There was another raging snowstorm, and there was a tent built around a pine tree, which was firmly nailed to the frozen ground by pitons.
The difference from before was that this time there were six more fluffy dogs in the tent. Mesut, lying on the sled, suffered a very similar disaster to Ihor hundreds of kilometers away - a broken leg.
With my leg broken, I completely lost the possibility of moving forward.
On the iron bucket with a charcoal fire burning, the oats and fish obtained from the recent trade were boiling in a small iron pot.
Next to the charcoal fire barrel, a pair of felt boots were propped up on a baking rack made of tree branches, and there were also two pieces of smelly foot wrapping cloth.
On the other side of the charcoal barrel, Wei Ran, who was wearing a wolfskin blanket, was holding a Mosin-Nagant rifle in his arms, half leaning on the small sleigh, and holding a gun made of deer antler in his mouth.
He was smoking the last cigarette left in his silver cigarette case.
This is already the second day of this snowstorm. If we follow European habits, by this time of the next day, it will be Christmas Eve before Christmas.
But obviously, even if he waits until this time tomorrow, there is a high probability that Comrade Stalin will not approve that weird old man who likes to drill chimneys to come to Siberia, where countless Soviet secrets are hidden, and deliver them to two prisoners of war trapped in a snowstorm.
Even a feather as a Christmas gift.
Of course, if Santa Claus really comes, the sleepy Wei Ran will probably immediately rob the other party's leather bag and sleigh to see if he can find a set of medical equipment that can support a blood vessel suturing operation.
.
There was no other reason. The worst situation happened to Mesut. The animal trap, which was as big as a washbasin, not only shattered the bones of his arm, but also damaged the blood vessels.
So it had only been a day, and the elbow of his injured hand was already swollen.
For this reason, Wei Ran had to wrap his splinted hand tightly with a white sheet that he had not yet used, and hung it up high with a rope, and hung an additional piece of animal skin wrapped with ice and snow.
Apply cold compress to the swollen area.
From time to time, he had to loosen the leather rope tied to the armpit of this arm to prevent the arm from becoming completely necrotic due to lack of blood supply.
Every four hours, he also needs to inject Mesut with a small amount of veterinary anti-inflammatory drugs.
Apart from excluding the brutal and highly likely death method of cutting off the arm and risking burning it to stop the bleeding, this was the only thing he could do at the moment.
When neither Santa Claus nor Comrade Stalin can count on him, Weiran's biggest wish at the moment is that the snowstorm will stop quickly so that he can take Mesut back to the stone house as soon as possible.
Wei Ran had no idea whether there were medical equipment in the house. But the Nenets couple certainly knew where they could get them—if they were willing to help.
Wei Ran couldn't help but touch the bear skin under his buttocks. Wei Ran knew that this bear skin and the two reindeer outside the tent were probably the only bargaining chips to save Mesut, provided that Mesut could return alive.
In that stone house.
At this time, he risked walking back in the blizzard, but Wei Ran didn't dare to take the gamble. The remaining six dogs were his only hope of going back. If something unexpected happened in this blizzard, he wasn't sure he could survive with his own nose.
can find that house.
"Aren't you going to leave yet?"
Mesut, who was hanging by one arm, stared blankly at the gas lamp on the tree trunk that emitted glaring ice-blue light, and quietly asked the question he had asked the last time he was awake.
"The storm hasn't stopped yet," Wei Ran replied casually, "Are you hungry? How about something to eat?"
"Thanks"
Mesut responded vaguely, and stubbornly climbed up from the sleigh alone, relying on his intact hand and leg.
After a while, Wei Ran first brought him a wooden box, then filled an enamel jar with fish porridge and placed it on top. He put a spoon that Mesut had whittled with wood into his good hand.
"Have you ever climbed a mountain?" Mesut asked casually after eating a spoonful of fish porridge.
"crawl through"
While Wei Ran responded slowly to the other party, he couldn't help but shiver. In his mind, he could not help but think of the hell-like Savage Mountain and those ordinary friends who defended their home and country.
"How many meters is the tallest mountain you have ever climbed?"
Mesut seemed to be more interested, and his voice became slightly louder, "Have you ever climbed into the snow-covered belt all year round?"
"No"
Wei Ran shook his head, "I have never climbed a snow-capped mountain. The mountains I have climbed are in the subtropics. Even on the top of the mountain, there is no snow. There are only heavy rains, jungles and locusts that can suck people dry. But I am in the winter of Finland."
"That's different"
Mesut shook his head before Weiran finished speaking, "Climbing a snow-capped mountain is different from the winter in Finland. The air on the mountain is thinner and the terrain is steeper. You have to be especially careful of avalanches. Sometimes, even just the vibration caused by tapping the piton nails
, metropolis"
"What are you going to say?" Wei Ran finally raised his head.
