Before four o'clock in the morning on the day when he and the breeder Matvey agreed to go to the front line to collect horse meat, Wei Ran quietly got up and left the warm room alone in the dark.
Separated by a door and two cotton curtains, the biting cold wind made a horrifying wail as it passed through the ruins of the building. From time to time, there were some tiny snowflakes, which were blown into the open space outside the basement room by the cold wind.
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I looked up at the crack in the ceiling on the first floor. It had only been one night, and the crack through which I could see the sky had been completely covered by snow. Correspondingly, there was also a comet tail-like accumulation on the first floor.
Snow.
Wei Ran tightened the leather flying hat on his head, took out his b8 goggles and put them on his face, then put on a wool scarf borrowed from Mrs. Weiya, and finally put on his flying gloves and
Wearing bearskin mittens inside and outside, he picked up an ax and a saw and left the basement, dragging the sledge alone out of the ruins of the building.
This night, a layer of thick snow has accumulated on the streets outside, as if to cover up all tragedies. Looking up at the night sky, although through the American b8 goggles from the Hürtgen Forest, the night sky is dark, but at least
It is certain that the snow has finally stopped.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran followed the shadow on the edge of the building and dragged the sledge truck straight towards the zoo.
However, he didn't know that less than 5 minutes after he set off, a petite and thin figure, dragging a sledge truck alone, caught up with him along the footprints and sled tracks he left.
Compared to Wei Ran who was fully equipped, Ke Na followed behind. Her only "equipment" was the three pieces of chocolate that Lydia secretly gave her last night.
After rushing along slowly and hurriedly, when the satellite crossed the Neva River again, it couldn't help but stop next to the crashed Stuka bomber again.
Sitting down on the empty sledge, he took off his gloves, took out the British army kettle from the metal book, and took two luxurious sips of thick honey.
Putting away the kettle and putting on his gloves again, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he took out a bundle of rope about the thickness of his little finger from the sledge truck. He looked up at the crashed Stuka and recalled it carefully.
Looking at the route he took when he approached, he finally stood up with the rope and walked over step by step.
Yesterday's blizzard was completely unexpected. If it hadn't been for the snow, what he would do next might be much simpler. But because of the snow, the butterfly mines scattered around had been completely buried. The only way he could
The only thing I can do is to take risks and bet on my luck and my minefield memory skills developed by the Hongqi Forest Farm.
He cautiously took the first step, then the second step. After a short pause, he cautiously took the third step and the fourth step.
Gradually, a series of footprints were left on the ground less than half a meter apart. The body of the pilot in the wreckage of the Stuka bomber also shortened by half a meter, and finally became face to face again.
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He took out the lighter that Matvey gave him in return the day before yesterday and lit it. Weiyan used the faint light to inspect it carefully, then extinguished the lighter, took off the rope hanging diagonally on his shoulder, and threaded one end of it through the pilot's body.
The armpit of the corpse, and then threw the other end over the wooden beam supported diagonally above the head.
Slowly applying force to tighten the rope, as the two ends of the rope tightened, the frozen corpse slowly left the cockpit, and the wreckage of the Stuka bomber inevitably made a creaking sound.
Scary noise.
After a short pause and waiting for the noise to disappear, Wei Ran continued to exert force, almost relying on his own weight, to lift out the broken and stiff body bit by bit.
Holding the rope tightly with one hand, he wrapped the rope around the leg of the corpse a few times with the other hand and tied a knot. Then he carefully let go, letting the corpse hang directly above the wreckage of the plane.
With the cold wind blowing, it floated back and forth like a round human pendulum. Without daring to waste time, Wei Ran rummaged through the corpse as quickly as possible and found a paratrooper pinned to the leg.
Gravity knife and a P38 pistol tucked into the boot.
Finally, when he picked up a canvas bag from the snow-covered cabin, he finally found what he wanted most—a Gemstone 33 gasoline stove, plus two boxes of pilot chocolates and
A fairly generous iron ration, two packets of coffee powder and two packets of saccharin.
This so-called iron ration is actually not much different from the K ration of the US military. It is definitely not delicious. It only contains carbohydrates, meat, vegetables and refreshing drinks.
It’s not surprising that these things appear in the pilot’s emergency rations. After all, if you only provide those chocolates with a barely acceptable taste, I’m afraid they will be chewed as snacks by the pilots within a few flights. However, those iron rations,
Junker flies, the majority of whom are Junker nobles, will not take the initiative to eat that thing until the last moment.
Without having time to carefully check what was in the iron ration, Wei Ran put the small bag on his shoulder, and then pulled off the black leather gloves that looked warm on the pilot's hands.
Ignoring the remaining parachute bag in the cockpit, after some hesitation, he finally gave up the possible remaining fuel in the wing, followed his own footsteps, and cautiously returned to the street.
"ah!"
Just when he was about to put the collected items on the sledge truck, there was a scream from the direction he came from, followed by a muffled sound of a heavy object falling to the ground.
Almost subconsciously, Wei Ran threw away the sundries in his hand, raised the P38 pistol he had just collected and aimed it in the direction he came from, "Who?!"
