That afternoon, Wei Ran and Father Doferro each sat on a wooden pillar, surrounding the large wooden pillar. The former was busy removing the usable parts from the damaged submachine gun and assembling it into a
The new submachine gun, the latter is trying to solve the problem of the Simonov anti-tank gun being sent out that often jams.
While the two of them were busy, the others were also idle. These young men, under the leadership of political commissar Vinya, shouted at the two mules, dragged back a few dead logs from the distant forest, sawed them into planks, and cut them into planks.
These wooden boards were nailed together to make simple beds and tables.
When the setting sun was once again obscured by the treetops, Wei Ran finally managed to repair three of the four broken submachine guns using the scrap parts that Mr. Dofilo had accumulated.
In this way, they managed to collect 15 submachine guns. Although this number was still far behind the needs of the Taras platoon leader they had never met before, Father Dofero took the initiative to get an extra one.
German machine guns to them.
All the weapons that were to be loaned out were piled together in categories, and everyone worked together to use axes to cut a large tire into pieces the size of a fingernail, put them into the empty wine bottles, and put extra inside.
In came some seized used motor oil, rosin blocks that can be found almost everywhere in the forest, even some cut-up cloth and even diatomaceous earth that was dug out from the shack and then crushed.
Nowadays, these wine bottles are far from being capable of actual combat. They only need to fill them with fuel and plug them with a ignitable cloth cork. But obviously, this step can be completed before they need to be used in battle.
It's too late.
"The rest are all our weapons."
After finishing preparing the weapons, Vinia sat on a tree stump next to the tree stump where dinner had been placed, pointing to the pile of weapons at her feet.
In this pile of weapons, there is a German MG34 machine gun and two supporting ammunition belts with only 50 rounds - this is their most powerful firepower except for the two single-shot semi-automatic anti-tank guns next to it.
Apart from them, the only ones left are the Mauser rifles and limited ammunition that can easily be used by everyone, and there are only three MP40 submachine guns in total, each of which can only be allocated to two magazines, plus each
One grenade and only 12 Molotov cocktails in total.
But looking at the weapons supplied to the Taras platoon leader, even Weiran felt that they were a bit too generous. Among the weapons were a Simonov anti-tank gun and two machine guns that were captured just yesterday, as well as scrapped weapons.
5 50-round ammunition belts.
In addition, there are the 15 submachine guns and all the pistols, as well as the grenades and Molotov cocktails that still accounted for the majority after dividing the eight of them - as well as a bag of apples discovered during the day and a telescope seized yesterday.
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"Dad, has that AVS36 not been repaired yet?"
Wei Ran asked curiously. He had just gone back to the shack and took a look. The semi-automatic firing rifle was sitting on the table that had just been nailed down.
"The gun wasn't broken at all"
While eating his canned poria and apple soup, Father Dofero explained vaguely, "But we have used up all the bullets it can use. Speaking of which, how many rounds do we still have in our anti-tank guns?"
bullet?"
"Give platoon leader Taras 10 bullets. We still have 22 bullets left."
Vinya put down his Soviet lunch box and replied, "Recently we need to go to the previous battlefields to look around and see if we can pick up some more weapons and ammunition."
"There are countless landmines placed there by the Germans," David couldn't help but muttered.
This non-issue question is destined to go unanswered, but even Wei Ran, who has just joined the guerrillas, knows it clearly. If those two anti-tank guns run out of ammunition, they will try to "rob" Germany again in the future.
A human transport team would probably have to pay a higher price.
After finishing the satiating dinner in silence, everyone tied up the weapons and ammunition they were going to lend out with ropes and hung them on the backs of the two mules.
"Alyosha, Sasha, you should follow me..."
"Commissar Vinya"
Wei Ran shook the camera in his hand and said, "Let me follow. If we have a chance to go to their camp, I can take a photo of them."
"Then follow up"
Vinya agreed very happily, and Alyosha each led a mule, and followed Sasha who was holding an oil lamp in his hand.
Seeing this, Wei Ran quickly picked up his German backpack and followed the two mules into the dark coniferous forest.
This journey was not smooth. Not only was the road difficult to walk, but they also had to extinguish the low-brightness oil lamp as quickly as possible several times because they heard the roar of aircraft engines in the sky and hid.
I waited patiently in the shadow of the pine trees for the noise above my head to completely disappear before I dared to move on.
