After a basin of cold water was poured down on Duotou, Wei Ran, who was in a coma, finally opened his eyes.
"you're awake?"
Before he could clearly see the situation around him, a deep voice asked in Russian, "Where are your companions? Where is your camp?"
"companion?"
Wei Ran shook his head and looked around, only to find that he was tied to a tree trunk that was only as thick as his thigh.
The nearest person within sight was a man wearing a German uniform without military rank and holding a pipe in his hand. He looked to be about thirty years old.
A little further behind him, there were not only several tents, but also some mules and horses, and a steaming German dining car. Around the dining car, there were some soldiers in German uniforms lining up with lunch boxes.
Waiting for lunch.
Not far away from him was hanging upside down from the branch of another tree, covered with whip marks all over his body.
"Where are your companions? Where is your camp?" the man in front of him, who maintained a Slavic squatting posture, asked in Russian.
It would be nice if you could speak German...
Wei Ran muttered to himself and asked feebly, "Did you save me?"
"I'm asking you." As the man holding the pipe spoke, he picked up a riding crop that was on hand.
"Bring me a cigarette," Wei Ran asked feebly, "I don't want to die, I will take you to find the camp."
Hearing this, the man in front of him immediately brightened up. He quickly put down the riding crop he had just picked up, took out a pack of R6 cigarettes produced in Germany from his pocket, took one out and stuffed it into Wei Ran's mouth, and then continued.
He took out a pack of matches and lit them for him.
"What's your name? Which guerrilla group do you belong to?" the man asked impatiently.
"I also want to use the information I know in exchange for some credit."
Wei Ran took a puff of his cigarette and pointed at Father Dofero not far away with his chin, "I know him. Is he still alive?"
"That old guy didn't even want to say his name." The man who lit Wei Ran's cigarette snorted rather angrily.
"His name is Sasha"
Wei Ran took a long drag on his cigarette and mused, "He's just a farrier. My friend, what's your name?"
"Are you trying to trick me?" the pipe-smoking man asked warily.
"Ah!"
Wei Ran twisted his body and said sarcastically, "Friend, I am tied up, and is your name an important secret? I have to know how to call you, right? Also, my name is Culp, you
You can call me Culp."
"Shevchenko," replied the pipe-smoking man.
"What a bad person?" Wei Ran asked.
"Kiev native" Shevchenko replied.
"I've never been that far away..."
Wei Ran sighed, then puffed on his cigarette again, and said before the other party spoke, "I am willing to mark the guerrilla camp on the map. I am a communications soldier, but Shevchenko, I do not intend to take the credit."
I want to share it with you, so go find me a doctor and your commander."
"I'm the only one here who can communicate in German," Shevchenko reminded with narrowed eyes.
"I am the only one here willing to mark the location of the guerrilla camps."
Wei Ran took another long puff of cigarette and leaned against the tree trunk and replied, "I just want to survive, so you'd better call the doctor over."
After saying this, he blew out the butt of the cigarette in the direction of Dofero with a "pop!"
After a moment of hesitation, Shevchenko finally stood up and walked to a tent not far away.
"Do you want to be a traitor?" Father Dofero, who was hanging upside down not far away, asked weakly.
"How were you arrested?" Wei Ran did not answer his question, but instead asked his inner doubts.
"My mule was hit by them," Dofero took a breath and continued, "Without the mule, how far can I run?"
"It seems we won't survive," Wei Ran said calmly, leaning against the tree trunk.
"Death is already a luxury," Father Dofero replied feebly, but the relaxed tone was somewhat contradictory to the content of the words.
"I will help you realize your wish..."
Wei Ran, who was still observing the surroundings, responded with a voice that only he could hear, and the two of them fell silent one after another.
After a while, Shevchenko came over with two German soldiers, helped Wei Ran untie the rope from his body, and helped him walk into a tent not far away.
