Wei Ran's shouts did not receive a response, so he gritted his teeth and returned to the foxhole to pick up his cumbersome suitcase. At the same time, he was also observing the mountain opposite. Fortunately, no Soviet troops had rushed over there yet.
A moment later, Habibullah, carrying a wave of sand and an RPG launcher in his hands, also ran up panting.
"Get down quickly!"
Wei Ran threw the suitcase in his hand down the mountain, threw Habibullah, who was covered in blood, to the ground as quickly as possible, dragged him and jumped into the cave that was almost flattened by rockets and was covered in blood.
in a simple bunker.
Almost at the same time, the Soviet army that had just climbed up in the distance also pulled the trigger towards them!
"Are you injured? Are you injured?" Wei Ran asked loudly while dragging the other person into the bunker.
"No, I didn't!" Habibullah shouted in Russian.
Risking a look, Wei Ran secretly said something was wrong. In just a short time, more than a dozen enemies had already rushed up from the mountain opposite!
"We need to get down quickly"
As he spoke, Wei Ran looked around and pulled out a piece of blood-stained felt from the rocks, "I'll cover you. Run away as soon as I tell you to!"
"And you?"
"Get ready!"
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already wrapped his suitcase in felt and threw it out with all his strength.
"run!"
With a shout, Wei Ran and Habibullah jumped out of the bunker one after another, and while the Soviet soldiers on the opposite side were heading towards the suitcase wrapped in felt, they jumped to the other side of the mountain in a dangerous manner.
As the two screamed one after another, they rolled and rushed down the mountain in an extremely embarrassed manner.
Finally, the two of them arrived at the foot of the mountain almost at the same time as Hakim who ran down.
Wei Ran stood up with a grin on his face. Regardless of the scratches on his hands and face, as well as the severe pain in various parts of his body, Wei Ran raised his head and looked at Habibullah.
At this time, he was already lying at the bottom of the valley, with blood flowing from his messy hair on his temples.
"Habibullah?"
While Wei Ran called the other person's name, he hurriedly checked his wounds. At this time, there was a wound on his head that was five centimeters long, and almost the bones could be seen, and there was even a wound on his neck.
A bloody back molar.
"Are you guys okay?"
Hakim stumbled down and ran down. In his arms, he was still holding the machine gun without the mountain anti-aircraft tripod.
"Still alive"
Wei Ran said, "Where's the donkey?"
"Over there!"
Hakim pointed with difficulty in the distance.
"Bring the donkey over here! Hurry up!" Wei Ran shouted anxiously. They must hurry up. If the Soviet army rushes up the hill or a third helicopter flies in, none of them will survive!
"Put down the machine gun!" Wei Ran reminded.
After realizing it, Hakim put down the machine gun that he was holding with difficulty. Hakim stumbled all the way and ran into the distance. After Wei Ran used the cloth torn off from his body to help Habibullah temporarily wrap the wound on his head, he took the two donkeys.
He was brought over.
"Where do we go next?"
Wei Ran endured the pain all over his body, grinning and picked up Habibullah, and asked while putting him on the back of the donkey.
"Go find that helicopter."
Hakim forced himself to calm down and said while tying a heavy machine gun to the back of another donkey, "If anyone is alive, use them as hostages. If they are all dead, set a trap there."
"Are you crazy?" Wei Ran shouted subconsciously, "You..."
"I'm not crazy! I'm ready to die!" Hakim yelled back, "You can either run away now or come here and help!"
Gritting his teeth, Wei Ran limped over and helped the other party tie the heavy machine gun to the donkey's back.
"Can you still walk?" Hakim asked.
“Not a big problem”
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he saw that Hakeem had already pulled out the bullet chain from the iron bucket that he had dropped earlier, and wrapped it around the donkey where Habibullah was lying.
"We need to leave quickly"
Hakim said, already dragging two donkeys along the valley towards the crashed helicopter in the distance.
"Get the gun"
Wei Ran handed Habibullah the Bobosha that belonged to Habibullah and said, "I'll hold the donkey for you."
"We need to hurry up"
Hakeem took the gun and ran towards the helicopter wreckage in the distance.
