Since returning to the studio in Volgograd, Wei Ran took a short rest for a day and devoted all his energy to finding clues about the broken oil barrel.
Trying to decipher the irregular combinations of letters and numbers on the oil drums is nothing more than a daydream. Otherwise, the archaeologist named Herbert would not have found his head.
However, based on the unit badge on the oil barrel, he could carefully study the combat experience of the 15th Armored Division of the German Wehrmacht in World War II to prepare a background before entering the battlefield related to the oil barrel.
Compared with the Eastern Front battlefield, the North African battlefield is almost like a stepmother. And this evaluation can be said to be appropriate whether it is placed in Germany during World War II or in the history class taught by Professor Alexey himself.
In short, Weiran didn't know much about the North African battlefield. Even Professor Alexey could only tell the timing of some key battles and their impact on the entire war situation at that time.
Fortunately, the historical records about this armored division are relatively detailed. To put it simply, after the 15th Division was sent to North Africa, it participated in almost all battles.
From the Battle of Tobruk and Gubi Wells in 1941, to the Battle of Gazala and even the Second Battle of El Alamein in 1942, and after retreating to Tunisia, this weapon can almost be found in the Battle of Kasserine Pass in 1943.
Shadow of the troops.
It took three days to sort out all the battles, large and small, that the 15th National Defense Armored Division participated in, and memorize the key nodes and final results of each battle. Weiran finally entered the battlefield.
All preliminary preparation work.
Carrying the broken oil drum, Wei Ran went into the bedroom, closed the door, took a few deep breaths, and then decisively took out the metal book.
Amidst the sound of turning pages, the metal book stopped at the blank page 13. The metal pen began to work as usual, drawing a huge wellhead on the light yellow paper, and a rope from the bottom of the well.
The oil drum pulled up.
Character identity: Victor, a soldier of the 132nd Transportation Company
Return mission: Escape from pursuit by a British reconnaissance vehicle, assist Italian tank driver Carlo Parolo in finding water, take the lead in organizing a birthday party and take at least one group photo.
Language Mission: Rescue Italian Tank Crew
Italy? Why did you end up in Italy?
Amid Wei Ran's uncertain guesses, a strong white light filled his field of vision, and his body felt waves of jolts. Gradually, the roar of the engine could be heard in his ears.
When his vision returned to normal, he saw clearly that he was sitting on a three-wheeled motorcycle filled with 20-liter standard oil drums. But the most terrible thing was that less than 10 meters away in front of him,
It was a stone mountain about one story high and stretching for twenty or thirty meters, and his hand was tightly tightening the accelerator of this three-wheeled motorcycle!
He hurriedly released the accelerator and stepped on the brake at the same time. The somewhat overloaded tricycle slid forward for a meter or two before finally stopping with difficulty.
"This bastard book always troubles me every time!"
Looking at the large stone that was almost as tall as one person, which was almost next to the front of the car, Wei Ran cursed secretly, got off the three-wheeled motorcycle, and carefully looked at the surrounding situation.
As far as the eye could see, there were patches of desert, sporadic rocky mountains, and large and small sand dunes. Only a small half of the sunset behind him was left, and the other half was completely blocked by the raised terrain in the distance.
Looking at the three-wheeled motorcycle that almost brought him into the mountain just now, Wei Ran couldn't help but smile. This tricycle was not a three-wheeled sidecar that was common on the Eastern Front battlefield.
There is not much difference between gasoline tricycles that carry people and cargo.
In addition to oil drums, the cargo compartment of this tricycle contained several wooden ammunition boxes and a large box of tin cans.
Finally, looking at his attire, he had a submachine gun on his shoulder, a leather bullet bag and two big red grenades hanging diagonally on his chest.
What he wears on his head is a standard German M35 steel helmet. On the side of the helmet, there is a conspicuous red shield-shaped badge. In the middle of the badge is a white sword, with several white pieces on the tip of the sword.
There are also the words "132" on the leaves of the tree and under the hilt.
Just from the badge on the helmet, he knew that the one he joined this time was really the Italian camp in the North African battlefield, and it was also the 132nd Aries Armored Division that had rarely won a battle in the Italian camp!
Isn't this the Second Battle of El Alamein?
Wei Ran couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the helmet he had taken off. When he inquired about the German 15th Armored Division's war experience, he paid special attention to the Italian troops that defeated the British. He remembered clearly that the Italians
The Aries Armored Division was destroyed in the Second Battle of Alamein!
Just as he put on his helmet again, there was a sudden explosion from the other side of the pile of rocks that could barely be called a mountain. Wei Ran squatted down subconsciously, and then quickly stood up, holding a submachine gun.
Rushed to the top of the mountain.
He carefully emerged from hiding behind a stone, and then he saw that at the other end of the stone mountain, there was a wheeled armored vehicle that was still being bombed, and on both sides of it, there were a small
Poor little Italian L3 tank.
However, the condition of the two tanks was not very good. One of them was lying on its side on the ground, and a tanker was dragging his comrade from the inside out.
The other tank was already emitting thick smoke. On the top of the fighting room, there was still a tank soldier who kept screaming. He raised his head and looked into the distance. On the far horizon at the end of his sight, there were two vehicles with him.