At the end of the team, Wei Ran would occasionally take out the compass to look at the direction, and then turn it over to look at the time on the return watch.
They walked in circles in the forest from eight o'clock in the evening until about four o'clock the next morning. Along the way, Alyosha and Sasha inevitably complained that the other party was too arrogant. They clearly needed weapons, but they still had to walk for so long.
send over.
No matter how dissatisfied the two young people were, when Wei Ran always felt that the surroundings were too quiet and made him particularly uneasy, Sasha finally stopped.
Soon, a small light suddenly appeared in front of him and flickered on and off. Seeing this, Political Commissar Vinia first signaled everyone to hold the mules and hide them, and then he took a few steps further away and seized them.
A square box flashlight sends a set of flashing signals.
After the two parties confirmed their identities, there was a rustling movement around Wei Ran and others. A moment later, more than 20 people surrounded them from four directions.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! As they got closer, Wei Ran also noticed that these people were all wearing standard Soviet uniforms, but they had removed all the markings such as epaulettes, ranks, etc. Soviet uniforms and matching boats
hats, and all of them were wearing Soviet cloaks.
On the other hand, they were wearing high-waisted leather boots that were not much different from German marching boots. From this small detail alone, we could tell that most of these people were not rookie soldiers with little combat experience.
"Commissar Vinya"
The leader, a tall man, saluted in the dim light of the kerosene lamp, then enthusiastically held Vinia's hand and said, "Thank you for your help!"
"Platoon Commander Taras is very polite."
Vinya said and patted the weapon on the mule gently, "Alyosha, please quickly take off the weapon and distribute it to everyone."
Hearing this, Alyosha reluctantly untied the rope, and together with Wei Ran and Sasha, distributed the weapons, ammunition, and even the bag of wild apples to those around him who had already lined up consciously.
Red Army soldier.
"Why are there two of you missing?" Vinia, who had been watching, asked curiously.
"One of them was killed in the battle this afternoon, and the other was seriously injured and was taken away by the Germans."
Platoon leader Talas finished speaking and wiped the beard on his face vigorously, "Vinya, we also brought you some gifts."
"Oh? What good thing is it?" Political Commissar Vinia wisely changed the subject.
"Bring us our gifts"
Taras waved, and two soldiers immediately pulled out the bushes not far away. Then, one of the soldiers pulled off a Soviet cloak from inside, revealing the gift inside.
When the light of the oil lamp illuminated the gift, whether it was Vinia, Alyosha or Sasha, their faces all showed expressions of surprise, but Wei Ran only had a look of astonishment on his face.
This is a Deshka 38 heavy machine gun - the heavy machine gun that Wei Ran once experienced at Alexander's private shooting range! He especially remembered that there were several round bullets that penetrated the shield of this machine gun.
hole, and these characteristics can be matched on the machine gun in front of you!
But compared to the machine gun itself, and compared to the astonishment of Weiran, a later visitor, what really made the three of them breathe heavier was the dozen or so 50-round magazine boxes placed at the foot of the machine gun!
Without waiting for any of Wei Ran and others to ask questions, the Taras platoon leader took the initiative to explain, "This machine gun was used when we were performing the post-break mission. At that time, some of its ammunition feeders appeared.
The problem almost caused the front to collapse.
Before retreating, we threw it and all the bullets into the swamp, and we dug them out yesterday. Commissar Vinia, this machine gun is given to you. It can play a greater role in your hands.
effect."
"Don't you keep it for use?"
Alyosha asked a stupid question, "It is much more powerful than the German machine gun. I have helped transport ammunition on the front line before, and I have seen how it looks like when it fires."
"It is indeed much more powerful than the German machine guns. Even the German light armored vehicles can be easily torn apart."
A Red Army soldier who looked younger than Platoon Leader Taras, without a boat cap on his head, but with a Nagant revolver on his waist, threw the submachine gun he had just received over his shoulder and explained,
"But it is so heavy that it requires at least four people to pull it to move quickly in this kind of forest."
Having said this, the soldier gently touched the nose of one of the mules, "We don't have such good animals, and I guess you are not willing to lend us these two animals."
Seeing Alyosha and Sasha subconsciously holding on to the mule's reins, the soldier smiled and continued, "Without the animals, this machine gun can't move quickly. We don't want to ambush the Germans who are rounding us up."
Then, give up the weight of carrying the loot to this overpowered machine gun."
