In the underground shelter illuminated by oil lamps, Kantan, Gale and Quentin each held a piece of bearskin, holding their hands on their knees and gasping for breath, while the three fur traders who were helping with their hands behind their backs were
Has stopped breathing.
Only Wei Ran, sitting alone on the bed closest to the fireplace, watched calmly as they took off the clothes of the three prisoners, and then took off his own clothes to exchange them. Gale even turned out Kang
The two Soviet military caps that Tan and Dorian once wore were placed on the heads of the two corpses.
"Victor and Dorian outside are still wearing German clothes."
Quentin straightened up and said, "Let's move quickly to catch the four people outside the forest and ask them to borrow a set of clothes for Victor and Dorian."
"Are we going to keep all this stuff here?"
While Kantan was speaking, he looked at the bear skin that had been used up quite regretfully, "This is the first time I have hunted such a big prey."
"Stay here!"
Quentin helped Gale place the three corpses in German uniforms side by side by the bed. "Their stronghold is very rich in supplies, especially bear skins like this. In addition, take away their weapons!"
Our weapons stay."
“At least bring a few bottles of wine!”
While Gale was speaking, he had already opened the metal box, took a few bottles of wine from it and stuffed it into his arms. He then stuffed the metal box under the bed where the three bodies were leaning.
"And sleeping bags!" As Kantan spoke, he quickly pulled everyone's sleeping bags off the bed. "This thing can save lives."
After hurriedly cleaning up the disguised scene, Quentin looked at Wei Ran who had been sitting by the fireplace and asked strangely, "Victor, what's wrong with you?"
"nothing"
Wei Ran waved his hand. He didn't care about what had just happened. Those who kill will always be killed. The death of the fur trader Eero here can be regarded as karma. Besides, it is still the same saying that you should not persuade others to do good without suffering.
In order to survive, it doesn't matter what Quentin and others can do.
He just felt that the Quentin who Gale "missed day and night", the Quentin who took the initiative to lead away the pursuers, and the Quentin who was leading all this in front of him were really two different people.
"Then let's go quickly!" Quentin was the first to leave the shelter before he finished speaking.
Looking at the excited Gale and the silent Kantan, Wei Ran didn't say anything nonsense after all, and walked out of the shelter at the end, helping to close the wooden door.
"Gail, can you drive this sled?" Quentin asked, pointing to the dogs and the two reindeer that were having fun not far away.
"Dog sledding is fine." Gale scratched his head, "But those two deer..."
"Let me do it"
When Wei Ran saw Kang An asking Dorian to cover the entrance and exit of the shelter with snow, he immediately agreed.
"It would be great"
Quentin looked around and said thoughtfully, "Bring those two buckets to the lake, so they might be more easily discovered by the Germans. Also, what about the bathtub? Since we are carrying Eero
Because of his identity, he cannot be blamed for the murder."
"Over there!" Gale pointed to the tent not far away, "Inside."
"Take it away together and throw it into the lake later." Quentin said without thinking.
"I'm starting to wonder if you were a chef before," Wei Ran, who was already sitting on the reindeer sleigh, couldn't help but ask.
“Of course the chef”
Quentin spread his hands frankly, "But before I met Gale, I murdered a banker in Germany, robbed a lot of money, and then fled to France. Of course, that was before the war. I think the current German police
I shouldn't be arrested for those things, because the banker seems to be a Jew too."
"You are so candid"
Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded. He had reason to believe that this man in his thirties had definitely murdered more than one person. As for the operation just now, he had no doubt that he was a habitual criminal.
"Originally I thought this war was a good thing"
Quentin lit another cigarette and puffed out a puff of smoke and said, "Because I finally don't have to worry about being caught every day. You may not believe it, but I decided not to do those dirty deeds when I met my wife."
. But I never thought that I would be caught by the Germans not because I murdered a rich German man, but because I was a Jew."
"Is your wife okay?" Weiran asked while Gale was hanging the bucket and bathtub on the tails of the two sleighs.
"It should be fine..."
Quentin looked at the aurora surging above his head, "According to German standards, she is a pure-blood Aryan. Even if she eloped with me to France, it would not affect her bloodline. Even when she left me and my son behind,
After that, I was allowed to return to Germany. But my son and I were not so lucky."
“You have really rich experience”
Wei Ran shook his head dumbfounded, committed murder, eloped, washed his hands and became a chef, was trapped in the Alps, was abandoned by his wife, was captured by Germany, and was sent to Finland, where he never saw the light of day. Now he has escaped twice.
