Seeing Wei Ran and Father Hans coming from next door, Marco, who was guarding the campfire, quickly brought over the steaming fish soup.
"You guys drink first. While the two Soviets haven't woken up yet, I'll send another few pots of fish soup and boiling water into the basement."
Taking the fish soup from Marco, Father Hans once again whispered what he had said to Wei Ran, "Marco, after you finish delivering the fish soup, we will have nothing hiding in the basement."
Women, whether adults or minors."
Marco seemed to think of the demonized Soviets that had been propagandized on the radio. He nodded with a pale face, carried a lunch box filled with fish soup and fish meat, and stumbled towards the bathtub not far away.
"I remember after the bombardment, when you came up from the basement, you said you knew Russian?" Father Hans asked abruptly.
"I have learned some before and can barely communicate."
While Wei Ran was talking, he placed the fish soup next to the bonfire to heat again, and then sat down on the edge of the fireplace. With the light of the constantly beating fire, he opened the documents collected from the wounded man.
"What's written on it?" Father Hans asked while sipping the warm fish soup.
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran handed the certificate that was wet with river water to Hans' father, "This man's name is Ivan, and he is a company instructor of the 765th Regiment of the Soviet Red Army. Maybe they are attacking the Moltke Bridge."
"wait"
Father Hans returned the wet ID to Wei Ran, put down the fish soup that he had almost finished, and quickly walked into the operating room next door. Then he walked over with an equally wet ID and handed it to Wei Ran, "This
Woolen cloth?"
After taking the certificate and opening it, Wei Ran subconsciously widened his eyes. Although the name of the owner on this certificate was also very long, the name at the beginning happened to be Mikhail!
Could it be that decades later, the name Mario kept chanting before his death was him?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, moved closer to the campfire, and continued to look at the content on the certificate. He finally determined that the person named Mikhail was indeed the one provided by Professor Alexei before coming to this war.
The owner of the Second Class Patriotic War Medal is Mikhail, a commando of the 1st Battalion of the 765th Regiment of the 150th Division of the 79th Infantry Corps of the Soviet Red Army!
Looking at Dr. Lodge who had just walked out of the next door with a strange expression, Wei Ran spread out the two documents and leaned them against a brick beside the bonfire to help them evaporate and dry as quickly as possible.
"You haven't answered my question yet," reminded Father Hans as he picked up the fish soup again.
Wei Ran also picked up the fish soup and said, "This man's name is Mikhail. He is from the same army as the man with the amputation. He is a second lieutenant."
Father Hans, who had satisfied his curiosity, handed another portion of fish soup to Dr. Lodge who had just sat down by the fireplace and said, "You saved a second lieutenant and a... what?"
"Captain," Wei Ran added with a smile, "a little higher than a captain, a little lower than a major."
"No matter what it is," Father Hans continued after Dr. Lodge took the fish soup, "what are you going to do when they wake up?"
Doctor Lodge spread his hands, pointed at Marco who was walking this way, and said nonchalantly, "We have a major here. When the time comes, it will be either them surrendering to us or us surrendering to them. Anyway, the war will be over soon.
Already."
"You'd better not be so optimistic"
Father Hans shook his head, raised his hand and asked Marco to sit next to him, "Take off your clothes and boots and burn them. We have no need for them anymore."
Hearing this, Marco quickly unbuttoned his uniform, but before throwing the uniform into the bonfire, he hesitated for a moment and took off the Youth League knife originally hanging on his belt, "This belongs to Mario, keep it."
Bar."
"up to you"
As Father Hans spoke, he also untied his white coat, took off his uniform and threw it into the fireplace where the bonfire was burning.
As for Wei Ran, he had already begun to take off his uniform when Father Hans opened his mouth.
While the uniforms of the three people were burning in the fireplace and black smoke was emitting, Dr. Lodge had already hid in the shadow of the far wall with the fish soup that he had almost finished.
Father Hans, who put on his white coat again, stared at the black smoke steaming from the fireplace, then turned to look around and at the city in the distance that had turned into ruins and battlefields. Finally, he sighed silently and closed the curtain.
Bloodshot and sad old eyes.
Wei Ran, who was a little further away, also took out the Rolleiflex camera from his bag and quietly took Father Hans, Dr. Lodge and Marco, together with the black smoking fireplace and more
The Kroll Opera House, which was vaguely visible in the night, was greedily included in the viewfinder, and then the shutter was pressed.
After a long time, the uniforms of the three people were burned to ashes, and the billowing black smoke gradually dissipated. Father Hans picked up some fragments of wooden furniture from the surroundings to cover the few crisp medals and metal remaining in the bonfire.
Eagle Emblem leaned against the warm edge of the fireplace again, waiting silently for dawn, for the war to end, and for the two wounded men next door to wake up or die completely.
During the four-person vigil, the dark sky was gradually shrouded in morning mist, and the firefight in the direction of the Moltke Bridge became more and more intense. The Soviet Red Army instructor next door, Ivan, who had been amputated by the sanitary napkin, finally lost his strength after the drug wore off.
Then woke up.
With great effort, he raised his head and looked at half of the leg wrapped in gauze. The instructor named Ivan looked at Wei Ran who was squatting next to him with vigilance. One hand had quietly held half of the broken bricks beside him.
.
"Instructor Ivan, we surrender." Wei Ran said simply in Russian before the opponent was about to pick up the brick.
"Surrender?" Ivan looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "Do you know Russian?"
"I've learned this before"
While Wei Ran was speaking, he turned the handle of the P38 pistol that was originally hanging on Marco's waist and handed it to Ivan, who was trying to hold up his upper body. "The bullets in this pistol have been emptied, if you don't mind."
, I can help you sit up, and we also have some fish soup, if..."
"Where are my comrades?" Ivan asked, taking the pistol nonchalantly.
Wei Ran pointed to a dark corner not far away, "His injuries are more serious than yours, and he hasn't woken up yet."
Letting Wei Ran support himself against the wall, Ivan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did you save us?"
Wei Ran pointed behind him and explained frankly, "The others are behind that wall. If you don't accept our surrender, they can escape quickly."
Ivan couldn't help showing a tired smile when he heard this, "Who are you?"
"We are all doctors from the same clinic"
Wei Ran said, picking up the half of the clinic sign they found in the ruins and showing it to the other party, "You may not understand, but before this building was blown up by shells, it was indeed a clinic."
Ivan was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you for saving me and my comrades. If you can, please bring me a bowl of fish soup."
