In the unabated snowstorm, the hunter's cabin ushered in its third short day. After Dr. Jason completed routine examinations for the four wounded, and Wei Ran changed their dressings, the patient with an amputation of his left leg
The German soldier actually took out a deck of playing cards.
This was like a shot in the arm to the people who had nothing to do. There was no need to suggest it. Everyone unanimously took out some bullets from their bags and used them as chips to kill time.
After seeing the bullets neatly arranged on the table by those bad gamblers, Wei Ran also instantly thought of his empty food box and his pistol with only 10 bullets.
"Gentlemen, who can give me some bullets?" Wei Ran took out a Snickers bar, "I'll trade this with him."
"What is that?" Dr. Jason asked curiously.
"A kind of chocolate, very sweet chocolate." Karl took the initiative to explain and swallowed subconsciously.
"What bullet do you want to change?" Mark Laquan asked casually, thinking that Wei Ran was trying to comfort the wounded.
Wei Ran generously gave a piece to each person and said at the same time, "9mm Luger pistol bullets, rifle bullets used by the Mosin-Nagant, and of course, Mauser rifle bullets can also be exchanged."
"This stuff tastes good, how much do you want to change?"
Dr. Jason only took a small bite, then decisively wrapped up the rest and stuffed it into his pocket. His thoughts were similar to Markla's. He also thought that what Weiran was doing now was the same as the dinner last night, just for the sake of it.
Let everyone's relationship be more harmonious and the atmosphere better.
"Whatever you want, as much as you want." Wei Ranhun said nonchalantly. It was just a few Snickers bars. He still had dozens more in his bag. Even if one bar was exchanged for a bullet, he wouldn't lose.
"I have 9 mm pistol ammunition, but I rarely use it. You can take these!" Dr. Jason generously took out two small ones from his hard cowhide medicine box containing barber tools.
The cardboard box was thrown to Weiran.
"so much?"
Wei Ran hurriedly took the two cartons. There were 16 rounds of bullets in one carton, and two boxes equaled 32 rounds. Just enough to fill an MP40 submachine gun magazine, or four Ruger P08 or P38 magazines.
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For him, just a small Snickers bar could be exchanged for 32 bullets, which was far beyond his expectation.
"I also have a lot of 9mm bullets." Flory took out four cardboard boxes from his pocket and pushed them to Wei Ran without thinking.
"I have it too"
Before Wei Ran could say thank you, the two wounded men with their faces wrapped in gauze and the wounded man with an amputation each took out three or four cardboard boxes and pushed them to Wei Ran. Some of these cardboard boxes were just
There are traces of wear and tear, and some have dark red blood stains remaining on them.
While Wei Ran was hurriedly thanking Wei Ran, Carl, who was holding half a Snickers bar in his mouth, simply took out all the rifle bullets in the ammunition bag and pushed them to Wei Ran, then licked his face and stretched out his hand to please.
He said, "Brother Victor, I'll give you these bullets, can you give me another piece? I want to give Shatu a piece to try."
"Give me another piece," Markla pointed out the window, "I'll trade the big bullets from that anti-tank weapon with you. My wife will definitely want to try this dessert. If you are willing to give me extra,
Together, I can even give you the anti-tank weapon."
"I don't have bullets"
Konon touched his pocket with an embarrassed look, then sat down on the edge of the table, slapped the unopened Snickers bar on the table, and asked confidently in Finnish, "Who's with me?"
Want to make a bet? Use bullets to settle. If I lose, I will settle with this piece of chocolate."
Suddenly, these idle foodies turned their interest to the gambling table. Even if Wei Ran took the initiative to distribute the dozens of Snickers bars left in his bag to them, these bad gamblers would not do anything.
Stop, just change the chips from bullets to Snickers bars that are more precious to them.
In desperation, Wei Ran could only take advantage of the time when they were queuing up to play cards, and put all the bullets beside the table into his bag, then hid in the toilet again, put them all on the first floor of the food box, and also wore them.
The gun's magazine is full of bullets.
When he replaced these bullets, in addition to preparing for the story behind the two big lifting rods at home, he also wanted to try to see if he could bring these bullets back to his time and space. Although the space of the food box with only two layers was not large,
But if possible, it will undoubtedly increase some chances of survival in the future.
"I should have tried to see if I could bring in spare magazines."
Wei Ran, who had already put away the food box, looked at the pistol magazine full of bullets, and muttered to himself after realizing that the pistol presented by Mr. Alexander came with two spare bullets in the box.
If you can bring them over, it will undoubtedly be a lot easier.
Keeping this in mind, when Wei Ran walked out of the leaky toilet and returned to the warm fireplace, all the dozens of Snickers bars were piled next to Karl!
In addition to his sharp tongue, this guy is so slick at playing cards? How long has this been? Half an hour? Wei Ran's eyes widened and he stood far away watching the excitement.
Less than five minutes later, as the poker game ended, the last chip in everyone's hands, including Carl's biological father, Markla, became the raw material for the Snickers pyramid that Carl built.
Seeing that everyone had lost their gambling capital, Karl, under the angry gazes of everyone, arrogantly arranged the winning chips one by one and divided them into seven parts, and gave the extra two chips to Konon and Jia respectively.
Dr. Sen finally put his own portion into the bag and said generously, "Let's take one for each person. Forget it, Brother Victor. Since he can take out so much, he will definitely survive, so we divide it."
That’s it.”
Karl's decision not only made most of the people in the wooden house cheer, but also Wei Ran, who was watching the excitement on the side, received a series of thanks.
"Victor, help us ask who Carl learned his card skills from?" Flory asked impatiently after putting away his chocolate.
"Brother Victor, tell them, of course I learned this myself."
While Karl was speaking, he casually picked up the playing cards scattered on the table, shuffled them in a fancy way and put them aside. When he looked at the first card, it happened to be an ace of spades.
This inadvertent hand not only calmed the wounded Germans, but even Dr. Jason and Konon couldn't help turning their eyes to watch his performance curiously.
Seeing that everyone had something to do, Wei Ran walked to the corner without leaving a trace and sat down, secretly feeling worried about the harmonious scene in front of him and the short-lived friendship among everyone.