The tent was quite simple. A table, four chairs and a burning cast-iron stove occupied the main place. On the table, there was a map and a kerosene lamp.
And sitting on a chair facing the door was a man wearing a German uniform, with a standard Prussian hazelnut haircut, and an honor scar remaining on one cheek.
After glancing at the opponent's captain rank without leaving any trace, Wei Ran let the two soldiers help him to a chair.
"Shevchenko, is that German coffee? Can you pour me a cup?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the steaming coffee pot on the cast iron stove not far away.
The German captain sitting opposite waved his hand before Shevchenko spoke, personally took out a coffee cup from a wooden box in the corner, poured Wei Ran a cup of coffee himself, and threw two more pills into it.
Sugar cube, and then said something slowly.
Although Wei Ran could not understand the German for the time being, Shevchenko ran out immediately, and not long after, he invited a military doctor, who also brought Wei Ran a woolen coat.
"That's good enough," Wei Ran muttered to himself in his native language.
"What did you say?" Shevchenko asked subconsciously.
"I said, that's enough." When Wei Ran said this, he pointed to the map spread on the table with his left hand.
His directional movement not surprisingly caused the captain opposite and Shevchenko to look at the map on the table and the hand pressing on the map.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then, they saw that the hand seemed to be magic, and a Nagant revolver suddenly appeared!
"boom!"
Wei Ran, who was sitting on the chair, didn't even get up, so he pulled the trigger and hit the captain in the chest with the first bullet.
Almost at the same time that the trigger rebounded, he used all his strength and kicked the knee of the military doctor next to him hard.
"Click! Bang!"
There was a slight sound of bone cracking and a second shot that followed. The military doctor was also shot in the chest. At the same time, Wei Ran also used the kick he just kicked out to fall to the side of the chair.
He fell down and at the same time pointed the muzzle of his pistol at the two soldiers who were standing behind them and were carrying Mauser rifles.
At this time, one of the two soldiers subconsciously wanted to hold Wei Ran down, but was unable to do so because he fell to the ground early. The other, not knowing what he was thinking, actually took off his rifle and was trying to pull away in a panic.
The bolt is pushing the bullet into the chamber.
"Bang! Bang!"
Two consecutive gunshots killed the two guards, but the guard didn't pay any attention to Shevchenko who rolled and crawled out. Instead, he rolled over the table and then opened the gap at the bottom of the tent.
"Dad! Goodbye!"
Wei Ran shouted, and when the other party responded with a cheerful "goodbye", he pulled the trigger towards him!
"Bang!" At the same time as the fifth gunshot was fired, a rich white light also emerged from Wei Ran's field of vision.
But before the white light dissipated, he heard the cheerful music played by the harmonica and a chorus singing along with the music.
Blinking his eyes hard, when he saw everything around him clearly, he found that he was sitting on the edge of a bonfire.
This small bonfire drove away the man-eating night and the colder chill than before, and also allowed him to see clearly that the person playing the harmonica was a young girl he had never seen before, but she was wearing the uniform of a Soviet female soldier.
, the singers were Fras, David and a few other people he had never seen before.
Looking down at himself, he saw that his attire was not much different from before. It was just that he had an extra set of cotton-padded clothes under his cloak and a canvas ammunition box around his waist that could hold a total of 18 German signal flares in three rows.
Apart from this change, he still has the German-produced flare gun on his belt, an MP40 submachine gun at his hand, and even the military horse standing under a birch tree not far behind him.
——Behind its butt, it was also dragging a sledge loaded with something unknown.
I pinched my right shoulder without leaving any trace. Fortunately, I still had feeling in my right hand, but the injured area still hurt when I touched it. It was obvious that it hadn't completely healed yet.
He had just confirmed his physical condition, and Fras and the people he didn't know before had just finished singing the song.
"Victor, shall we set off?"
Flass stood up as he spoke. At the same time, the female soldier he had never seen before also handed over the blues harmonica that originally belonged to Wei Ran.
