Alexander's speed was much faster than Weiran expected. At noon the next day, Weiran, who accompanied Suisui and others, had just put sisters Olga and Olena on the plane back to Petersburg, and received a message from Alexander.
Telephone.
"Victor, when do you plan to start the investigation?"
Alexander on the other end of the phone said, "Saveli has just rushed to the factory with the epoxy work. Also, I have bought the factory. Where did the professor go? I plan to put that
I’ve given this shabby factory to you, how about just putting it in the professor’s name?”
"Buy...bought it?" Wei Ran asked in shock, "What did you buy it for?"
"Don't you want it?"
Alexander on the other end of the phone asked in equal astonishment, "Did I misunderstand your hint?"
"What did I imply?" Weiran asked, dumbfounded, "I'm not usually in Volgograd. What do I want with that shabby factory?"
"Forget it, it's not important. That shabby factory isn't worth much anyway. Let's get down to business!" Alexander asked nonchalantly, "Where did the professor go? Why were his and Zhou's phones turned off again? Why were he and Zhou's phones turned off again?
Yes, when do you plan to start the investigation?"
“Thank you for your generous holiday”
Wei Ran pulled Suisui and said as he walked out of the airport, "He and my aunt went back to Murmansk early this morning with Saveli's father and Zoya's father, along with Zoya who went back to resign and pack her luggage.
Ya.
The professor is going to use this holiday to complete the historical investigation and research on the Brandenburg soldiers he discovered. At this time, I guess their flight has not landed yet."
"I started to regret giving him such a long vacation."
Alexander on the other side of the phone muttered something, and then brought the topic back with a hint of regret, "So when do you plan to start the investigation?"
"I will think about it," Wei Ran said vaguely.
"You're not going back to Kazan without completing the investigation, are you?" Alexander asked slightly warily, "I also arranged an interview, so you can't leave suddenly."
"And there's still an interview?"
"Of course there are interviews," Alexander replied matter-of-factly, or rather ask, why is he willing to spend so much money and energy doing these things?
"I will do it as soon as possible," Weiran promised again before hanging up the phone.
"Where are you going next?" Wei Ran asked Suisui.
"go home"
Suisui yawned, "Have a rest, we should also think about when to return to Kazan."
"Let's go back in the next two days," Wei Ran replied without any burden.
"Aren't you still going to help Mr. Alexander with the investigation?" Suisui looked at Wei Ran suspiciously, "Are you going to let him go?"
"It's not that bad," Wei Ran waved his hand and explained casually, "I can't help but run around the neighborhood these two days."
"Then let's wait for you!" Suisui said without thinking.
"Aren't you in a hurry to get back to work?"
"With those part-time international students, I feel so relaxed." Suisui said happily.
Chatting on this topic all the way, Wei Ran drove the girls back to his home on the island, and then rushed alone to the abandoned agricultural product factory where the gypsy people were once captured.
Far away, he saw some construction workers repairing walls and gates, and parked at the gate was the BMW car that Alexander gave to Saveli that had not had time to get the license plate.
"How's the new job?" Weiyan opened the door and got out of the car and asked Saveli, who was leaning against the car door and smoking.
“Much easier than my previous job”
After Savelli tried to give him some cigarettes and was politely refused, he waved him and led him inside while saying, "That thing was delivered half an hour ago. In addition, the boss seems to have bought it and is going to give it away."
for you."
"How much did it cost?" Wei Ran asked casually.
"Less than two million rubles"
Saveli replied, "I heard that this place used to process agricultural products and has been abandoned for a long time. Victor, why are you interested in this dilapidated house?"
"It's just a misunderstanding." Wei Ran grinned but didn't bother to explain, and followed him into the workshop where the gypsy people were originally imprisoned.
The workshop has been cleaned, and there is a circle of floodlights around it that can only be seen on the construction site.
A Ural 4320 flatbed truck was parked in the middle of these floodlight beams. At this time, the epoxy work was placed on the truck bed - the details illuminated by those dazzling beams of light seemed to appear.
Stained with a layer of halo.
"Mr. Alexander was worried that this thing would be stolen or destroyed if it was left here, so he arranged for several guards."
Saveli pointed outside the workshop, "They are usually outside and won't disturb your work."
"Where are the workers outside?" Wei Ran thought for a while and asked, "They are not planning to renovate the entire factory, are they?"
"They are only responsible for renovating the walls and gates," Saveli replied with a smile.
"What about you? Do you have to stay here with me?" Weiran asked as he looked around the Ural truck.
"I am only responsible for putting this thing in your hands." Saveli spread his hands, "Of course, if you need my help, I can also stay."
Wei Ran said as he walked out, "You can't help with this kind of thing. You can go and do your work first. I will inform Mr. Alexander directly when I have the results."
