After a good night's rest at Noah's house, Wei Ran put the P38 pistol in the tin box into his pocket early the next morning, left the rather luxurious villa alone, and took a taxi to go more than ten kilometers away.
In the city of Nuremberg, I found a large supermarket and started shopping.
The food box he received during the defense of Tengxian County was not very large, with only two levels of space in total, half of which was filled with bullets, leaving him with only one level of space.
After some weighing, Weihan purchased dozens of energy bars such as Snickers bars, two pairs of thick enough wool socks, a box of Vaseline, a small bag of salt and a roll of oven paper, and finally found a store that sold motorcycles.
I went to a car supplies store and bought some retro-flavored polarized windshields, and then I randomly found a hotel nearby and checked in.
After carefully checking the hotel room according to the method he learned at the Hongqi Forest Farm, Wei Ran summoned the food box from the metal book.
The bullets in the first layer of the food box naturally don't need to be moved, but the gap between the bullets and the lid can completely fit the two pairs of wool socks and the specially selected retro windproof goggles.
As for the empty second floor of the food box, under Wei Ran's busy work, it was soon filled with chocolate bars that had been torn off and wrapped in oven paper cut into small pieces.
Finally, sprinkle the small bag of salt into the gaps between the chocolate bars, and put the unpacked box of Vaseline into the space reserved in advance.
This was not over yet. After Wei Ran thought for a moment, he took off the watch from his wrist and stuffed it into the gap on the second floor of the food box.
He did this just to see if he could bring modern things to the past. If he could bring this quartz watch to the past, then maybe he could bring something more interesting next time.
When everything was ready, Wei Ran took out the P38 pistol and placed it on the bed. He took a deep breath and summoned the rusty metal book.
With a soft "click" sound, the quill embedded in the metal cover slowly floated in the air. When the page turned to the tenth blank page, the quill immediately drew on the page.
A p38 pistol.
Role identity: Civil Guard Scout Victor
Return mission: Assist anti-tank pilot Markla in chasing German armored vehicles and take 10 photos
On the side of Finland again?
Just by looking at the character's identity, Wei Ran could guess a rough idea, and then his field of vision was filled with intense white light. In less than a second, he felt the biting cold wind blowing in front of him, and there was a sound in his ears.
There was the faint sound of conversation.
When the white light faded, Wei Ran immediately observed his surroundings vigilantly, and then found himself sitting in an extraordinarily spacious sleigh.
There seemed to be something in the center of the sleigh, which was now covered tightly with a white rabbit skin blanket.
On the other side of the unknown object, there was actually a Soviet man sitting with a huge scar on his face from the corner of his mouth to the base of his ear, wearing round glasses and a camera hanging around his neck.
The reason why Wei Ran was able to determine the nationality of the other party in this way was because of the gilded "Pravda" on the plastic book he held tightly in his left hand, which seemed to have been burned by fire. There was no doubt that the other party was not only a Soviet, but most likely
He is also a reporter for Pravda.
In addition to the two of them, there was also a man sitting directly in front of the sleigh who was shouting at the reindeer. However, because he could only see his back, it was impossible to determine the identity of the other person for a while.
Behind Wei Ran, there was a man who had wrapped himself tightly in a bearskin blanket, with only half of his face exposed.
From time to time, the Soviet reporter, who looked to be in his early 20s, would ask questions in jerky Finnish, such as "What do you think of the Soviet Union, and what do you think of that fragile point of view?"
The middle-aged man with an indifferent expression behind him also patiently answered the other party's questions in an extremely perfunctory tone.
It was from the questions and answers between these two people that Wei Ran also roughly learned that the Soviet reporter was named Konon, and that the man who had been hiding in the bearskin blanket from beginning to end was on the return mission.
Mentioned anti-tank fighter Markla.
As for the person driving, Wei Ran also learned from their few words that it was Markla's son Karl, a young man who was just 19 years old.
Seeing that Soviet reporter Konon had finished the interview with Markla and was about to ask Wei Ran a question sitting side by side, Markla said at the right time, "Karl, find a place to camp nearby."
"Why?"
Before the young man in charge of driving responded, the reporter Konon asked vigilantly, "The track marks on the snow are very clear now. Maybe we will catch up soon. Do you want to let those Germans go?"
people?"
"are you an idiot?"
Karl, who had already ordered the two reindeer to stop by a pine tree, turned around and said mockingly, "In front of us is the glacial lake, an open area several kilometers long."
"So what?" Konon asked confused.
"What we are chasing is a half-track armored vehicle, a half-track armored vehicle belonging to a German anti-aircraft gun battalion."
As he spoke, Markla lifted up the rabbit skin blankets beside him and Wei Ran, revealing a particularly thick anti-tank gun. "Do you think we can safely pass through that area with this outdated weapon from before World War II?"
An open area?”
Reporter Konon, who looked to be no more than 30 years old, was not easily convinced, "Are we just going to wait like this?"