"It's killing me"
Wei Ran rubbed his calf that had been hit by a rock when he had just escaped. After confirming that there was no fracture, he endured the excruciating pain and chased after the two donkeys.
Fortunately, they were not far from the wreckage of the helicopter, so they finally saw the helicopter from a distance before the Soviet soldiers behind them climbed up to their former position.
"Da da da!"
Hakim raised his submachine gun and fired a short burst of fire. Seeing that there was no response from the helicopter lying on its side, he immediately ran over.
"Come here! Everyone is dead!" Hakim shouted.
Upon hearing this, Wei Ran immediately led the donkey and walked over.
As they got closer, Weiyan immediately noticed something was wrong. The cockpit and gunner's cabin cover of the armed helicopter were both blown apart by rockets.
However, there was a bloody handprint on the cracked gunner's hatch opening handle, and in the cockpit, the seat belt of the pilot's body had been untied.
"Is this what you left behind?" Wei Ran pointed at the bloody handprint and asked Hakim.
"No, not me."
After Hakim finished speaking, he realized something was wrong and immediately started searching around. At the same time, Wei Yan had already climbed into the rear crew cabin with difficulty and took a look inside.
It was a mess inside. The two AK74s fixed on the hatch had their magazines removed and their receiver covers opened. The parts inside were scattered all over the floor. He was almost sure that there must be some parts missing.
Not only that, there was also a fresh bloody handprint on the edge of the cabin. Obviously, someone crawled out from here not long ago.
"I found it"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Hakim lowered his voice and said, "Someone ran along the valley."
"We can't move forward with this machine gun," Weiran reminded.
"But..."
Hakim gritted his teeth, pulled open the rope buckle, and let the heavy machine gun roll to the side. Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately pulled the bullet chain off the other donkey's body and piled it on the ground.
Without any hint from him, Hakim took out a lemon grenade produced by the Soviet Union from his pocket, pulled out the pull ring, pressed it under the machine gun, and then piled the bullet chain on top.
"You stay behind me and stay away."
Hakim said, raised the wave of sand again, and ran out chasing the blood scattered along the way.
After glancing in the direction behind him, Wei Ran mounted another donkey and followed behind, dragging the donkey carrying Habibullah.
After walking about four to five hundred meters in this way, Hakim suddenly stopped, raised his gun and shouted a warning in Russian such as "put down your weapons".
But soon, he ran over again.
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately urged the donkey under his butt to follow him.
Soon, he saw two people lying in the withered grass and shrubs, and a medical bag that he had not yet had time to pack.
At this time, the one with the cross armband on his arm was lying on his back. There was a large amount of vomit, a canvas bag and two medical satchels beside his mouth.
As for the other one, his leg seemed to be injured, but it had been sutured and bandaged.
However, there was also a pool of vomit next to the piece of gauze.
After just a brief thought, he already guessed what happened.
After the crash, the only two survivors came here all the way. One of them had an injured leg, and the other seemed to have a concussion due to the crash.
After hurriedly bandaging his companion's wounds, the concussed medic finally couldn't bear it anymore and fainted.
But even so, in his hand, he still held an APB silenced submachine pistol that Weifan was very familiar with loosely, and another Soviet soldier who had injured his leg and had also fainted, beside him was
Carrying an AK74 and two spare magazines.
"They're still alive," Hakim said after clearing the weapons.
"What are you going to do... fuck..."
As Wei Ran cursed, a rich white light appeared without warning, easily covering everything around him.
When the white light disappeared, he came to Edelweiss Clara's dream farm again. Once again he sat on the sofa beside the table.
Subconsciously he looked up and looked around. On the grass in the distance, Clara seemed to be jogging on the biting black horse. He could even vaguely hear her happy laughter.
Subconsciously, a smile appeared on his face, and then he rubbed his face vigorously and looked down at the metal book spread on the table.
At this time, the quill pen had already written lines of text:
act 2
Role identity:Military doctor Victor
Return mission: take at least two group photos, assist in the treatment of at least one Afghan man under the premise that killing is prohibited, complete a delivery, and ensure that the mother and child are safe.
Language mission: Survive to helicopter crash landing
Crash landing? Crash landing?!
