In the windy and snowy cabin, several old guys from the KGB sat around a warm bonfire, chatting and enjoying a large pot of braised rabbit meat. On the table not far away, there was a large bucket of soaked rabbit meat.
Spicy rabbit head in marinade.
"Victor, can't you eat those rabbit heads?" Culp asked, pinching a rabbit leg covered in soup.
"Just wait at least 8 hours before you can eat it again."
Wei Ran picked up his wine glass and clinked it with Teacher Anna next to him, and explained absently that he was not in the mood to listen to these old guys chatting in English that he didn't understand at all. He just wanted to find a quiet place as soon as possible and use it.
The metal book went to the POW Olympics.
"It doesn't matter, the snow outside hasn't stopped yet, we have plenty of time." Teacher Dalia said nonchalantly.
"How long do you plan to stay in this little shabby house?" Wei Ran asked helplessly. These old guys had been eating for almost two hours since the meal was prepared, but judging from their posture, it was obvious that they were temporarily
There is no intention of ending it for a while.
"Don't worry, be more patient." Teacher Anna comforted her gently, "When those rabbit heads are ready to eat, we can go back."
"Are you worried that someone is following me?" Wei Ran suddenly guessed what these old guys were thinking.
"You have to be careful." Culp threw the cleaned rabbit legs into the iron bucket aside, which was regarded as admitting Wei Ran's guess.
"Will someone really come?" Wei Ran frowned.
"It's best if no one comes over," Gorman said, but the expectation in his tone was not concealed at all.
"I'm starting to get nervous." Wei Ran muttered to himself, but he had already put down the cup in his hand. He was not a Maozi after all, and alcohol had no BUFF on his combat effectiveness.
"It's just out of caution," Teacher Anna comforted her gently. While speaking, she picked up the wine glass, touched it to Dalia beside her, and poured it into her mouth as usual.
Regardless of whether he was scaring himself or not, in the next few hours, Wei Ran, who was still drunk and sleepy, did not dare to close his eyes. From time to time, he would get up and go to the bedside to look at the things that were still falling outside.
Heavy snowfall.
On the other hand, the teachers, after eating and drinking, found a warm place to sleep on the floor, seemingly not worried about anyone touching them.
The ten hours seemed extremely long in Wei Ran's nervous waiting and vigilance. Fortunately, until the sky outside the window was illuminated again by the sun that had no warmth and could not be seen at all, until the heavy snow stopped.
After coming down, these old guys also woke up one after another, and Gorman even took the initiative to place a tin bucket full of spicy rabbit heads in the fireplace where the bonfire was always burning.
When the spicy and spicy smell filled the small wooden house, Gorman immediately poked what seemed to be the largest piece of rabbit meat with a fork, took a tentative bite, then spit out the peppercorns in his mouth and asked
, "Victor, how do you eat this?"
"Its meat and bones are both edible, but the bones are best chewed."
Wei Ran took out a wet towel and wiped his hands, picked up a rabbit head and opened the chin, and demonstrated with a normal expression. After all, he did not do anything in the bucket of marinade, but even so, it is estimated that these few
The old guy still can't escape the consequences of many dates with the toilet.
"Are you sure this thing is edible?" Culp picked up a maroon rabbit head and blew off the peppercorns on it and asked suspiciously.
"Of course you can eat it. This is the most popular delicacy in China." Wei Ran explained seriously, and took advantage of the opportunity to open the head of the rabbit head in his hand and eat the brain inside.
"Weird food, it really tastes like poisoning." Teacher Dalia frowned and commented.
"This kind of thing needs to be paired with cold beer." Wei Yan put down the half-eaten rabbit head and said while taking a breath, "eating this kind of thing without beer really doesn't taste right."
"Then take it back and eat it." Culp wisely chose to give up.
"Can I go back too?" Wei Ran asked with a sigh of relief.
"sure"
Gorman moved his numb mouth and replied, "We will take you to the airport later."
"Don't forget the exclusive interview in Moscow on February 20," Teacher Dalia reminded, "You'd better arrive one day in advance."
"No problem, no problem." As Wei Ran spoke, he had already started to help clear away the wine bottles and various food packaging bags on the floor.
After simply cleaning up the hunter's cabin, Wei Ran followed Gorman into the van that was almost buried in the snow, and was the first to leave the hunter's cabin hidden in the coniferous forest.
It wasn't until their car disappeared that Culp asked, "Has no one been here?"
"No, not even a dog."
While responding to Culp, an old man who looked to be in his fifties, wearing a white ghillie suit and carrying an SVD sniper rifle on his shoulder walked out from behind a pine tree not far away.
"Thank you for your hard work." As Culp spoke, he handed the packaged spicy rabbit head to the other party, "The little guy made it, and it tastes very good."
