In the best local hotel in Liuban, Wei Ran, who had completed his morning exercise, took a cold shower that could make people howl like ghosts as usual, changed into clean clothes, and energetically picked up the scrap copper that was still packed in the canvas bag.
Lantie and the car keys he got from Diane yesterday evening drove out of the hotel alone before the sun completely jumped out of the horizon.
He drove the car out of the town and chose a direction at random. Wei Ran slowly drove the car to the edge of a forest that looked quite dense and stopped. Then he picked up the bag of scrap copper and iron and stepped on it to melt in the forest.
The snow and damp leaf litter made us walk deeper into the jungle.
After waiting until the off-road vehicle behind him was completely blocked by trees, and there were no traces of human activity around, Wei Ran randomly found a dead tree lying on its side, took out all the contents of the canvas bag, one by one.
Placed on a tree trunk full of insect holes.
Finally, after carefully checking the surrounding environment and the inventory of various weapons and supplies in the metal book, he cautiously summoned the metal book.
Amidst the sound of turning pages, the metal book placed by Wei Ran on the tree trunk automatically turned to the blank page 18, and then the metal quill also drew a picture on the light yellow page.
pattern.
In this picture, there is a man kneeling on the ground, using a shovel to dig hard into the pit in front of him. Beside him, there is a small pile of soil and a metal ammunition box.
In the background further away, there seemed to be a sledge with a machine gun mounted on it, and there seemed to be a figure carrying a gun around the sledge.
Almost as soon as the metal quill that had finished its work hit the moss growing on the tree trunk with a loud thud, two lines of text appeared right below the pattern just drawn.
Role identity: Izvestia reporter Victor
Return mission: Assist the guerrillas in completing the ambush mission, complete a teaching activity of no less than 60 minutes, and take at least one group photo.
"Teaching lessons? What the hell are you doing for me!"
Amidst Wei Ran's angry yells, a strong white light swept over him, and then he felt the whistling wind and biting cold in his ears!
On the plane?! Just hearing that familiar noise, Wei Ran felt like he was dying. He immediately blinked his eyes crazily, trying to regain his sight as soon as possible.
After a while, Wei Ran first saw the stars above his head, and then he saw the outdated wings that were exactly the same as the An-2 aircraft.
Continuing to move in a straight line, in the open cockpit directly in front of him, there was a thin figure quietly steering the aircraft forward smoothly without starting the engine at all.
Looking at myself again, in addition to the canvas bag in my arms, I was wearing a leaky cotton coat, aviator goggles on my face, and a pair of thick cotton gloves on my hands. I touched the top of my head and it seemed that I was still wearing them.
A classic Soviet fur hat.
Wei Ran slightly leaned his upper body out of the open cabin, glanced at the dark ground directly below, and then sat upright, quietly waiting for the moment of landing.
A moment later, the engine roared without warning. The pilot in charge of driving in front skillfully controlled the Wave 2 aircraft and began to climb. Then he shut down the engine again and continued on his way quietly relying on his excellent gliding ability.
After a long time, reflections began to appear on the ground, and the plane began to change direction and began to lose altitude along the water surface.
"Is this a blind landing?" Wei Ran swallowed and subconsciously tightened the armrests on both sides of the cockpit.
Unexpectedly, just when the width of the lake on the surface began to shrink, the slow biplane started the engine again and drew an arc and turned lightly over the forest.
And the roar of the engine propeller was like a signal. Soon, a long string of red lights flashed directly in front of him.
Using this string of lights as a guide, the plane further lowered its altitude and advanced slowly at a dangerous height that was almost close to the treetops. During this period, Wei Ran could even feel the noise made by branches scratching across the skin of the fuselage!
Soon, the light that had just been blocked by the tree canopy appeared again, and the aircraft also lowered its altitude again, started to taxi lightly against the ground in the forest clearing, and finally landed no more than 20 meters away from the pine trees directly ahead.
It stopped completely when it was several meters away.
By this time, not only had the plane's engines stopped, but even the lights that had just been used to guide the runway had long been extinguished.
"Okay, comrade reporter, you have arrived."
It was only then that the pilot directly in front turned around and said with a smile, "You can get off now."
"female?"
Wei Ran was surprised and glanced at the pilot who was less than one meter away. Unfortunately, because of the dim night and the obstruction of the wings above his head, he couldn't see clearly the other person's appearance. The only thing he could be sure of was the other person's face.
The sound is just nice.
Before he could say anything, a hoarse voice came from the forest facing the plane, "What good things did our Alisa bring this time?"