After waiting briefly, Wei Ran slowly put away his pistol, and while picking up the canvas bag, gloves and gravity knife that had just been scattered, he asked loudly, "Kona! Come out, I see you."
After waiting for a while, Wei Ran saw that the girl still didn't come out, so he simply pulled the sledge and walked back, "Since you don't come out, I will go back by myself."
"No, I'm coming out!"
At this time, Ke Na, who was hiding in the shadow of the ruins, finally stumbled out and pulled the sledge in front of Wei Ran.
"Why are you following me?" Wei Ran used the reflection of the snow to look at the girl whose face was still stained with snow.
"I ran out secretly. I wanted to go get horse meat with you." Kena raised her neck and looked at Wei Ran stubbornly, "Get more of it so that your younger brothers and sisters can live longer."
"What if you can't pull it?" "I can pull it!"
Kona clenched her little hand wearing knitted gloves, "I can definitely pull it! Even if you go back now, I will go. I will go to the zoo to find Matvey. Just say that you asked me to go there for you, a coward!"
"
Your uncle!
Wei Ran cursed secretly and resisted the urge to knock the girl unconscious and find a place to hide. He took off his gloves and pretended to reach into the blanket he was wearing and took out a British army kettle filled with honey. He unscrewed the lid and handed it to
He told the other party, "It's okay to come with me, drink it, and you can stop only when I ask you to stop."
"Just drink!" Kona obviously misunderstood the contents of the kettle, so she took the kettle and put it to her mouth.
But when the sticky honey touched the tip of her tongue, the skinny girl's eyes immediately widened.
"You can only stop when I tell you to stop," Wei Ran reminded him before the other party lowered his arm, "Drink it, or I will tie you back."
Hearing this, Ke Na first took a small sip, then two sips. Seeing that Wei Ran didn't shout to stop, she simply poured the boss another sip of sticky honey.
It was only then that Wei Ran, who was afraid that she would be so sweet that she would vomit if she drank too much, nodded, reached out to take the kettle, tightened the lid and took back the metal book with the blanket on her body. "Put this on."
As Wei Ran spoke, he handed the bear skin mittens that still had his own body temperature to the other party, and he himself put on the dirty gloves that he had just removed from the corpse.
After the girl, who was still bulging her cheeks, put on her gloves obediently, Wei Ran pointed to his sledge again, "Sit on it, I'll hold you. You can recover your strength during this stretch and wait until we get here."
If you want to reach out to the government, you and your team will use your strength to find the wood. You will be holding on to the horse meat for nothing. Don't expect me to help you when the time comes."
"Yeah!" Kona, who puffed out her cheeks, nodded hurriedly and gave a vague response.
"Swallow it and sing me a Katyusha."
As Wei Ran spoke, he was not in a hurry to leave. Instead, he opened the canvas bag he had just found and carefully inspected the contents inside.
In addition to the paratrooper's gravity knife that he casually stuffed into the canvas bag, there is also a JUEL 33 gasoline stove that is standard for pilots in winter. This thing is smaller than a tea bucket and only needs to be added.
With enough fuel, it can burn for a full hour.
This time is enough for cooking or boiling water. Even if it is used for heating, it will not waste any fuel. After all, it is issued to pilots. Its size is smaller than the Coleman oil stove in the United States at the same time.
too much.
In addition to this oil stove, thanks to the ample carrying space of the Stuka bomber, the iron rations in this bag are also exceptionally rich.
There are not only 700 grams of fresh bread in brown bakelite boxes and 250 grams of canned biscuits, but also 400 grams of canned meat, two orange bakelite boxes filled with butter, and a pack of 500 grams.
of dehydrated vegetables, and two strips of instant German-style butter bean soup. Of course, there are also two boxes of pilot chocolate, two packs of coffee powder, and two packs of saccharin.
Obviously, this was emergency rations for two people, and even the emergency rations were much richer than what the soldiers and civilians in Leningrad could eat.
At this moment, Ke Na, who was standing in front of Wei Ran, swallowed all the large mouthful of honey in her mouth. The girl cleared her throat that was covered with sweet honey and looked stupidly at the biting cold wind.
In the middle of the song, he sang Katyusha, which was "on demand" by Wei Ran. "Just when the pear..." "Let's sing the rest when we go back!"
Wei Ran rudely interrupted Kona, who had just started singing, and hung the canvas bag on the opponent's head. Then, he even handed the P38 pistol to the opponent, "Can you use it?
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"I can... I can use it." Ke Na, who almost held her breath in her stomach because of Wei Ran's interruption, responded and rolled her eyes at the same time.
"Keep it for self-defense. Grab these things in your bag and we're going to set off." After saying that, Wei Ran stood up and walked to the front of the sledge and picked up the rope tied to the sledge.
Seeing this, Ke Na quickly sat on Weiran's sledge truck and tied her sledge to the wooden pole at the rear of the truck with a rope.
Dragging such a burden, Wei Ran quickened his pace slightly, and under the other party's command, he walked in the direction of the zoo along some shortcuts known only to locals.
