Chapter 138 The war is over, pack your bags and start a new life!
In the blink of an eye, May 2 came, and the battle at the Capitol finally came to an end. In the temporary first aid center not far from the building, Wei Ran and others were gradually less busy with their work.
After helping Captain Katya bandage the wound on his collarbone with dark circles under his eyes, Wei Ran followed the stretcher team back to the Ministry of Interior building. When he walked into the unfamiliar operating room, Father Hans and others were waiting.
Leaning against the wall, they shared a bottle of wine that they got from somewhere, and there was even a plate of boiled potatoes on the table next to them.
"Victor, you are finally back!" Dr. Rocky was the first to spot Wei Ran standing at the door and said happily, "We thought you..."
"I thought you would be a deserter." Father Hans took over the conversation before Dr. Lodge finished speaking. At the same time, he poured a large glass of wine for Wei Ran, "Here! Have a drink!"
Taking the cup, Wei Ran took a sip and asked, "Where's Mario? Where are the other children?"
"They are all in the conference room next door," Nurse Leni explained.
"How about we go see them and take a group photo?" Wei Ran asked, shaking the camera in his hand.
"That's a good suggestion!" Dr. Lodge stood up first, "But let me change into clean clothes first."
"That's it! That's good." Wei Ran urged, "It's just a group photo."
"That's right." Doctor Rocky hesitated for a moment, buttoned up his white coat again, and followed the crowd to the conference room next door where the wounded were lying.
In this conference room full of wounded people, several children headed by Mario and Mora also got their own jobs. They were carrying baskets and distributing food from nowhere to the wounded people on the floor.
What about food?
With the help of these little guys, Wei Ran and everyone successfully found Ivan and Mikhail, who were lying side by side by the window. At this time, Ivan was holding half a bottle of wine in his hand and drinking by himself.
Next to him, Mikhail looked a little sluggish.
"Why are you here?" Ivan asked curiously, putting down the bottle of wine.
Wei Ran smiled and explained, "Let's take a group photo with you. After all, we all survived."
"I heard that the flag has been put up on the Capitol Building." Ivan shook Mikhail, whose face turned red, "I heard that our battalion put the flag up."
"Well..." Mikhail responded vaguely.
"What's wrong with him?" Dr. Lodge realized something was wrong first and reached out to touch Mikhail's forehead. "He has a fever. Leni, go get a penicillin!"
"Okay!" Nurse Leni hurriedly ran out of the conference room, and soon got a syringe and penicillin.
After pushing the liquid into Mikhail's body, Dr. Lodge said worriedly, "His condition is not very good. Leni, please pay attention to his condition in the past two days."
"You two, stop wasting your time."
Father Hans doesn't care about Mikhail's life or death. "Aren't you here to take a group photo? Hurry up and finish the photo. Maybe some injured people will be sent back later."
Upon hearing this, Dr. Lodge quickly put away the syringe, and together with several nurses and the children who were called over, sat around Ivan and Mikhail who were being helped up.
"Victor, please find someone to help. Please come quickly!" Father Hans held Mario in his arms and urged.
"Right away! Let me take a picture for you first!" Before Wei Ran could finish his words, he pressed the shutter button without any reason.
However, the expected white light did not appear. Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and then, under the greetings of Father Hans and others, he quickly handed the camera to a wounded man who seemed to be in good condition, and then joined the group of people taking photos.
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After taking a group photo with everyone, Wei Ran put away the camera and asked the soldier, "Comrade, what time is it now?"
The soldier rolled up his sleeves as if to show off, revealing six or seven watches. He generously took off one and gave it to Wei Ran, "Five-fifty, doctor, these watches all show that it is five o'clock in the morning."
Fifty-four points.”
"So that's it!" Wei Ran suddenly realized and roughly guessed the reason why he hadn't gone back yet.
"What's wrong?" Father Hans and others all looked at Wei Ran.
"Nothing, I'll go out first!"
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he took the camera and the watch that the soldier gave him, stepped on the bullet casings on the floor and the documents that had not been burned in time, and climbed all the way to the top floor of the Ministry of Interior building along the stairs covered with bullet marks.