"Then let's go," Wei Ran responded while taking over the harmonica.
Before he finished speaking, men and women dressed in various styles stood up one after another under the surrounding pine trees.
Some of these people looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, while others were already over fifty and had gray hair on their temples.
Some of them were wearing the uniforms of the Soviet Red Army, some were wearing coarse cloth clothes, and some were carrying medicine boxes of various styles, but all of them had a Red Cross printed on them.
There was no order at all, and these people did not gather together. Instead, they spread out as much as possible, pulling out sledges dragged by mules and horses from all over the forest.
Some of these sledges contained ammunition boxes, some contained anti-tank guns, various machine guns, and some simply contained several sacks filled with grain, or oil drums with a capacity of 200 liters, or even radio stations and power generators.
machine or something like that.
"It's been more than a month, and I don't know how the situation is over there." David said while shouting at the army horse behind Wei Ran to move.
"I want to know more about the conditions of Alyosha and Dad. I hope they are still alive and well."
Flass said while putting out the bonfire, "They must be very happy to see us bringing back so many supplies, right? Brother Victor?"
"Ah...yes!" Wei Ran nodded vigorously, "I must be very happy."
"Comrade Fras, how long until we arrive?" The female soldier who was playing the harmonica just now came up and asked.
"Very soon, Comrade Qilia." Fras replied immediately, "We will definitely reach the camp before dawn."
"That's good." The female soldier named Jilia responded with a bright smile, hummed the song "Taking a Gun," and walked towards another sledge truck in the distance.
"Jilia is such a beautiful girl, right? Fras?" David, who was in charge of leading the horse, asked with a smile.
"certainly"
Fras responded, then asked slightly nervously, "David, do you like her too?"
"Jilia is like an angel. Who doesn't like her?" David spread his hands, "But don't worry, I'm not your competitor. Let's go."
Hearing this, Fras secretly breathed a sigh of relief, lit a small and pitiful oil lamp and walked in front of everyone.
In the following time, everyone was busy on their way under the guidance of the only kerosene lamp. Wei Ran also learned from the sidelines during the chat with David that after they separated, David and Fras
As well as Wei Ran, it took the "three people" nearly ten days to finally get out of the forest and successfully find a safe rear area. With the letter of introduction from Political Commissar Zinovi, they successfully contacted the Soviet government and applied for a job.
A large number of supplies and personnel were replenished.
Right now, they were transporting supplies back. He also learned that they had even applied for a small field hospital, and the female soldier named Jilia was one of the doctors in the field hospital. At the same time,
He was also the one who helped Wei Ran save his arm.
After obtaining the most critical information, Wei Ran took out the Nagant revolver and checked it. Unfortunately, the gun's cylinder was depleted with only the last bullet left. Thinking about it, there is a high probability that the anti-tank gun was also in the
Lack of ammunition status.
In addition to the information he learned from the conversation, he also noticed that there were almost 20 horse-drawn sledges following him, and the number of people could be as many as thirty or forty.
There is no doubt that once these people join Zinovi and his guerrillas, at least there will be no big trouble in logistics and this winter.
On the other hand, he also noticed that the men and women who were preparing to join the guerrillas were obviously in good spirits, and their words were full of expectations for the coming winter - they were even thinking about how to fight.
However, as the distance got closer and closer, the sky gradually turned white, and the morning fog was dispersed by the sun.
When Wei Ran began to feel familiar with the surrounding environment, everyone smelled the smell of corpses that could not be ignored.
Looking at each other, Wei Ran and David quickened their pace to catch up with Fras, who had already signaled everyone to stop by extinguishing the oil lamp.
“Something is not right”
When Fras saw the two coming, he put down the telescope he had just held and whispered, "We are all here and haven't been discovered yet. Also, do you smell it?"
"I smell it," David said, having already taken off the submachine gun he was carrying and loaded the bullet.
"It's the smell of corpses," Wei Ran warned in a low voice, "Be careful, there might be a trap."
