On the banks of the Suhaya Tunguska River, Suisui drove a big bicycle herself, using a rope to drag the adult brown bear that almost killed her, slowly leaving the dock and driving along the frozen river to the island in the middle of the river.
Finally, he stopped at the door of the guard tower.
At this time, the short daylight was coming to an end, and occasionally the surging aurora could be seen faintly overhead. Even the cold wind was blocked by the surrounding dense forests, making the place seem increasingly quiet.
While the three girls and their dog Beria were clearing the snow on the ground, Wei Yan also took a Finnish knife found in the car, squatted next to the brown bear carcass, skillfully peeled off the bear skin, and rushed
Before freezing, it was rolled up and fixed on the small tow truck at the rear of the car.
First, he put on the Mauser bayonet in the metal book and cut out a section to make sure there were no tapeworms inside. Then Wei Ran put on his Finnish knife again and picked out four bear claws, and then divided the bear meat into large and small pieces.
After unwrapping it, wrapping it in plastic wrap, and putting it into several plastic boxes that the three girls had vacated.
Suisui planned to take the bear meat back as gifts, but what these three girls wanted to eat were the offal.
While he was busy here, the three girls also cleared a clearing far enough away from the sentry tower, and then found a dead tree nearby. After cutting it down with a motorcycle saw, they dragged it over with a large truck and divided it into pieces.
After a few knots, with the help of abundant fuel, a bonfire was easily lit.
Soon, a Chinese red copper shabu-shabu pot with a diameter of more than half a meter was placed on the folding table. Anfiya also skillfully found a bag of charcoal from the bucket, lit it by the bonfire and stuffed it in.
In the charcoal chamber at the bottom of the shabu-shabu, Suisui dug out a pack of base ingredients prepared for tourists along with the shabu-shabu from the car, and poured them all into the pot along with two large bottles of mineral water.
As for Anfisa, at Wei Ran's invitation, he had buried a box of beer bottle by bottle in the snow, with only the mouth of the bottle exposed.
Soon after, plates of fresh brown bear offal that had been carefully cleaned by Wei Ran and cut into long strips, as well as plates of fat and thin bear meat slices, were brought out one by one from the warm carriage.
"It tastes better than expected," Suisui said with satisfaction after tentatively dropping a piece of bear meat cooked in red oil into his mouth.
"Have a drink?" Wei Ran said, already pulling out a bottle of cold beer from the snow.
Just as he guessed, this girl who inherited her biological father's alcohol addiction but not the ability to drink immediately pushed her glass over and let Wei Ran pour her a full glass of beer.
Under this overwhelming aurora, beside the bonfire, on top of the snow, Wei Ran accompanied three beautiful girls, chatting about the Gulag, while drinking one bottle after another of beer, and by the way, he also drank a bottle of beer.
All the bear offal platters and bear meat slices were sacrificed to the Five Zang Temple. Even Beria, the dog who couldn't drink, was given a large piece of sizzling and greasy bear meat roasted in the campfire.
At 7:22 pm local time, Suisui, who had drunk a liter of beer by herself, was the first to be defeated as expected, and the confused Huhu allowed Wei Ran to carry her into the warm car.
The Katenka sisters didn't drink too much, but they were exhausted by the meal. In this case, they took advantage of the work requirement that "twins are not allowed in the kitchen" and naturally left the task of cleaning up the kitchen waste to their former boss.
Wei Ran.
After the two girls got into their big bicycle and closed the curtains, Wei Ran, who had also not drunk much, carefully cleared the dining table, sat by the bonfire, brewed a pot of refreshing coffee, and then continued
Find an iron pot and place it on the campfire, pour some mineral water into it, then throw the bear fat that has been cut into small pieces into the pot, and stir it slowly with a spoon.
Soon, under the grilling of hot charcoal, the water in the iron pot was evaporated, and a large amount of fat was boiled out. While it sizzled, the unique aroma of bear fat was also released.
