Chapter 398 A group photo with additional conditions
After accompanying these little guys to a simple but not filling lunch, Ivan and his friends continued to dig the underground shack.
Before starting work, Weiran also took a few photos of these little guys while they were not paying attention.
After that, he was busy until the sun was only a fist high above the treetops. Then Ivan directed everyone to stop the work, covered the excavation site with the grass prepared in advance, and then walked together along the stream, talking and laughing.
Walk back quickly.
"Ivan, what are you going to do next?" Wei Ran asked, holding an engineering shovel.
"From now on, until the sun goes down, we have to have classes with Teacher Gianna."
Ivan's tone was full of expectation, "If I can answer all the questions correctly today, maybe Teacher Gianna will return the military cap to me."
"I wish you success!" Wei Ran swore his blessings against his will. He really couldn't bear to tell this little guy the truth he heard from Teacher Gianna.
Almost jogging all the way back to the camp, Wei Ran immediately recognized Uncle Slava from the familiar cigarette voice. At the same time, he also accurately judged that the young man who was handing a bunch of colorful flowers to Teacher Gaana was probably
It was Shula who we had a brief exchange with when he came back last night.
Speaking of which, whether Uncle Slava or Shura, although they were not wearing Soviet Red Army uniforms, they each wore a tank cap on their head.
The only difference is that the tank cap on Uncle Slava's head is made of leather and has goggles. At the same time, he also has a telescope and a metal whistle hanging around his neck. He even has a Nagant revolver on his waist.
Wheel pistol.
Shula's tank cap was made of cotton, and he had no goggles on his cap. There was no weapon on his waist, but he carried an MP40 submachine gun issued by the German army on his shoulder.
In addition, when Wei Ran saw Uncle Slava for the first time, he couldn't help but think of "The Trackers on the Volga", because this old man who looked to be at least fifty years old, whether he was
The stocky body, the messy hair and beard, and even the weathered face, are really similar to the tracker in the oil painting.
In comparison, the young man named Shula looks much more handsome, but unfortunately, the horrific scar on his face extending from the right corner of his mouth to his earlobe ruins this handsomeness, and instead makes him
His face looks a little scary.
When Slava saw Wei Ran coming back, he immediately asked, "Comrade reporter, how was your day?"
"Just call me Victor"
Wei Ran glanced at Ivan, who was lining up with a dozen friends to wash their hands by the stream, "I had a very fulfilling day."
"That's good." Slava responded, but then he was as silent as last night. Obviously, he was really not good at words.
Fortunately, Shula, the young warrior who was looking for Teacher Jaina to court him, came up to her and asked in a low voice, "Victor, I heard that you took a photo of Teacher Jaina?"
Wei Ran immediately guessed what the other party was thinking and asked with a smile, "You want it?"
"Is that okay?" Shula asked happily. While speaking, he was still groping around on his body, and then he took out a small glass wine bottle that was only the size of a palm, "I only have so much wine left, I'll give it all to you!"
“Forget the wine”
Wei Ran waved his hand and also lowered his voice and said, "When you find a chance to stand next to Jaina later, I will take a group photo for you!"
"Really?!" A look of surprise immediately appeared on Shula's face, and then he lowered his voice and said, "Give me some time first, I want to change into clean clothes!"
"Remember to wash your face," Wei Ran reminded with a smile.
"Ten minutes, no, five minutes, give me five minutes!" Before Shula could finish his words, he had already disappeared like a blur.
While he was chatting with Shula, Uncle Slava had already picked up a little guy who looked to be four or five years old at most, sat under a beech tree that could be illuminated by the setting sun, and used a
An apple teased the child who was wiping tears just now.
Glancing at Teacher Giana who had already started teaching Ivan and others, Wei Ran took out his camera again and pointed it at Uncle Slava under the sunset, and secretly pressed the shutter.
After taking another photo, Wei Ran focused on the other adult guerrillas who were busy.
Most of these people wore tattered clothes, but they all wore German infantry boots on their feet. The weapons still carried on their shoulders were also varied, from Mauser rifles to Mosin Nagant rifles, from German MP40 submachine guns to
A large plate of DP light machine guns, and even a Maxim water-cooled machine gun mounted on a horse-drawn sledge.
In addition to machine guns, there were several hares and a deer no bigger than a dog on the sledge. At this time, there was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties. Under the watch and discussion of the people around him,
Use a sharp knife to skillfully handle these prey that are still alive and kicking.
