Chapter 1699 The most merciful method, the most cruel method
"Steady the stretcher!"
Wei Ran yelled, and then, ignoring the stones that had not stopped falling, he quickly ran to the side of the donkey, picked up a medical bag, held it in his arms, and began to slide down the valley, almost like riding a slide.
Seeing that the distance was getting closer and closer, his speed was getting faster and faster. He hung the medical bag around his neck, took out the paratrooper gravity knife from the metal book and threw out the blade. Then he turned around and lay down on the steep hillside, holding it with both hands.
The handle of the knife presses the tip of the knife against the rock and acts as a deceleration device in conjunction with the feet.
It was only then that he noticed that Kirill and Hakim had also rushed down. He looked up at the stretcher. Fortunately, Habibullah and Multaza had already taken over the job of holding the stretcher.
"Slow down! Slow down quickly!"
Weiran and Kirill shouted the same reminder to each other almost at the same time. The latter pressed a stone as big as a volleyball against the mountain, and Hakim used it as a brake pad.
The one is the AK74 assault rifle he is holding.
No matter what method they used to slow down, when Wei Ran was only more than ten meters away from Ruslan, he finally stopped, and the other two people also stopped with difficulty. The three of them also heard Lu Silan's voice at the same time.
The sound of a baby crying came from the direction of Sri Lanka.
"Watch out for butterfly mines around you"
Wei Ran reminded the two men and at the same time put away the paratrooper knife he had been holding in his hand, and cautiously walked towards Ruslan who was lying at the bottom of the valley.
After walking the last ten meters, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh. At this time, Ruslan's legs and lower back were all opened with large and small wounds by butterfly mines. Even at this time, there were still wounds around his body.
There were a large number of butterfly mines scattered around, and he knew that Ruslan would not survive.
Putting the medical bag aside and taking out a scalpel, he carefully approached Ruslan and gently cut open the blanket tightly held in his arms, removing the two people who were almost unharmed.
The baby was taken out and handed to Kirill behind him, who in turn handed it to Hakim.
"I'll drag you out now"
Wei Ran threw away the scalpel and said, "Then I will help you..."
"Ahem..."
A little blood spilled from the corner of Ruslan's mouth. He ignored Wei Ran who injected him with mapine and with difficulty took out the wine bottle from his blood-stained trouser pocket.
The leather jacket of this hip flask has been blown apart by butterfly mines, and the iron sheet on the same side has also been blown apart.
Pulling open the tattered leather case, Ruslan used trembling hands full of blood to pull out a photo of him, his wife and daughter from the intact side of the wine bottle, and looked at Wei Ran and Kirill with pleading eyes.
"Tell Faina...I'm sorry..."
Ruslan waited for Kirill to take the photo, then tremblingly took off his watch and handed it over, "I...can't...attend...her birthday..."
"Click"
Just when Wei Ran was about to drag Ruslan out of the minefield, his hand fell weakly to the sandy ground.
"Ruslan? Ruslan?"
Kirill gently called Ruslan's name, and at the same time reached out and carefully tried it on his nostrils.
"Victor..."
Kirill calmed down and said, "Victor, stop, Ruslan... Comrade Ruslan Petrov... was killed in action..."
Hearing this, Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, but then he carefully pulled out the other party's body.
It was only then that he realized that not only Ruslan's legs and waist were injured by the butterfly mines, but his back was also blasted with a huge wound, and his spine could be seen.
"Are those two kids okay?"
Wei Ran asked without looking back while wrapping Ruslan's body in a blanket.
"It's... not bad"
Hakim replied, "No harm, no... no harm at all."
"He can't stay here"
As Kirill spoke, he had already moved closer to Wei Ran and helped wrap Ruslan's body in a blanket. "Hakim, for the sake of not injuring the two little guys, let us take him with him."
Can you take his body and find a place to bury him?"
"Take him with you..."
Hakim was silent for a moment and then said, "There is a cave over this mountain. Leave him there."
"Thanks..."
Kirill responded with a hoarse voice and then, together with Wei Ran, struggled to pull the blanket wrapping Ruslan's body and climbed up the mountain little by little. On this steep rock wall,
A zigzag bloodstain was left behind.
When they returned to the stretcher, Ayana finally breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her two children were not injured, but then she fainted.
In this rush, Wei Ran and Kirill got a rope and tied the blanket wrapped around Ruslan. Hakim also conveyed Kirill's request to Mahbub and got the other party's consent.