"In this case, we will accept it without mercy."
Vinya glanced at Sasha and Alyosha who were relieved, and asked deliberately, "So this is why you asked us to send weapons so far away?"
"We have been carrying it here since the battle yesterday afternoon."
Platoon leader Talas took a bite of the apple handed over by the soldier just now and said with a tired look, "More than twenty of us carried it and the ammunition boxes all night, and we just got here.
, so I can only trouble you to walk a little longer."
Looking at Sasha and Alyosha again, Vinya felt in his pocket, took out a pack of German cigarettes and divided them among them, then pointed at Wei Ran and said, "We are tired after walking all night.
It’s quite embarrassing, Comrade Taras, if you are not in a hurry, why don’t you all rest here and wait until daybreak and let Victor take some photos for you?”
"You have a camera?"
Before Vinia finished speaking, the soldier with the revolver on his waist asked in surprise, "What model of camera is it?"
“It’s an outdated twin-lens reflex camera.”
Wei Ran explained with a smile, but had no intention of taking out the camera to show the other person. He was as "stingy" as Alyosha and Sasha, for fear that the other person would not be able to take it out after seeing it.
"Looks like we can give you a second gift."
As the soldier spoke, he took off his cloak and laid it on the ground. Then he took off the canvas bag on his back and took out several film seals and a leather lens whose lens seemed to have been penetrated by bullets.
The camera was handed to Wei Ran, "Keep it, a reporter from the Communist Youth League newspaper entrusted me to keep it for him. Those film canisters with writing on them are used, and those without writing on them are unused ones.
used."
Hearing this, Wei Ran took the films and the almost falling apart leather chamber camera, "That reporter..."
"he died"
The soldier with the revolver on his waist said calmly, "He died before we were about to retreat into the forest. A German sniper shot through the lens and hit his chest."
"If you can go back alive, please send these things to the Communist Youth League newspaper."
Platoon leader Taras continued, "The reporter's name is Anani, Anani Angibovich Yakovlev, a war correspondent sent to Bryansk by the Komsomol."
As he spoke, Platoon Leader Taras felt from his pocket and handed over a press pass that had been penetrated by bullets and still had dried blood stains, as well as a plastic notepad that had also been penetrated by bullets and had residual blood stains.
Gave it to Wei Ran.
"I accepted it"
Wei Ran solemnly accepted what the other party handed him, "Anani Anchibovich Yakovlev, a war correspondent sent to Bryansk by the Communist Youth League. If there is a chance, I will send his belongings to him."
Go to the Communist Youth League newspaper office."
"This task will be left to you."
Platoon leader Taras patted Wei Ran on the arm and said, "Okay, let's all take a rest and let the new photographer take some photos of us after dawn."
"Victor, don't be as stingy as reporter Anani when the time comes. He is not willing to take a single photo of us." A young soldier who had already finished his apple joked with a smile.
"After daybreak, I will take a solo photo of each of you," Wei Ran said as he took off his backpack and put the instructions he just received into his bag.
"While we are resting, we should consider how to transport it back."
Sasha, who had been silent just now, hung the oil lamp on the muzzle brake of the Deshka heavy machine gun as he spoke, and started to worry while holding on to the shield.
It is indeed enough for them to worry. Even if the wheel frame and shield are discarded, the bare weight of this heavy machine gun is nearly 40 kilograms without the ammunition chain box. If it is in this "top configuration" mode at this time, the weight may reach
Around 150kg!
This weight, if it were on a paved road, let alone the two mules, even if there were two old men who wet their shoes in the wind, they could drag them with all their strength. But in this primeval forest, those two heavy mules
The steel wheel has become a complete burden.
Not to mention, there were more than a dozen bullet chain boxes filled with bullets. With just four of them and two mules, it would undoubtedly be a huge project to transport these things back.
"Commissar, what should we do?"
After the surprise, the two young men Sasha and Alyosha finally realized the reality. The former even came up with a simple bad idea, "How about we make more trips?"
"Even if we and the mules are not tired, it will probably take a whole day to transport these things back." Alyosha expressed his opinion with a sad face.
“Let’s worry about these problems later.”
Political Commissar Vigna did not seem to be worried about this problem. Instead, he approached Platoon Commander Taras, took out a bottle of vodka from his bag and handed it to him, and asked about their more detailed battle plan.
