your hair up." ”

It turns out that the men here have their hair shaved cleanly, and no one has long hair at all, and long hair is naturally a female feature. She reached out and took it, pulling her hair back haphazardly. This shouldn't be seductive, right?

Regel frowned slightly, turned and opened the window again.

Cheng Qianxun knew that this was not because of the smell, but the smell after just taking a shower, which made men who might not have touched a woman for a long time unbearable.

When the evening breeze blew in outside, Regel finally felt like he was done.

And Snead looked at him coldly, but his tone was joking: "It's so troublesome, you have to know that it's better to let her talk about it tomorrow." ”

It turned out that it was Rudolph to talk about, and Sneijder explained and reminded that the two SS soldiers who came in the morning were of the same rank as Sneijder, but they were all done in the interrogation room. It was their duty to torture prisoners and to give informants, and if anyone rebelled, or even merely expressed their dissatisfaction with the Führer and the war, they could be known to Berlin and invited to tea.

Therefore, the best way is to let them not guess, simply let them know everything, and even take the initiative to help find it, which is the most rational and safe way.

"Got it?" Sneijder tilted his head outside the door: "If you understand, go back to sleep and work hard tomorrow." In five days, the living prisoners of war will be shipped away, and new ones will be brought in. ”

Cheng Qianxun nodded, walked out silently, and closed the door gently.

I hadn't heard the sound of a car going out for a long time, Cheng Qianxun's hair was dry, and he felt a lot more relieved when he lay on the bed. Regel had gone back after his rounds before, but it seemed that he was planning to live here as well. Maybe it was to ensure her safety, for which she still had to be grateful, after all, it was not a comfortable thing to be surrounded by insidious and cunning SS soldiers.

There were new prisoners of war coming later, and Rudolph might be inside. Hope is right in the corner!

When there is time to work, it is much faster, and after mending the officer's trousers, it is noon in a blink of an eye, and after lunch, half of the soldier's uniform is mended, and it is already evening.

The clothes brought from the town were also delivered, and it was really uncomfortable to finally not have to wear half-dry and half-wet clothes.

After taking a shower, stand at the window and wait for the wind to dry your hair. Looking out of the window, there were fewer prisoners of war in the camp not far away. Especially in the later period, malnutrition caused nearly 1,000 prisoners of war to die every day.

It had rained the night before, and when it rained, more than a dozen of them drowned when they didn't have the strength to turn over and bury their faces in the stagnant water. The temperature dropped further, and during the day, the wagons transporting the corpses did not stop, pulling the corpses out, and sending more prisoners of war to dig pits and bury the corpses.

There are still four days left, and among the remaining people, there will be about a few hundred who will be able to make it through. But the next thing is to load the canner and send it to the rear to do coolies, and in the end, only a dozen people survived.

This is the war, she sighed slightly, she was helpless about it, could it be that the director organized a victorious escape? If she fails, she will die, and this is history, and if these people escape, they may still die in the Battle of Stalingrad soon after. Anyway, it was death, and both the victorious side and the defeated country paid a terrible price. And the victorious rulers naturally became the heroes of the settlement of World War II.

There was a knock on the door, and when it opened, Sneijder stood in the doorway, next to a soldier: "It's almost winter, you shouldn't have enough clothes on you, and I asked someone to find some thicker clothes." (To be continued.) )