After chatting with Vlada for a while in the shack that served as the kitchen, Wei Ran saw that the other party really didn't need his help, so he simply said goodbye and left, heading in the direction of the artillery position.
At this time, the newly replenished artillery crew members were rehearsing firing actions under the white cloth used as camouflage under the command of the gunner Jiao Niya.
Different from the larger 61K, this 25mm caliber 72K anti-aircraft gun has its height and direction gears operated by one person, and another person is required to fire the gun.
In addition, a loader and a gunner are needed to command.
In general, this is an anti-aircraft artillery that only requires four people, or even three people at critical moments to fight.
Without disturbing the young people who were busy practicing, Wei Ran walked under the pine tree where the sentry tower was built, and climbed up by climbing up the wooden crossbar nailed to the trunk.
"Comrade Yuri, I am the new reporter Victor, can I come up and have a seat?" Wei Ran stopped less than two or three meters away from the sentry tower and asked.
"Of course, please come up." Yuri in the sentry tower said enthusiastically, "Sorry, I was on guard and couldn't go down to say hello just now."
"This kind of thing is not worth apologizing for." Wei Ran climbed up the sentry tower as he spoke.
This so-called sentry tower is nothing more than a wooden platform less than two meters long built around a thigh-thick tree trunk.
This platform has no guardrails, let alone a roof. The only device that can be considered as a device is a rope tied to the trunk of a tree branch as thick as an arm.
Even without an introduction, he knew that in an emergency, the sentry could grab this rope and slide down as quickly as possible.
At this time, the young man named Yuri was sitting on the edge of the small platform, holding a telescope and observing the surrounding night sky.
The rope was placed on his shoulders. In addition, there was another rope around his waist to tie him to the tree trunk to prevent him from falling.
“Just find a place to sit”
Yuri quickly looked back at the visitor, raised the telescope again to look for targets that might appear at any time, and said, "There are extra ropes on the branches above your head. Remember to tie yourself to the trunk. This is very important. You can't pick up small things on the island."
The cans are just as important.”
"Thank you," Wei Ran said, raising his hand to take off a rope, passing it through the belt around his waist and tying it to the tree trunk.
“This is the place with the best view on the entire island”
Yuri, holding the telescope, said, "The direction my telescope is facing is the center of Lake Ladoga. German planes sometimes bypass the air defense positions from that direction. What we are on guard against are these that slip through the net."
fish."
Before Wei Ran could say anything, Yuri said like a conscientious tour guide, "In the direction behind my back, those flashing red lights are the lifeline of Leningrad, and there are others on another island closer.
There is an anti-aircraft position, but there is also only one anti-aircraft gun there."
Subconsciously looking in that direction, those flashing red lights formed a winding dotted line and disappeared at the end of the field of vision.
"Far to my left is our Leningrad"
Yuri continued, "The third air defense position on the other island on the right also has only one artillery."
After looking around in all directions according to the other party's introduction, Wei Ran pointed to a location quite far away from the artillery position and asked, "What's going on in that direction? Why is there a bonfire there?"
"That's a trap"
Yuri explained directly without even looking in that direction, "The ice there has been cut open, and the bonfire will make the fish hiding at the bottom of the lake swim up, and it will also make the German planes fly in that direction.
In short, whether it is catching fish or catching a German plane, it is good."
"Who is in charge of this?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Old Ivan and Sasha" two names that were too popular popped out of Yuri's mouth. "They are originally fishermen fishing on Lake Ladoga. It would be best to leave this matter to them."
"How was the harvest?" Wei Ran asked.
“Not great”
Yuri sighed, "The fishhooks they make with nails and leather ropes are often frozen, and the weather is too cold, and the fish often don't bite the hooks at all."
"Can you tell us about your work?" Wei Ran asked a new question like a serious reporter.
"Father Seryosha is our captain"
Yuri introduced, "He participated in World War I and was a machine gunner with a rifle. Aunt Vlada is our cook, and her daughter Olga is our only nurse."
"Wait, Olga is Vlada's daughter?" Wei Ran asked in shock.
"certainly"
Yuri said matter-of-factly, "She also studied at the Military Medical College in Leningrad for a few months."
"Where are the others?" Wei Ran asked.
"Then there's Jionya. She was originally a college student in the mathematics department, but now she is the most important gun commander in our position. Only she can command that artillery in battle.
Her first gunner is Andre, her second gunner is Lisa, and her ammunition gunner...let me see"
As he spoke, Yuri pointed the telescope at the artillery position shrouded in white cloth.
"It should be Yulia, she was just selected into the artillery crew." Wei Ran said.
"That's Yulia"
After a short pause, Yuri said bravely, "I like Joniya. I have already confessed my love to her, but she did not agree."
"Maybe you should try a few more times," Wei Ran suggested kindly.