"I'm going to fuck you two!"
As Wei Ran cursed, intense white light swept over him again, allowing him to see something that could be used this time.
He didn't know whether he should be lucky or not. There weren't many props available this time, including a wine bottle, a paratrooper's gravity knife, and a British army kettle. That was all. There were still no weapons.
When the white light suddenly disappeared, Wei Ran immediately noticed that he was in a small office. At this time, the rumbling noise of helicopter propellers could be heard outside the window from time to time.
He subconsciously looked around, and the first thing that caught his attention was a delicate and compact Gami 16mm micro camera placed on the table, as well as two large shoulder bag-style medical bags issued by the Soviet army during this period.
Subconsciously holding the crucial camera in his hand, Wei Ran looked around and saw that there was no one else in the room, so he immediately checked the miniature camera in his hand.
After confirming that there was film in the camera, he immediately put it into his pocket as quickly as possible, and then took a look at himself and the surrounding environment.
He was wearing a full set of Afghan cards, a faux velvet Shapka military cap on his head, and a pair of very contemporary double-buckle lace-up hiking boots made by Jack Slowdown on his feet.
While there was still time, he rummaged through this small office as quickly as possible.
In the three drawers of the desk, there are several spare 16mm films in sealed tubes, a bottle of vodka and several bottles of glucose for injection. There is also a 6B5 bulletproof vest hanging on the hanger next to the desk.
.
Although this body armor was extremely heavy, he put it on after thinking for less than a second.
After putting on his body armor, Wei Ran immediately unscrewed the bottle of vodka that belonged to someone he didn't know and filled up his personal flask. Then he opened two more bottles of glucose, filled up the British army's water bottle and took back the metal book.
It wasn't over yet. He first stuffed a few spare rolls of film into his pocket, and then put some in each of the two medical bags.
By the way, he also roughly checked the two medical kits.
Fortunately, it seems that the place has been adjusted according to actual needs. It does not contain useless three-proof medicine. Instead, it contains an extra set of surgical instruments.
Just at this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside. A soldier saluted hastily and said hurriedly, "Comrade Victor, there is an emergency rescue mission. The convoy transporting supplies was attacked and there were heavy casualties. We need to mobilize some troops here."
The military doctor went over to help."
"no problem"
Wei Ran immediately put the two medical bags on both sides of his body, and asked at the same time, "Am I the only one?"
"It's Comrade Kirill Polyakov's application. He is too busy to do it himself."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The soldier led Wei Ran out and said, "The new trauma doctor."
"How do we get there?" Wei Ran asked as he stood up.
"He has been following the helicopter to participate in the on-site rescue," explained the soldier running in front, "you just need to follow him."
The question and answer session was here, and the two of them ran out of the corridor of this suspected hospital one after another. Wei Ran also saw a Mi-24 armed helicopter in the distance preparing to take off.
At this time, there was a man wearing an Afghan uniform like him, but without a body armor, who seemed to be holding a camera and was looking for someone to take pictures for them.
"Colonel Victor!"
The four people who were about to take a group photo saluted Wei Ran. Obviously, he was probably the only one with the highest military rank at the scene.
"Are you planning to take a group photo?" Wei Ran asked after raising his hand in return.
"right"
A military doctor named Kirill was the first to explain, "They and I have been on several missions together, and we take a group photo before each departure."
"Let me take pictures for you"
Wei Ran said, "We'll talk about the rest after we fly."
"yes!"
Kirill immediately raised his chest and raised his head in a meticulous salute. At the same time, he also led the other three crew members, who were wearing flying objects and seemed to have a faint smell of alcohol on their bodies, to follow suit and raise their hands in salute.
"This is a battlefield. Even if it's to let me live a few more days, don't salute again."
Wei Ran said as he took the camera handed to him by the other party. Both expected and unexpectedly, the other party did not use the Kiev 30, which was relatively cheaper and easier to obtain, but the same camera he had just discovered in the office.
Model, gami16 mini camera produced by Italy.
"View through here and press here to shoot." If the archive records of later generations are accurate, Kirill, who was already 24 years old at this time, helped Wei Ran point to the shutter of the camera. He was also the youngest of the four missing people.
