In the howling snowstorm, Sergei ordered his draft horse that had just drunk some hot water, pulled eight boxes of precious fish, and left the island in front of everyone.

"Everyone, please go back and have a rest, Yuri, you will stay on guard in the shack."

Father Seryosha issued an order, "Have a good rest and be energetic. As soon as the blizzard stops, the German plane will be here."

"Ula!" Vasily, the youngest, shouted, waving his little fist.

"Ula!" Everyone shouted, and they suppressed their worries about Sergey and returned to the shack together.

"How much fish do we have left?" Seryosha asked Vlada, who was about to go to the kitchen.

"There are still four boxes of fish, and there are still a lot of fish and internal organs." Vlada said, "Shall we give them to them?"

"Ivan, will you go after daybreak?"

Seryosha said to the old fisherman Ivan, "The militiamen on the other two islands must also be hungry. Send two boxes to each island."

"Do I need to teach them how to make fried canned fish?" Wei Ran asked, who was also not in a hurry to leave.

"No, no need."

Father Seryosha made a decision, "There are no reporters like you on those two islands, let alone nurses like Olga.

On those two islands, only the gunners are considered soldiers, and it would be too dangerous for the others to do such a thing, so we should do it."

"Alright"

Wei Ran nodded, "I will continue to look for canned bombs after the wind and snow stop."

"Let Ruslan take it... No, let Igor take you to find it. He knows where the can bombs are." Father Seryosha said, "Okay, let's all go and have a rest."

Returning to his own shack, it was already extremely warm inside due to the fireplace.

Throwing a few extra pieces of firewood into the fireplace, Wei Yan left a gap in the ventilation window, but he did not lie down in a hurry. Instead, he took out the film that Rollei had taken, and then opened the small suitcase and put the same contents inside.

All the film that had been taken was taken out.

He planned to give these things to Sergey to take to Kobona tomorrow. As for just now, he really couldn't bear to waste the precious time of the transporter and let him wait for him.

After putting all the films into sealed tubes and sealing them with candles and rags found in the box, Wei Ran took off his robe and laid it down on it, secretly looking forward to the blizzard lasting longer, but he

Paradoxically hoping it would stop as soon as possible.

No matter which option you choose, you can save a group of people, but it also means you may kill a group of people.

The contradiction in the multiple-choice question about war is equivalent to the trolley problem.

But in the question of war, it is not needed, and no time is given to any participant to think.

Everyone, including those alone tied to the rails, would choose the least harmful option among all options without hesitation.

Utilitarianism?

certainly!

Otherwise, how could there be a war?

In these meaningless thoughts, Wei Ran finally fell asleep with difficulty while tossing and turning.

He dreamed that he became a fish in a box, that he was transported to Leningrad on a horse-drawn sledge, a car, a fighting sled and even a dog sledge, which was also ravaged by a blizzard. He dreamed of hungry children in

I look happy to receive this gift.

He also dreamed about the animal breeder, the smart dog, the traffic attendants holding red lights, the children he jumped into the cold lake again and again but failed to save, and...

..those colorful hats.

Finally, he woke up with a cry of cold sweat on his head.

At this time, the shack illuminated by the firelight of the fireplace was still warm, and the ventilation window on the side of the door was not blocked by snow. But he himself, because he drank too much fish soup before going to bed, felt anxious.

Intention to urinate.

Putting on the robe that retained body heat, he opened the wooden door of the shack and walked out through the thick snow.

The sky was getting much brighter at this time, but although the wind was still the same, the snow was much lighter.

Across the cemetery, at the door of the shack that serves as the operating room in the distance, there is a red signal light that is constantly swaying in the wind. The operating room is also dimly lit.

Choosing a tree at random, Wei Ran lifted up his robe and poured water while looking at the sky above his head. According to his prediction, the snowstorm would probably end in a short time.

Just as he was shaking off the last drop of water, he also noticed that there seemed to be a light approaching them in the distance.

Sergey is back?

Wei Ran immediately collected the birds and ran into the shack, picked up the small pack of film he had prepared in advance and ran over.

