Wet with rain, Cheng Qianxun hugged himself with his arms, shivering a little cold. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Think of the captives out there, who have to spend all night in the rain, and the days should be harder than ever.

Walking to Sneijder's door, his door was open, and a tall figure emerged from the darkness inside, dressed in a black uniform with a handsome but gloomy face: "Miss Cheng, why are you wet?" ”

She could only stay, hugging herself tightly, her voice trembling from the cold: "Long, sir." I wanted to change my clothes and come over to report, and I gave my cousin the raincoat. It's raining so hard outside that he's going to get drenched. ”

"Oh, you took the Empire's supplies and gave them to the enemies of the Empire, and you were still a prisoner?" Snead stood in the doorway, unhurried and leisurely asking, unable to tell what he was going to do with her.

There were Nazis all around, she swallowed, and said with difficulty: "The food for the captives is also the material of the Reich, although my cousin is a little stupid, it is that he was injured before, and people are stupid." His ability should be very strong, and he will definitely be useful in the future. ”

"Just him?" Snead seemed to think it was funny, and the corners of his mouth raised contemptuously: "What's the use, take him as a model, and shout a few more slogans before hanging him in public?" ”

This thing can be big or small, and she can only soften her tone as much as possible: "Sir, if he drenches with pneumonia, he can't go to the gallows, I promise that he will be very useful in the future, otherwise I won't find such a burden." ”

"So you still put bread in the pocket of your raincoat to keep him from starving?" Sneid's tone is still mild.

Cheng Qianxun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, she couldn't say that this bread was saved by her, and love was given to whomever she wanted. She said cautiously, as if jokingly, "I knew I couldn't hide anything from my sir." "Anyway, it's wrong to say it's wrong, and it's wrong to say it's good. If you want to kill, you have to kill, you have to punish, you have to beat, it only depends on how Sneijder feels.

Sneijder walked over, bowing his head slightly and slowly circling around her, as if thinking about something, and the cold wind that drove her shivered even more. He stopped and looked down at her, as if his eyes were fixed on her chest.

Looking down, he hugged himself with his arms, but did not cover his chest, and the shirt that was soaked in the rain made the corset very obvious. She quickly raised her hand up, raising her arm to cover her chest.

The corners of Sneiard's mouth tilted upwards were curled even more, but his face suddenly sank, and his voice became stern and unusual: "The captives come over, and it is our business to eat as much as we want." When they are too well fed, they will be full of thoughts about how to escape and pick up their guns against our fighters. Am I pampering you too much? Tomorrow morning you are not allowed to go to the restaurant, so that you can have a long memory, and dare to have a next time, I will starve you for one day, and there will be two days, if you are not afraid of starvation, although secretly go to the plug. ”

It looks fierce, but it's just a hungry meal, and it's breakfast. Just eat a little more at noon, Cheng Qianxun hurriedly accepted it humbly: "Yes, yes, no matter what happens in the future, I will report first and wait for instructions, and I will never make my own decisions." ”

Still pleased with her intellect, Sneijder tilted his head proudly against the door of her room with his military hat held high, indicating that she could go.

Cheng Qianxun was like a little mouse, and hurriedly lowered his chest and lowered his head to his room.

When I got to the room, I closed the door, and then I let out a long breath. Gently patted his chest, and got lucky.

When her heartbeat had stabilized a bit, she grabbed a soapy towel and dry clothes and went to the bathroom to shower. Hurry up and wash, there are a total of eight officers living here plus Regel, all of them are very clean, they have to take a bath every day, even morning and evening, and the bathroom is downstairs except for the one upstairs. The downstairs washroom is equipped with many shower heads, which are used by more than 60 soldiers, so it is not possible to occupy the washroom for a long time, especially at night before going to bed and in the morning.

The hot water rushed over his body, and finally drove the chill away. After a quick wash, the wet clothes are also washed by the way. Back in the room, hang up the clothes, put on a coat and wait for the hair to dry while continuing to make cotton clothes.

"No, no~" A woman let out a terrible scream, which could be heard even here.

I pushed open the window and looked out. The searchlight on the side turned on directly, and it was the woman who could sing arias, who was dragged to the prisoner camp. Judging from her white appearance, Cheng Qianxun couldn't help but be stunned, she was not wearing clothes.

Two soldiers dragged her all the way to the camp, then opened the barbed wire gate and threw her in.

Under the searchlight, she crouched in the muddy water with her hands on her hands, crying. And many of those captives stood up and slowly moved closer. Many of them haven't touched a woman for about a year or two, or even longer, and most of them are not of high quality. It is conceivable that at this time their eyes should be red and hot, and then I don't know who pounced first, and then went...

A heart-rending cry came, Cheng Qianxun closed his eyes, turned his body in a circle, and leaned against the wall by the window. Sometimes, during meals, the officers in the two interrogation rooms revealed that the female spies were too tight-mouthed to pry them open. And now, when the so-called "comrades" are scrambling to press on her one by one, will they reflect in the pain, what is she fighting for?