"Hurry up and stand up, and then I'm going to take pictures of you."
As he spoke, Wei Ran raised his camera, gathered the four people side by side, and pressed the shutter towards them.
Conveniently, he clicked the shutter button at the pilot and the gunner respectively. He then closed the camera's winding cover and returned it to Kirill. At the same time, he asked, "What are we waiting for now?"
"This helicopter just returned from its last mission half an hour ago. It has just been refueling and is now waiting for the plasma to be delivered. Please come up first. We will start the propeller soon."
The person who answered this question was the co-pilot or mechanic of the armed helicopter, and the target person that Weihan was looking for when entering this historical segment, Ruslan Petrov.
"In this case, let's go up first and then talk."
With that said, Wei Ran grabbed the other person's outstretched hand and entered the cabin, which was still filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant. There were bloodstains on the floor of the cabin that had not yet been cleaned up. On the other side of the cabin door that had not yet been opened,
, three AK74 assault rifles are also fixed.
Just as Ruslan dragged Kirill into the cabin, the helicopter also started to start up under the power of the ground power supply. At the same time, Weiyan was also looking at Kirill and Ruslan.
The former, 34 years old, was wearing a Soviet flight uniform and a khaki survival vest containing several 45-round magazines, a water bottle, grenades, a first-aid kit and other items.
Wei Ran especially noticed that there seemed to be a slender wine bottle stuffed in the pocket of his survival vest, which was used to hold the hand-held flame signal stick. This may also be the source of the alcohol smell permeating his body.
On his right thigh, a hard cowhide holster was fixed with a belt, which contained the silenced APB submachine pistol he saw in later generations.
Looking at Kirill, who has very few records in later archives, his appearance compared to his own only lacked a body armor and a medical bag slung on his left and right sides.
Just at this moment, several soldiers ran over, first handed Kirill two medical bags, and then handed over a canvas bag containing bags of plasma.
"Get ready! The journey begins!"
As Rust shouted, the helicopter door was closed, and Weiyan also put on the communication headset handed over by Kirill.
Almost at the same time, the Mi-24 also roughly took off into the air, joined another armed helicopter and left the base.
"Comrade Major, please let me introduce the situation first."
In the communication headset, mechanic Ruslan spoke, and after Weiran nodded, he continued, "Just now, our convoy was attacked by guerrillas. It is said that the casualties were very heavy. Kirill alone may not be enough.
So I can only thank you for traveling with us."
"It doesn't matter"
Wei Ran pressed the microphone next to his mouth and responded, "Then who will introduce you? I should know how to call you."
"Let me do it"
Kirill grabbed the topic, "From the front to the back, our gunner was Kanzat Pliyev. You can tell from his first and last name that he is from Chechnya."
"Grozny, Comrade Major." Kanzate said through the communication headset, "When we leave Afhan, you are always welcome to visit Grozny."
“I will definitely go if I have the chance.”
Wei Ran suppressed his tears and replied that he went to Grozny, but when he went there the people there were too hospitable.
"Then there is our pilot Ivan Rodkin, he is from Yipburg, and his son is 14 years old."
"Comrade Major, you are welcome to ride on the armed helicopter I pilot."
The 40-year-old pilot said, "I know, you must be wondering why there is Ivan here."
"I know at least five hundred Ivans and five hundred Sashas." Wei Ran also made a joke that was no longer a joke.
"Me too," the pilot said with a laugh, "my son is also named Ivan."
"Every time we get a new passenger on the plane he keeps saying the same old thing."
Mechanic Ruslan said, reaching out to Wei Ran and shaking his hand, "I am Ruslan Petrov, I am from Minsk."
"Victor, from Kazan." Wei Ran simply introduced himself.
"We know you"
Gunner Kanzate laughed and said, "Kirill often said that he had a senior veterinary surgeon who was very quick at first aid on the spot. He also said that only if he followed could he save more wounded this time."
"So that senior veterinary surgeon is me?" Wei Ran pointed at himself pretending to be confused, and at the same time he mentally greeted the missing metal book.
"My name is Kirill Polyakov"
Kirill shook hands with Wei Ran in the cabin and said, "I also graduated from the First Moscow State Hospital."
