Wei Ran, who had just hung up the phone, accidentally glanced at the leather notebook on the table, and then his eyes widened. Even the phone slipped from his hand and hit him directly on his big toe.
"Fuck, fuck! Hiss—"
Wei Ran grinned and sat on the floor, squeezing his big feet, which were only wearing sandals. After he recovered, he didn't even care about his mobile phone that had slipped to the floor of the table. He jumped to the edge of the desk and looked at it with his mouth open.
holding a leather notebook on the table.
Compared with before, this tattered cowhide notebook seems to be eighty years younger. Not only have the mildew spots all over the body disappeared, but even the dark brown cowhide cover is smooth and smooth, and even four large
The copper corners were all shiny and shiny, as if they had just been installed.
But these were not enough to make him drop the mobile phone he bought last month, but the silver-white feather-shaped bookmark that floated straight up and down directly above the notebook and slowly rotated!
"Isn't this some black Soviet technology?"
Wei Ran gingerly stretched out his finger and waved it between the bookmark and the brand-new cowhide notebook. There was no obstacle, and even the suspended bookmark was stable without even shaking! Try the bookmark again.
Above, there are also no thin lines or anything like that.
"This is unscientific!" Wei Ran yelled nonsense, hesitated for a moment and then stretched out his index finger to lightly touch the strange bookmark.
"Clang!"
The metal bookmark hit the glass table and made a crisp impact sound, which even made Wei Ran's heart twitch.
He calmed down and gently opened the notebook. What made him break out in cold sweat was that the photo on the first page of the notebook not only changed to color, but even the people in the photo turned into their own ID photos.
Directly below, "War Photographer Wei Ran" was written in Chinese characters with flying dragons and phoenixes. After this page, the photos that originally existed were gone, and the words on them were also gone!
"Hit a ghost?"
Wei Ran looked behind him in fear. The rolling shutter door of the studio was locked. Looking at the top of his head, the pale fluorescent tubes did not flicker at all like in horror movies.
Looking down at the cowhide notebook on the desk again, Wei Ran was stunned. Where was the notebook? He looked around, and even the feather-shaped metal bookmark was gone!
The hot and humid evening breeze blowing from the Volga River entered the studio through the window, but he couldn't help but shiver. This ghost place is less than one kilometer away from the top of the Mamayev Hills in a straight line, and during World War II,
This place is a veritable millstone of flesh and blood! How many people must have died with this special code?!
He swallowed with a "gudu" sound, and was about to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but an unintentional glance made his heart tremble again.
I don’t know when, but there was a tattoo of an unfolded notebook on the chin of his left hand! This tattoo, which is only the size of a matchbox, also has a quill pattern that seems to be writing something!
Wei Ran sat down on the chair with dull eyes, his expression filled with deep fear.
What's going on with this tattoo?
Where is the notebook?
Almost at the moment when he had this idea, his empty left hand suddenly sank, and the cowhide notebook appeared out of thin air again!
Wei Ran was frightened again and shivered, as if holding a piece of hot red coal, he threw the notebook out! At the same time, he leaned back and hit the floor with the chair.
With a soft "clatter" sound, the notebook that fell on the table turned to the third page as if there was no one around. The feather-shaped metal bookmark was once again suspended on the page and began to move rapidly, making a "swishing" sound.
.
Struggling to get up, Wei Ran approached carefully, only to see that the feather-shaped bookmark quickly drew a T-34/76 tank on the light yellow paper!
"Clang!"
The thing that was better called a metal quill than a bookmark fell on the glass table again, making a crisp sound again. Looking at the paper at this time, directly under the tank that was drawn with extra precision, there was also a
The neat Chinese characters read:
Role identity: Pravda war correspondent Victor
Conditions for return: Assist Lieutenant Lev in completing the mission and take 6 photos.
"War correspondent? Lieutenant Lev?"
Wei Ran had just finished reading those few small words when his eyes were shrouded in intense white light, and at the same time, rumbling gunshots and shouts of death could be heard in his ears.
He blinked subconsciously, but his restored sight made him sluggish. The plane with thick smoke flying across the sky above his head and the ashes slowly falling like snowflakes, the endless ruins around him, the street corner not far away, and even
There's also a tank smoking!