"I'll go over and have a look." As soon as Flass said this, Wei Ran had already walked over.
Seeing this, Fras looked at David and pointed behind him, and then followed after Wei Ran.
As they walked forward, the two of them couldn't help but froze when they saw the entrance of the mica mine.
At this time, the entrance of the cave had been completely buried due to collapse, and the surrounding area was full of traces of fire after being bombed. In addition, on one of the burned pine trees, only the main trunk was left.
There were many fully clothed corpses hanging!
"It's Platoon Commander Taras!"
Flas recognized the identity of one of the corpses with missing arms at a glance. However, before he could run out, Wei Ran grabbed him by the belt.
"Don't go there"
Wei Ran said, pulling the other person back a few steps, then taking off his cloak and fanning it vigorously, bit by bit blowing away the ashes left by the burning grass on the ground.
In this way, they walked forward while fanning the wind. When the two of them returned to the charred tree trunk, Wei Ran also stopped what he was doing, squatted down and pointed at a hair that was originally hidden under the ashes.
The thread said, "Look there."
In fact, without him pointing, Flass turned pale and swallowed. He had already recognized it, it was an S-type jumping mine!
"Looks like something happened to them"
Wei Ran once again pulled the other party back and said, "We have to get to our previous camp as soon as possible."
"them..."
"Even if we can successfully remove all landmines"
Wei Ran looked at the corpses and reminded, "As long as we bury them, the Germans will notice them. They might come here regularly to check."
"Then we're just going to watch like this?" Fras clenched his fists and gritted his teeth and asked sadly.
Wei Ran sighed feebly, looked at the other person, gritted his teeth and suggested, "Let's go find Alyosha first. Maybe he is still alive. We need to settle the people we brought here first. Wait until we are in this forest."
Let’s regain our footing here and bury them again.”
"Yes, Alyosha, yes, Alyosha!"
Fras slapped his forehead, turned around and ran back, greeting the waiting people and David, eager to go around the scorched earth.
"What happened?" David came up and asked in a low voice after Wei Ran came back.
"The area near the mine was bombed."
Wei Ran sighed and explained, "The bodies of Platoon Leader Taras and several other people were used as bait in the minefield. We need to leave here as soon as possible, and then go to the previous camp to see if Alyosha is still alive.
.”
David's expression changed after hearing this, and then he fell into silence. Although those who rushed here with them looked at each other and realized that something was wrong, they rarely remained quiet. Only two people in their thirties looked at each other.
The man wearing a Soviet uniform caught up with Vlas who was walking at the front and asked what he was talking about.
For the next full day and a half, these thirty or forty people and more than 20 horse-drawn sledges only rested for less than four hours, and spent the rest of their time on the road. Only in the evening of the next day,
I saw the dead tree lying horizontally, strips of dried meat and a horse bone drying on the branches, and smoke coming out of the chimney of the shack at the root of the tree.
After a quick observation, Fras, David, and Wei Ran ran over together, opened the wooden door that was ajar, and then saw that by the fireplace of the shack, the unkempt Alyosha was using a
A German steel helmet was boiling something, and on the blanket spread out behind him, there was another person lying with his back to them.
"Clang!"
When he saw the three Wei Ran people, the wooden spoon in Alyosha's hand slipped and fell on the steel helmet used as a pot, and his smoky face covered with dirt was also gushed out.
Two traces of tears broke out.
"You guys, are you back?"
Alyosha looked at the three people crowded at the door with tears streaming down his face, "Platoon Commander Taras and the others were surrounded. I only rescued political commissar Zinovi, he...he..."
Before Alyosha could finish speaking, Wei Ran and the other three also got into the shack, comforting Alyosha and checking the bodies of him and Zinovi.
Fortunately, Alyosha's injury was not serious. He only dislocated the ankle of one foot. But Zinovi lying behind him...he had already turned into a rotten corpse.