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When they were on the road again, Multaza was at the front and was responsible for holding the sheep. Hakim and Habibullah were responsible for carrying Ayana who was awake and the two children who were tightly held in her arms.
, Wei Ran and Kirill worked together to carry Ruslan's body.
The silent group spent more than half an hour climbing over the steep stone mountain, but what they saw was a large area of scorched earth that had been blasted by aerial bombs.
"There used to be a small pool there. We should be able to see the reflection of that pool when we stand here."
Habibullah raised his hand and pointed to a low mountain with a flattened top and said, "It's at the foot of that mountain."
Looking in the direction of the opponent's finger, there was no pool there, and even the small col at the foot of the mountain had been plowed by bombs.
"Let's go down"
Mahbubu sighed and urged the donkey to go first.
This side of the hill is not that steep, and because of the aerial bomb explosion just now, even if there were originally butterfly mines, they have been detonated. This may be the only good news.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before reaching the bottom of the mountain, Mahbubu stopped at the entrance of a hidden small cave.
This cave is really not that big, only two meters deep, and the diameter of the cave entrance is probably only one meter.
There is also an auxiliary fuel tank for a Su-25 fighter jet half-buried in the cave. The top of this auxiliary fuel tank has a section cut diagonally, and the cut part is like a plug, which is inserted into the auxiliary fuel tank in reverse, and is covered with iron wires from four surrounding areas.
The direction opening is fixed tightly.
Mahbub limped to the entrance of the cave and sat down. He reached out and unscrewed the wires, then pulled out the aluminum cone-shaped "plug" and took out a small bag of beans and a small bag of flour.
.Obviously, this is the storage point for their supplies midway.
"Just leave him here." Mahbub patted the half-buried auxiliary fuel tank, "Just put him in here."
"Thanks"
Kirill thanked him seriously, and he and Wei Ran worked together to lift Ruslan and stuff his body bit by bit into the auxiliary fuel tank.
Finally, placing the blown wine bottle on the chest of Ruslan's body, Kirill couldn't help but ask, "We still have a chance to send him away..."
"If the war is over, if we are all still alive, he will come home."
Habibullah said, but he emptied the magazine of the silent submachine pistol that belonged to Ruslan and put it into the auxiliary fuel tank. "This was originally his weapon. In any case, he saved my sister's life."
Child, so I returned the weapon to him, and from now on, he is no longer our prisoner."
"Thanks"
Kirill sighed in vain. After thinking for a moment, he took out the miniature camera from his arms and took a final photo of Ruslan lying in the auxiliary fuel tank. He also asked for permission from Mahbub and others.
Afterwards, I took photos of the surrounding terrain.
"Let's continue on our way while it's still dark."
As Mahbubu spoke, he handed the wires he was holding to Wei Ran and Kirill, and then got back on the donkey with the help of Habibullah.
Looking at each other, Weiyan and Kirill tied up the auxiliary fuel tank that was divided into two parts with wires, and buried it as much as possible with the sand and soil that could be seen everywhere.
Without further delay, the two took over the task of carrying Ayana and her two babies again, and Hakim also walked at the end of the team again.
Only this time, he did not pick up the AK74 assault rifle he was carrying. Although the team that was busy rushing to Kandahar remained silent, Wei Ran could sense it because of Ruslan's death.
No, it should be said that because Ruslan protected the two babies with his life, Mahbub and others' attitude towards them seemed to have quietly changed a little.
The most intuitive guess about this is that an hour later, Habibullah and Hakim took over the stretcher-carrying job from them.
"Aren't you worried that we will escape?" Kirill said, raising his camera to take a photo of the two people carrying Ayana.
"If you think you can run faster than a bullet, give it a try," Hakeem said nonchalantly.
"Do you mind if I go to the front of the line and take a picture of you?" Kirill asked.
"Be careful of landmines," Mahbub warned unexpectedly.
"Thank...uh, thank you."
Kirill reacted immediately and then quickly walked to the front of the team. Taking advantage of the moment he passed by the leader, he held up his small camera and took a picture of everyone including Wei Ran.
photo.
After standing there obediently until they reunited with Wei Ran, Kirill took another step in the tiny snowflakes.
"Aren't you going to run away?"
Ayana asked, lying on the stretcher, while letting Wei Ran take off her robe and cover her body and the two children she was holding.
"Where can we escape?" Kirill asked absently.
"Do you want to go to Kandahar?" Ayana asked almost certainly.
"That's right"
Kirill was not prepared to hide the matter, "I want to go to Kandahar."
"Even as a prisoner?" Habibullah asked.
"captive?"