There are already men on it, and the crying sound is unbearable, not to mention that she is also a woman. But what could it be, off the Nazis, stripping her and throwing her in.

There are so many captives, even if one percent of the men are on it, as long as the woman is still a normal person, even if it is a mature woman, she will not survive the middle of the night. Maybe one or two people will rescue this woman first, and if she is willing to recruit, she will be pulled back to the interrogation room, and if she refuses, she will be thrown in again and played to death by the "comrades". This trick is too ruthless and amazing!

"Let go, let go of her!" A voice full of blood, untimidly screamed in the midst of this tragic bestiality.

Cheng Qianxun hurriedly returned to the window, and after reading it, he was about to cover his forehead, Rudolph, it's him again, this guy seems to be unwilling to sacrifice heroically, as if he seized the opportunity to remind the Nazis to kill him quickly.

"Get out of here, get out of here, get out of here!" Rudolph was indignant, and his eyes were not a little dirty. The men who were surrounding the women, touching or looking or moving the pistons, were angrily dragged up one by one, and one or two of them were kicked to the side.

He scolded: "Shame, shame, the Soviets are ashamed of you scum, let her go, she is our comrade, our sister, how can you treat her like this!" ”

Led by Rudolph, several captives also helped Rudolph drive away the man who had long been lustful.

Rudolph took off his thick black poncho and put it over the woman, sat beside her, and hugged the crying woman tightly. He could no longer be heard here, but it must have been words of comfort. The stimulated woman was still screaming heartbreakingly, but gradually calmed down under Rudolph's reassurance.

I never thought that Rudolph, who has always been cold-blooded, would be so upright and righteous, and everything in front of him was very touching, but also stupid. Such a person is only suitable as a heroic character, but he will not survive the end of the war. To rescue a poor woman, such an act is not only stupid, but also has the courage not to be afraid of death.

Cheng Qianxun was moved, but he could only look up, facing a dark cloud, mixed with darkness and still raining on the day, and smiled bitterly: Count you ruthless.

This night can finally sleep quietly, Cheng Qianxun went to the window to take a look before going to bed, and when the searchlight swept by, he saw Rudolph wrapping the woman tightly with a raincoat, turning her to the side corner, and holding her all the time, as if he had been chatting with her about something. And the other captives did not go up to harass them again, perhaps touched by Rudolph's actions.

It was dawn and the rain stopped. At the end of the night, someone still died. These captives have just arrived, and their bodies are quite strong, even if it is cold in the rainy night, they can withstand it temporarily. Most of the dead were wounded, and as their injuries worsened and they died, only about 20 bodies were removed from the camp.

"Let her go, you inhuman aggressors." Rudolph's high-pitched voice was heard again.

"Oh my God, what is he doing?" Cheng Qianxun, who was hungry to make cotton clothes, rolled his eyes, stood up, and walked to the window.

The woman was being dragged out of the camp by the soldiers, and she was fortunately wearing a raincoat to cover her body. Otherwise, she would be in front of tens of thousands of men, and her body would be seen clearly.

Rudolph, of course, was beaten again, he got up from the mud and, despite the wounds on his face, walked to the entrance and exit of the barbed wire fence and insulted the soldiers.

Then he began to sing, and many people in the camp sang along, and the song was majestic and mighty, resounding through the sky, and the dark and cold heaven and earth exuded a majestic righteousness. And Cheng Qianxun was almost about to hug his head, and he was so impressed that he threw himself to the ground, and he felt like crying bitterly. What is Nima singing, it's "The Internationale", the Internationale!

What the hell is he doing, what is he doing? If he continues to toss like this, the Buddha, Guanyin Bodhisattva and a grandson monkey will not be able to save him.

The door opened, and Regel came in with a plate of breakfast and looked at the table: "Still making cotton clothes?" Come and eat. ”

He also explained: "Lieutenant Colonel Sneijder just told you not to go to the cafeteria, but he didn't say that you wouldn't be allowed to eat breakfast. ”

Yes, the latter fiercely said that he would starve her for a day or two, and that was also the punishment when he committed it again.

Regger placed the plate on the table and walked over.

Cheng Qianxun looked at the camp worriedly. Regel smiled contemptuously: "Let them sing, and when they have enough, they will stop." After five days, it would be nice to have the strength to stand up and receive food. ”

"But if your cousin goes on like this, even if he is protected by you, he won't be able to live, so I'll persuade him when I have time." Regel turned around and left the room, and before leaving, he told her to eat breakfast as soon as possible, and when she was done, she just took the plate down at noon.

Regel was right, and she thought so, too. Turning his head and turning outside, the soldiers by the barbed wire fence roared a few times to shut up the captives, but how could they block the mouths of the crowd and let them sing. The captives sang the Internationale three times and their new anthem twice, and then it was over. (To be continued.) )