Chapter 139 The Price of Red Flags and White Flags
In the darkroom, Wei Ran developed all the selected negatives into photos. The large square photos of 6x6 medium format accommodated more horizons at the beginning of the shooting. In disguise, they also recorded more things happening at the same moment.
History.
He looked at the group photos beside the ruins of the clinic and the people in the Ministry of Interior building, and then looked at the photos he took of Dr. Lodge and Father Hans rescuing the wounded when the tent outside the clinic was still there.
Wei Ran sighed with some disappointment. He was not included in this. Although he had predicted it at the beginning of filming, he was worried that one day his companions who were struggling together in the war would become increasingly blurred in his memory.
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Putting aside the remaining photos and the sad emotions, Wei Ran felt a lot better after picking up the fourth photo.
In this photo of the Capitol Building from above, you can see an abandoned 88mm gun by the German army and a King Tiger heavy tank lying in the bottom corner. Of course, there are also a large number of corpses of Soviet and German soldiers, as well as the
A stretcher team transports the wounded.
The main part of the photo is the destroyed outer wall of the Reichstag building, with only its main outline remaining, as well as the German soldiers hiding in the Reichstag building and shooting outside. And outside the building, they were throwing grenades and shooting into the building.
Shooting and even hitting Soviet soldiers who were about to fall to the ground.
Looking up slightly, on the top of the building, a Soviet Red Army soldier was holding a huge flag, which was particularly conspicuous under the light provided by the flares. Even behind this soldier, two other Soviet Red Army soldiers could be seen.
There was some muzzle flash from the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, and the slightly blurry shadows of several German soldiers who were shot and recoiled further away.
He could even hear the heart-rending "Ula" and the roar of gunfire from this photo. He could smell the choking smoke and the lingering smell of blood!
"This photo can probably go into a museum..."
Wei Ran murmured to himself, carefully put it into a separate brown paper bag, and then picked up the photo he took at the last moment.
If the photo just witnessed the glory in war, then this photo from the top of the Ministry of the Interior building overlooks the Königsplatz and the surrounding building ruins, as well as the Berlin city defense commander General Weidling, who is holding a white flag in the square and is preparing to surrender.
The photos only witnessed the bloody cruelty and eternal destruction behind the war.
Excluding whether the war itself is just, regardless of the red flag planted on the top of the Reichstag, or the white flag held by German soldiers on the Königsplatz in this photo. In order to make them float in the smoke, it takes a lot of effort
The price is the bodies that have not yet been taken away for burial, the wounded lying on stretchers struggling. Of course, there are also the surviving soldiers, civilians, cities that were almost completely destroyed in the war, and countless originally happy families.
——Be it Germans, Soviets, or Jews.
After looking at the photo for a long time, Wei Ran silently stuffed it into the same brown paper bag as the previous photo. He knew that he was not qualified to judge the rights and wrongs of the war. The only thing he could do was to treat it as
I am a time traveler, using my camera to pick up some missed moments.
Putting these two photos away, Wei Ran continued to flip through other photos. Most of the remaining photos were from the previous owner of the Rolleiflex, a tough German soldier who had received the gold melee assault badge.
If the previous two photos record the final result of this war, then these photos record all the details that can be called a battle. From the initial battle outside Berlin to the later street fighting, this unknown person
The tough guy with the same name almost put the camera on the faces of the Soviet and German soldiers and pressed the shutter.
What surprised him even more was that in these photos, he actually saw Marco's aunt, the crazy woman who originally sent various supplies to the clinic!
However, in this photo, Marco's aunt's lower body is covered in blood and flesh, and there are even traces of being crushed by tank tracks.
In her hand, in addition to a long-handled grenade whose back cover had been unscrewed, there was also a photo that was brought to her mouth and kissed by her until she died. Although the person in the photo looked a bit awkward due to the angle,
It was vague, but the iconic youth league uniform made Wei Ran immediately compare it to some idiot with an injured ass.
Continuing to look through the remaining photos, Wei Ran put them all into another separate brown paper bag, trying hard not to recall everything that happened in that small clinic, and then rubbed his face tiredly,
He stood up and staggered towards the bathroom.
It wasn't until his hands and feet were wrinkled from soaking that Wei Ran got up from the bathtub in a daze, put on his pajamas and threw himself on the bed.
Now that the story behind the two youth league knives has been investigated clearly, Wei Ran does not intend to put this matter aside for the time being.
After all, in this real world, Professor Alexei has only been away for less than an hour. If he gives such detailed investigation results so quickly, even if the employer does not doubt it, he will feel that the more than 10 million rubles are not worth the money spent.
On the other hand, I have to report back to the Hongqi Forest Farm in Kazan tomorrow, and I really don’t have the energy to do these things now. Just before falling asleep, Wei Ran had already decided to go to the Hongqi Forest Farm after the half-month course at the Hongqi Forest Farm.
