Chapter 503: Seeing a Flaw
"I can't count them. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info "Sneijder stretched out his finger and pinched the bridge of his nose, with a little tiredness: "This time I asked who the officer was, and they all stood up by themselves, these fools want to be heroes who sacrifice their lives for the country, and they also save a lot of effort, otherwise they really wouldn't have come so soon." β
Regel smiled and asked, "How much did you send this time?" β
An officer next to him helped pour a glass of wine, and Sneijder flicked his fingers at the wine glass after thanking him: "About seventy or eighty thousand, it was sent from Kyiv at the end of June, and fortunately, a lot of guns were captured, otherwise there would be not enough bullets for so many executions." β
So the officers talked about the war, and Kip alone captured more than 600,000 prisoners, while Moscow deliberately concealed the number and said that the total was only more than 600,000. There were too many prisoners, and how could the food be eaten, but the Kremlin ignored it, and only came all the way and starved to death all the way. Nearly 100,000 captives were starved to death at once, so much so that it took a long time to dig a pit and bury the corpses.
Think about the cruelty, so many people, calculated in tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, hundreds of thousands, that are all people, even chickens, starving to death so much is also terrifying. But war is like this, there is nothing to be done.
Cheng Qianxun analyzed that this should be a rear transit station, a place dedicated to transporting the wounded, sick and prisoners.
An officer stood up: "For the FΓΌhrer, for the victory, cheers." Hi Hete! β
Everyone also stood up, raised their glasses, shouted slogans, and drank all the wine in their glasses.
"We will win, and the FΓΌhrer intends to parade in Moscow next month, and perhaps we will all be able to participate then. After hearing so many bloody things, let's talk about other things. Sneijder sat down and said to the young woman who could sing arias, "The song just now is very beautiful, I wonder if I can not skimp on another song?" β
The young woman looked at the officer sitting beside her, and with permission, she stood up and walked to the piano beside her.
Cheng Qianxun didn't have the heart to listen to any songs, and his heart was chaotic. Tens of thousands of captives were sent, and I don't know if Rudolph is inside, and even if he is inside, he is alive, how to find out from it. Do you want to let Regel run to the prisoner of war camp and tell the prisoners to undress or roll up their sleeves every day.
also knew that Regel might want to pass Sneijder's line, but Sneijder's current situation always felt that something was not quite right, if the current Regel at least believed her even if he changed, and when he saw Sneijder, except for his face, he seemed to be a stranger.
At the end of the song, Sneijder smiled and raised his hand and hooked his fingers: "This beautiful and lovely nightingale, please come here." β
The young woman turned her head back to look at the officer who was caring for her, who nodded. Originally, it was just for fun, wouldn't it be better if it was favored by the above?
The woman walked over, and Snead sat on the chair and picked up the wine glass: "Your voice is very good, this cup is yours." β
The woman was a little overwhelmed, and the person next to her immediately handed over a glass of wine, and after she took it, she drank it with cowardice and nervousness. Sneijder, who was dressed in a black military uniform, did feel oppressive, and standing next to him felt like standing next to a giant eagle. The eagle could spread its black wings at any moment, grab its body with its sharp talons, and tear open the skin of its abdomen with its sharp beak to take out its internal organs.
Sneijder was drinking the wine in his glass, but his beautiful green eyes were staring at each other, making people feel uncomfortable and shuddering.
The woman complied, and quickly finished her drink and put down her glass. Just as he wanted to turn around and leave, he heard Sneijder behind him say leisurely: "It seems that you are left-handed, and you often hold a gun in your left hand." β
The woman turned and looked at Snead with a stunned expression. And Snead slowly stood up: "There is a scar on the left index finger, it is not easy to remove the callus that often pulls the trigger, right?" β
The woman's lips trembled slightly, and she forced a smile: "Sir, it was to help the captain make food, and I accidentally burned it." β
The officer also confirmed that it was for him to get burned while cooking, and he saw the bubbles peel off with his own eyes.
A sneer appeared at the corner of Sneijder's mouth: "Okay, the palms of my hands were also accidentally burned together, so what about my wrists?" Is it doing household chores, such as planting flowers? Such calluses, how many flowers do you have to plant to grow, depending on your fine skin and tender flesh, it is impossible to work in the field. β
The woman still smiled unnaturally, "Sir, I don't know what you're talking about. As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly grabbed the table knife on the table and aimed it at the neck of an officer sitting next to him.
Problematic! The other officers pulled out their guns and pointed them at the woman's head.
"Don't move, or I'll kill him." The woman clutched the dinner knife in her left hand and grabbed the officer's hair with her right hand. The knife was slightly weighted and pressed deep into the hostage's neck, and a wisp of blood came out of it.
She dragged the officer up, grabbed him by the hair and walked out, shouting, "Get out of the way, get out of the way." β
"Don't shoot!" Sneijderpin still sat in his chair, quietly watching it all.
