Clear gunshots rang out on the ice. A Soviet Red Army soldier lowered his Mosin-Nagant rifle to the sky, pulled the bolt and loaded a bullet again, while the two companions beside him also moved towards the distance.
The sleigh on the ice started shouting at the top of its lungs.
"Victor, what are they shouting?" After the old hunter Ino finished speaking, he simply ordered the two reindeer to slow down, turned around and ran slowly towards the Sanming Soviet soldiers.
"Let's stop," Wei Ran responded with a smile, then pulled the bolt and loaded the submachine gun placed under the wolfskin blanket.
"I hope they won't regret it," the old hunter Ino shook the reins vigorously, and finally reminded, "shoot when you feel it's almost done."
"knew"
Wei Ran responded in a low voice, lifted the wolfskin blanket covering his body a little, and quietly pointed the muzzle of his submachine gun at the three Soviet Red Army soldiers who had their guns hidden behind their backs.
As the distance got closer, the old hunter Ino waved enthusiastically towards the other party and at the same time greeted the other party's mother cordially in Finnish.
Almost at the moment one of the soldiers took out the submachine gun hidden behind his back, Wei Ran, who was hiding in the wolf-skin blanket, immediately pulled the trigger and fired a series of small shots at the three Soviet Red Army soldiers who were only twenty meters away.
barrage!
Amidst the clear gunshots of "ta da da", the mutinous ppd submachine gun accurately knocked down the three Soviet Red Army soldiers on the snow who were about to hijack the sleigh.
Just as he was firing, in the forest where the bonfire had just been lit not long ago, a deafening gunshot suddenly sounded behind the blue hat who was trying to take off his frozen trousers.
But it was not him who was shot, but the Soviet soldier at the edge of the forest not far in front of him who was about to put down his binoculars and pick up his rifle!
Before the soldier who had been shot fell to the ground, the sharp Finnish hunting knife in Mika's hand had already stabbed hard into the right shoulder of the blue hat in front of him. At the same time, the barrel of the gun still emitting smoke in his hand was turned around.
, prepare to put it on the opponent's head and catch him alive.
But the blue hat's reaction was not slow at all. He suddenly raised his head back while screaming, and hit Mika's neck hard with the back of his head.
The sudden soreness immediately caused Mika to subconsciously retract his hand to cover the bleeding nose. The blue hat took advantage of this opportunity, turned his body forward and distanced himself from Mika, and hurriedly tried to get away from him.
He took out his own pistol from the cowhide holster.
Mika, who had messed up, no longer cared about capturing any prisoners. He held back the tears that flowed out uncontrollably. He raised his hand, pointed at the blue hat who had already touched the handle of the gun, and tapped the trigger repeatedly!
Amidst the continuous screams, the blue hat was shot in the stomach continuously, and finally lost his ability to resist and fell to the snow.
Grabbing a ball of snow and applying it to his nose, Mika was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat. When he calmed down, he looked at the blue hat lying not far away with more air coming out and less air coming in. There was written on his young face.
Full of annoyance. This was the first time he captured a prisoner by himself, but he didn't expect that he messed up in the most critical place.
Less than ten minutes later, the old hunter Ino stopped the reindeer at the edge of the forest and shouted from a distance, "Mika, is it solved?"
"It's settled, come here!" Mika immediately responded in Finnish, and then sat down next to the dying prisoner with a frown on his face, not knowing how to explain at all.
Outside the forest, the old hunter Ino put his submachine gun aside, turned to Wei Ran and said, "I'll wait for you here."
Wei Ran nodded, picked up a kerosene lantern, followed the footprints on the snow, and walked into the forest. Then he saw the prisoner bleeding on the ground and Mika, who was frowning on the side.
"I screwed up," Mika said sadly, "I wanted to capture him alive."
"It's okay." Wei Ran patted Mika on the shoulder, then squatted next to the dying blue hat, "Where is your division commander Zelentsov?"
"Cough...cough cough..."
Some dark red blood gushed out from the corner of the blue hat's mouth, but a mocking smile appeared on his face. With difficulty, he stretched out his hand to grab the Nagant revolver at Weiran's feet.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran took a small step back, and then thrust the pistol into the opponent's hand. Holding his own pistol, the blue hat tried several times to raise the muzzle and point it at the two of them or at them.
He aimed his chin, but without exception, he no longer had enough strength to pull the trigger.
Gently taking the Nagant revolver from the opponent's hand, Wei Ran said again, "How about you tell me where your division commander is?"
"Wine..." The blue hat murmured in a weak voice, and his blood-stained hand struggled to reach into his chest.
Wei Ran sighed and helped the other party take out a blood-stained silver wine flask from his arms, but there was a slightly deformed bullet bullet embedded in the wine flask. And he was taken away with the wine flask.
What came out was a flag also stained with blood.
Ignoring the flag of the 163rd Division, Wei Ran pulled out the cork of the wine bottle and brought it to the corner of the other party's mouth. The remaining wine was slowly poured into the other party's mouth as Wei Ran deflected his wrist.
After swallowing the last sip of wine with difficulty, the blue hat looked down at the flag still in his arms, closed his eyes with satisfaction, and said in a weak voice, "Shoot... I... want to
Go home”
Glancing at the frostbite on the opponent's cheeks and the frozen legs, Wei Ran shook his head, placed the wine bottle on the opponent's chest, slowly raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!" In the crisp sound of gunfire, a faint smoke escaped from the muzzle of the gun, and the satisfied expression on the face of the blue hat completely solidified.
Wei Ran sighed, placed the Nagant revolver in his hand on the chest of the blue hat, stood up, carried the kerosene gas lamp, picked up the telescope in the hand of the corpse at the edge of the forest, and walked towards the forest one step at a time.
Sleigh rides waiting outside.
Mika looked at Wei Ran, then at the corpse at his feet, slapped his forehead in frustration, bent down to pick up the flag still in the corpse's arms and chased after him.
"Dad Ino, run back!" Wei Ran said while sitting on the sleigh, "The division commander probably went in the opposite direction."
"As long as it doesn't snow, we can catch up." Father Ino's voice was particularly confident. After Mika, who was following behind, got into the car, he immediately shook the reins and returned to the original route.
"Victor, did that division commander really run south?" Under the warm wolfskin blanket, a somewhat depressed Mika asked anxiously. He was still blaming himself for the mistake just now.
"At least half the chance"
Wei Ran nodded and expressed his analysis, "That flag was planted on the battlefield for at least a whole day. It was probably that he wanted to use that flag to draw away our troops to relieve the two encirclements. As for that flag,
The division commander either remains in the encirclement to command the breakout, or he has abandoned his troops and fled on his own."
Mika breathed a sigh of relief, "Is it possible that he went to the group that was surrounded in the east?"
"It's unlikely. There's no point in going there and throwing yourself into a trap."
Wei Ran's tone became more and more certain, "Anyway, let's follow the tracks. As long as we catch the people in the car running south, we will know where the division commander is."