Mesut smiled, put down his spoon and said seriously, "You have to cross the Ural Mountains by yourself. I have never been there. I don't know the specific conditions of this mountain range or the highest altitude, so I can only teach you a few things."
I will definitely use the best knowledge to help you survive as much as possible."
“Don’t worry about this”
Wei Ran picked up the enamel jar and served himself a bowl of thick oatmeal porridge, then took out a wooden spoon and said vaguely while eating, "I never planned to cross the Ural Mountains from the beginning.
Originally, after hearing your plan, I planned to separate from you at the Ob River."
"You also have your own plan?" Mesut asked with interest.
"I plan to go south along the Ob River. If I'm lucky, I might be able to reach Tomsk before the end of winter."
Wei Ran, who was weaving lies and hopes, said with confidence, "Of course, if we are willing to take risks, we can actually wait until summer, go north along the Ob River to the Ob Bay, and then find a chance to get on a bus to Europe.
Boat."
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"It doesn't matter whether you go south or north along the Ob River, whether you take a boat or go over the snow-capped mountains, it doesn't matter you or me." Wei Ran looked at the other party and said seriously in German, "First of all, you must survive, and then
Only then do I have the opportunity to try it.”
"Okay." Mesut hesitated for a moment, then added "Thank you" in German.
"Let's eat"
Wei Ran took the initiative to end the topic, and Mesut, who was hesitant to speak, opened his mouth, but in the end did not continue to ask some questions in his heart.
That night, Mesut, who barely ate something, slept fairly well. Even the blizzard outside the tent became much less intense in the second half of the night.
Not daring to delay any further, Wei Ran immediately hitched reindeer or sled dogs to the sled, and connected the two sled cars together with ropes.
He first patched up Mesut who was lying on the sled, covered him with a wolfskin blanket and tent canvas, and tied a few extra ropes with ropes. Then he got on the small sleigh and shouted.
The dogs started to exert their strength and turned around to go back the way they came.
Although he had walked this road before, it was not an easy journey for him. After all, the reindeer sleigh carrying Mesut not only ran slowly, but was also basically driverless.
In addition, after all, there were two less dogs pulling the cart, but there were two more dead dogs riding in the cart, so by the time the two sled carts rushed back to the stone house, it was already December 25th.
It's daytime.
Not caring about slapping the accumulated wind and snow off his body, Wei Ran only had time to hurriedly poke a stick through the gap in the sled into the snow to prevent the dogs from running around. Then he stumbled to the door and smashed the thick wooden door.
Banging sound.
Of course he was anxious. After running all day long, the fatigue of people, dogs, reindeer was secondary. The most critical problem was that Mesut had already developed a high fever and lost consciousness!
Soon, although the heavy door was not opened, the window, which was only the size of a washbasin, was pushed open from the inside out, and the Nenets woman with a big belly stretched out a double stick from the window.
Tuan Guan shotgun and asked in unfamiliar Russian warily, "Why are you back?"
"My companion stepped on the animal trap and he needs a doctor to perform amputation surgery."
Wei Ran raised his hands and continued, "If there are medical equipment, I can also perform surgery on him."
"Are you a doctor?" There was a trace of undisguised suspicion in the woman's tone.
"Veterinarian!" Wei Ran responded simply.
After a slight hesitation, the pregnant woman finally withdrew the shotgun, reached out and closed the window again.
After a moment, the heavy wooden door opened from the inside, and the woman with a big belly had a Nagant revolver in her hand.
Under the watchful eye of this vigilant woman, Wei Ran opened the rope on the sleigh as quickly as possible, then lifted off the canvas and wolfskin blanket, and carried Mesut into the warm stone house.
Rejecting the woman's suggestion to put Mesut on the bed, Wei Ran placed Mesut on the floor some distance away from the door, then ran out and hugged the wolfskin blanket and the bearskin.
Come in.
First, they spread the wolfskin blanket on the floor and let Mesut lie on it. Wei Ran shook off the heavy bearskin blanket, and then took the Mosin-Nagant rifle and telescope that they had exchanged from here not long ago, and even their own
The Winchester lever rifles were all strapped to the long table.
"Two sled dogs died"
Wei Ran took a step back, looked at the other person and said, "These things, including the two reindeer outside, need to be replaced by a doctor who can perform amputation surgery, or surgical instruments."
Taking a serious look at Wei Ran, the woman with a big belly finally put away the Nagant revolver in her hand, put on the animal skin blanket and walked out while asking, "How did you get injured?"