At his command, all the officers who drew their pistols pointed their guns at them, and no one fired.
Regel took a pistol, pointed it at the woman, and warned: "Let go, spare your life, or you're welcome." β
Of course, the woman didn't let go, and she was a little nervous when she grabbed the hostage: "Get out of the way, prepare a car for me, and I'll let him go when I leave here." β
"Okay!" Sneijder, who had been sitting, stood up, his long legs were a meter away, and he walked up to the woman in three or four steps.
"Don't move!" As soon as the woman called out, the wrist of her knife was twisted by Sneid, and it was pulled away.
The woman was stunned for a moment, she didn't expect Snead to come directly to grab the knife, and she didn't care about the safety of the hostages at all.
"Good boy, that's right!" Sneijder's tone was very understatement, although the woman held the knife tightly and pinched the knuckles of her fingers white, but Sneijder used brute force to take the knife from her hand.
"Damn cousin!" As soon as the danger left, the officer who was held hostage became angry and beat the woman to the ground with a single fist, and the corners of her mouth burst and bleed.
"Don't fight, give her some air, someone in the interrogation room will be ashamed of you." Snead threw the dinner knife on the table, looked at the woman who was set up by the soldiers and dragged out, with a little regret: "It's a pity to sing well." β
The officer who kept the woman turned pale, stammered to explain that this woman had nothing to do with him, and took the initiative to say, eager to explain how he got it and how to play it all at once, in order to get out of it.
"Don't worry, after the meal, go to the headquarters to report clearly." Snead walked back to his chair, sat down, and looked left and right, "Why are you all standing?" Sit down, continue, and don't spoil your interest for a little episode. β
The officers put their guns back into their magazines and sat down, while the women stood in amusement and did not dare to take their seats.
Sneijder squinted at the pale women, and a slight smile appeared on the corner of his mouth: "Scared? Then you go first. β
Regel then had the women escorted back to the officers' quarters, and waved her hand to let her go.
Cheng Qianxun went upstairs to his room, the scene just now was very thrilling, at this time he felt that goosebumps all over his body came out, and his back was cold. Sneijder was trained here again, and the environment made him a bit as ruthless and bottomless as Rudolph.
So her lie, Regel, believed that if he told Sneijder, he would find a flaw like Rudolph.
After about half an hour, the party ended early, and with what had just happened, those officers did not go back as soon as possible to find out their own women.
There were footsteps on the stairs, and the sound of people talking. It seems that because the prisoner of war camp is relatively remote and the road is not safe, Sneijder will stay here and wait until tomorrow morning.
Regel arranged for Snead and walked into her room.
"Is that him?" Regel asked in the first sentence.
Seeing Cheng Qianxun nodding, Regel said excitedly: "I'll go talk to him." β
"Don't!" Cheng Qianxun stretched out his hand and grabbed Regel's sleeve, seeing Regel frowning slightly, knowing how she could casually touch a high-ranking Nazi official, even if Regel was good to her, it can be seen from a short period of time that he is a person with a habit of cleanliness. She quickly let go of her hand and muttered, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry." Don't say it, he won't believe it. If you don't believe it, it may be bad for you, sir! β
Regel hesitated, turned back and forth, stopped after a few back-and-forths, and agreed: "You're right. β
Sneijder is now an SS, doing work such as the brocade guard and the Ouchi secret agent, and if he can't be pulled down, he will put himself in it.
So what now? There is no need for Reggle to ask, Cheng Qianxun said himself: "As long as you find someone, you can only say it as a last resort, and if you want to say it, I will say it, depending on his reaction." He doesn't approve of it, sir, just follow his word, just find a way to save my life. β
Regger shook his head slightly: "You don't know how powerful the interrogation room is. β
"I know, that kind of place is about where the dead can speak." Cheng Qianxun smiled bitterly, she didn't want to deal with this kind of person: "Anyway, it's not that far, let's talk about it when it's really there." As long as everyone's lives are saved and they survive for a while, there is no need to explain, and Major Sneijder himself will know. β
"Will you know?" Puzzled, Regel thought for a moment, "Okay, the next thing is to find the remaining two." β
Sure enough, it's smart and won't be stupid to ask what to do next. Fortunately, Regel believed her, otherwise it would have been difficult to walk.
To avoid arousing suspicion, Regel went back to his room. Cheng Qianxun changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time.
In the morning, a crisp gunshot rang out, waking Cheng Qianxun from his sleep.
She got up and walked to the window to look. After a while, two soldiers dragged a corpse out of the room. Looking at the corpse's head, the flesh was blurred, and it was shot in the head.
What's going on? She didn't know what was going on, and since she woke up, she couldn't sleep when she saw this kind of thing, so she changed her clothes and got up. (To be continued.) )