I glanced at the overly large watch in my hand. The time displayed on it was already 5:57 in the morning. In other words, there were only three minutes left before the Berlin city defense commander, General Weidling, surrendered to the Soviet army! It was only 3 minutes until Mali.
Austria and the Jewish girl Maura are completely safe, and they also only have three minutes left!
He hurriedly placed the camera on the window sill and pointed it in the direction of the Parliament Building. After completing the focus, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, but then gently moved the camera to focus on the abandoned tanks in the King's Square in the distance and only the outlines around them.
buildings, and the few German soldiers holding white flags.
The clear "click" sound of the shutter sounded, and the dazzling white light arrived as promised. When his vision returned, Wei Ran found that he had returned to his own room in the studio.
With a soft clatter, the leather notebook automatically turned to the sixth page. Under the black and white photos of the two youth league knives, the metal quill wrote in a swipe:
"The Final Battle"
Dr. Lodge, together with Nurse Leni and others, continued to operate the clinic at the original location after the war. He died suddenly of a heart attack in 1961.
Father Hans committed suicide by injecting cyanide in the basement of the clinic on the night of May 8, 1945.
Mario and Mora were adopted by Dr. Lodge and Nurse Leni after the war. They held a wedding in 1955 and had a son after their marriage.
Captain Ivan, after the Battle of Berlin, was awarded the Patriotic War Medal 2nd Class, the Medal for Conquering Berlin, and the Medal for Victory over Germany. He retired due to disability after the war and settled in Kiev. He died in a burglary on the night of April 20, 1988, leaving unfinished business.
A volume of memoirs.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Second Lieutenant Mikhail, after the Battle of Berlin, was awarded the Patriotic War Medal 2nd Class, the Berlin Conqueror Medal, and the German War Medal. He retired due to injuries after the war and
Settled in Belgorod and died of organ failure on September 11, 1946.
Looking at the various medal numbers listed in detail by the metal quill, as well as the detailed addresses of Ivan and Mikhail after the war, Wei Ran closed his eyes tiredly, let the quill start another line and wrote, "War
How cruel it is, how stupid war is."
It wasn't until the metal quill hit the desk table with a clang that Wei Ran opened his eyes, and then he saw the writing under the slowly rotating red whirlpool, "The war is over, pack your bags and start a new life."
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However, before Wei Ran could raise his hand to take out the items in the vortex, he found that the metal quill floated up again and started drawing again on the blank seventh page!
"Bang!" Wei Ran stood up suddenly, letting the chair under his butt hit the floor heavily. All his attention was focused on the tip of the metal quill pen.
Under his surprised gaze, he saw a metal quill draw a colorful pattern the size of a tea cup on the page. The main body of the pattern was silver-white scalpels and hemostats crossed, surrounded by a circle of
Dark red thorns stained with blood gauze. The most eye-catching thing is a double snake-wrapped staff with a pair of white wings that runs straight up and down through the intersection. But at the bottom of the cane, hanging at the tip of the needle
A drop of bright red blood seems ready to fall at any moment!
When the drawing was completed, the metal quill continued under the pattern and wrote, "Junior Battle Angel Medal: Awarded to medical workers who have saved more than 100 wounded on the battlefield."
Just as the metal quill hit the table again, a new red vortex appeared directly beneath the so-called Junior Field Angel Medal.
He reached out to grab the floating object in the vortex. To his surprise, the object in the vortex seemed to be larger this time. It seemed to be stuck, and only a metal handle wrapped in leather was exposed!
Wei Ran simply let go of his hand, looked at the red vortex on the back of the page in front of him, and reached in again. Fortunately, this time he pulled it out easily.
Looking at the horse fur camera bag that was taken out and the gold melee assault badge embedded in it, Wei Ran burst into laughter. He didn't expect that what he got this time was another camera.
Gently opening the buckle on the camera bag, Wei Ran took out the almost brand-new camera inside. Just like the camera he got in the Don River last time, there was no film inside at all, but in the accessory bag of the camera bag, there was a
Bakelite sealed barrel containing supporting film.
Finally looking at the serial number on the camera, Wei Ran finally showed a satisfied smile. Just this Rollei twin reflex camera with a sports viewfinder is worth a lot of money, not to mention the gold melee assault medal on the camera bag.
