When the white light in his field of vision faded and Wei Ran saw the metal notebooks spread on the dead trees, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the wet ground. But then, he felt a warmth coming from his thighs.
Severe pain like tearing.
Isn’t it cured?…
Wei Ran gritted his teeth and muttered, untied his pants shakily, and took off the thermal pants inside. Then he saw that the injured area was already red and swollen. He tried to curl up his legs, but that was all.
A simple act of bending his knees caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
"It hurts twice if you get hurt once..."
Wei Ran cursed the metal book placed on the dry log next to him in dissatisfaction, and shivered and put on his pants again. At the same time, the pattern drawn on page 18 of the metal book had also turned into a picture.
Slightly blurry black and white photo.
Although he couldn't see the face of the person in the photo clearly, he could still tell that the man laying landmines in the photo was none other than Ofjay, the bearded guerrilla captain with whom he had not had much communication. And here.
Under the photo, a metal quill pen also wrote a string of words...
"The dream of starting a prairie fire"
Partisan Shura died in an ambush on a German railway line on October 9, 1942. In April 1943, he was posthumously awarded the Partisan Order of the Patriotic War Second Class.
Partisan Gianna died in the battle to rescue the guerrilla hospital on October 9, 1942. In April 1943, she was posthumously awarded the Medal of Bravery and the Partisan Order of the Patriotic War Second Class.
Partisan Slava, during the Belorussian Campaign in 1944, joined the 34th Guards Tank Brigade as a T-34 driver and assisted in destroying three German tanks. On July 13 of the same year, the tank he was driving was hit by an anti-tank gun and died.
During his service, he was awarded the Patriotic War Partisan Order 2nd Class, the Bogdan Khmelnytsky Order 3rd Class, and on November 9, 1944, he was posthumously awarded the Patriotic War Order 2nd Class.
Guerrilla Sasha, during the Belarusian Campaign in 1944, joined the 344th Infantry Division under the 33rd Army of the Second Belarusian Front and was awarded the Medal of Bravery during his service. During the Battle of Berlin in 1945, he was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet while rescuing the wounded and died.
Outside Berlin.
During the Belarusian campaign in Antip, the guerrilla member Ovdey led the guerrillas to assist the main force in forcibly crossing the Dnieper River and died. In December of the same year, he was posthumously awarded the Second Class Patriotic War Medal and the Second Class Patriotic War Guerrilla Medal to the guerrillas he led.
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Alissa, a guerrilla, enlisted in the 587th Dive Bomber Regiment in early 1943. During her service, she carried out many bombing missions. Her crew was awarded the Medal of Courage and the Medal of Victory over Germany. After retiring due to injury in 1947, she returned to Liuban and served as a pesticide sprayer pilot.
Member, never married, passed away on September 1, 1982.
Ivan, a guerrilla, was drafted into the army in 1943 and joined the 344th Infantry Division of the 33rd Army of the Second Belarusian Front. During his service, he held the highest position of platoon leader. He was awarded the Personal Bravery Medal, the Battle Medal, the Alexander Nevsky Medal, and the Second
Class Patriotic War Medal.
After retiring in 1953, he returned to Liuban. In August of the same year, he joined the local police force. He died in the line of duty while hunting down criminals in 1967. He had a son, who died in Afghanistan in June 1982.
The guerrilla Sergei went to Tula, Moscow and other places to study in 1943. From 1957, he served as a teacher in the Department of Mathematics of the Belarusian State University. He retired in 1987 and now lives in Minsk.
As he wrote this, the metal quill listed the medal numbers that these people had received, and then added a new line to list a detailed address in Minsk, as well as two sets of precise coordinates.
After a moment, the metal quill slowly wrote a question under Wei Ran's gaze, "In that colorful future world, will anyone remember them? Will anyone know what they did?"
But this time, Wei Ran was unable to answer the same question in such a firm tone as he had done not long ago.
In his silence, the pale yellow page turned to the back. The metal quill pen continued to write under the slowly rotating red whirlpool as if no one else was there, "From today on, I am also a qualified guerrilla."