After exchanging a few words and greetings to send Saveli away, who was barely considered a friend, Weiran walked around inside and outside the still sturdy workshop, and then drove to a nearby town to buy some supplies that might be needed.
The materials in the metal book have been replenished.
Returning to the workshop again, Wei Ran turned off all the floodlights, then climbed into the cargo compartment, looked at the broken bones and weapons sealed by resin, and took out the metal book. Amidst the sound of turning pages, the metal quill also
Drawing began on the page.
It was a back figure, lying behind a birch tree that was only thigh-thick, with its whole body covered by the surrounding shrubs, and firing a Degtyaryov anti-tank gun in its hand.
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A half-track armored vehicle, as well as a looming anti-tank cone.
While he was waiting, the metal quill wrote the beginning of the story under this pattern:
Role identity: Guerrilla gun repairman Victor
Return mission: Assist in destroying at least five tanks and armored vehicles, escape from the enemy encirclement, and take individual photos and no less than two group photos of all guerrillas.
Skill task: Clean the battlefield and collect at least 40 kilograms of individual weapons.
Skill Deprivation: Medical, German
When was the last time you were deprived of skills?
Before Wei Ran could figure out the problem, a strong white light swept over him, and soon after, he also saw something that could be used this time.
"I actually gave this!"
Wei Ran's heart skipped a beat. The first usable prop he saw was the Solothurn anti-tank gun that he had almost no chance of using!
Immediately afterwards, a Rolleiflex double-lens reflex camera, a Soviet army cape and the German marching boots that always appeared in matching colors appeared in the white light, as well as a fountain pen and a blues harmonica.
While he waited patiently, the return watch bound to the compass appeared in the white light one after another, as well as the engineer shovel, the British P44 kettle, the Nagant revolver and the paratrooper gravity knife, and finally appeared
wire cutters.
This is a bit troublesome...
Wei Ran frowned. Although he was given the anti-tank gun that he had always wanted, this time, the other hot weapons were only a revolver and not even a bayonet.
But thinking about my identity this time, I probably won't encounter any danger...
In his last wild thoughts, the white light gradually faded away, and the surrounding temperature did not change much. However, he smelled the unique smell of humus in the breeze blowing in front of him, and heard the soft rustle of leaves when the wind blew.
When his vision also recovered, he found that he was lying in a bush full of fallen leaves. There was no one else around him. Behind him was a large birch forest. Not far in front of him, outside the forest, was a forest that seemed to have happened.
The fire farmland was only a hundred meters away from me, and there was a winding dirt road in the middle of the farmland.
I habitually looked at my outfit. On my head was a tattered Budyonian hat with dead grass branches. On my upper body was a classic half-carded khaki summer pullover, and a tattered khaki summer pullover on top.
He was wearing a khaki sweetheart-neck sweater that was tattered and stained with fallen leaves. As expected, his lower body was a pair of khaki bloomers that matched the pullover. On his feet, he was wearing a pair of soaked oilcloth boots.
Compared to this suit of clothes that seemed to belong to the regular army, there was a marching bag issued by Germany in the early World War II still with maroon horse fur on the side and front of his body.
In this open military bag, there were only four bottles of Motolov cocktails, a trench lighter that had obviously been captured from the Germans, and an open German lunch box. What the lunch box contained was a set of five rounds.
A 14.5 mm caliber bullet fixed in a leaky clip!
Just from the black-painted warheads of those bullets, we knew that these were BS-41 tungsten core armor-piercing bullets.
But I don’t have an anti-tank gun, or to be precise, I don’t have an anti-tank gun that can fire such bullets. So, there are actually other people around?
He carefully looked around, but unfortunately, because of the cover of the bushes and because the terrain here was not high, he didn't find anything.
Even so, he also knew clearly that it was best to lie down at this time. After all, even if he left rashly, he would not know where to go.
After observing again, Wei Ran took out the Soviet cloak first. To his surprise, there was a German square box flashlight hanging on the inside of the cloak. The flashlight was painted in white and attached to the outside.
He recognized the leather holster at a glance. It was most likely a trophy captured during the last battle against the Brandenburg troops in the Arctic Circle battlefield.
It didn't seem to be there when I took it out...
Wei Ran muttered secretly and spread the cloak at the roots of the bush, then reached in with his left hand and took out the anti-tank gun.
Although the high-power sight that Weiran replaced it with was still there, the accompanying artillery frame did not appear. Accordingly, its ammunition reserve only had the magazine inserted in the gun body.
I took off the magazine and took a look. Fortunately, there were bullets in it, but unfortunately it was not armor-piercing bullets but high-explosive bullets.
Reload the magazine, crank the crank to push a bullet into the chamber, and cover the more conspicuous rear part with a cloak.