Kirill smiled and reminded bluntly, "I don't want to escape because there are still patients here, but that doesn't mean I want to be a prisoner."
"Although your companions saved those two children, we still can't let you go."
Hakim was not only reminding Kirill and Wei Ran, but also seemed to be reminding Habibullah, "In order to capture you, my teacher Abdul has died, and my brothers, sisters, classmates and friends have also died.
Qiao Ya lost all her relatives, and we paid so much to shoot down your helicopter and capture you, so even if you save Ayana's children and Ayana, I can't let you go.
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"Keep on going"
Wei Ran urged, "Such a discussion has no meaning at all."
"That's right, let's continue on our way." Ayana ended the topic.
Taking advantage of the last moment before the sky darkened completely, Wei Ran and Kirill followed the guerrillas over two more stone mountains and passed through a long and narrow valley, finally braving the cold wind and a few snowflakes mixed in.
Found a hidden cave.
The cave is not big, but it is big enough for everyone and livestock to hide in.
Not only that, there was a fireplace built with stones at the end of the cave, and some firewood and coal were piled there. There were even several thick bundles of felt hung on a rope hanging from the top of the rock wall above.
After handing Weiran and Kirill over to Mahbub, who was guarding him with a gun, Habibullah and Hakim, with three helpers, took off the felt to block the entrance of the hole, and spread out two resting areas around the fireplace.
Everyone was either busy lighting the fire, milking the goats, or feeding the remaining three donkeys and goats some concentrate.
"Old guy, we want to help Ayana check the wound now." Kirill suggested, "You should all change the dressing."
"Then I'll trouble you," Mahbub said, putting the medical bag beside him forward, and then opened the safety of the AK74 in his hand.
Seeing this, neither Wei Ran nor Kirill said anything. One was still responsible for inspecting the wound and changing dressings, while the other was responsible for taking the temperature and giving injections.
By the time the two of them finished their work, the fire was lit in the stone fireplace, and the cave became a little brighter.
"Kill a sheep"
Mahbub suddenly said, "Hakim, come and kill a sheep. We have no meat. In any case, their companions saved Ayana's child. They should be thanked, otherwise Jane will not
Forgive us.”
"good"
Hakim responded simply, walked into the sheep herd and dragged a half-grown goat out of the cave.
"Let me change the dressing for your wound."
Wei Ran said and walked to Mahbubu's side, "Also, thank you for your warm hospitality."
"Thank you also to your companion Ruslan"
Mahbub said, passing the weapon in his hand to Habibullah behind him.
Amidst the sudden bleating of sheep outside the cave, Wei Ran helped Mahbub and his son Habibullah change the dressings for their wounds, and then helped each other with Kirill, healing some of the wounds on his body caused by stones.
The wound was treated.
By the time they finished their work, Joya and Soraya were already feeding the two babies with a syringe each, and Hakim also returned to the cave carrying a killed goat.
"Give them your front legs," said Mahbub.
Hakim was very happy. He skillfully cut off the goat's two front legs with a knife, wrapped them in sheepskin and handed them to Wei Ran and Kirill.
"We don't have much water, so let's roast the lamb tonight."
Although Mahbub said this, he still asked Habibullah to take out the water bag, poured a full pot of water and handed it to Wei Ran and Kirill.
In this regard, the only thing Wei Ran and Kirill could do was to accept Ruslan's gift in exchange for his life, guard the bonfire specially lit for them, and make roast leg of lamb by themselves.
"These are yours too"
Habibullah said, placing a small knife and a small dish of coarse salt, plus a bag of tea leaves and two cups of goat milk in front of Wei Ran and Wei Ran.
Before the two of them could say anything, the family had already started the morning ritual by their fireside. Only Ayana, who was lying on the stretcher and holding a bottle of Bobosha, was left to watch Wei Ran and Ji Li.
you.
“Concentrate on eating.”
As he spoke, Wei Ran had already taken out his paratrooper's knife. Although the tip of the knife was severely worn, it fortunately did not affect its use. At least it was enough for him to make a few cuts on the leg of lamb.
After looking at the knife in Wei Ran's hand, Kirill couldn't help but touch the scalpel that had been hidden in his cuff, then picked up the knife sent by Habibullah and made a few cuts on the leg of the lamb.
Putting the leg of lamb next to the bonfire, Wei Ran glanced at the family who were still performing the obeisance, took out a miniature camera and took a photo of Kirill opposite.
Seeing this, the latter also took out his camera and took a picture of Wei Ran.