"Let's wait until the war is over"
Yuri pointed the telescope at the night sky again, "Zionya said that she has no intention of falling in love before the war is over, so I will wait until the war is over to confess to her again."
"You will succeed by then," Wei Ran said sincerely.
"I guess so"
Yuri smiled involuntarily and continued to introduce, "Old Ivan and Sasha are responsible for fishing, and they follow Aunt Vlada's command.
I forgot to mention that Sasha is the nephew of old Ivan, and he and Yulia are still lovers. I saw them hiding on the shore and kissing secretly more than once."
"What else?" Wei Ran asked.
"And Sergey, he is in charge..."
After a short pause, Yuri asked, "He is a transporter, right? I just saw him shouting and driving the horse-drawn sledge towards the traffic line, and he was still waving at me."
"That's right" Wei Ran nodded.
"Then don't talk about him"
Yuri said, "Let's talk about Vasily. He is the youngest among us, but he did not escape from Leningrad with us."
"Then where is he from?"
"He is the son of the militia political commissar who was stationed here before. His mother was a traffic officer and died of starvation three months ago.
But Vasily doesn’t know about this yet, so don’t tell him, he will cry for many days.”
"I have a very strict mouth." Wei Ran thought for a moment and asked, "How many others are there?"
"Sonia and I take turns guarding, she is my sister.
Ruslan and Igor are responsible for collecting firewood, which is as important as fighting and just as dangerous."
Yuri said, "And they are also the reserve force of this position. No matter where there are casualties at any position, they have to provide replacements."
"Is this job dangerous? I mean collecting firewood."
"certainly"
Yuri nodded and said angrily, "The Germans dropped a lot of can bombs. Some of those bombs were real cans, and some were bombs. No one knew what was inside until they were opened.
The people responsible for chopping wood not only have to work all day long to ensure that everyone does not freeze to death, but they also have to resist the temptation of those canned bombs."
"Let me give you a gift."
As Wei Ran spoke, he took out the hearth stove from the metal book, lit it and handed it to the other party.
"This hearth is so beautiful!"
Yuri praised, "Just think of it as lending it to me, waiting for me..."
"How about letting whoever keeps sentry use it?" Wei Ran suggested without waiting for the other party to finish speaking.
"Comrade Victor, you are much more normal than the last reporter."
Yuri said happily, and at the same time, he stuffed the warm hearth into his arms.
"The last reporter was abnormal?" Wei Ran asked with interest.
"He is a wartsman journalist, and he seems to be a Jewish journalist who escaped from Poland."
Yuri said distressedly, "I'm not a good smoker, and I don't have any prejudice against wartai people, but he is not as easy to talk to as you. He took a photo of all of us on the day he came, and even
group photo.
He said he was worried that we would die one day, so it was best to let him help take a picture first so as not to affect his news reports.
As a result, he himself was blown up to death the next day because he opened a can bomb he picked up."
Hearing this, Wei Ran sighed secretly. He could probably guess that the reporter was probably trying to verify the authenticity of the can bomb. He might have just overestimated his ability.
"boom!"
At this moment, an explosion suddenly came from the forest some distance away from the cemetery.
"It must be the bomb that the Germans just dropped!" Yuri said firmly.
"I'll go take a look"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already taken off the rope from his waist, put on his bearskin mittens, grabbed the rope and slid down.
"Comrade reporter, be careful! Don't pick up any cans!"
Yuri on the sentry tower reminded him uneasily, even if he was just a kid who looked no older than sixteen or seventeen years old.
"Don't worry, I will be careful!" Wei Ran promised as he slid down.
After returning to the ground, when he ran towards the direction where there was an explosion and there seemed to be faint screams, Seryosha was also running in that direction.
"Follow me!" Father Seryozha, who was holding a kerosene lamp in his hand, reminded Wei Ran.
Hearing this, Wei Ran was especially persuaded to slow down and follow the other party.
As he got closer, Wei Ran also noticed that there was a young man who looked to be no more than sixteen or seventeen years old, clutching his wrist and wailing.
When the light of the kerosene lamp enveloped the area, Wei Ran also noticed that most of the palm of his left hand had been blown away.
Beside him, there was a bundle of firewood and a lightweight handsaw.
"rope"
Wei Ran couldn't help but said hello.
Hearing this, Seryozha directly took off the belt from his waist and handed it over.
"May I have your name?"
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already used a belt to strangle the wounded man's hand, "What's your name?"
"His name is..."
"Seryozha, let him answer for himself!" Wei Ran interrupted Seryozha's answer, "Bring the firewood and saw!"
As he spoke, Wei Ran tightened the rope and then carried the wounded man whom he had just met briefly.
"Igor"
The wounded man lying on Wei Ran's shoulder endured the pain and grinned and replied, "My name is Igor."
