In the pouring rain, the messy battlefield was cleaned up by numerous guerrillas. The surviving wounded and the bodies of those guerrillas who did not survive were put on sledges. And on the edge of the well, Si
Uncle Lava was carving something on the edge of the well with a Mosin-Nagant four-edged bayonet.
Next to him, Wei Ran, who was using his cloak to protect himself from the rain, finally saw the familiar sentence again, "This village may become vibrant again in the future, but what you are doing is like this one that has been destroyed by you."
Like a polluted well, it can never be cleaned."
"Uncle Slava, was this a village before?" Wei Ran waited until the other party covered the well mouth with a stone slab before asking.
Slava stood up unsteadily and explained lonely, "Before the war started, there were many lumberjacks living here, and it was also called the lumberjack village. Later, the Germans came in, and all the lumberjacks here went
He left the front line and never came back."
Having said this, Slava raised his hand and pointed at the female pilot Alissa who was standing in a daze under a pine tree in the distance. "Her father was a lumberjack here. When we decided to build a hospital,
She brought us here. She said she would know as soon as her father came back from the front, but...sigh..."
Wei Ran was startled, and was about to say something when the bearded Aufjie came over, sat down on the edge of the well covered with stone slabs, took out a wine bottle from his arms, unscrewed it, and took a sip, then
He handed it to Slava, "Old friend, take your people to our camp."
"Going to your place?" Slava asked back, then took the wine bottle, took a sip, and handed it to Wei Ran.
"The hospital is gone"
Ofje reminded, "But we got a lot of good stuff from that train, didn't we? And I heard that old bastard Antip also successfully bombed the freight station and brought back a lot of supplies and manpower.
You were stationed near here to protect the hospital. Although the hospital is gone now, with the materials we obtained, we still have a chance to rebuild a hospital, right?"
Ofdey paused for a moment when he said this. Seeing that Slava did not refute, he continued, "Before this operation started, Antip and I had discussed that if we could successfully blow up the freight station and the train,
And after grabbing supplies, we will move near you and guard the hospital together.
But now that the Germans have invaded here, I think your camp may not be safe anymore. So why not move to a safer location? Also, the people in the village across from the railway have been rescued by you.
Now, there is no need to stay any longer."
"Antip also moves here?" Slava asked, looking at the other party.
Ofjei took the wine bottle from Wei Ran, nodded sincerely and said, "We were too scattered before. If we can merge together, at least this kind of thing will not happen again."
"I need to think about this carefully." Slava shook his head tiredly, "Give me some time."
"No problem." Ofjei looked around, "Okay, it's time for us to leave." After saying that, the bearded man simply stood up and looked around, directing everyone to start retreating.
"Let's go too." Slava also stood up and walked towards the half-track motorcycle not far away.
Wei Ran finally looked back at the carefully cleaned battlefield and the scrapped vehicles that had been pushed into the swamp, and limped to catch up with Uncle Slava.
This time, Slava changed from a passenger to the driver of the motorcycle, and Weiran also sat on the back seat as a passenger, holding the submachine gun in his arms.
Under their gaze, the fully loaded sledges lined up to leave the scorched earth battlefield, while Ofjei stayed at the end, burying the stone with his own hands under the light provided by a guerrilla with a flashlight.
A mine that Wei Ran was very familiar with.
Watching Ofdey get on a sledge, Slava waved to the pilot Alissa who was still standing under the tree, "Good boy, get in the car quickly, let's go back."
Alyssa, who was holding a cane in one hand, took a deep breath, limped to the side of the motorcycle, threw the cane in her hand to Wei Ran, and hopped on one foot to sit next to him.
Amidst the roar of the engine, Slava's motorcycle followed behind the sledge, leaving the sad battlefield behind. On the sledge in front of them, the two little guys Ivan and Sergey were dancing.
They were bragging about their achievements to the wounded in the same car.
Vaguely, Wei Ran could still hear secondary descriptions coming out of Ivan's mouth, such as "I almost threw a grenade into the German's mouth to kill him."
Perhaps for these young children who have no worries and do not know that their teacher Gianna has sacrificed, the war is more like an exciting game to them, but for those guerrillas with tired faces,
For the wounded who looked like they were surviving a disaster, this seemed like an endless battle, like a flash of lightning in the night sky, bringing them a moment of light and then throwing them into the cold darkness in the blink of an eye.
As the motorcycle tracks squeaked and turned, the mud mixed with withered grass was thrown everywhere, leaving two ruts behind it. But soon, these ruts were left on the last sledge.
The scattered pine needles and leaves covered it, and then the last trace of incongruity was eliminated by the water drops shaking off the tree crown, as if they should have been there.
However, the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke that filled the forest lingered for a long time on this rainy night, and even became more intense.
"Comrade reporter, how did your leg get injured?" Alyssa, who was sitting next to her, asked abruptly. While speaking, she took out a slightly melted sugar cube from her pocket and handed it to Wei Ran.
"He was blown up by a grenade while fighting the Germans with Slava."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Ran took the sugar cube from the opponent's hand and threw it into his mouth, then pointed at the opponent's left foot that was wrapped in several layers of gauze and asked, "You
What? How were you injured? Did you step on a nail while flying the plane?"