Pushing the dog's head aside, Wei Ran took out the glass jar that had just been used to hold pickles and scrubbed it with snow. After drying it patiently by the campfire and heating it, he slowly poured out the translucent oil that had been boiled.
Pour it in.
Wei Ran added two extra sprigs of rosemary found in the seasoning bag, and threw the second portion of chopped bear fat into the pot.
While he was busy, a stainless steel basin used for washing vegetables was filled with translucent grease, and all those crispy grease residues entered Beria's stomach.
Wei Ran also threw some rosemary into the stainless steel basin. Wei Ran waited patiently for the grease in the basin to solidify into a pale white solid, then wrapped it in plastic wrap and put it into a wooden box in the trailer.
Finally, he took the congealed grease from the can he made at the beginning, and Wei Ran stood up and took the dog to the sentry tower not far away.
He opened the chain around the iron door, pushed open the heavy wooden door, and immediately locked the door after he and his dog Beria walked in.
Hanging the flashlight on the animal trap hanging above his head, Wei Ran patted the dog's head, then unzipped his down jacket, took out a sealed bag with a notebook from his arms and placed it on the table at the entrance. Then,
He took out the food box again and put the bear fat he had just made into it.
He came to this deserted sentry tower at this time, naturally preparing to find the missing war criminal Second Lieutenant Mesut with the help of the metal book.
One of the reasons for being so urgent is naturally the commission of 150,000 euros. In addition, it is also to avoid the trouble of coming back in the future.
After all, he was planning to go on a recruitment trip before the end of the year to look for clues about the address in Kobe that Tori Sakurada asked about.
If those burnt photo negatives in the second photo album can be found before the end of the year, it will definitely be a far more sensational news than "The Man-Eating Wendigo" and "The Sandakan Executioner".
"I don't know what will happen in this labor camp... The role this time can't be the captain of the firing squad again..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Ran muttered secretly, and then took a few deep breaths, under the pale light and the dog Beria's slightly sluggish little face with his mouth open.
With his eyes fixed on him, he took out the metal book he used to earn money from his part-time job.
After waiting for a moment, the metal quill brushed on the pale yellow paper and began to draw.
But what Wei Ran didn't expect was that the picture drawn this time was not the notepad on the table, or perhaps the pocket watch compass embedded in the notepad, but a sentry tower with a searchlight on.
tower!
"This is okay..."
Wei Ran muttered in astonishment, and then discovered that in the picture drawn by this quill pen, in addition to the sentry tower, there were three unclear figures directly in front of the sentry tower, but they stood upright.
silhouette!
Unfortunately, I don't know if the metal book did this intentionally, but the faces of the three figures in the picture cannot be clearly seen at all.
Character identity: Finnish war criminal Victor
Return mission: Send a birthday gift, take a group photo for new party members, steal escape materials. Survive until Christmas under the premise that no killing is allowed.
Are you forbidding killing? Is this because you are afraid that I will do something to those Japanese prisoners of war?
When Wei Ran guessed the purpose of the metal book, everything in front of him was replaced by strong white light. Then, he saw the few props that could be used this time.
In addition to the silver lighter, cigarette case, and three-piece body warmer set obtained in Leningrad last time, there are also British Army P44 kettles, and the Khan Hart flyback watch fixed with the compass.
In addition, there are bearskin mittens that he got when he was a prisoner of war last time, a pen that is of little use, and the earliest kerosene gas lamp he got.
What is quite special is that in this quick glance, although the kerosene lamp still has a blue glass shade, the lighter fixed on it is gone. Instead, the Kiev 30 camera fixed on the handle is still there.
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While Wei Ran was looking forward to various weapons, the white light gradually dissipated, and at the same time the surrounding temperature became lower. He could also clearly feel the cold wind blowing against his face, and heard the unpleasant neighing of reindeer one after another.
Not even a bayonet?
Wei Ran murmured dissatisfiedly in his heart and blinked his eyes quickly in order to see the surrounding situation as soon as possible.