After observing for a while again, Wei Ran looked up at the still bright sunshine, and then took out the compass to determine the direction. After some estimation, he adjusted the return watch to roughly four o'clock in the afternoon, and
He leaned it against the lunch box not far away so that he could see the dial at a glance.
With the hands on the dial beating tirelessly one by one, about half an hour later, a motorcade drove over from the side of the dirt road outside the forest.
The convoy was led by two No. 2 tanks. The commanders of the two tanks leaned their upper bodies out of the turret and were holding a telescope with one hand to carefully observe the situation on both sides of the road.
Behind the two tanks, which were separated by a distance of fifty meters, were four trucks. All four trucks also had machine guns mounted on their fronts.
Behind these four trucks, there was also a No. 2 tank, and on top of that tank were five or six fully armed soldiers.
It's about to begin...
Wei Ran waved his hand and put away the compass, and at the same time put his hand on his cloak and prepared to fire.
As he waited, the first tank of the convoy turned along the road, allowing Weihan to see its side armor.
When the two trucks turned around, they were about a hundred meters away from Master Wei Ran when a gunshot suddenly sounded!
"boom!"
Amidst the deafening gunfire, a flash of sparks exploded from the side of the first tank. The tank commander also slid into the turret, and the leading tank also stopped immediately.
"boom!"
Immediately afterwards, a second gunshot came from a relatively closer direction, and a ball of sparks also exploded from the side of the second tank.
However, the tank seemed unaffected and stopped and began to turn, preparing to use its thick frontal armor reinforced with sandbags to resist the power of the anti-tank gun!
"boom!"
The third gunshot, which was less than half a second apart, was only twenty or thirty meters away from Wei Ran. Although he could not see the shooter, the tank at the end of the team stopped after being hit by the bullet.
, and two unlucky guys seemed to have their legs broken.
After this stranglehold, the four trucks in the middle had to stop for a while. The soldiers who were sitting in the truck compartments and tanks also hurriedly jumped out and lay down in the irrigation canal on the other side of the road.
Shooting started from underneath the truck in the direction from which the gunfire had just come.
"Boom! Boom!"
Amidst the intensive gunfire, two intensive gunshots less than a second apart were heard from the farthest position where the first shot was fired.
Both shots hit the surviving No. 2 tank and successfully silenced the opponent.
But at the same time, the machine guns on the four trucks also pointed their machine gun muzzles in the direction where the gunshots just came from!
Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't dare to delay at all. He tore off his cloak, held the anti-tank gun and aimed at the machine gun that had started to move on the roof of one of the trucks!
"boom!"
Almost at the same time that he fired the first high-explosive shell, the last tank at the end of the team that had obviously stopped fired a shell at the same time!
The dull sound of gunfire almost completely overlapped with the sound of the tank firing. The machine gun and the machine gunner who were about to fire were also bombarded by high-explosive bombs and exploded into parts and red paint covering the outer shell of the front cab.
This shot undoubtedly exposed Wei Ran's position, and immediately, the turret of the tank closest to him also began to rotate.
But the rotation of the turret is not as fast as the muzzle of the anti-tank gun in Wei Ran's hand!
"boom!"
The second high-explosive bomb fired by Weiran hit the armor on the side of the third tank hard!
"boom!"
He endured the recoil and fired a third high-explosive bomb at the same location. Wei Ran didn't even bother to observe the results of the battle. He put away his cloak and anti-tank gun. He didn't even bother to take the backpack, so he rolled and pounced on a thick bullet.
behind the birch tree.
Almost immediately, a barrage from a machine gun mounted on the front of the truck chased him. Fortunately, the turret of the tank at the end of the team finally stopped rotating.
"boom!"
Just at this moment, dull gunshots were heard again in the distance, and the machine gun that had just fired at the Weiran also shut down.
But correspondingly, the remaining two machine guns and even the German soldiers began to concentrate fire in the direction from which the gunfire came.
At this critical moment, on the other side of the dirt road, from a direction that Wei Ran could not see, the roar of more dense and deadly machine gun fire suddenly sounded!
In this unexpected sneak attack, the German soldiers who had just jumped out of the truck and found cover and were fighting back with their weapons were all swept to the ground before they could even turn around!
This machine gun fire was like a signal. Not too far away from the Weiran, the sound of submachine gun firing and the sound of anti-tank gun firing suddenly sounded!
Under the attack of these two phases, the remaining two machine guns were also eliminated one after another, and the German soldiers were also swept to the ground by the machine guns behind them.
When the sound of machine gunfire stopped, three people carrying German MP40 submachine guns ran out from the three directions where the anti-tank guns had just fired, and each of them was dragging a small sledge behind him.