The two looked at each other and smiled. Kirill took off the Wrigley watch that belonged to Ruslan from his wrist and handed it over.
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked as he took the watch.
"Put it on" Kirill said casually.
"Are you going to stay?" Wei Ran was keenly aware of something.
"I don't know what you're talking about"
Kirill said, and took out a photo of Ruslan's family and handed it over.
"Do you want to go to Kandahar as a prisoner?" Wei Ran asked firmly after taking the photo.
"I want to know if my father is still alive," Kirill said, looking at the bonfire blankly, "But you will leave, and I will find a way to let you leave alive. You have to return to Su..."
"You don't have anything to say about this matter."
Wei Ran said and returned the photo to the other party, "And I don't know Ruslan's family, so don't leave this kind of job to me."
Kirill opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything, he just put the photo away again.
As the bonfire licked the two legs of lamb, oil beads gradually emerged, the aroma was gradually roasted, and a layer of browned and reddish shell was gradually roasted.
He also set up the precious pot of fresh water by the bonfire and poured all the tea and goat's milk into it. Wei Ran also took off his boots and buried the wet foot wraps in the sand beside the bonfire.
In the crackling and slow-burning bonfire, the two legs of lamb were gradually roasted. Joya also sent a piece of freshly baked naan bread and said thank you in Persian.
Looking at Qiao Ya who hurried to the simple fireplace, Kirill shook his head slightly, broke the still hot naan bread into two halves and gave them to Wei Ran, and asked with sadness in his tone, "If we can
When I go back, how should I tell Ruslan's wife and children this bad news? His wife was originally because of..."
"I have no idea"
Wei Ran took the naan bread and took a bite, then used a paratrooper knife to tear off a strip of meat from the lamb leg, dipped it in some crushed salt powder, and put it into his mouth. While chewing, he said, "That is harder than escaping from here."
Things, I don’t know how to answer.”
"Have you ever done such a thing?" Kirill asked abruptly.
Hearing this, Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, took another bite of the naan pancake, tore off another strip of meat and put it into his mouth. He replied vaguely, "I've done it before, so I don't know what to do. There's no answer, no
The perfect solution.”
"I suddenly wondered if my father was dead, but his companions didn't send him home with the news."
Kirill also took a bite of naan bread, "Aren't you curious why I suddenly thought like this?"
"Not curious"
Wei Ran paused, "Do you want to inform Ruslan's family later?"
"yes"
Kirill nodded, "Notify later. For them, Ruslan is still alive. I think...at least let his daughter grow up. Although it is still difficult, she can at least pray that her father is still alive."
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"Just like you back then?" Wei Ran looked up at him.
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Kirill smiled and said, "Just like me back then, looking back now, if I had received the news that my father had been killed early, I might have joined a gang now."
"You may have married your adoptive father's daughter," Wei Ran reminded.
"Who knows?"
Kirill imitated Wei Ran and used a knife to tear off a piece of roasted and fragrant mutton, dipped it in a little salt powder and put it into his mouth. He took another bite of naan bread and said almost confidently, "But she
Wouldn't like a gangster."
"What's her name?" Wei Ran asked, trying to talk about something lighter.
"Yelena"
A trace of nostalgia that could not be hidden appeared on Kirill's face, "Yelena Gramovna, she is a petite and beautiful girl who likes riding motorcycles and hunting. Her marksmanship is very good."
"She actually wanted to see the photos you took in Afhan, right?" Wei Ran asked.
"Why bother telling it?"
Kirill paused and said, "The longing is too strong, and it will be turned into 200 goods and sent back."
Before Wei Ran could speak, Kirill looked at Mahbub and others in the distance, "We may not even have a chance to be turned into cargo 200 and sent back."
"So if you can go back alive"
Wei Ran dispelled the other party's pessimism with a hypothesis, "Then do you plan to inform Ruslan's family?"
"I have no idea"
Kirill paused, "But I will definitely hide it from his daughter and keep this secret until she becomes an adult."
"This is probably the kindest approach."
Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief and didn't ask any more questions. He just stirred the milk tea that was about to boil with his paratrooper knife, then tore off another piece of mutton and put it into his mouth.
"It is also the most cruel method"
Kirill sighed, "I want to go home, back to Moscow, to meet my Yelena and marry her."
"You will go back"
Wei Ran responded absently, but a deep sense of powerlessness arose in his heart.
He can't change history. Like Kirill on the other side of the campfire, he has no idea what will happen next or who will lose their life next and how.
He didn't even know which side he should be on - even though he knew clearly who was the aggressor.