However, what is more visible in the field of vision are corpses and trenches everywhere! Some of these corpses are wearing Soviet military uniforms from World War II, and some are wearing German military uniforms from World War II, but most of them are civilians who do not wear uniforms at all! Men
, women, the elderly and even children!
Just as he was looking around in horror, a cannonball that flew from nowhere hit the ruins in the distance. The huge shock wave carried the bricks and soil and even parts of the body of someone who didn't know who it was flew up.
Half empty!
Wei Ran shivered in fright and rolled into the trench next to him like a donkey. But before he could get up, a young soldier wearing a World War II Soviet military uniform pressed a submachine gun against his chest.
"Which army are you from?" The soldier saw Wei Ran's frightened face, and the disdain on his expression became more and more obvious.
"Me? I...what's going on? Ah yes!"
Wei Ran forced himself to calm down and stammered, "Reporter, reporter from Pravda!"
"Reporter?" The man's attitude was relatively good, "Where is your press card?"
"Journalist ID?"
Wei Ran looked down and saw that a second ago he was wearing sandals, beach shorts and a T-shirt. Now he was wearing a dirty Soviet military uniform, and even had an old Rolleiflex camera hanging around his neck.
camera.
After hurriedly touching his body, he finally pulled out a tattered ID from his jacket pocket. However, before he could even take a look at it, he was snatched away by the Soviet soldiers beside him.
"Is this really a reporter?"
The soldier returned the ID to Wei Ran. After hesitating for a moment, he pushed aside the muzzle of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, then stretched out his hand and said, "Lev, I am Lieutenant Lev of the 644th Independent Tank Battalion. You
Called Victor?"
Are you Lieutenant Lev? Wei Ran was stunned and quickly replied, "Yes, Victor! My name is Victor!"
"What an inspiring name!"
A happy smile appeared on Lev's face. The name Victor also means victory in Russian. This does have an inspiring effect for the soldiers struggling on the front line.
"Why are you here?" Lev asked, leaning against the trench.
"They got separated." Wei Ran, who entered the scene very quickly, pointed behind him, "I was there when I woke up. I don't know where the others went."
"There is no need to look for them. In the hell of Stalingrad, no one can see the sun the next day."
Where?! Stalingrad?! Wei Ran looked around nervously, and then with a defeated expression he retreated into the trench filled with rotting corpses.
Lieutenant Lev bent down and picked up an MP40 submachine gun from the body of a German soldier. "Take it, it's better than the camera in your hand. I hope you can survive until these bullets are used up."
"..."
Wei Ran opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he tremblingly took the submachine gun and put a bullet in it. After all, he had stayed in Russia for so many years, and he would go to the gun shop or hunt with the professor every now and then. How about his shooting skills?
Say, but definitely know how to use it.
"Does this trench belong to you?" Wei Ran, who had calmed down, asked without saying anything. In fact, he just wanted to ask Lieutenant Lev what his mission was in a subtle way.
Unexpectedly, Lieutenant Lev shook his head, took out a pack of cigarettes from the coat pocket of a corpse next to him, lit it on the flames at the edge of the trench, took two silent puffs, and pointed to the still smoking fire not far away.
Tank said, "We were just passing through."
"Then where are you going next?"
Wei Ran hesitated to speak. If Lieutenant Lev gave up the mission, would he be able to go back? This was the Battle of Stalingrad that could be called a meat grinder, and he didn't want to take risks in such a ghost place!
Lieutenant Lev flicked the cigarette butt away and said decisively, "Of course I will continue to complete my mission."
Finished!
Wei Ran swallowed hard, "Can...can you tell me what the mission is? Maybe I can help you."
Lieutenant Lev glanced at the guard, straightened up slightly, pointed to the top of his head and said, "The Germans set up a howitzer position two streets away. The shells flying above our heads came from there. If they are not eliminated,
It will be difficult for other troops to recapture Mamayev Heights."
"Capture Mamayev Heights?" Wei Ran was stunned at first, then quickly asked, "What day is today?"
"On the 28th, September 28th, what happened?" Lieutenant Lev asked in confusion.