Driving toward the firefight scene down the mountain with billowing smoke and dust.
Without any time to think, Wei Ran turned around and ran down the stone mountain. He drove his three-wheeled motorcycle around the stone mountain and stopped next to the tank that was smoking.
In such a short time, faint flames could be seen inside the tank under the tank soldier lying at the hatch. Under the high temperature, his wailing became even more miserable.
Dragging the opponent's shoulders to lift him out of the tank, Wei Yan used sand to extinguish the flames on the opponent's legs before he noticed that one of his arms had been dislocated, and the other arm was misplaced from the biceps. It was obvious that
A fracture occurred.
Ignoring what the other party said, Wei Ran first restored the dislocated arm to its original shape amidst the other party's screams, then pointed at the three-wheeled motorcycle next to him, while he himself ran towards another tank lying on its side.
, helped the tank operator, who was looking at the big bag on his forehead, to pull out the other unconscious soldier.
Almost at the moment when the two of them lifted the unconscious tank driver onto the three-wheeled motorcycle, the familiar feeling of brain failure came over again. Wei Ran felt his vision go dark, and then he sat down on the ground.
"Are you okay?" the tanker with the bulging forehead asked with concern.
"No...it's okay"
Wei Ran, who finally understood what the other party was saying, waved his hand, stood up unsteadily with the help of the other party, pointed at the steaming smoke not far away, and urged in the Italian he had just learned, "Quick, get in the car.
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Hearing this, the tank driver quickly climbed onto the cargo compartment, holding a wounded man with one hand to prevent them from falling. At the same time, Wei Ran also turned the accelerator and increased the speed of the three-wheeled motorcycle to the highest speed as quickly as possible.
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As the soldier with a broken arm wailed increasingly feebly, Wei Ran drove the severely overloaded three-wheeled motorcycle around the stone mountain, temporarily blocking the sight of the pursuing soldiers. Then he specifically picked out the areas with sand dunes or low mountains.
Run in covered areas.
"The one with the bump on his head, what's your name?" Wei Ran asked in a loud voice.
"Panetong, what about you?"
"Victor"
Wei Ran took off his submachine gun and threw it to the opponent, "Check to see if the bullets in the ammunition box are used. If not, throw them away. By the way, keep the ammunition box and throw half of the oil drum out!"
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"Okay!" Panetong took the submachine gun and put it on his shoulder. He looked at the mark on the ammunition box, then pulled out a dagger from his waist, pried open the lid of the box, and poured out the bullets inside.
After emptying the few ammunition boxes in the cargo compartment, Panetong picked up oil drums one after another, opened the lids and threw them outside.
As the weight was gradually reduced, the speed of the three-wheeled motorcycle was also significantly increased. When the sun was completely blocked by the horizon, Wei Ran, who did not dare to turn on the light, crossed several sand dunes and a stone mountain in succession before stepping on it.
brake.
It was only then that he noticed that the previously unconscious tank crew had woken up, but the one with a broken arm had fallen into a coma.
"What's his name?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the tanker with a broken arm.
"Pierre", the one who was unconscious before, stretched out his hand towards Wei Ran, "I am Carlo, we are both scouts of the 32nd Tank Regiment. Thank you for saving us before."
Are you Carlo?
Wei Ran glanced at the distinctive upturned beard above the other person's lips, stretched out his hand to shake his hand, "I'm from the 132nd Transportation Company."
After the two got to know each other, Panetong said worriedly, "Pierre's arm is broken. He needs surgery as soon as possible."
"Let me try," Wei Ran pointed at the unconscious Pierre and said, "You two hold him down."
"You want to perform surgery here?" Carlo asked in surprise, "I haven't heard that anyone in the transport company can perform surgery."
"I don't know if there are any hospitals or professional doctors nearby," Wei Ran said extremely bachelorly.
Carlo and Panetong looked at each other, and after a moment of hesitation, they followed Wei Ran's request and hugged Pierre's armpits, while the other held down his burned legs.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran touched the other person's broken part through the skin, then grabbed the broken arm and pulled it out hard while the two people looked at each other in horror. At the same time, he pushed hard on the broken place with his other hand.
Under the stimulation of severe pain, Pierre, who was originally unconscious, woke up instantly, but before he could scream, his mouth was covered by Carlo who was hugging him.
Wei Ran touched the fractured area and saw that there was still some dislocation. He immediately repeated the action without saying hello. Amid Pierre's screams and struggles, he aligned the broken bone stubble.
"Panetong, open the ammunition box and hand me the wooden board." Wei Ran said while holding the fractured position.
Upon hearing this, Panetong quickly took down the wooden box from the cargo compartment and smashed it with the butt of his gun to remove four three-finger-wide wooden boards.
"Bu Tie" Wei Ran continued to make requests. These should have been prepared before bone setting, but this was his first time after all. Although he was taught bone setting techniques by his notebook, he did not have much experience in these "peripheral services".
Panetong quickly took off the shirt and tore it into long strips and handed it to Wei Ran. The latter took it, wrapped the board, fixed Pierre's arm, and then helped him hang his hand around his neck.