"Thank you." The old man took the plastic bag containing the spicy rabbit head, turned around and went back into the coniferous forest.
"Let's go back too"
Culp said, picked up the rope connected to the small sled and put it on his shoulders, pulling the leftovers and the garbage they made, chatting with Daria and Anna while walking towards the cross-country park parked a few hundred meters away.
car.
At the same time, the van driven by Gorman also drove out of the coniferous forest with difficulty, crushing the thick snow and heading towards the city of Vladivostok.
"Thanks to your help this time," Gorman said abruptly.
"Nothing." Wei Ran shook his head and put away the cap badge he had been looking at just now.
"It's really nothing to you, but it's very important to me." Gorman paused here and continued, "Also, I would like to thank your girlfriend for her help to Makar."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "It's just mutual benefit," Wei Ran said frankly. Suisui did help Makar, but she didn't suffer at all.
Gorman smiled and did not continue the topic. He drove the car silently all the way to the city of Vladivostok and sent Wei Ran to the door of a hotel that looked relatively clean.
"There is a flight to China tomorrow, and I have bought the ticket for you." Before Gorman left, he handed a ticket to Weiran, "Okay, I'm going to fly back to Kazan.
Victor, happy Chinese New Year."
Listening to the out-of-tune Chinese blessing that came out of the other person's mouth, Wei Ran smiled and replied, "Happy Chinese New Year, Mr. Gorman."
Watching Gorman's car disappear at the end of the street, Wei Ran looked back at the hotel behind him. After a moment of hesitation, he turned on his cell phone and searched, then stopped a taxi and randomly changed to a hotel.
After checking in, he got into the room. After locking the door, he carefully checked the room, which was not too big and the environment was definitely not good. Until he was sure there was no problem, he closed the curtains and summoned the metal book.
On the way back from the United States, he had been looking up information about the sports meeting. If it hadn't been delayed by Gorman's affairs, and it was inconvenient for Suisui to be around at the time, he would have wanted to take action long ago.
While he was waiting quite nervously, the metal book flipped to the blank page 17, and the metal quill pen also drew a big hand. In the palm of this hand, lay the five-pointed star cap badge.
However, just when Wei Ran took a deep breath and prepared to remember his identity and return mission, and then faced the dazzling white light, the metal quill wrote four large Chinese characters with flying phoenixes under the pattern he had just drawn - military rank.
Too low.
"What the hell?"
Wei Ran let out a confused exclamation. At the same time, the metal quill fell onto the page with a clatter, and the pattern he had just drawn, and even the four big characters, seemed to go back in time, visible to the naked eye.
The speed dissipated and finally turned into a pale yellow blank page!
"Is there any rank requirement for this thing?"
Wei Ran turned the metal book to the first page in disbelief. Under his photo and name, the rank column still read Second Lieutenant.
What does this military rank mean? Wei Ran gently picked up the cap badge placed on the table and held it in his hand, muttering to himself in confusion.
He is now accustomed to the existence of this unconventional metal notebook and the various conveniences it brings to him. He is even more accustomed to the metal notebook's sinister intentions of always trying to kill him and the various tricks it pulls out from time to time. But
Even so, the scene that just happened still surprised him and made him more and more confused.
In other words, some historical events have requirements for military ranks. So this situation may also happen in the future? Wei Ran opened his palm again and secretly thought about the criteria for judging military rank requirements in this metal book.
War intensity? Obviously not. Objectively speaking, whether it is the Battle of Stalingrad or the Battle of Berlin, any one of them is more bloody and cruel than most battlefields that occurred after World War II. So obviously, there should be no difference between military rank and war intensity.
There is no logical relationship.
But if it has nothing to do with intensity, in which aspect are there requirements for military rank? After thinking about it to no avail, Wei Ran could only take out the medical box from the metal book with a look of regret, and put the cap badge in his hand on the top of the medical box.
The bottom floor is placed together with the letter that the little nurse left for him during the battlefield in Teng County.
After putting away the medical kit, Wei Ran lay down on the bed with a metal notebook and began to think about ways to advance to the military rank.
This point is a little simpler than the question just now. The first time I got my military rank was during the defense battle of Teng County. After I came back, I not only got my military rank, but also changed the notebook in my hand to a rusty one.
Metal skin.
Is it because he almost died on the battlefield that time? Wei Ran shook his head the moment he came up with this idea. Obviously not. Although this metal notebook has always made things difficult for him, there is a high probability that its purpose is not to kill him.
Keeping this doubt that was destined to have no answer in the bottom of his heart, Wei Ran put away the metal book and wrapped himself in a quilt. Since the military rank is too low now, let's talk about it later. Besides, the Chinese New Year is about to come soon. What if we meet again?
Tengxian County made itself half dead just like last time, can't it survive this year?