After sending Professor Alexei away, Wei Ran locked the rolling shutter door and got into the bedroom with the two knives and the Second Class Patriotic War Medal.
After taking a hot bath in a ritualistic manner, Wei Ran sat on the chair and looked back and forth between the tattoo at the tiger's mouth and the two knives.
After hesitating for a long time, he got up and went back to the first floor, took out everything in the leather notebook and checked it carefully.
Needless to say, the Mauser bayonet on the second page is sometimes more useful than a gun.
Although the pistol on the third page is loaded with bullets, there is no doubt that there will be no bullets when we return to World War II.
The kerosene gas lamp on the fourth page had burned out the fuel when we were in Inta two days ago. Wei Ran found a large bucket of kerosene from the tool room and filled it up. Even the kerosene lighter on it was replaced with Xin's flint and refilled.
dye, and even replaced the kerosene gas lamp with new yarn.
The telescope and svt40 semi-automatic rifle on the fifth page are in almost brand new condition. After returning from Finland last time, he filled the three magazines with bullets. Although he knew that there was a high possibility that they would not be usable after that, but
What if I get stuck with a bug?
With a hint of luck, Wei Ran returned all the checked items to their proper places. He took a deep breath, put away the leather notebook, and returned to the bedroom with anxious steps.
After locking the door and drawing the curtains, Wei Ran summoned the cowhide notebook again. Under his nervous gaze, it automatically turned to the blank sixth page, and the metal quill began to draw. Soon, Dan
Two crisp Youth League knives appeared on the yellow page.
With a soft "click" sound, the quill that completed the work fell on the carpet, and at the same time, three lines of text appeared on the page:
Role identity: Deserter Victor
Conditions for return: Rescue youth group member Mario, rescue Jewish survivor Mora, and take at least four photos.
Language mission: Escape from the battlefield and save Marco.
Save the members of the Youth League? Are you really on the side of the Germans? Wei Ran only had time to murmur before his vision was enveloped by a fierce white light.
Before his vision could be restored, the rumble of cannons and a series of whistles could be heard in his ears. Wei Ran subconsciously squatted down, and finally even lay on the ground and curled up into a ball.
He was so familiar with the sound of cannons and whistles that he could even imagine that when the Soviet Red Army saw the series of meteors flying overhead, they would subconsciously shout out Katyusha's name!
However, after his vision recovered, Wei Ran saw several young soldiers squatting around him looking at him with mocking faces. Looking around again, the lush shrubs and forests were shrouded in thick fog that could obscure his sight. There were still sights in the distance.
The sound of counterattack artillery and machine gun fire was heard.
And the few naive-looking German soldiers around them all held a Panzerfaust anti-tank rocket launcher in their hands. Judging from their eagerness to try, they seemed to be ready to rush out at any time to fire the T-34 that was about to drive over.
one time.
Then he looked down at his own attire, which was no different from theirs. Apart from an iron fist, the only weapon he had was a grenade on his waist.
What kind of death squad is this?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then heard the soldier in front of the team, who looked about the same age as himself, whisper in German the only phrase he could understand besides various German swear words, "Let's go."
As the order was given, this group of young and excessive German soldiers moved silently to the edge of the forest under the cover of thick fog. However, the guard who was originally in the center of the group moved slower and slower, and finally separated from the rear of the group.
A distance of three to four meters.
Seeing that the back of the fat soldier in front was about to be shrouded in thick fog, Wei Ran threw away the iron fist in his hand without saying a word, and Sayazi ran in the opposite direction!
In the thick fog that seemed to be able to swallow people up, Wei Ran ran faster and faster. It wasn't until a large tent appeared vaguely in front of him that he slowed down and almost crawled forward. Under the cover of the fog amid the rumbling gunfire,
, moving slowly around from the side.
Seeing that the tent behind him was getting farther and farther away from him and was finally completely obscured by the thick fog, Wei Ran turned over and lay on the wet weeds and took out his pistol from the cowhide book.
However, as he pulled the slide, a bullet hit him in the face.
Are there bullets?
Wei Ran picked up the bullet that rolled down to his neck and was stunned, and then a look of realization appeared on his face. This bullet was pressed into the magazine during the battle of Suao Musalmi last time. In other words, at the same time, it was
Can it be used?
In order to verify his guess, Wei Ran removed the magazine, and it was indeed full of bullets! What a surprise!
Pressing the bullet in his hand into the magazine again and loading it into the pistol, Wei Ran kissed the sleeve hard, then put it back into the leather book and took out the SVT40 semi-automatic rifle. As expected, the three rifles
The magazines are all empty.
It was not a disappointment. Wei Ran made up his mind and looked for an opportunity to get a few bullets to fill three magazines. Then he put them away, stood up and continued running forward. But before he could stand firm, he felt something fierce in front of him.
It went dark, and then my legs softened and I fell into the wet grass again. At the same time, I once again felt the weird feeling of indescribable time and space confusion in my head.
After a long time, the sound of broken footsteps came from the direction of the tent, and then he saw two people, one fat and one thin.
The fat one wore a black eyepatch on his face, covering one eye, and was holding a Mauser rifle in his hand, but his gray hair hinted that he was no longer young.
The thin one had a stern face, his light blond hair was meticulously combed, and his decent uniform was neatly trimmed. It reminded Wei Ran of a certain character in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
However, although this young man's image score was quite high, the questions he kept mumbling made Wei Ran, who was struggling to hide behind a big tree, unable to hold back his laughter.
"Father Hans, if we are caught escaping secretly, will we be shot?"
"Who's going to catch us?" the fat old man wearing an eyepatch said irresponsibly, "They must survive the Soviets first before they have a chance to catch us."
"But..."
“Nothing to worry about”
The fat old man called Father Hans whispered, "Marco, the most important thing now is to go back to Berlin to find your stupid brother, and then hide with me in the countryside before the Soviets come in."
"So this is Marco?" Wei Ran was about to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound at all.
There seems to be someone to save Marco in the language task? Wei Ran's heart sank, he quickly lowered his body, hid himself in the lush grass, and continued to listen to the conversation between the two of them quietly.
"Can the Soviets break into Berlin?" Marco's handsome little face was full of panic. "Will they be as advertised on the radio?"
"I told you that it's not something we should care about!" Father Hans explained patiently.
"But if we run away and get caught..."
"Shut up you idiot! You've asked this question three times!"
Father Hans hit Marco on the back of the head gently, and then heard the sound of a motorcycle engine behind them!
Before the two of them could hide, a BMW motorcycle caught up from behind and circled around Marco and Hans.
When the two motorcycles stopped, a man in a German uniform stepped out of the sidecar in a leisurely manner, looked at Father Hans with a smile, unhurriedly unhooked the cowhide holster on his waist, and pulled out the gun.
He took out a P38 pistol and slowly checked the bullets in the magazine. And the young soldier who was originally responsible for driving the motorcycle also raised the MP40 submachine gun on his waist with an indifferent expression!
