Just as Shula, Ivan and others were driving the horse-drawn sledge back to the camp, Weiran was also chatting with everyone and finished eating the black bread soaked in broth.
For Slava and others, this dinner of wine and meat is as sumptuous as the Chinese New Year, but for Wei Ran, it smells strongly fishy, but tastes only a little bit salty.
The broth is really not that delicious.
But even so, he still ate all the broth in the wooden bowl, the plant roots, and the slices of bread given to him without any waste.
After finishing the last sip of wine in the cup, Wei Ran and Slava made an appointment to go out on patrol early the next morning, and then walked in the dark to their own shack.
After adding more firewood to the small fireplace, Wei Ran lay on the soft animal skin blanket and soon fell asleep.
It was midnight, and Ivan and others drove the horse-drawn sledge back to the camp quietly.
"How is the situation over there?" Teacher Gianna, who had been waiting for them, asked in a low voice...
"There seem to be more wounded." As Ivan spoke, he also took out the pack of cigarettes and handed them to the other party.
"Good boy, go back to sleep." Teacher Gianna took the cigarette case and put it in her pocket and urged.
Ivan opened his mouth, but finally turned around and walked towards the shack he and Sergei shared.
It was only then that Jaina greeted Shura and Uncle Slava who were standing aside and walked into her shack, closed the wooden door, and sat around a table piled with ammunition boxes.
With the faint light emitted by the kerosene lamp, Jaina first took out three cigarettes from the cigarette box and distributed them to the other two, and then took out a folded note from the cigarette box.
Looking at the medicines and medical equipment listed on the note, Jaina couldn't help but frowned, "I'm afraid these things can only be found on Germans."
"Or maybe we try the railway line again?"
Shula lit a cigarette and suggested in a low voice, "Alissa sent a full box of explosives last time. This time it should be enough for us to keep the German train."
“It’s useless even if you stay.”
Slava shook his head, "We can blow up the German locomotives and their railway lines. But we may not be able to find urgently needed medicines from their trains."
“Or let Alyssa think of a way?”
Shula quickly had a second thought, "If I remember correctly, Alyssa will come to deliver supplies to us the night after tomorrow. Maybe other guerrillas have medicines that are urgently needed by the hospital?"
"The wounded in the hospital can't wait that long."
Jaina reminded, "It will take at least a week for her to find the medicines from other guerrillas before sending them over."
"We can consider the freight train station outside the forest," Slava said as he put out his cigarette butt, "but it's not enough for us to do this alone."
Upon hearing this, Shula immediately reminded, "Robbing that freight station is no easier than the next train. It is said that there is an armored train parked there, and more than two hundred Germans are stationed there."
"Armored trains are a real nuisance"
Slava confidently stated his plan, "But we just need to find a way to divert the armored train away."
"What should we do?" Teacher Gianna also put out the cigarette butt and asked.
"This matter requires us to split up."
Slava first set the main premise, and then continued, "I remember that Alisa sent a full box of explosives last time. We can find opportunities to help the Germans remove some railway tracks and wait for their freight trains.
After being stopped, as long as the noise is big enough, the armored train at the freight station and the German soldiers stationed there will definitely come to support. We just need to take advantage of this time to move the rails between the armored train and the freight station.
With hands and feet, it will be much easier to take over the freight station."
"Just us?"
Shula reminded distressedly, "Even if we add Ivan and the other little guys, plus those near the hospital, we can't make up 50 people. To stop the German train, we need at least half of them, and the rest
There is no way the other half can capture the cargo terminal."
“We really don’t have enough people”
Uncle Slava smiled and said, "But we are not the only guerrilla group in this forest. If I remember correctly, Ofdey and the others not far from us have two 45mm anti-tank guns.
Artillery. In addition, the number of guerrilla fighters in Antip, which is farther away, is almost over a hundred.
So as long as they can help together, we will not only have a good chance of taking over the freight station, but we can also stock up on enough supplies before winter comes."
Shula licked his lips and murmured to himself, "This is a big operation! But as you said, even if it weren't for the lack of medicines in the hospital, the freight train station alone is enough to make everyone tempted."
"And it needs to be done as soon as possible."
Having said this, Slava knocked on the table lightly, "Shura, you should set off now to contact Ofdey and Antip and ask them if they are willing to help. If they have no objection, make an appointment with them tomorrow night.
Let’s discuss the alternative campsite.”
"Do you want to send some more people from the hospital to help?" Gianna asked.
