"You two, stop pretending." Wei Ran opened his cloak angrily.
Seeing that their little trick was exposed, Ivan and Sergey quickly got up and took credit with excitement, "Victor, did you see it? You must have seen it, right? We killed several people with grenades.
A German!"
"I also killed two of them with my gun!" Sergey shouted excitedly, "I saw them fall with my own eyes!"
"Victor, are you not injured?"
Ivan saw something wrong with Wei Ran's expression, and kicked his good friend Sergey's shoes without leaving a trace, "I saw those Germans were coming over, and I was worried that you would be beaten to death by them, so... just..."
"Forget it, you two are not hurt, are you?" Wei Ran finally resisted the urge to beat these two naughty children and asked, "How did you two wake up?"
"It's okay! We're okay!" Ivan immediately replied, "We were woken up. Speaking of this, why did you..."
Before Ivan could ask his doubts, Uncle Slava walked over from a distance, but the old guy's neck was wrapped in a piece of gauze dyed red with blood.
"Uncle Slava, are you okay?" Ivan and Sergey immediately asked with concern.
Slava glanced at the half-track motorcycle behind these two naughty kids, and then at Wei Ran. After hesitating for a moment, he said with a smile, "It's okay, I'm okay. Ivan, Sergey, you two stay here to help.
Collect the loot. Victor, you and I will do it..."
Hearing this, Wei Ran's heart sank, and he limped along with Slava and prepared to walk to the other side of the swamp.
"Is that half-track still usable?" Slava asked.
"Yes, it still works. I rode it here."
Wei Ran glanced at Ivan and Sergey, who were running towards the corpses of the German soldiers, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought them here."
"It doesn't matter, they will have to face this day sooner or later. At least you didn't let them get hurt, right?"
Slava sighed, waved to the bearded middle-aged man not far away, and then said, "Now is not the time to talk about this. Victor, use this motorcycle to take us to the other side."
"Okay, okay."
Wei Ran quickly raised his legs and stepped into the driver's seat. After starting the half-track motorcycle, Uncle Slava and the bearded middle-aged man also sat on the seat behind.
Amidst the roar of the engine and radiator fan, Weiran drove the half-track motorcycle over an unknown thickness of rotten leaves on the ground and rushed along the edge of the swamp to the other side. But from beginning to end, Slava, who was sitting behind,
Neither the uncle nor the bearded middle-aged man spoke.
As the distance got closer, Wei Ran also frowned. On the battlefield on this side of the swamp, in the center of the German position, there was a crater that was nearly three meters wide and almost one meter deep, and was still smoking. There was no doubt that
, this explosive spot is the masterpiece of the bomb dropped by the plane not long ago.
Surrounding this explosion point was an overturned light wheeled armored reconnaissance vehicle, as well as a circle of corpses of various shapes and broken weapons.
Although most of these corpses maintained barely complete outlines, looking at their collapsed chests, one could tell that the shock wave from the bomb falling from the sky had already shattered their internal organs and even their ribs.
But apart from these, the most eye-catching things are the several wooden houses that are still burning and the bombed buildings around them, as well as the guerrillas who are busy carrying water from wells and even swamps to put out the fire, as well as the dozen or so captives.
German soldier.
Only then did Wei Ran see clearly that most of the German soldiers who had just exchanged fire with them had a very iconic crescent-shaped metal piece hanging on their chests.
"It's the chain dog again!" Wei Ran cursed through gritted teeth.
"Have you met him before?"
Asked the bearded middle-aged man sitting back-to-back with Wei Ran on the half-track motorcycle with the engine turned off.
Wei Ran nodded, but didn't know how to explain it for a moment. Of course he had encountered it before, and even witnessed the whole process of the Germans killing chain dogs in the simple clinic in Berlin.
Perhaps because they were sitting back to back and didn't notice Wei Ran's response, the bearded man said to himself, "They are not qualified to be prisoners."
"Jaina is dead," Uncle Slava said suddenly.
"What did you say?!" Wei Ran turned around fiercely and looked at Uncle Slava in disbelief, who still had his back turned to him.
“Just over there”
Slava raised his finger and pointed at the anti-aircraft gun. After a moment of pause, he suddenly said, "Shura is also dead. He died this morning. He blew up a German tank. He said... let me tell Gianna,
What he told her before was just a joke, telling Gianna not to take it seriously, but he didn't expect...I didn't expect..."
"Before Gianna leaves, please ask Sasha to tell Shula... that she refuses."