"Igor, what just happened?" Wei Ran asked as he ran back.
"I have no idea"
Igor, who was about to cry in pain, replied, "I was just sawing a branch, and then something exploded."
"You'll be fine"
As Wei Ran spoke, he ran faster and faster, "I will help you stitch up the wound."
"I don't want to withdraw," Igor said, "I can still fight."
"You can't leave even if you want to"
Father Seryosha, who was chasing after him, said, "If Sergey hadn't frozen to death on the way, it would have taken at least two or three days to get back."
"Dad, let me go to the artillery position." Igor said, "I..."
"Shut up!"
Seryozha didn't give the other party a chance to finish his words at all, "We selected people to add to the team in a fair and just way, and no one can jump in line!"
Before the two of them could continue chatting, Wei Ran had already pushed open the wooden door of the shack closest to the artillery position, and saw Olga who was using an enamel pot to steam and sterilize surgical instruments, and what she was holding in her hand.
Rope and a bottle of vodka to act as an anesthetic.
"Tie him up"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he rushed out of the shack and ran back to his own shack as fast as he could to take a look. At the same time, he took out the kerosene gas lamp and ran back.
"Where did you get the gas lamp?"
As soon as he ran in, Seryosha asked curiously.
"I brought it"
Wei Ran directly handed the gas lamp to the other party, "Quick! Light it up!"
When Father Seryozha saw this, he didn't have time to ask any more questions. He filled up the gas lamp and lit it.
After a while, Wei Ran had already washed his hands with the hot water prepared by Olga in advance, and roughly applied it with iodine.
As for surgical gloves, we don't have those here.
"Put the gas lamp in front of me on the left, give Igor a glass of wine and something to bite in his mouth."
Wei Ran issued the order, "Olga, go to the opposite side of me and hand me whatever I need."
Under his command, Olga walked around to the other side of the operating table and got ready.
Seryosha also brought the wine that Olga had just poured to Igor's mouth, and asked him to drink down the small amount of spicy wine in one gulp.
"Hold him down"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, Seryozha used his familiarity to suppress Igor with his own weight, and firmly held down his hand.
"ah--"
Amid the ear-piercing screams, Wei Ran started debriding and suturing as quickly as possible under the icy blue light.
"Are you really a reporter and not a doctor?" Olga, standing opposite, asked curiously.
"certainly"
Wei Ran responded vaguely, "Give me another hemostatic forceps."
"there is none left"
Olga replied, "We only have three hemostats in total, and you used them all."
"Then use tweezers to help me clamp this blood vessel." Wei Ran pointed with the back of the scalpel.
Upon seeing this, Olga immediately picked up a pair of tweezers and clamped the corresponding blood vessel.
With her help, Wei Ran successfully sutured the wound and bandaged it. Igor, who had been wailing in pain, breathed a sigh of relief and fainted with his head tilted.
"Send him back to rest."
Wei Ran said, leaving the task of cleaning up the mess and the dazzling gas lamp to Olga.
He had just finished his work and walked out of the shack. From the sentry tower not far away, Yuri blew a harsh whistle, and then shouted at the top of his voice, "Attention! Attention! There seems to be a plane heading west-north! Attention.
!There seems to be a plane heading north-west!”
"Prepare!"
Gunner Commander Jiao Niya immediately issued an order, and the white cloth that had been covered just now was torn off again.
Under Wei Ran's gaze, Jiao Niya raised a one-meter range-finding machine that she didn't know where it came from and pointed it at the northwest direction, and ordered the corresponding commands in an orderly manner.
Under his command, the artillery was quickly aimed in the corresponding direction. As the gunner, Yulia also gently pressed her foot against the fire pedal and was ready to fire.
Gradually, everyone heard the roar of fighter jets in the night sky. Weiran had already taken out the small suitcase in his backpack and the gun camera. After some adjustments, he hid behind a pine tree and took aim.
The plane that is getting closer and closer in the night sky is ready to go.
Amid the increasingly clear roar, the only plane was getting closer and closer, but Jionya never issued an order.
During the anxious and short wait, with a scream from Jiao Niya, the anti-aircraft artillery finally fired a shell!
Amidst the intensive sound of "boom, boom, boom", the Weifang also pulled the trigger of the gun camera one after another, trying to capture the precious moment when the tracer bullet hit the bomber.
However, this continuous shooting did not injure the Stuka. Instead, it began to fire at the same time that the anti-aircraft artillery emptied the seven rounds in the magazine!
"Boom, boom, boom!"
Just at this moment, the artillery on another island next door finally began to fire. In the footage of Wei Ran almost subconsciously pulling the class-linked shutter, the shots of the shells hitting the cockpit of the bomber were clearly recorded.
moment!
