After taking the second photo, Wei Ran looked around, then stepped into the birch forest shrouded in thick fog.
Until the tent behind him was completely shrouded in fog, until no other figures could be seen and no sounds could be heard around him, a Mauser bayonet immediately appeared in his hand.
Withdrawing the bayonet, Wei Ran continued to try to get things one by one. To his surprise, this time the metal book did not put any restrictions on himself! Not only could he take out the anti-tank gun that he had longed for this time, but even
The half-track motorcycle I got last time and even the Heinze gasoline stove that was supposed to be produced in the 1980s can be taken out!
In addition, the chocolates and condiments he put in the food box were not skimped on at all this time!
He took a sip of the vodka he had packed in with his flask, and then opened the oil barrel filled with vodka and smelled it. After confirming that it was still vodka, the smile on his face grew bigger and bigger.
But then, the smile was replaced by worry. Based on his understanding of metal books, he was so generous in giving everything to himself this time. Does this mean that even with the help of so many things, nothing can be changed at all?
?
After thinking about it, Wei Ran finally decided to wait and see what happens. But before going back, he could bring some small gifts to the wounded in the tent. Thinking of this, he took off the kettle from his waist and poured out the water.
Filled it with vodka.
The oil drum has a full capacity of 20 liters. If he relied on himself, he would probably have to drink it for several days even if he drank it as water. As for whether the wounded could drink alcohol, he believed that Nurse Lano would definitely know.
How to do.
Putting away the oil drums under his feet, Wei Ran walked back with one foot deep and one shallow. At the same time, he began to think about the second key question, what time is it now, and which battlefield is here.
Just from the surrounding thick fog and the yellow leaves that have begun to fall, I know that it should be autumn now. Plus the SVT40 semi-automatic rifle that I sent here, I can basically confirm that it is after 1940.
But this little information was far from enough for him. However, the plastic notebook in his bag was completely blank. Not to mention his name, not even a letter was written on it. It was just like when he was a child before the summer vacation ended.
Workbook for two days.
With deep thoughts, Wei Ran returned to the field hospital filled with tents. After searching for a while, he stopped Nurse Lano with a small basket in her hand.
"You haven't left yet?" Nurse Lano asked with a mocking look on her face, "What? Are comrade journalists afraid of going to the front line?"
"I have my plans, but I'm not as scared as you think."
Wei Ran said, passing the water bottle in his hand, "Give some to the wounded, if you think they can drink."
Rano took the kettle doubtfully, and the heavy feel made her raise her delicate eyebrows. Then she immediately unscrewed the lid of the kettle and put it under her tall nose to smell it.
"So many?! Where did you get them?" Lano asked in surprise, his blue eyes full of surprise.
"I don't like drinking very much." Wei Ran spread his hands, "I saved these."
"But the smell of alcohol in your mouth seems to prove that you have just drank," Nurse Lano reminded suspiciously.
"Just because you don't like drinking doesn't mean you won't drink." Wei Ran laughed at himself, spreading his hands, "Especially since I was buried alive not long ago."
"Okay, comrade reporter, you don't have to be so serious, I was just joking."
Nurse Rano retightened the lid of the kettle, put it into the small basket with a smile and said,
"Anyway, thank you for the vodka, it can keep many desperate warriors alive."
"I hope so," Wei Ran said as he followed Nurse Lano towards the tent, "Comrade Nurse, I have another question."
"Lano, just call me Lano." After saying this, the thin girl looked at Wei Ran and asked, "What about you, what's your name?"
"Victor" Wei Ran responded and immediately asked, "Lano, can you tell me the specific date today?"
"The 26th," Lano replied without thinking, "September 26th, you don't think you've been in a coma for a long time, do you?"
"I even thought it was 1945 now," Weiran joked.
"If you could have been in a coma for three years, I'm afraid you would have been sent back to the rear." Rano said, then got into the tent and began to give some food to each of the wounded, including Ivan. She also poured a small glass of the vodka Wei Ran had just given her to each of the wounded.
"So it's 1942?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and simply sat next to the young soldier named Ivan and started chatting.
However, as more and more words were extracted from the other party's mouth, Wei Ran's heart sank to the bottom.
Yes, it was September 26, 1942, but what really frightened him was that he heard a place name from the other party's mouth that was enough to scare people to death - Rzhev!
Rzhev Meat Grinder, this time the battlefield turns out to be the Rzhev Meat Grinder!
