Chapter 372: Acting

Natasha had two braids, and she had these green eyes, plus her skin was very white, and it was easy for the two Germans to rush to the cordial. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 infoBecause of her appearance, the design is very much like what Hitler defined as a "standard Aryan woman".

Her face is delicate and angular, her face is slightly delicate, and the fly in the ointment may be that these eyes are not sky blue.

What the two Germans were saying, Natasha could only understand individual words, and knew nothing else. Besides, she didn't want to have anything to do with these two now, because she knew that Kota was waiting for an opportunity to kill these two guys.

So, she can act a little timid, take a few steps back, and hold the cart with both hands.

Kota immediately stepped forward to make a round: "Don't mind. This is my sister. But it's a pity that she hurt her throat and can't speak now. ā€

"Is this true?" One person was taken aback and said, "It's terrible that such a beautiful woman can't sing like a lark." ā€

As he spoke, another person boldly stepped forward, and he stood in front of Natasha with a smile on his face. She boldly took off her cotton hat and stroked her blonde hair.

"What a beautiful girl, I can't believe that there is a girl like you hidden in the workers' quarters. You're like an angel, completely different from those old women. What's your name, you can always write it down if you can't say it, right? ā€

Kota kept an eye on the airport, and with the presence of German families, they must have come to work.

Now Natasha is in new trouble, and in Kota's opinion, this German guy actually wants to be a love saint? Natasha is indeed very beautiful, but the fighters know that this child is the person of the deputy division commander. It is also likely that there is a special friendship between the two, and those who are interested should not look for the matter of the chief.

Natasha was naturally silent, because she did not understand the Germans at all, and she was even more agitated, as if she was very shy.

Kota immediately said, "My sister is more afraid of life. She can only pronounce very hoarsely, so she is discriminated against in her hometown. So here we are, please don't be hard for her anymore. ā€

The man nodded, and the girl looked up casually, but it made him find the topic. He turned his head to look at Kota and asked casually, "It's weird." Your eyes are blue, and hers is indeed green. Since entering Russia, most of the Russian women I have seen have green eyes, and your sister is somewhat similar to them. ā€

Is this suspicious? Cota was shocked.

In fact, the indigenous inhabitants of Scandinavia are more likely to have light blue iris. And what about Nazi Germany now? This is the original place where the Slavs and the Balts lived, who lived with the Germanic peoples for a long time, and after thousands of years of integration, even the Germans had a considerable number of green eyes.

"But her hair is blonde, and the Russians have such a shinier hair color than gold?" She is Aryan, and as for the problem of the eyes, it is not a problem. ā€

"Who knows, Rudolph, don't flirt with this girl. She's still a child, so you better go ahead and go to those prostitutes from Ukraine. Another soldier's rhetoric directly relieved Kota.

This guy named Rudolph would never have imagined that Natasha's coat was a notebook, which was full of investigative information.

Cota breathed a long sigh of relief, and he immediately changed the subject, and said with a smile, "Even if those bandits are coming, we can't keep our nerves tense all the time. Just smoke a few cigarettes, let's go to the woods and rest for a while, and the province will be seen by your chiefs. ā€

This is exactly what the two of them mean, they supervise the construction of the workers, and this work is really boring.

The intelligence is that the Soviets are coming back to attack, when exactly are they coming? The patrol has not reported that they will indeed come? Many of the defenders had doubts.

The two of them deserted like this, and Kota took the opportunity to give his guys a look, meaning that he was ready to make a move.

Cota led the two to a secluded place, where there were only some tall red pines, and the pine needles were covered with snow. The vegetation is dense, and when you look at the airport here, you can only see a hint of it.

Kota took out a cigarette, which was captured by the Germans. These two were not suspicious, if they thought about it carefully, how could this worker have military cigarettes? Kota pretended to touch his pocket again and said regretfully, "I'm sorry." Where did my lighter go? ā€

One was about to speak, and the German soldier, of course, was carrying a cigarette lighter, meaning that he was going to light it himself.

Kota quickly turned his head and said, "William, Schneider, where are your lighters?" ā€

He just casually called out the names of the two people, and the remaining six, including Natasha, all walked up.

At this time, Kota was still smiling, and he watched the two Germans put cigarettes to their lips, and he did the same. He himself is a role, if there is a camera to shoot this scene at this time, then he can simply convict himself of a "traitor to the great motherland". With this face, it is simply the same as the Germans. However, this move also won the trust of the Germans.

A scout stood in front of Kota, and he reached for the lighter's lighter.

"Friend, let me light it for both of you. Excuse me, you guys put your face together. ā€

The two did so, saying that it was too late and too soon, and that it was not a lighter that Kota had brought out. A dagger flashed cold, and a single attack cut the necks of the two men at the same time, and immediately blood sprayed all over Kota's body.

The attack was rapid, their veins were not completely severed, but their vocal cords were useless.

The dagger in Cota's hand was still dripping with blood, and the two men looked at the "lumberjacks" around them in disbelief. The person in front of him was still smiling just now, and now he is frightening.

The two men clutched their necks, and the blood was like a fountain, and the blood had sprinkled a large area of the land, and the snow was stained red.

Kota said coldly, "Now let you die to understand." We are the Soviet Red Army, and your airfields are about to turn into a sea of fire. ā€

The faces of the two men distorted even more, perhaps annoyed that they didn't immediately realize that the people in front of them were enemies. But they don't need to be angry or resentful anymore.

Several others drew their daggers and stabbed the enemy directly in the back of the head, directly destroying their self-consciousness, and the enemy died instantly.

The two men were dumbfounded, and Kota spat at the corpse: "You guys are stupid! ā€

He had all the bodies removed, including the repaired carriage (which was not broken). The ground was covered with another layer of blood, and the bodies were simply carried onto a cart, and after a few minutes, the scene of the assassination had been cleaned.

Cota finally asked, "Natasha, how are you doing?" Are they all drawn? ā€

"It's basically all right! Some of the things that I didn't draw were all memorized in my head. "Natasha has a good memory, especially the enemy's firing points, and this is the most critical information, and she draws it in the most detail.

The reconnaissance mission went through a bit of twists and turns, but it was successfully completed. Thinking back to what happened just now, it was a close contact between everyone and the German soldiers. Everyone was calm, and Kota was glad he was good at drilling. He joked: "I found out that I still have the talent of an actor, and after all, I didn't disturb the enemy this time." ā€

"Let's go back quickly, Kota. When the war is over, you can study Stanislavsky's writings. One said jokingly.

"Okay! After the war, I finished my college courses. Our Natasha also has to finish her last year of study, and then go to university. Now, let's go back. (To be continued.) )