Amidst the screams, the bomber's strafing stopped abruptly, and then a trail of black smoke fell from the night sky, almost straight hitting the ice on the side of the island, and "booming"
"The ice exploded with an explosion and sank to the bottom of the lake.
"The plane crashed into the lake!"
In the sentry tower overhead, Yuri shouted excitedly, "Go and have a look! There must be fish there! And, Joniya! Is anyone injured?"
"Nobody!"
Jiao Niya responded loudly, "Good luck! The artillery position next to it was a big help! No one of us was injured!"
"It seems our fish trap has been destroyed!"
It seemed that the young man named Sasha said regretfully, "I just made the fishhook again this morning."
Amidst the somewhat chaotic shouts, Seryosha and the young man who had just complained ran towards the crash site carrying a net. Jionya also summoned her friends around again to cover the air defense with white cloth.
artillery.
Even the fishing traps in the distance were moved and the bonfire was relit.
Seeing that these dozen people were in their own place as if they were in their own ecological circle, Wei Ran returned to the shack assigned to him after a moment's thought, and lay down on the not-so-comfortable hard pine needle bed.
The shack was small enough, so it was warm enough under the warmth of the fireplace, giving him enough time to think about what to do next before he started to get hungry.
The most important thing among them is completing the return mission.
After thinking about it one by one, he first needed to take over the work of the sentry in order to complete at least 4 air raid warnings.
In addition, he also needs to help destroy at least two enemy aircraft, which requires him to find a way to join the anti-aircraft artillery team.
This is undoubtedly an almost paradoxical situation, unless...
Unless there is no longer a complete artillery team on this island, sentries will join the artillery team.
In contrast, taking group photos and single photos, and hunting 20 kilograms of fish became the simplest tasks.
In this case, just wait until dawn...
After making up his mind, Wei Ran got up again, then took out the German kettle left by the previous reporter, filled it with melted and boiled snow water, held it in his arms, and covered it with dyed snow water.
Wearing a cloak with the blood of a transporter.
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With such doubts, Wei Ran, who had no way of leaving the island, entered a dream that was not a good one.
When he woke up, it was already bright outside the shack, but the forest was much quieter, with only the figures in the sentry tower staring at the surrounding sky.
After getting out of the shack, Wei Ran looked around, then turned and walked into the forest.
Searching all the way, he soon found a tin can with Russian characters and a pig pattern printed on it.
Gently picking up the can and weighing it, Wei Ran took off his blood-stained cloak and used it as a baggage. He put the can inside and carried it on his arm, continuing to search in the forest.
Soon, he found the second, third, and fourth cans one after another. By the way, he also found the infamous butterfly bomb.
"What are you doing?"
Just as he was distracted staring at the butterfly bomb, a young man whose whole body was wrapped very tightly, with only a pair of eyes exposed, came over from a distance.
The young man was holding a small sledge filled with firewood in one hand and a saw in the other hand.
"Are you Ruslan?" Wei Ran asked.
"Yes, it's me."
Ruslan nodded and asked firmly, "It must have been Yuri who told you, right?"
"That's right"
Wei Ran nodded equally, "Ruslan, can I take a photo for you?"
"Do you need me to put on the posture of sawing wood?" Ruslan asked while already placing the saw on the branch of a pine tree.
"Did the last reporter comrade ask for it?" Wei Ran asked.
Ruslan nodded nonchalantly, "Do you need me to do this?"
"Forget it, no need."
Wei Ran shook his head, "Can we just chat casually?"
"I'm going to chop wood, otherwise someone will freeze to death at night."
Ruslan pointed to the butterfly bomb not far away, "Also, don't touch that kind of bomb. It's best to stay away. It's more terrifying than a can bomb. It might explode suddenly at any time."
"Let me go chop wood with you." As Wei Ran spoke, he slung the can bomb carried in his cloak over his shoulder.
Ruslan had a good temper, nodded easily, and continued to wander in the forest. At the same time, he explained, "We are looking for dead pine trees, and it is best to stay away from the camp. This is very important.
The tree should be left as cover.
Also, don’t touch the cans in the forest, like the one over there... Hey! What are you going to do! Put it down quickly! You can’t eat that!”
Amidst Ruslan's exclamation, Wei Ran casually picked up the can bomb and stuffed it into his cloak.
"Inside you..."
Ruslan belatedly glanced at the canvas bundle Wei Ran was carrying and swallowed uncontrollably.
"Yes, they are all canned bombs." Wei Ran said with a smile, "I'm just here to find them."
"What...what are you going to do?"
Ruslan asked nervously. At the same time, he couldn't help but take a few steps back, but accidentally sat down on the sledge filled with firewood.
"Friend, have you ever fried fish?" Wei Ran smiled and asked an unexpected question.