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately took out the revolver in the metal book and ran to the hiding spot. He picked up the German backpack and followed it through the burned fields and onto the dirt road.
At the same time, on the other side of the road, two people ran over carrying an MG34 machine gun.
There was no assignment at all, let alone a time to greet each other. Wei Ran walked around to the rear of the No. 2 tank at the end of the team, climbed up on the tracks, opened the cover of the turret, exposed a gap, and inserted the muzzle of the pistol.
He stuffed it in and then randomly pulled the trigger.
It wasn't until all the bullets in the magazine were emptied that he opened it and took a quick look inside, then took a quick second look, and then took a closer look.
Thanks to the two high-explosive bombs, the tank was now a mess of blood and flesh. Even the only one who could still breathe had a gurgling dark red blood flowing from the corner of his mouth. The submachine gun in his hand was
I can't even lift it alive.
Taking off his backpack and putting it aside, Wei Ran got in as quickly as possible, first took out a P38 pistol from the mutilated body of the commander, pulled the trigger on the only one who was still alive, and sent him a ticket home.
tickets, and then the search began.
He clearly remembered that the skill task required him to search for 40 kilograms of individual weapons.
Unfortunately, the only individual weapons in this tank are the P38 pistol in his hand and the transitional MP38/40 submachine gun in the hand of the corpse he just killed.
Throwing the pistol and the magazine belt hanging on the back of the seat carelessly over his shoulder, the ignition probe looked outside, then retracted it again, and took two 10-round ammunition from the ammunition rack as quickly as possible.
The 20mm armor-piercing bullet magazine was put into his pocket.
This bullet is completely interchangeable with the ammunition of his anti-tank gun, so it can barely be considered an individual weapon.
Without much delay, Wei Yan got out of the tank and ran towards the nearest truck.
Before he could run up, a young man jumped out of the car and was dressed similarly to himself. He was holding an MG34 machine gun and a box of ammunition belts in his arms. "Don't look at it, it's all filled with artillery shells."
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"The cars in my car seem to be full of large-caliber artillery shells!" echoed the man in the third car, who was also carrying a machine gun and a magazine box.
"I have artillery shells here too! Large-caliber artillery shells!" shouted the man who jumped out of the fourth vehicle.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran immediately ran towards the row of corpses that had just been killed by machine guns across the road, and searched their bodies for items such as Mauser rifles, submachine guns, grenades and the occasional pistol.
Soon, the three small sledges were all filled with captured individual weapons. The two men who had just attacked with machine guns on the other side of the road also arranged explosives for the cannonballs on the four trucks as quickly as possible.
Even those three tanks had a Molotov cocktail thrown into each of them by people including Wei Ran.
"Quickly retreat!"
One of the men, wearing a boat cap, a TT33 pistol on his waist, and a bravery medal and a battle medal on his chest, gave the order.
Suddenly, three small sledges loaded with trophies and garrisons with various weapons and ammunition all over their bodies ran towards the birch forest where they had just hidden.
After hastily putting down the loot, Wei Ran ran back with two of them, and together with the man with the medal who stayed behind, he lit the bomb fuses arranged on the four trucks, and then ran into the forest together again.
"boom!"
After the first explosion, subsequent explosions followed one after another, and the four trucks loaded with ammunition also exploded into parts flying in the sky.
"How is the situation here? Are there any casualties?" the man with the medal asked while hanging the captured weapons and equipment on his body.
"Sergei was killed by a tank shell"
One of the young men with blood stains still on his body said sadly, "The anti-tank gun was also damaged."
"Bring the anti-tank gun back, maybe Victor can repair it," the man with the medal said.
"Alyosha and I are fine," another young man said, "and the gun is fine too."
"Wavila is dead. He was killed by a machine gun." Another young man said, "Our guns are fine."
"Go and get the gun back too." The man with the medal sighed, "Sasha, let's go find a place to bury the bodies of Vavila and Sergey."
"Commissar Vinia, let me go with you." The young man who spoke last begged, "I want to bury Wavila with my own hands."
Political commissar? He is a political commissar?
Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, but heard Political Commissar Venia say, "Send the weapons back quickly. Come to us after you send the weapons back. Sasha and I will be waiting for you."
"good!"
The young man responded and ran out quickly.
After a moment of waiting, the two young men who had lost their companions and another young man whom they had not seen before came over each holding an anti-tank gun.
The young man whom I had not seen before was holding a Simonov anti-tank gun, while the other two who had seen it each were holding a Degtyaryov anti-tank gun.
However, what Wei Ran never expected was that on the barrel of one of the blood-stained Degtyaryov anti-tank guns, which was missing the rear half of the butt and the cheek plate, there were actually a row of lines drawn on it.
Red five-pointed star!
It turns out that the 12-star gun barrel is also real...