"Looks like we need a drink"
Wei Ran said as he took out most of the remaining bottle of vodka from the medical bag he brought.
"Kanzat! If you win the bet, the major will treat us to a drink." Ruslan said, holding the microphone next to his mouth.
"Welcome once again, Comrade Major!"
In the internal communication, Kanzate, who was at the front of the entire helicopter, said enthusiastically, "Of course, there's your vodka too."
"Can I drink from where you are now?"
Wei Ran asked. He knew clearly that the other person's life was coming to an end. Let him drink some vodka before the helicopter crashed. This was probably the only thing he could do.
"Our Comrade Globe testifies that I have not met such a reasonable doctor for a long time."
Pilot Ivan said, already reaching out and handing over two white plastic water bottles.
"Who is Comrade Globe?"
Wei Ran, who didn't react for a moment, asked as he unscrewed the wine bottle and poured wine into the first bottle Ruslan handed him.
"Of course it's Comrade Gorbachev who holds South America on his head."
Ruslan said, taking the plastic kettle from Wei Ran and handing the second one to him.
"It seems that my geography is not very good."
Wei Ran followed up with a joke, and filled the second kettle with about one-third of its contents amidst the laughter of the "carriage of people".
Then he poured some more into Ruslan and Kirill's kettles, leaving only a few sips left in the bottle.
"Comrades, let's lift the cup." Pilot Ivan said on the internal communication channel. "Of course, it can also be a kettle or a wine bottle."
After a new round of laughter, Ivan continued his toast, "For the first time, let us toast 200 to all the goods coming home from Afhan."
"Ula!"
In a much more serious tone, everyone took their first sip of wine.
"The second sip of wine, I wish we can all take a hot bath tonight." Gunner Kanzate said the toast of the second sip of wine - which means returning alive and uninjured.
"cheers!"
Everyone shouted in unison and took a second sip of wine.
"Third, I hope we can save all the injured brothers." Ruslan followed.
"cheers!"
“Fourth sip of wine”
Kirill smiled and said, "Here's to the comrade major who brought the vodka!"
"cheers!"
“Last bite”
Wei Ran shook the wine bottle with only one mouthful left, "I hope you can take me with you next time we take a group photo."
"Of course we are very happy"
Pilot Ivan smiled and said, "Major..."
"Victor"
Wei Ran reminded, "Even if it's a major, it sounds like American chicken nuggets."
"Okay, Victor."
Pilot Ivan said, "I just noticed that you took a photo of me and Kanzat with Kirill's camera."
"That's right"
Wei Ran said, "Actually, I also have a camera like that. Every time I wind it up, I can take three pictures in a row, so I'll take the pictures for you first."
As he said that, he took out the one he had received from his pocket, opened the cover that served as the clockwork pressure handle, and took a picture of Ruslan and Kirill, who looked surprised.
"Why do you have one like this?" Kirill asked the same question that Weiyan wanted to ask.
"This is a gift from a friend of mine," Wei Ran explained casually and then asked, "Where's yours?"
"My adoptive father gave it to me"
Kirill took out his own camera of the same type and said, "He once worked for Italy. This is a gift he brought to me. He hopes that I will take more photos of the battlefield for him to see."
"This is a very beautiful camera"
As Wei Ran spoke, he took out a spare 16mm film from his pocket and handed it to the other party, "I just couldn't help but take two more pictures with your camera. Let's take this film as compensation."
“You are so generous”
Kirill happily took the film, "I've been worrying about where to get new film lately."
"Gentlemen, I'm afraid we'll have to wait to talk about the camera later."
In the communication headset, the driver Ivan reminded, "We are about to enter the site. From now on, you need to fasten your seat belts and hold on to the handrails. The most thrilling part of our trip is about to begin."
After being reminded, Weiran and Kirill immediately sat on the chairs at the rear of the cabin and fastened their seat belts. Even the canvas bag containing many plasma bags was placed between him and Weiran.
position, and skillfully tied it up with a safety belt.
At the same time, Ruslan opened the window, threw the empty wine bottle out without any sense of morality, then closed the window, and concentrated on cooperating with the pilot and gunner in front to prepare for the approach.