Wei Ran's ridicule immediately made this young girl laugh out loud, and it seemed that even her mood improved a little, "When I was flying a plane to drop bombs at the cargo terminal, a bullet passed through the plane.
The skin and floor then went through the soles of my feet."
When Alyssa said this, she also showed her cuffs to Wei Ran, "Did you see this small hole? The bullet flew up right against my cuffs and almost hit my chin."
Before Wei Ran could speak, Alyssa took out a deformed bullet head from her pocket, "Later it was embedded in the wing of the plane, and I took it off with my own hands after landing."
"You are so lucky," Wei Ran sighed in disbelief.
"I also feel lucky"
Alyssa stuffed the bullet back into her pocket and said happily, "When I have time in the future, I will find a way to make a hole in it and thread it with a rope to wear as a necklace."
"Alissa, who was that person who just flew the plane and dropped the bomb?" Wei Ran pointed to the top of his head, "That bomb was very powerful."
"That's my brother and my sister-in-law"
There was a little admiration in Alyssa's tone, "That bomb must have been made by my sister-in-law. Before the war, she also prepared the pesticides and fertilizers that my brother and I used to spray everyone from airplanes."
“Really awesome”
Wei Ran muttered with emotion, the bomb dropped from the sky not long ago played a decisive role, otherwise, this battle would not have been won so easily.
"How was your interview at Uncle Slava's camp?" Alyssa asked with interest.
"It's probably almost over..." Wei Ran replied vaguely. Logically speaking, he should have completed all his return missions, but when he can go back is not something he can decide at all.
Alyssa turned her head and glanced at Ivan and Sergey who were talking and laughing on the sledge in front of them. After hesitating for a moment, she asked in a low voice, "They... don't know yet?"
Wei Ran shook his head, "It seems like he doesn't know, but I guess I can't hide it for long..."
Alyssa sighed after hearing this, "Sister Gianna is a good person, and Brother Shula is also a good person. We have all received help from them."
Wei Ran shook his head, took out the wine bottle from the metal book under the cover of his satchel, took a sip, and then handed it to Alyssa beside him.
The latter took the wine bottle and raised his head and took a sip from the boss. Then he choked and coughed repeatedly, and his little face with some scratches turned red from suppressing it.
"First time drinking?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
Alyssa smiled sheepishly, took a small sip after catching her breath, and then returned the wine bottle to Wei Ran, "It doesn't taste good at all."
“Really not tasty”
Wei Ran put away the wine bottle and looked at the dense vegetation receding on both sides. For a moment, he didn't know what to say. He, Alissa, and even the wounded and guerrilla fighters in other cars were all there.
They tacitly searched for topics that could distract their attention, tried hard not to let the sadness show on their faces, and tried not to think about their dead companions, but obviously, this was not an easy thing.
During the unbearable wait, the sledges on which Ivan and Sergei were riding and the wounded followed Ofdey in the other direction, while the sledges carrying the corpses and some munitions were seen and unseen. The guerrillas returned to the camp where Wei Ran first lived.
In the increasingly heavy rain, the sledge loaded with corpses followed the half-track motorcycle driven by Slava and stopped under the tree where the open-air classroom was. On the wooden board nailed to the tree, Teacher Gianna The staff and notes drawn by hand are still clearly visible, but the teacher who used to take the children to sing in class every day has laid down on the sledge and lost his breath.
"Let's get started" Slava waved his hand tiredly and slowly got off the motorcycle.
After hearing this, the surviving guerrillas carefully carried the corpses on the sledges into each shack and closed the door. Then they dug up the soil on both sides of the entrance to block the door. Then they silently took out their bayonets and dug into these shacks. On a nearby tree trunk, the name of the deceased person and the specific time were carefully carved.
As for those without names, they are engraved with men and women, time, and a powerful sentence: "These people who are destined to be forgotten sacrificed their lives for the Soviet Union."
At the door of Teacher Gianna's shack, Uncle Slava refused everyone's help. Like an old father, he personally sent the broken bodies of Shula and Gianna inside. He helped them close the simple wooden door with his own hands, and then Digging up the soil with your own hands to block the door.
Finally, the silent and dull old man took out a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket, and a cotton tank hat from his bag, and placed them all on the branches of the oak tree at the door of the shack.
Until the old man used a bayonet to carve the names of Gianna and Shura and the time of sacrifice on the tree trunk. Many guerrillas had also gathered under the open-air classroom.
"salute!"
Uncle Slava shouted hoarsely and silently raised his arms, while the guerrillas behind him, holding back tears, pointed their rifles or submachine guns at the night sky and pulled the triggers.
After three crisp gunshots, Slava, who seemed to have aged more than ten years, turned his head and asked Wei Ran with a trace of prayer, "Victor... Comrade journalists, will anyone remember them?" Will anyone know what they did?"
"Yes, for sure." Wei Ran made a categorical guarantee, "No one will forget them. Those who live in the future will remember them."
"That's good, that's good..."
Slava turned around tiredly and staggered to the side of the half-track motorcycle, "Let's go back, what happened to Victor, Alyssa, Jaina and Shula... don't let those children know, They... are pitiful enough."
"I understand." Wei Ran and Alyssa gave their promises in no particular order.