"It's enough to draw... 15 people are drawn. In this way, we can gather almost 30 warriors here. This number of people is enough."
"Where is the reporter?" Jaina asked sullenly, "When the time comes, take him with you or leave him in the camp?"
"I'll ask him what he thinks when we patrol tomorrow."
Slava said with great expectation, "Maybe this matter will not only be published in the newspapers of the Partisan Republic, but also reach the ears of Comrade Stalin. By the way, Shura, tell us about the fact that we have a reporter here.
Tell Antip and Ofjei, I believe that once they hear the news, they will even take out the treasure at the bottom of the box and fight a good fight."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I'm leaving now!" Before Shula finished speaking, he had already stood up and left the shack.
"Slava" Jaina asked hesitantly as she put away her cigarette case, "Isn't it too risky?"
“What day is not an adventure for us?”
Uncle Slava's attention seemed to be entirely focused on the kerosene lamp in the center of the table, and even his tone became as erratic as the flames in the glass lampshade, "Gianna, we need supplies so much, no matter what
Medicines, food, winter clothes and fighting weapons, that freight station has everything we need, so even if it's a risk, it's absolutely necessary to give it a try."
"At that time, let those who are left behind go to the backup camp."
Jaina hesitated for a moment and then added, "In addition, some weapons should be distributed to Ivan and the others, as well as the old people. Although they are not required to fight, in case of an accident, they must be able to protect themselves.
.”
"Just do as you say." Before Slava finished speaking, he had already stood up and walked out of Jaina's shack.
When Wei Ran, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a knock on the door, it was already early the next morning. When he opened the wooden door sleepily, Slava and the guerrilla fighters had already been preparing for a long time in the slightly thick morning fog.
Already.
"Take this"
Slava said and handed Wei Ran a Bobosha submachine gun with drum ammunition, "Don't shoot unless necessary."
"clear"
Wei Ran, who was wearing a cloak, responded simply, took the submachine gun and removed the drum, expertly emptied the magazine, and after a brief inspection, he reinstalled the drum with his knees.
Slava, who had been quietly watching Wei Ran, was secretly relieved at this time. What he was most worried about was that this reporter was a rookie who only knew how to take pictures and write articles. But looking at the almost subconscious actions just now, maybe this reporter
Not much worse than the guerrillas behind him, this is undoubtedly good news for him.
"Let's go when you're ready," Slava said, then turned around and took steps.
Seeing this, Wei Ran also hung his submachine gun on his shoulder and followed behind, sizing up this guerrilla group of only a dozen people.
At the front of the team was an old man who looked to be about the same age as Uncle Slava. The old man wore a coarse cloth suit with animal skins sewn on the elbows and knees. There was a bayonet and a knife fixed on the belt around his waist.
The German kettle was wearing a pair of German infantry boots, and under his arm was a Mauser rifle with a scope.
Behind the old man was a young man who looked to be in his early 20s at most. This young soldier wore patched clothes and a pair of felt boots, and carried a German MP40 submachine gun on his shoulder.
In his hand, he even held a mottled hunting dog.
Behind the old man and the young man was a horse-drawn sledge with an MG34 machine gun. In addition to weapons and ammunition, there was not only a basket of black bread and some engineer shovels on the sledge, but also
An enameled iron pot with a wooden stopper in the mouth, a few neatly folded blankets and some rusty animal traps.
Slava and the other guerrilla fighters walked around the sledge. But what surprised Wei Ran was that Shula was not in this team.
When he asked this question, Slava just smiled and said vaguely, "He has other things to be busy with today."
Seeing that the other party did not seem to intend to explain in detail, Wei Ran did not ask in detail, but pointed to the things on the sledge and changed the subject and asked, "Uncle Slava, why do you need to bring these things on patrol? Weapons, ammunition, food and drink.
I can understand it, but what are you bringing a blanket for? We won’t be back tonight?”
"Those blankets are not for us."
Slava pointed to the surrounding fog and explained, "In foggy weather, people will occasionally run over from the Germans. Those blankets, food and drinks are basically prepared for them,"
"The Germans aren't chasing you?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be surprised.
"Of course I will chase"
Slava smiled and said confidently, "But most of the time they give up after chasing them to the edge of the forest. At most, they only fire a few symbolic shots. If the Germans dare to come in, we will have to let them back when we do."
It’s up to you to decide.”
"So they won't come in easily?" Wei Ran continued to ask.
"Unless they discover a valuable target, such as the location of our camp." Slava pointed to the top of his head, "More often, the German planes are the real trouble for us."