Quentin, who took his friends to fake his identity, can definitely be regarded as a protagonist.
Quentin flicked away the half-smoked cigarette butt, "Except for the few years I lived with my wife, the rest of my experiences were not good memories. After she abandoned us, even that time turned into a nightmare.
"
Wei Ran also sighed, "In this war, I'm afraid no one will get too many good memories."
Quentin glanced at Kantan and others who had finished their work, sat down on the reindeer sleigh driven by Wei Ran, and said with a smile, "Put the bullets on your pistols. Let's try not to shoot later. Okay,
lets go!"
Before he finished speaking, Gale was the first to yell at the dogs, pulling the two trailers tied to the back of the sled and running. Seeing this, Wei Ran waited for Kantan and Dorian to get into the sled, and quickly shook his head.
The reins, pulling the tub, chased Gale out of the shelter behind him.
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tents. And between the two tents, there were two reindeer sleighs parked.
Under Quentin's command, Gale unhooked the two sled buckets that were no longer needed next to the half-track motorcycle with its engine removed, then picked up the reins again and rushed forward.
It wasn't until the two sleighs stopped one after another that a man with his body wrapped tightly emerged from one of the tents and asked in German, "Have you found that..."
Before he finished speaking, Quentin, who had jumped out of the sleigh, had already stopped the other party with a gun, and responded loudly in German, "Not found, they are not there, what can we eat later?"
"Mr. Quentin, if we can catch fish, we can eat fish later." A voice came in response from the tent.
Quentin waved his hand to Gale beside him, who immediately approached him with Kantan, who was holding a shotgun.
Without any trouble at all, the other three people hiding in the tent lined up and walked out of the tent with their hands raised, leaving only an ice hole the size of a basin and a bright kerosene gas lamp.
"Where's Eero?" asked the first man Gale pointed a gun at. "Who are these people? Why is he wearing Eero's clothes?"
"You have too many questions." Quentin gestured with the pistol in his hand, "Take off your clothes, right now!"
"What did you say?"
"Poof!" Quentin stabbed the opponent's chest with a Finnish hunting knife without any warning.
"You, take off your clothes," Quentin said to the other person under Dorian's horrified gaze.
Before he finished speaking, the man who was pointed at gunpoint by Kantan immediately began to take off his clothes.
"Tell your two Finnish friends to take off their clothes too," Quentin continued.
Hearing this, the man who was taking off his clothes immediately changed into Finnish and signaled them to take off their clothes. One of the two Finnish men immediately started to take off one of them, but the other one was stubborn and took a step forward, "If you have the guts, just do it."
Shoot."
I don’t know if he was influenced by Quentin, but Gale actually pulled out the dagger from his waist and stabbed the tough Finn in the chest!
"Plop"
The second corpse was lying on its back on the snow. The bright red blood only had time to smudge a small patch of snow before condensing into ice. At this time, not only the expression on Dorian's face became more horrified, but
Even Kantan frowned.
A moment later, Kantan, who was nearly fifty years old, put his arms around Dorian's shoulders and said with helplessness in his tone, "We have no choice. If we want to survive, we must kill people, regardless of whether the other person is innocent or not."
Dorian nodded and didn't say anything after all. He followed Quentin's instructions and put on the clothes that the German-speaking man had taken off in the rising cold wind.
By the time Wei Ran took off his German uniform and put on the Finn's clothes, Quentin and Gale had already forced them to throw the two bodies into the ice cave in the tent.
"Put on their clothes."
Quentin's attitude seemed to have improved a lot. He pointed at the clothes Wei Ran and Dorian had changed and said, "Then you can leave."
"You swear?" the German-speaking man who was the first to give in asked cringingly.
"I swear, I swear to you." Quentin said seriously, and even pretended to extend his hand to salute.
"You have to swear to God." As the man spoke, he had already picked up the uniform that Wei Ran had changed into and hurriedly put it on.
"Or I can swear on the gun in my hand," Quentin threatened in a cold tone.
The man's expression changed and he immediately called the other Finnish hunter to change his clothes.
However, almost when they were about to put on their shoes, Quentin had already called Gale in French to withdraw the bullets from the shotgun, then held the barrel of the gun and hit the two prisoners with the hard butt of the gun.
on the head.
"Bang!"
With two almost overlapping muffled sounds, the two finally fell down one after another. The dark red blood flowing out from the back of their heads once again added color to the snow under their feet.
"Throw it in"
Quentin reloaded the shotgun, "then used the tub to seal the hole, and then buried it with snow."