Almost at the same time he ran out of the forest, the door to the medical room was pushed open, and immediately after, Yuri ran out of it.

"It's Sergei!" Yuri breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm really worried that he won't come back."

“Prepare hot soup quickly”

Wei Ran reminded him, and at the same time he opened the backpack he had just brought, took out the gun camera as quickly as possible, and aimed it at Sergey, who was running towards him.

However, when the person in the camera and the horse-drawn sledge got closer and closer, so close that he subconsciously pulled the trigger to take the first photo, he realized something was wrong!

"Something happened to Sergey!"

Wei Ran hurriedly put away his gun camera. He could see clearly just now that the person sitting on the horse-drawn sledge was almost a snowman!

"What did you just say?" Yuri opened the door of the medical room and shouted.

"Something seems to have happened to Sergei! Call Father Seryosha!"

As Wei Ran spoke, he whistled hard and ordered the horse to run a few steps faster towards him.

After a while, he grabbed the reins and stopped the sledge. Almost immediately, Father Seryosha and old Ivan came out one after another.

"Sergei? Can you hear me? Sergey?"

Wei Ran called the other person's name while trying to pull off the ice and snow accumulated on his body and face.

However, the ice and snow had frozen together with his face and the German goggles he was wearing.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Trembling, I touched his neck with my hand. It was cold and there was no pulse at all.

I continued to touch my chest, and there was still a trace of warmth, but it came from my own heart.

"Get out of the way"

Wei Ran said hello and carefully picked up Sergey, but he...he still maintained the sitting position of driving the horse-drawn sledge, and he didn't even let go of the reins!

"Sergey died," Yuri said sadly.

"Let me try again"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took off the gloves on Sergey's hands, picked him up again, and carried him into the shack that served as the operating room.

But even though he was lying on the simple wooden bed that served as an operating table, Sergey still maintained his driving posture.

"Victor, Victor."

Seryosha stopped Wei Ran who was trying to perform cardiopulmonary resuscitation on Seryosha, "He has been sacrificed. He is dead. He was frozen to death. Victor, let him go. Sergey is already dead."

Hearing this, Wei Ran did not intend to give up. He stubbornly took the hot towel that Yuri had prepared and applied it to Sergey's neck, and then started cardiopulmonary compression.

One minute, two minutes, five minutes, ten minutes, finally, he finally gave up rescuing under the pressure of Father Seryosha and Old Ivan.

"Take off his robe and send him to the cemetery."

Seryosha said, picking up the warmer that was still releasing heat next to the bed and handing it to Wei Ran, "Comrade reporter, we hope that everyone can get out alive and leave alive.

But this is war, and war kills people. Today it is Sergey, and tomorrow it may be me, it may be Yuri, or it may be Jonya.

People will die in war, and all we have to do is end this war before everyone dies."

"Yes...yes..."

Wei Ran took the heater and said, "But...how could he freeze to death?"

'We don't have time to grieve'

Jonya, who was standing at the door of the shack, said, "It will be dawn soon, and the German plane will be coming. Comrades, be prepared to die in battle, for the sake of Leningrad."

"For Leningrad! Ulla!" The few remaining militiamen inside and outside the shack shouted the same slogan in unison.

"Let me take a group photo for everyone."

Weiran requested, "Take a group photo with Sergei included before the German plane arrives."

"Then let's take a picture." Father Seryosha sighed.

A somewhat darkly humorous scene is that Sergey, who was literally frozen, still maintained, and could only maintain, the driving posture.

Because of this, after some discussion, everyone decided to let him sit on the horse-drawn sledge again, while the others gathered around the sledge.

"Click"

Wei Ran, holding a kerosene lamp in one hand, pressed the shutter button and took the last photo of the transporter Sergey.

"Let's take him to the cemetery."

While speaking, Seryosha struggled to carry Sergei on his shoulders, and said as he walked, "Vasily, next we need to select a new transporter."

"I see"

Vasily's face was tight and red from the cold, and he accepted this cruel job.
To be continued...