It’s even more of a rare occurrence.
"Whenever you are really short of money, sell the camera or assault badge!" Wei Ran played with the camera in his hand, returned it to the red vortex with satisfaction, and then put away the leather notebook.
"Now let's see what's in the vortex under the Field Angel Medal!"
Wei Ran stood by the bed and muttered, and then a wooden box that was one size larger than a microwave oven and was extremely heavy appeared in his hand! Caught off guard, he lost his balance and was carried by the extremely heavy box in his hand.
Fell on the bed.
"No wonder I can't just lift it out." After Wei Ran got up, he looked at the box on the bed. No matter which side of it he saw, it was much bigger than the whirlpool itself.
Except for the addition of a Field Angel Medal as big as the mouth of a bowl on the lid, and a red cross standard on a white background of the same size, this box is no different from the large medical first aid box used by the German Medical Corps in World War II.
It's just a bit larger than the metal first aid kit used in Dr. Lodge's clinic.
But when he opened the buckles on both sides and opened the lid of the box, Wei Ran immediately rejected his previous judgment. Although the box was made of wood on the outside, it had a relatively clean stainless steel lining inside, which the original version did not have.
There is even a slightly smaller stainless steel cover on the lid that opens at 180 degrees. Gently open the cover, and it is filled with various common medical instruments on the operating table.
The main body of the box, which is also lined with stainless steel, is filled with various medicines needed for first aid, just like the first aid box used before. In addition to these medicines and medical equipment that can fully support battlefield first aid,
In the center of the box, there is a thick stack of letter paper covered with Russian handwriting.
"I am Ivan Sergeyevich Molchanov, the company instructor of the 150th Division of the 79th Infantry Corps of the Soviet Union, the 756th Regiment, February 1940..."
After just reading the beginning, Wei Ran placed this thick pile of letter paper on the bed. There is no doubt that this is the manuscript of the memoirs of Ivan, who settled in Kiev after the war, and remained unfinished until his death.
Gently snapping the lid of the medical box and buckling it, he put it back into the cowhide book. Then he lay on the bed and read through the contents of the memoir manuscript one by one.
In this memoir, Ivan recorded in detail the entire process from joining the army in February 1940 to the end of the Battle of Berlin. He also recorded that he and Mikhail were taken from the river by the German doctor Lodge and others.
The process of fishing it out.
Unsurprisingly, the doctor named Victor was not in Ivan's memory at all, but was replaced by Marko, who had learned Russian. In addition, the person who buried Marko also became Hans Sr.
Dad. This does explain why Father Hans returned to the basement to commit suicide shortly afterwards.
This unfinished manuscript even records various details of his participation in the wedding of Mario and Mora in 1955. Even the children of Mario and Mora were named by Ivan. But
Unfortunately, shortly after that, the two sides completely lost contact due to the construction of the Berlin Wall.
Putting this unfinished manuscript into a file bag, Wei Ran closed his eyes and thought about this harvest.
With that manuscript, I can easily get a remuneration of 12 million rubles. Even after deducting the 1 million introduction fee, my income is definitely not low. With this money, not only will I not have to worry about next year's tuition,
After returning home at the end of the year, or even coming back after the year, I can live a very comfortable life.
On the other hand, the German language that I have completely mastered, the first aid kit that comes with the Angel of the Field medal, and the large amount of clinical experience accumulated in that clinic are even more valuable. Even compared to these, the perfect Rolleiflex
The twin-lens reflex camera and the gold melee assault badge on the camera case have become the most insignificant additions.
"Although I am not in history, I have also received honors this time."
Wei Ran summoned the leather notebook again and admired the painted Junior Field Angel Medal. Then he walked downstairs with satisfaction and took out dozens of negatives from the bulging paper bag next to the Youth League knife photo.
Turning on the power supply of the copy board, and stuck the negatives on it one by one, Wei Ran held up a magnifying glass and carefully observed the content of the photos. A large part of these negatives were not taken by himself, presumably they were
A work from the previous owner of this camera.
But fortunately, after some serious searching, he finally found the photo he took with the light of a flare while rescuing the wounded near the Capitol!
The ruffian reminds you: please collect it after reading it.