The two "leaders" had something to talk about, and the others were not idle either. Sasha and Alyosha, one led the mule to a small stream they just passed by to drink and fetch water, while the other was carrying an oil lamp around.
Collecting firewood that can be burned.
The Red Army soldiers who had been assigned Nazhi weapons quickly cleared an open space under a pine tree, combined their tents, and set up low tents that could accommodate two people.
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As for Wei Ran, he was digging a smoke diffuser under a thick pine tree with the soldier who sent him the film.
It was through this opportunity that Wei Ran also learned that the soldier named Zinovi was not only a captain, but also the political commissar of this small team of less than thirty people. At the same time, he was also responsible for interrogating prisoners.
Translator - he speaks German.
During the brief chat, Wei Ran took the other party to dig two smoke stoves and lit a bonfire to ward off the cold. Soon, Sasha also led the mule and brought back several lunch boxes and kettles filled with water and placed them on the bonfire.
around.
"Victor, come on."
Weinia called to Wei Ran who was about to take a rest. After he came over, he gave him a cigarette and then walked away.
It wasn't until he stopped next to the two mules that were busy grazing that Vinia said, "Please check the machine gun later to see if there is any problem. If there is any problem, can it be repaired?"
"What is the political commissar going to do?" Wei Ran held the sparkling cigarette butt in his palm and asked in a low voice while puffing out smoke.
Hearing this, Weinia blew out the smoke in his mouth and said close to Wei Ran's ear, "There is a road less than four kilometers west of here, which leads to the village of Bolpino I mentioned before.
.”
"you think..."
"Let's wait until daybreak to explain the details."
Political Commissar Vinia gave it up and said, "Go check the machine gun first to see if it can still be used."
Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't ask any more questions. He walked to the side of the machine gun and began to inspect it with the faint light of the oil lamp.
It can be seen that the Taras platoon leader and the other man did not lie. This machine gun was really hidden in the swamp before. This is just because the strip stuck in the cover of the ammunition supply machine has stinky
Just look at the loaches and the smelly sludge that almost filled the barrel.
Shaking his head helplessly, Wei Ran simply called to Sasha and Alyosha for help, and used the two animals to lead the gun rack to the edge of the creek he passed when he came here.
He casually broke off some pine branches and gave the machine gun a good cleaning. At the same time, he handed over the task of poking out the mud in the barrel to Sasha and Alyosha. Wei Ran himself opened the drum-shaped supply.
Open the lid of the machine, scoop up the cold stream water with a lunch box, and carefully rinse away the mud and debris inside.
As expected, the problem arose in this complex ammunition feeder. The part that was 70% or 80% similar to the magazine of the revolver was completely stuck and could not even move.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking at the sky above his head, Wei Ran decisively gave up his plan to repair this thing now.
"Victor, can it still be repaired?" Sasha asked in a low voice as he used a pine branch to poke away the mud in the barrel.
"It shouldn't be a big problem," Wei Ran vaguely gave an optimistic answer.
"If it still works, we can try to put it on the carriage when we go back, just like the song says."
At this point, Alyosha, who looked longingly, had already pulled out the pine branches from the barrel of the gun, poured water into the barrel with a kettle, and sang directly:
"Quickly get out of the way of the beasts and birds. Get out of the way for us.
You see the dust is like floating clouds and the horses are galloping forward.
He made circuitous runs from left to right, rushing back and forth to the enemy's defense line.
A young man fired a machine gun.
Hey! It’s a gun jam!”
"Why don't you sing along?" Sasha asked dissatisfiedly as she sang along halfway.
"I'm afraid of attracting the Germans," Weiran made a random excuse.
"That's not just right. We will use this one when the time comes..."
"This gun can't be used yet."
Wei Ran reminded, dumbfounded, "Okay, let's go back quickly. We have to wait until dawn to do the rest."
"Victor, you are so disappointing." Sasha complained.
"Sasha, it's not Victor who's disappointing."
Alyosha ordered the mule to drag the machine gun that had been cleaned of silt. As he walked towards the camp, he added, "The thing that ruins the fun is those damn German Nazi silk suckers. Without them, we can be outside the forest."
It doesn’t matter if you sing all day long.”
"You're right, it's not Victor who is the disappointment."
After Sasha finished speaking, he sighed heavily and lost interest in continuing to sing. For a moment, in the forest that was filled with chill and fog, and was about to dawn, there were only sighs and vague curses and curses from time to time.