Go to Kiev and visit Ivan's former home. Even if you can't find any valuable clues, you must at least make a show of it and be worthy of the high price offered by Mario's son.
Soon after, gentle snoring sounded, and Wei Ran once again returned to bomb-fired Berlin in his dream, back to the clinic that could collapse at any time, busy cutting bloody wounds under the dazzling light of kerosene lamps
, sewing up the broken blood vessels.
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The rapid banging on the door woke up Wei Ran, who was wandering in his nightmare. Before he could wake up, a loaded pistol was already in his hand, pointing in the direction of the bedroom door.
It wasn't until his mind was completely clear that Wei Ran quickly put away his pistol, put on his clothes and left the bedroom, then opened the rolling shutter door that was still banging.
"I thought you weren't here." Ji Ma walked in with a big grin. Before he could say anything, he turned around and closed the rolling shutter door.
"Didn't you go to Mr. Nicholas's house?" Wei Ran asked, yawning and sitting at the long table.
"He kicked me out"
Jima rummaged around like a Japanese soldier, took out a bottle of gin from the refrigerator, opened it and smelled it, then replaced it with a bottle of vodka that had been there for who knows how long, and took out two apples by the way.
, then he closed the refrigerator door with satisfaction, walked to the opposite side of Wei Ran and sat down.
"What are you doing?" Wei Ran asked, taking the half-filled glass from the other party.
"Of course it's to thank you." Before Jima finished speaking, he raised his head and drank the wine in the glass in one gulp, then buried his big nose in his sleeves.
"Wake me up, go through my refrigerator, and drink my wine, just to thank me?" Wei Ran looked at Jima across the table with a lunatic look.
The former happily poured another glass of wine, and then said excitedly, "Ms. Zhou and Mr. Nicholas have just given me a formal reply after talking with each other. In mid-December, the two of us will take the first batch of guests to Inta
.”
"Wait a minute." Wei Ran put down the wine glass he had just brought to his lips, "The two of us? Are you not mistaken?"
"Of course it's the two of us." Jima gestured in the direction of the next door with his thumb as a matter of course, "Ms. Zhou said that you are also the tour guide of the travel agency, so of course you will take us there."
"I..."
Wei Ran opened his mouth, and finally nodded in agreement. Ji Ma was indeed right. He was indeed still working in his aunt's travel agency. Moreover, in order to facilitate communication, he took all the newly opened routes with him in the past few years.
Naturally, this time is no exception.
"That's why I want to thank you!"
Jima couldn't help but clink the cup with Wei Ran, and after a "Ula!" that would scare most Western Europeans, he drank all the wine in the cup again.
After absent-mindedly drinking the wine in the glass, Wei Ran picked up the apple on the table and took a bite. He absent-mindedly listened to Jima thinking about his and his friends' careers in Inta.
It wasn't until the other party's mind began to think about raising some Ukrainian girls that Wei Ran had to interrupt the other party's daydreaming, "Put the Yinta matter aside for now, wait until our next vacation."
Then, how about you and me going to Kiev?"
"Where to go? Kiev?!" Dima immediately became energetic, "I'll call Mr. Culp right now to ask for leave, and then how about we go now?"
"not so good"
Wei Ran grabbed the other party's cell phone and threw it aside, "I'm not taking you to harm Ukrainian girls."
"It's the same anyway." Jima patted his forehead, "I haven't asked you yet, what are you doing in Kiev?"
"Investigating something, but I heard it's not safe there, so I need a helper."
Wei Ran said truthfully, he had never been to Ukraine, and he brought Jima with him just because he hoped that this unknown person could be of some help, lest he be blocked in the mine with a gun like last time in Inta.
, there was not even a messenger.
"Then you're definitely right to take me with you!" Jima assured, patting her chest triumphantly, "I know a lot of Ukrainian girls and know how to deal with Ukrainians!"
"Did all your interactions take place in bed?" Wei Ran muttered to himself, then changed the subject and asked, "When will you return to Kazan?"
"Early tomorrow morning," Ji Ma said while chewing an apple, "I have already bought the air tickets, including yours."
"So generous?"
Wei Ran looked at Jima in surprise. Although a plane ticket was not expensive, he knew Jima's financial situation. This guy had no concept of saving money at all. As long as he had money, he would either spend it on Ukrainian girls or spend money on it.
With a Polish girl, he would never think of taking the initiative to bear the transportation expenses, especially when he didn't have to pay for the air tickets in the first place.
"Just think of it as thank you," Ji Ma said with a grin, "Of course, if you are willing to give me the money, I will not refuse."
"I'll give you a slap in the face." Wei Ran responded with a middle finger, "Let's go, stop drinking, and find a place to eat."
"I invite you!" Jima agreed with great arrogance, and before he finished speaking, he got up and ran out of the studio.