"Beast Trap"
Wei Ran kept a distance of two meters from the other party and explained what happened as he walked out.
As soon as he finished speaking, the woman with a big belly opened the door of the small wooden house where the dogs lived and shouted something in Nenets language that Wei Ran couldn't understand.
Soon, a sled dog walked out with its head and tail wagging. Although this sled dog was messy and messy, its ears were black and white, and there was a leather collar about the size of a cigarette box hanging from the hard leather collar around its neck.
packet.
Glancing at Wei Ran, who was two or three meters away from her, the woman touched the dog's head, reached out and took out a small object carved with antlers from the inside of the door and put it in the small leather bag. Then she patted the dog's head again and used
Nenets shouted.
After getting the signal, the dog immediately ran out and disappeared before the woman could close the wooden door with the dog hole.
"Go in and wait."
The woman walked inside and said, "My husband went out before dawn, so you may have to wait."
After a brief pause, the woman continued, "The nearest doctor available nearby is at the railway construction site. Even if we hook up all the sled dogs and run, it will take three hours to pull him back."
"Railway construction site?" Wei Ran's heart sank. He knew which railway the other party was talking about. He knew it very well!
He especially remembered that when he was in Mine No. 52, the big-breasted nurse Irene was sent to the terrifying polar construction site to participate in railway construction because of her various schemes. In the end, she still got pregnant through intercourse.
Only then was he able to get out of there alive.
From the moment he crossed the Yenisey River, he had actually been trying to avoid getting too close to the railway line that was trying to connect the Yenisey River to the Ob River - he didn't want to be dragged into it.
A railway worker, even if he might meet a busty nurse there who is eager to borrow his seed to have a baby, he still doesn't want to go.
But now
Wei Ran swallowed secretly, looked at the stone house behind him subconsciously, and asked with a natural expression, "It's been too long. Do you have any medical equipment here? Even for veterinarians."
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The Nenets woman with a big belly shook her head as she walked towards the stone house, "On this tundra, the only people who know how to use those things are those from Moscow."
Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but grin. The Muscovite in this woman's mouth actually refers to all "outsiders" from Europe.
Whether it's a hemorrhoid criminal, a thief who violated the Sansui Law, or a war criminal captured from various battlefields.
As long as the nomadic tribes are not native to this tundra, they will be labeled "Muscovites". Such a label seems to symbolize civilization, but in fact it is a label sent by the civilized world to transform Siberia and itself.
"You're not from Moscow, too, are you?" the woman asked without looking back as she walked into the stone house.
"Am I traveling so far from Moscow to hunt here?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be helpless.
"Maybe we should build the railway," the pot-bellied woman said meaningfully.
Before Wei Ran could speak, the woman said again, "Whether it's hunting or building railways, these are none of our business, as long as you"
"All my weapons are on the table"
As Wei Ran spoke, he took out the Finnish knife from his boot and placed it on the table with various chips.
After picking up the exquisitely crafted knife and looking at it, the Nenets woman put it back on the table, held her belly and sat on the chair by the fireplace with difficulty, picked up a furry animal skin and continued to start.
While sewing, he did not forget to say, "If your companions don't have to take care of you, help drive the sled dogs back to the den. There is a barrel of meat on the other side of the fireplace that can be fed to them."
Hearing this, Wei Ran simply picked up the bucket of frozen meat from an unknown animal and walked out of the stone house. After feeding it to the hard-working dogs, he untied the rope and let them get into the wooden shed, and then continued
Tie the two reindeer to the tree stump next to the wooden house.
When he returned to the house, he already had a kerosene gas lamp in his hand. He patiently pumped up the gas lamp and lit it, and the ice-blue light instantly illuminated the slightly dim but warm stone house.
The interior was completely illuminated, leaving only the long shadow cast by the chimney in the middle, which happened to cover the unfinished wooden boat behind it.
Walking to Mesut's side, Wei Ran hung his injured hand on the beam with a rope, and then applied a lump of ice and snow wrapped in animal skins to the swollen wound and his forehead.
.
"What's the date today?" After all this tossing, Mesut seemed to have regained consciousness and asked feebly in German.
With his peripheral vision, he glanced at the Nenets woman who was busy sewing a robe not far away. Wei Ran replied in German, "Mesut, Merry Christmas."
"Merry Chrismas"
Mesut looked at the umbrella-shaped beam above his head, then at the bright kerosene gas lamp hanging on the beam, and murmured to himself, "We are back here again."
"yes"
Wei Ran paused and then said, "You have to hold on, it will take about three or four hours for a doctor to come."
"Then he will be sent back to the labor camp?" Mesut's pale face was already full of bitterness.