"Uncle Slava!"
The pilot named Alissa immediately waved enthusiastically to the figure walking not far away, and said happily, "This time I brought enough medicine, weapons and ammunition, and also brought an informant.
reporter!"
"Journalist? Reporter from Izvestia?"
Along with this surprised inquiry, an old man who was not tall but looked particularly stocky also walked next to the plane.
Behind him, there were some young men and women. After each of them said hello to Alisa, they immediately quickly moved the long wooden box fixed between the two landing gears and tied to the fuselage.
The rifles and submachine guns everywhere were unloaded one by one and moved as quickly as possible to a horse-drawn sledge.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I'm here to interview you," Alyssa explained with a smile, and then patted Wei Ran's arm, "Comrade reporter, get down quickly, this position is important.
Give it to someone else."
Hearing this, Wei Ran quickly jumped out of the cabin, and then saw a wounded man whose head was wrapped in gauze, with only his mouth and nostrils exposed, being helped onto the plane by two men.
"Hat, gloves, and goggles." Alyssa reminded.
"Oh!" After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran quickly took off his gloves, hat and goggles and handed them to a young man standing next to the wounded man.
After the wounded man put on cold-proof clothes with the help of his companions, Uncle Slava and others helped push the plane to turn and asked, "Alissa, is there any good news recently?"
"There is no good news, but there is bad news."
Pilot Alisa replied worriedly, "The Germans captured a few guerrillas some time ago. Yesterday, I heard that several of them were burned to death on the shore of Liuban Lake, and the surrounding areas were surrounded."
People from several villages rushed to the lake and forced everyone to watch the guerrillas being completely burned to death before letting everyone go back."
"It is indeed bad news." Uncle Slava sighed, "Good boy, be careful on the way back."
"Don't worry, they can't catch me!" Alyssa said confidently, "Okay, I'm going to take off."
Hearing this, everyone hurriedly pushed back under the leadership of Uncle Slava, watching the plane take off lightly in the forest clearing, lift into the sky, and finally disappear completely into the starry night.
"Okay, let's get out of here quickly." Uncle Slava said, waving to Wei Ran, "Comrade reporter, come and sit on the sledge! By the way, tell me what you want to interview."
"how could I know..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, carrying a bulging satchel, and dutifully sat on the sledge loaded with supplies as arranged by Slava. At the same time, he asked in a curious tone, "Uncle Slava, why don't you tell me about your recent past?"
How were the results achieved?”
"Recent achievements?"
Slava put his hand into his neck and scratched it, and said nonchalantly, "There hasn't been much success recently. We just stole a few rails."
Sure enough, it seems like what a guerrilla should do...
Wei Ran murmured in his heart again, and continued to say reluctantly, "Why don't you introduce the situation here so that I can have a general understanding of you."
"It shouldn't be much different from all guerrillas."
Obviously, Slava is not a good interview subject. After saying this sentence, there was no follow-up.
"Comrade reporter, how about you let me tell you?" A young man whose voice seemed to be still changing came up and asked.
Although the other party could not be seen at all in the dark forest, Wei Ran still smiled and asked, "Of course, what is your name?"
"Ivan," the young man whose voice was changing his voice immediately responded, "I am already an investigator."
"Another Ivan..."
Dismissing those friends named Ivan from his mind, Wei Ran said encouragingly, "Then, Comrade Investigator Ivan, it's up to you to introduce your situation."
"Good journalist comrade"
Ivan responded in a very formal voice with a broken gong, and whispered amidst the suppressed laughter around him, "We have a total of 12 investigators like me, 20 soldiers, 35 children and
14 elderly people. We also opened a school and raised 9 sheep, two of which will give birth to lambs soon, and...still..."
Halfway through, Ivan didn't know what to say. He raised his head and looked into the darkness directly ahead and asked, "Shula, please continue talking. I don't know what to say."
Amid uncontrollable laughter, a young man was heard saying, "Our main combat mission is to destroy the Germans' railway transportation lines and communication lines. From our establishment in the summer to now, we have killed more than fifty Germans.
We seized two motorcycles, and the women, children, old people and even the sheep mentioned by Ivan just now were all rescued from the Germans."
"I even blew up a German locomotive once!"
Ivan reminded, "Unfortunately, if our explosives were not powerful enough, we might have completely turned it into a pile of parts instead of just letting it rest there for a day."
"With these weapons brought by Alisa, we can always keep that train in the future." Uncle Slava, who had been silent just now, said confidently, "As long as the railway is still there, we can always find opportunities.