Getting a little closer, Wei Ran pressed the shutter on them again, trying hard to put every person and every scene into the frame.
"We caught these prey with traps"
It wasn't until the Wei Ran shooting was finished that Shula, who had already changed into a Soviet M35 tank soldier's uniform, took the initiative to explain, "You are lucky. Normally we don't catch so many prey."
"Is there enough prey for everyone?"
Wei Ran asked suspiciously. After walking around this day, he knew very well how many people lived here. Not to mention adults, Ivan and his friends alone, as well as the younger children, had almost more than 40 mouths.
, if you add those women, old people, and these guerrilla fighters, there will be almost more than 90 people here. With such a large population base, it may not be enough for one person to get those prey on the sledge.
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Shula was particularly satisfied, "It's easy to attract the Germans in this forest by hunting with guns. It's not worthwhile to risk one's life just to eat meat. I should be satisfied if I can catch so many with traps."
Wei Ran shook his head silently and stopped continuing the topic. Instead, he said, "Shula, go next to Jaina. I will take a group photo for you."
Unexpectedly, at this moment, Shula got scared, pulled the back of her head and asked, "How about I talk to her first?"
"Whatever you want." Wei Ranhun pointed nonchalantly at the setting sun that was about to be blocked by the tree canopy, "I don't care if it's too late, I won't be able to take a clear picture."
"Then...then I'll go there now!"
Shula said, once again took out his palm-sized glass bottle, raised his head and drank the wine in one gulp, then smelled his sleeves vigorously, and walked towards Teacher Gianna who was in class.
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately raised his camera and pointed it at the open-air classroom shrouded in the setting sun, patiently waiting for the opportunity to take a picture.
However, what neither Wei Ran nor Teacher Gianna expected was that after the young tank soldier strode to the ammunition box that served as the podium, he raised his hand in salute and asked almost at the top of his voice, "Ji
Comrade Anna, I...I want to take a photo with you!"
His loud voice immediately attracted the attention of everyone around him. Jaina glanced blankly at Shula, who was only one meter away from her, and then covered her mouth and burst into laughter.
"Click!" Wei Ran pressed the shutter at the right time, leaving these two young people shrouded in the sunset forever on the silver salt photographic paper.
Teacher Gianna glanced at Wei Ran in the distance, hesitated for a moment and then said with a smile, "It's okay to take a group photo, but I have a condition."
"Go and persuade Comrade Victor to help me teach the children a lesson," Teacher Gianna said with a smile.
"No problem! Comrade Victor will definitely agree!" Shula first made a vow and then looked at Wei Ran as if asking for help.
"When did I say that I would definitely agree..."
Wei Rangan muttered, and then a condition came out of his mouth, "Shula, it's okay to help Teacher Gianna in class, but you have to agree to one condition."
"Why do you insist on conditions?" Shula asked with a grimace, "Tell me, whatever the conditions are, I will agree to them as long as I can meet them."
"How about taking me to patrol with you tomorrow?" Although Wei Ran made this offer to Shula, his eyes were on Uncle Slava who was watching the fun not far away.
Seeing that they were just taking a group photo, but ended up being involved with him, Uncle Slava looked down at the little guy sitting on his lap and asked with a smile, "Little Yuri, do you think you should agree?"
"Promise quickly!" Shula said nervously, "I will catch a little fox for you tomorrow!"
"I want a bunny!"
The little guy sitting on Uncle Slava's lap said in a sweet voice, "No, I want a big wild boar! Lots and lots of meaty big wild boars!"
"I will catch a wild boar for you tomorrow!" Shula promised without even thinking.
Teacher Gianna said angrily, "If you can't catch the wild boar tomorrow, we will treat you like a wild boar and eat you."
"Since little Yuri said so, Comrade Victor will go on patrol with us tomorrow!" Slava happily agreed to Wei Ran's conditions.
Hearing this, Wei Ran imitated Uncle Slava's tone and said, "Since I can go on patrol with you tomorrow, I will teach the children a lesson for Teacher Gianna later!"
"Since Comrade Victor is willing to teach for me, let me take a photo with you!" As Gianna said these words, a series of good-natured laughter also sounded in the camp shrouded in the sunset.
"friends"
Wei Ran stood on an ammunition box and suggested, "After I finish taking a photo of Teacher Gianna and Shula, how about all of us take a photo together? After the photo is finished, I'll treat everyone to a vodka!"