Wei Ran shivered involuntarily, but before he could continue to ask questions, a middle-aged man in a white coat walked in.
"Nurse Lano, please come here." The middle-aged man sniffed after saying, "I seem to smell vodka?"
"It's a gift from comrade journalists," Nurse Lano said happily, shaking the kettle. "The kettle is full of vodka. Do you want a drink?"
"Forget it, leave it to the soldiers." The middle-aged man swallowed, turned around and left the tent.
Nurse Lano handed the kettle to another nurse in the tent, turned around and walked out of the tent.
"Guess what good things our Rano will bring us when he comes back later?" one of the injured said excitedly.
"She has already obtained the vodka, you should be satisfied." The double amputee soldier continued, "Maybe this time it is a letter sent from the rear."
"I guess that's also true"
The first soldier to speak said expectantly, "The vodka is here and the letter from home is here. Now there is no regrets even if I am sent back to the front line."
"What can we do even if we return to the front lines?"
Ivan, who was holding a boiled potato in his hand, said, "I guess they are counting the wounded who need to be sent back to the rear. Maybe we can go home soon."
"It would be nice if that were the case"
The soldier with both legs amputated sighed, "But I heard that the Germans are about to occupy the railway line. If you want to return to the rear from here, I'm afraid it won't be any safer than being sent to the front line. Otherwise, I would have been there two weeks ago.
He was sent away."
The soldier who had coaxed everyone to eat and drink what he wanted said firmly, "In this case, why not give each of us a rifle."
"Don't be ridiculous, leaving those weapons to us is a waste of resources."
Ivan finished the boiled potatoes in two bites, and then said in a rather boastful manner, "Instead of leaving it to us, it is better to give it to my sister Lano. Her shooting skills are definitely better than any of us."
"Lano's marksmanship is very good? Why haven't I heard of it?" Another nurse in the tent who was changing the dressing of the wounded asked curiously.
Ivan's tone became more and more proud, "His name is Danila. The last time I saw him was half a month ago. By that time, he had already shot 12 Germans."
Everyone in the small tent, including the nurse, laughed out loud because of these words, "If I really want what you said, I would like to find a husband who is good at shooting, so that I can go to the front line with a gun.
"
"Eliza, my marksmanship is actually very good. Maybe you can consider it. I killed three Germans before I was injured!"
The wounded man who was being changed by the nurse grinned and joked, and then let out a series of screams for mercy because of the pain caused by the nurse named Elisa deliberately pressing his wound.
"My sister Llano often went hunting wolves with Daniela before the war started."
Ivan looked outside and lowered his voice and said, "Listen to me, the injections and bandaging she learned in nursing school were practiced with the carcasses of wolves or wild boars that she had beaten. I learned this from a letter written by my mother.
knew."
"Ivan, you bastard are you talking bad about me again?"
Nurse Lano's voice came from outside the tent, and then she walked into the tent again, but this time, she had taken off her white coat and put on a half-new military uniform.
"Lano, are you going to the front line?" the nurse named Elisa asked in surprise.
"We are going to the west of the forest for support. The field hospital there was hit by German artillery not long ago, and now only one nurse is still alive."
After nurse Lano finished speaking, she handed a satchel to Ivan who was lying on the hospital bed, "Listen Ivan, take this bag home and give it to your mother."
Ivan grabbed Lano's hand, but before he could say anything, Lano spoke in advance, "Danila is on the west side of the forest, near that position."
Ivan opened his mouth, but finally let go of his hand, and instead tightly grasped the canvas bag Lano gave him, "I will keep this bag for you, and give it to your mother personally when you get home.
"
"Then it's settled," Rano said, and simply stood up to leave the quiet tent.
"Lano"
Wei Ran, who was on the side, said, "Would you like to take a photo of the two of you? That way at least after Ivan gets home, he can develop the photo and show it to your parents first."
"Is it okay?" Ivan asked excitedly.
"Of course!" Wei Ran nodded affirmatively.
Before he could finish his words, Ivan had already struggled to get up from the bed, "Just here, just shoot here!"
Seeing Wei Ran looking at him, Lano nodded after hesitating for a moment. Then he stood side by side with Ivan, intentionally or unintentionally blocking Ivan's broken arm with his shoulder.
After the siblings had finished posing, Wei Ran helped Ivan adjust his collar, then picked a suitable angle and pressed the shutter.
