Wei Ran quickly waved his hand. Naturally, he would not tell Lieutenant Lev that tomorrow in history, that is, September 29, 1942, the Soviet front army actually temporarily recaptured Mamaev Hill.
The two sides continued to alternately occupy this high ground, and the fighting became more and more fierce day by day. This time point was even written down in his university textbook.
"Okay, the bombardment is over. You can run towards the Volga River. There are large troops there. If you are lucky, maybe you can leave here alive." As Lieutenant Lev spoke, he was about to get up and leave the trench, but he didn't want to be caught.
Wei Ran, who had quick eyes and quick hands, pulled him back again.
"I'll go with you," Wei Ran said before the other party opened his mouth.
If what was said in that cowhide book is true, and he wants to return to his original world, one of his important tasks is to help Lieutenant Lev complete his mission. In other words, whether he is willing to follow Lieutenant Lev to death or not, as long as he wants to go back,
He didn't even have a choice.
Lieutenant Lev looked at Wei Ran seriously. After a moment of silence, he pointed at the corpses everywhere in the trench and said, "I'll give you a minute to pick up some useful weapons. We'll set off in one minute."
"Okay, okay!"
Wei Ran quickly let go of his hand, endured the smell of corpses wafting through his nose, gritted his teeth, found five or six loaded magazines and two long-handled grenades from several German corpses, and pinned them to his belt.
"Your camera is in the way," Lieutenant Lev couldn't help but remind him.
"I'm a reporter," Wei Ran said as he put the camera into his arms. He didn't forget that another task mentioned in the leather notebook was to take 6 photos.
"Let's go when we're ready."
Lieutenant Lev no longer insisted, and after carefully observing his surroundings, he climbed out of the trench and rushed towards the ruins of the building at the other end of the street.
Wei Ran, who followed closely behind, quickened his pace while recalling the history he learned in professional classes. However, although every key node time and event was recorded in history, it was impossible to record every detail on the battlefield, otherwise
Otherwise, he and Professor Alexey wouldn't have spent so much effort finding clues about the T-34 tank.
After almost entering the ruins of the building, Lieutenant Lev made a silent gesture and carefully continued to move along the cracks in the walls.
Wei Ran, who was walking behind, looked nervously left and right, fearing that a group of German soldiers would rush out from any corner. But as the two of them moved forward, amidst the sound of gunfire and gunfire, the sound of the crossfire in front became increasingly clear.
Lieutenant Lev, who was walking in front, stopped, turned around and lowered his palms towards Wei Ran. The latter immediately understood what the other person meant, lowered his figure quickly, and crouched to follow.
The two of them took advantage of the cover of the surrounding ruins and continued to move forward cautiously. As the distance got closer, they finally saw clearly that on the edge of the ruins, there was a shell crater with a diameter of five or six meters.
, there were six or seven German soldiers shooting wildly at a ruined building directly ahead.
And in the center of the crater, there were two unlucky guys who were shot in the chest and a soldier who was shouting something into the radio station.
Seeing that Lev had already taken out the grenade, Wei Ran quickly grabbed the opponent's wrist and shook his head, then pointed in the direction of the shell crater, and imitated the posture of the German soldier holding the radio station.
Lieutenant Lev seemed to understand what he meant, nodded and inserted the grenade back into his waist, picked up the Bobosha submachine gun again and pulled the trigger!
"Da da da!"
Amidst the crisp gunfire, the German soldier who was operating the radio was the first to be shot in the chest. Lieutenant Lev, who paused for a moment, saw that Wei Ran did not fire, so he immediately raised the muzzle of his gun and rushed to kill the remaining enemies.
Before turning around, he hit them in the back.
"Although the gun in your hand is made in Germany, it can still kill Germans." Lieutenant Lev muttered, half jokingly, half as a reminder, and then jumped into the crater full of corpses with the gun in hand.
Wei Ran opened his mouth. Although he often went hunting with Professor Alexei, he only hunted wild boars and wild ducks at most, but he never pointed his gun at anyone. But now is not the time for psychological construction.
After God came, he quickly crawled forward and climbed into the crater.
"Can you understand German?" Lieutenant Lev pulled away the corpses lying on the radio station and asked Wei Ran while searching for their supplies.
"I don't understand, do you understand?"
Wei Ran squatted next to the radio station and asked. He had seen this radio station before. It was a Feld.Fu.a type radio station equipped by Germany for infantry use in 1941. Although the communication distance was less than two kilometers, it was
It was already a high-tech product at that time, and it was not even distributed to infantry platoons until 1944.