"Or you can drive a reindeer and chase it over to interview the Germans on the other side of the glacial lake about their views on the Soviets." Young Karl tied the reindeer to a tree and continued to mock mercilessly, "Maybe they also
I am willing to recite the interview answers you gave me."
"Karl!"
Markla glared at her son, and then explained in a calm tone, "Don't worry, Comrade Konon, those Germans can't escape, we have enough opportunities to deal with them."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Can you tell me more about your plan?" Konon asked hotly.
Markla motioned to Weiran to help unload tents and other things from the sleigh, and at the same time explained patiently and confidently, "There are only a few fastest routes from here to Norway. No matter which route they take, they will pass through the canyon on the way.
.We only need to find a suitable place in the canyon they choose and use anti-tank guns to create an avalanche to deal with them safely."
"I hope what you said is true"
After speaking, reporter Konon once again approached Wei Ran, who was eavesdropping on the conversation and helping to set up the tent, and asked in more proficient Russian, "Lieutenant Victor, can you tell me your views on this war?"
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"Brother Victor's hometown, Vipuri, has been robbed by the Soviet Union. How can he look at it? Are you going to see how you destroyed Vipuri?" The young and impulsive Karl continued to taunt him angrily.
"Karl! Shut your stinky mouth! If you still have energy, take an ax and chop some wood around!" Markla said in a stern tone.
Carl spat blatantly at his feet, took the ax from his father, and disappeared on his skis.
"Can our conversation continue?" Konon didn't care about Karl's attitude, but continued to look at Wei Ran with his notebook and pencil, obviously looking forward to the other party's answer.
Wei Ran, who had already seen the situation clearly, gently poked the shovel between him and Konon, and said in Russian with a smile, "Comrade Konon, the war will eventually end. I have no opinion on this war.
As long as the war can end as soon as possible and peace emerge as soon as possible, it will be fine."
"What about the Soviets? What do you think of the Soviets?" Konon continued to ask.
"My view on the Soviets is the same as my view on war. As long as there is no war, nothing else matters."
Wei Ran spread his hands, "But the most important thing now is to put up the tent as soon as possible. If you have nothing to do, why not take your gun and binoculars to the lake and help us guard?"
"Are you trying to push me away?" Konon asked warily.
"You are overthinking." Wei Ran grabbed the shovel that was stuck between the two of them and forced it into the other's hand. "Or you can come and help set up the tent, and I can keep watch."
After saying that, Wei Ran didn't give the other party a chance to react. He picked up a Mosin-Nagant from the sleigh, stepped on his skis and rushed to the edge of the lake not far ahead.
Konon, who stayed where he was, took the shovel and looked at Markla, who was working on the side. The latter immediately put away his hidden smile, resumed his poker face, and handed over the hardest work to Konon in a calm tone.
Farmer, "It would be great if you are willing to help set up the tent. If you can, help dig a snow pit under the tree big enough for the four of us to lie down!"
Reporter Konon reluctantly put away the notebook and pencil in his hand, jumped into the snow pit under the tree with a shovel and started swinging it hard. Markla returned to the sleigh and unhurriedly organized the things he had just moved out.
s things.
At the edge of the lake, Wei Ran found a pine tree thick enough to block his body, and then took out the food box in the metal book.
However, what disappointed him was that there were only ten bullets in the first layer of the food box. However, the two pairs of extra thick wool socks and the retro polarized goggles he had put in in advance were still there.
On the second floor, there were quite a few Snickers bars wrapped in oven paper, salt in the gaps, and a box of Vaseline with the packaging torn off, but the watch that was specially put in there was nowhere to be found.
Not to mention disappointed, Wei Ran took off his thick gloves, first put the ten rounds of bullets on the first floor of the food box into his pocket, then took out the Vaseline, picked out a little bit with his fingers, and carefully applied it on his face and lips.
.Finally, I put the retro leather goggles around my neck and wrapped it in a scarf, and then put the food box back into the metal book.
After looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Wei Ran took out the SVT40 semi-automatic rifle that had run out of bullets in Teng County.
Perhaps because of the times, the scope on this gun has not disappeared this time. This is barely good news that is better than nothing.
After flipping through the ammunition bag on his waist, he filled the three magazines and the chamber of the semi-automatic rifle with bullets, and put them back into the metal book. Wei Ran finally took out the titanium alloy pistol and put the food in it.
The only ten bullets on the first floor of the box were all pressed into the magazine.
Pulling the slide and loading the bullet, Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief. He had expected that the food box did not bring back the watch that did not belong to this era. Those Snickers bars and the like were unpacked.
Being able to bring something back is an unexpected surprise.
But in addition, the first layer of the food box was originally full of bullets, but in the end only 10 rounds were given to him. This is undoubtedly a huge regret.
After going through the supplies and equipment on his body again, Wei Ran put his pistol back into the metal book, picked up the Mosin-Nagant rifle that he had put aside again, and continued to stare at the frozen lake with traces of track crushing outside the coniferous forest, until he was no longer behind him.
In the distance, Konon, the reporter who seemed not to be liked, helped Markla set up the tent, and then he slowly walked back on his skis.