Gradually, as his vision became clearer, he finally saw clearly that he was standing on the edge of a row of fences.
On the other side of the fence, in the open space surrounded by snow-covered pine forests, there were more than 20 reindeer looking at him anxiously. Next to him, there was an old man with sideburns standing.
Looking down at myself, I saw that on my feet were a pair of gray felt boots with soles and uppers reinforced with the skin of an unknown animal. On my body was a set of relatively warm cotton pants and a short cotton top, and on my head was a thick leather hat.
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Wearing a pair of tattered cotton gloves, the hand also held a sharp knife with a blade of more than 20 centimeters and a not-so-large axe.
"That one!"
The old man with sideburns and an SKS semi-automatic rifle on his shoulder pointed at the thinnest reindeer in the circle with the beam of his flashlight and said, "That's it! Victor, go get that one."
The lame unfortunate guy was caught and killed. Look, even if this animal can still run, it doesn't have much strength to pull the sledge, so it's just right to kill it and eat it."
Looking at the knife and ax in his hand again, Wei Ran chopped the ax on the fence post, turned it over neatly, and walked towards the reindeer selected by the beam of fate.
"Victor, remember to chop off the antlers."
At the door of the illuminated stone house not far from the deer pen, a tall and thin figure wearing a leather apron shouted in Russian, "Uncle Sergey, leave Victor alone, didn't you say your belt is about to expire?"
Is it broken? Hurry up and bring it over. I’ll cut you a new one while I have time now.”
"Victor, remember to pick up a pot of deer blood for me. This is a good thing."
The old man carrying the gun said, hung a Soviet kettle on the railing, and asked loudly as he walked towards the stone house, "Mesut, your hands are so skillful, what else can't you do?"
of?
Let me think about it, I guess the only thing you can't do is having a baby, what do you think? Do you want me to marry my daughter to you? I don't care if you are German."
"Let me fix your belt first!"
The tall and thin figure standing at the door of the stone house laughed and said, "Besides, I already have a wife, and if my son is alive, he will be eight and a half years old this month."
"Your son must still be alive"
The old guy Sergey, who was carrying an SKS semi-automatic rifle, asked in a loud voice, "Where is your home? I remember you told me several times. I can't always remember the name of that city."
“Munich”
Mesut, who was standing at the door of the stone house, responded in Russian with no accent at all, "That is a beautiful city. I will definitely invite you to my home if I have the opportunity in the future."
“Forget it”
Sergey waved his hand and followed the other person into the stone house while saying something. However, due to the noise of the wind and the cry of the reindeer, Wei Ran couldn't hear clearly at all.
Easily catching the reindeer, which had only one hind leg that dared not touch the ground, Wei Ran grabbed the rope around its neck and led it out of the fence. He deliberately took a few steps towards the stable not far away, and then took the reindeer.
The reindeer's head was tied tightly to a pine tree trunk that was only as thick as a thigh, and the blood vessels in its throat and neck were easily cut with a knife.
After giving the old man named Sergey a full pot of warm deer blood from a kettle that still had a strong smell of vodka, Wei Ran took a few steps back, tightening the lid of the kettle while observing the distance.
The stable was hung with kerosene lamps and half of the cotton curtains were raised.
In this long row of stables, there were at least fifty or sixty strong draft horses standing in two rows facing each other.
At this time, in addition to the four-legged animals, there were two thin figures in the stable who looked to be only about 1.6 meters tall. They were busy using large shovels to shovel out lumps of horse manure and pile it into the canister.
On a sledge one and a half meters long and one meter wide.
When the horse dung in the cart is full, the two little figures will work together to drag the sledge out of the stable, drag the steaming horse dung deeper into the forest, and unload it in a
It seems to be a depression specially used for heaping dung.
Weighing the slender knife in his hand, Wei Ran silently cut another knife on the neck of the already limp reindeer, accurately cutting open the blood vessels on the other side of the neck, while muttering rather regretfully.
He said, "It's a pity that we can't kill people..."