And the reason why he was so familiar with it was because Professor Alexei had a machine of the same model in his studio that he didn’t know where he got it from. But he had only seen it before but it didn’t work. Even Professor Alexei used it.
He is not very skilled at it, let alone him.
"I have never learned German." As Lieutenant Lev spoke, he pointed the gun at the radio station and was about to pull the trigger.
"Wait a minute!" Wei Ran quickly stopped the other party, "Keep this radio station for now, maybe it can be used."
Lieutenant Lev frowned and asked, "Can you use it?"
"I know how to use it. I'm a reporter." Wei Ran gritted his teeth and said. He understood clearly that if he said no, this guy who didn't look much older than him would definitely pull the trigger.
But Wei Ran, who majored in history, knew that communication or intelligence was more powerful than the gun in his hand. As long as they could find someone who knew German, they might be able to get more useful information from this radio station.
"Carry it yourself"
Lieutenant Lev took off a telescope from the neck of one corpse. After trying it to see if it could still be used, he immediately hung it around his own neck, and then took out a notebook from the arms of another corpse.
He looked at it, frowned and stuffed it into his arms.
"If I carry it, I will carry it."
Wei Ran glanced at the corpse with blood bleeding from the corner of his mouth. He endured nausea and took off the headphones and microphone. He fumbled to put them on, then picked up the radio and carried it on his shoulder, but he almost carried the radio on his back.
In an instant, he regretted it.
This big iron lump looks about the size of a large shoe box, but it weighs quite a lot, weighing at least forty pounds. With such a thing weighing on my shoulders, not to mention it is at least one meter higher than the top of my head.
The snake-bone antenna swayed wantonly. On such a chaotic battlefield, the danger can be imagined.
After all, Lieutenant Lev couldn't bear to watch Wei Ran die, so he stretched out his hand to help coil the antenna down into a circle and hang it around Wei Ran's neck. "Carry it on your back if it's not too heavy. Maybe it can stop a bullet for you."
Wei Ran was too lazy to talk nonsense with the other party and directly changed the subject and said, "Which direction should we go next?"
Lieutenant Lev did not rush to reply. Instead, he climbed to the edge of the shell crater, took off the boat cap on his head and shook it vigorously forward. Soon after, a ruined building with only three floors left a hundred meters away appeared.
There was an imperceptible reflection.
"We're going to find the sniper, and we have to be quick." Lieutenant Lev put on his boat cap again and climbed out of the crater.
Wei Ran, who was carrying a radio, quickly followed after seeing this. Under the cover of broken arms and scrapped tanks, the two trotted through the ruins of another building with only its foundation and a street filled with trenches, and ducked in.
The building where the sniper was.
Almost at the same time that the two of them had just climbed up to the second floor, a young man who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old at most came out of a room not far away holding a gun.
Looking at the Mosin-Nagant rifle with an optical sight in the opponent's hand, Lieutenant Lev lowered the muzzle slightly and asked, "Were you sniping at those Germans just now?"
Seeing this, the young man simply put away his gun and said, "It's me, how did you get behind them? This area was completely occupied by the Germans a week ago."
"My tank is over there," Lev simply explained, then stretched out his hand and said, "I am Lieutenant Lev of the 644th Independent Tank Battalion, and this is Victor, a reporter from Pravda."
"Oleg, I'm Oleg." The young man stretched out his hand and shook Wei Ran's hand, then made way for them to follow him into the room, "Welcome to my home."
"Is this your home?"
Wei Ran looked around and said that the four walls here were full of praise. The wall facing the shell crater was less than one meter long. The other three walls were also covered with bullet marks. As for the ceiling above his head,
There is none at all. You can see the planes flying by with thick smoke and the smoke clouds exploded by anti-aircraft guns without any hindrance.
Even the floor was covered with broken bricks, and there was not even a complete floor to be found. There was only a wooden bed padded with bricks that barely continued to do its job.
And between the small bed and the door, there was a bonfire heating a can that I didn't know where to get, but I couldn't tell what the paste in the can was.
"Sooner or later I will restore this place to the way it was before." Oleg said with great confidence.
"How long have you been holding on here?" Lieutenant Lev asked while observing the surrounding environment.
"From the beginning of the war to now," Oleg sat down on the bricks beside the campfire and said with a slightly proud tone, "I have killed nearly 20 Germans."
"Leave here as soon as possible, the Germans will come to find you soon." Lieutenant Lev's words made Wei Ran and Oleg's faces full of astonishment.