After saying this, Wei Ran felt that all his strength had been drained away from him in an instant.
"Someone is going to die"
The bearded middle-aged man sitting next to Slava said leisurely, "As long as there is a war and as long as gunshots sound, someone will die. It might be Jaina, it might be Shula, it might be me, or it might be anyone.
People are bound to die, but what can we do?
If we don't resist, more people will die, maybe my wife and children, your wife and children, his wife and children. Instead of that, it's better to let us die and let us end the war. At least this way, our
My wife and children can all continue to live.”
"Yeah, people are bound to die."
Slava sighed, rubbed his face vigorously and said, "Victor, let me introduce to you, this is Ofdey, the captain of the guerrilla team responsible for ambushing the German train yesterday. He used to be a
political commissar."
Wei Ran awkwardly turned around and shook hands with the other party, but Wei Ran could only squeeze out a dry smile on his face, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Just at this moment, two guerrillas escorted a tall, thin middle-aged man over. Then, one of them directly picked up the butt of his gun and hit him hard.
He grabbed the middle-aged man's knees and made him kneel on the edge of the crater where gunpowder smoke was still rising.
"Arseny!"
Slava gritted his teeth and said the name of the middle-aged man who was crying bitterly. He staggered down from the back seat of the half-track motorcycle, roughly grabbed the man's blond hair, pinched his chin, and looked him in the eye.
Aiming at the direction of the wooden house in the distance where the fire had just been extinguished.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." The middle-aged man named Arseni struggled in panic and begged for mercy, but he couldn't break free from Slava's hands.
"This summer, your wife had a difficult childbirth. It was Dr. Akimovich who saved your wife and your second son. A month and a half ago, your daughter was stabbed in the thigh with a bayonet by a German who wanted to rape her. It was
Dr. Sasha risked being caught by the Germans and went to your house to perform an operation on her to save her leg. Later, your daughter's wound became infected. It was Alissa who flew the plane and sent her to a safer place in the rear!
"
After taking a breath, Slava tightened his grip on Arseny's hair and asked almost angrily, "Look what you did?! Look what you did to these people who helped you?! Look at those battles
The wounded who died! Look at the wounded who were burned to death! They are all your comrades! Some of them even saved your life!
Look at this hospital! How much we spent to build this hospital! How many people died for this hospital! You traitor, you have ruined all our efforts!"
"sorry Sorry!"
Arseni cried like crazy, but the contempt in the eyes of the guerrillas who gathered around him became more and more intense.
Wei Ran, who was still sitting on the half-track motorcycle, struggled to get out of the driver's seat, stepped on the ground covered with bullet casings, corpses, and puddles, and walked towards the corpses that were carried out not far away. These corpses
There were men and women, and their ages were also very different. Some of them had been shot, some had burnt marks on their bodies, and some were even mutilated and only part of them could be found.
Even among these corpses, he saw the girl Kolya who he personally rescued from the edge of the forest with Slava and Shura not long ago.
One of her legs was gone, and there was still a wound more than ten centimeters long on her bulging abdomen, but she was always holding a charred TT33 pistol in her hand.
"Boom"
There was a muffled sound, and a bright silver lightning flashed across the night sky. The rain also gradually increased. The sound of rain gradually covered up the suppressed cursing and crying around as well as the wailing of the surviving wounded, and also wiped out the
The last flame in this forest.
"boom!"
With the sound of a gunshot, Uncle Slava shot the traitor Arseni to death with his own hands, and the dirty, smelly corpse fell into the same dirty muddy water.
"Clean the battlefield!"
The bearded middle-aged man Ofjay shouted at the top of his lungs, "Take everything you can take away, and throw everything you can't take away into the swamp!"
"Captain, what should we do with these prisoners?" One of the guerrillas asked, while kicking over a struggling chain dog.
"We don't need prisoners," the bearded Ofdey reminded, looking at Slava.
"We really don't need prisoners this time." Slava looked around, walked to the well, took out a flashlight, and shined the beam of light into the bottom of the well that had been drained to put out the fire.
"Throw them all in," Slava said, sitting by the well. "Throw them in alive, and throw that bastard Arseny in first!"
Hearing this, the guerrillas who could no longer restrain themselves swarmed forward, tied the hands of the chain dogs who had stripped off all their equipment and body parts with iron wires, and threw them into the well one by one. And the bearded man among them
The young man Ofdey commanded his guerrillas to bring buckets of mud from the swamp not far away and poured it into the well, covering the chains that were constantly struggling for mercy or cursing at the bottom of the well.