Wei Ran said after a moment of silence, "Before that, you might even have an arm cut off."
"Victor, please help me move in the box with a canvas nailed on the outside," Mesut asked abruptly.
"Wait a mininute"
After speaking, Wei Ran stood up, walked out of the stone house again, and moved the wooden box designated by the other party from the sleigh.
At the other party's signal, he opened the wooden box. In addition to a few bottles of veterinary medicine, a large bottle of animal fat and a few cans, there was only a glass box in a wooden box with layers of animal skin on the outside.
syringe.
After Wei Ran took out these things one by one and put them aside, Mesut continued, "There is a canvas strip pull tab at the bottom of the box. Pick it up."
Hearing this, Wei Ran, who had just discovered the pull ring, immediately hooked it with his fingers and opened a nearly tight wooden board at the bottom of the box.
What he didn't expect was that not only were several pieces of light yellow letter paper and two photos placed under the wooden board, but there were also two slender grooves cut into the wooden board at the bottom of the box, on which were placed respectively
He was holding a pencil and a pen that Wei Ran was very familiar with. This was his birthday gift to Mesut!
"I thought you put it in the mine," Wei Ran said with a smile.
"I hid secretly"
Mesut's tone was quite proud, "Victor, help me sit up. I want to write a letter to my wife, son, and Mr. Kaler while I'm still awake."
Hearing this, Wei Ran, who was about to pick up the two photos and look at them, immediately helped Mesut up and sat him on the wooden chair beside the long table. Then he put the letter paper and the letter prepared by the other party in advance at the bottom of the box.
The two photos were handed to each other together.
Finally, he picked up his own pen and unscrewed the barrel. Wei Ran took off his gloves and grasped the frozen ink sac tightly. While the ink was melting with his body temperature, he pointed at one of the photos with rough edges and asked, "This is yours"
Wife and children?”
"right"
Mesut picked up the photo and said with a smile, "This is my wife Jordan and my son Mesut. This was taken at the door of my factory less than two weeks after he was born and sent to me. I
I haven’t seen my child in person yet.”
"Where's this one?"
Wei Ran asked, pointing to another relatively well-preserved photo. This photo showed a bearded old man holding a pipe and a skinny girl. They were taken at a pier. The background of the photo was
There is also a transport ship.
"That's Captain Kalle and his daughter. Haven't you seen them before?"
"I'm asking when this was taken." Wei Ran asked with a normal expression.
“A long time ago”
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Mesut smiled self-deprecatingly, "Kaller gave it to me when I came back from my last vacation. He asked me to take my next vacation.
At that time, he introduced the father and daughter to Jordan, and he also invited my wife and children to visit Finland, and then we were sent here."
"They must still be alive." Wei Ran sighed, screwed on the barrel of the pen with a slightly melted ink sac, and handed it to the other party.
While he was writing the letter, Wei Ran also placed the cans on the long table one by one, then dug out two vodka bottles that he was reluctant to throw away, and placed them by the charcoal fire of the fireplace to dry them carefully.
The remaining moisture and alcohol inside.
After getting the permission of the Nenets woman, Wei Ran took out his enamel jar, put the candle block used to wax the sled skis into it, and heated it with an enamel pot over water.
While the wax block was melting, Wei Ran picked up two finger-thick wooden sticks from the firewood pile by the fireplace, and carefully sharpened them with his own Finnish knife on the table.
By the time he finished his work, all the wax blocks had melted, and Mesut had finished writing three letters that were tantamount to suicide notes. He rolled them up and stuffed them into two vodka bottles and gave them to Wei Ran.
"These two letters are for my Jordan and my children." Mesut handed the wine bottle containing the two letters to Wei Ran.
Taking the wine bottle, Wei Ran wrapped a freshly whittled wooden stick with a torn white sheet and plugged the mouth of the bottle. Then he put on gloves, soaked a cloth strip with hot wax oil, and wrapped it carefully
He picked up the mouth and cork of the wine bottle, then borrowed a piece of sewing thread from the Nenets woman who had been watching and tied it tightly, turned it upside down and dipped it in an enamel jar filled with wax oil.
, then put it aside.
"This is for Captain Kahler." Mesut handed over the second wine bottle with an envelope, and let Wei Ran help seal the bottle mouth just like before.
"Escape by yourself next"
Mesut said again, "If you can, please kill me. It is better to die in the hands of a friend than to die under the gun of a labor camp guard, isn't it?"
And I don’t want to be sent back to a labor camp anymore. Not only will dying here be closer to home, I can also have a grave to myself.”
After a short pause, Mesut looked at Wei Ran seriously and said, "Friend, please help me one last time."