In a daze, Wei Ran seemed to see the energetic young man wearing a boat cap again, his cheerful smile when he joined the army, his back fighting bravely on the battlefield, and his actions after the war.
The identity of the police continues to look like efforts to protect the people around them.
"It seems that you have realized your wish. You are already a Soviet hero, a Soviet hero who will always live in the future world created by yourself."
In an almost gibbering murmur, Wei Ran reached into the red vortex and slowly pulled out a drum-loaded Bobosha submachine gun.
Looking at the weapon in his hand, Wei Ran sighed with disappointment, sent it back to the vortex, and then put away the metal book.
I looked up at the sky blocked by the tree crowns. The early morning sun had already dyed the sky into a golden color. The water droplets on the treetops due to the melted snow also had a dazzling brilliance. But the silent sky was no longer there.
There will be no planes dropping bombs at any time, not to mention the Bo-2 plane flying quietly in the night. There will no longer be those mentally ill Germans popping up in the surrounding forests.
Perhaps the only thing that remains unchanged is the tall trees that once provided protection to the guerrillas. However, no one knows whether they have memory, and no one knows, if these trees and vegetation have memory, whether they still remember those memories.
A brave figure who once fought in the forest.
"How can a tree have a memory?"
Wei Ran muttered again as if he was nervous, waved his hand and took out the half-track motorcycle from the metal book, took off the polar bear skin blanket fixed on it and spread it on the damp grass to sit down, then took out the Guqin Yaoguang, right here
In the virgin forest that was also forgotten, a Guangling San song that was not suitable for the occasion was played slowly.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After a long time, when the last piano sound dissipated, Wei Ran, who felt much calmer, looked around and said with a smile as if chatting with friends,
"I have learned a new song called Drunkard, let me play it for you too!"
A moment later, a tune with some wanton freedom and cheerfulness jumped out from the resonance cavity of the Guqin Yaoguang. Along with the water vapor evaporated by the rising sun in the forest, it floated into the distance and floated into the non-existent ears of those flowers, plants and trees without memory.
inside.
After playing the only two pieces of music he knew, Wei Ran took a long breath and felt much more relaxed. He carefully put away the case containing the guqin, then endured the pain in his legs, rolled up the bear skin and fixed it again.
On the half-track motorcycle, he took it back into the metal book.
Finally, carrying the rusty scraps of metal, Wei Ran left the forest, limping one step at a time, and got back into the car borrowed from Diane, the head of the Edelweiss organization.
Rubbing his face vigorously, he took out the metal book again and copied all the two sets of coordinates recorded in it into his mobile phone. Then he took out the laptop that Kajianka gave him and entered them one by one.
To his expectation, one of the two sets of addresses was located almost 20 kilometers away from the northeast corner of Liuban Reservoir, a small village surrounded by vast farmland. But the name of this small village displayed on the satellite map turned out to be "
Guerrilla Village”!
The location displayed by the second set of coordinates was not far from the ruins of the hospital that Diane and others discovered. Fortunately for him, this location was still surrounded by virgin forest. Even at the edge of the nearest forest, there were
It's about a distance of about two kilometers.
From the relative positions of these two points, he could roughly determine that the small village called "guerrilla village" was the new camp where Slava moved his people.
If that's the case, maybe there are still people in that village who know what happened? Or, to put it another way, there are still people there who remember what they did?
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran finally started the car, endured the pain in his thigh, and slowly returned to Liu Ban's hotel.
Just like every concern, there is obviously no way to explain the investigation results given so early, so this matter is destined to be delayed.
Limping back to the room, Wei Ran covered himself with a quilt and took out the photo in the metal book from the paper bag next to it, stuck it on the window and looked at it one by one.
Following his memory, he found the group photo of Ivan and Sergey from the photo negatives, and then found the last group photo taken. After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran took out his cell phone and called Diane.
As soon as the call was connected, Wei Ran took the initiative and asked, "Ms. Diane, have you found anything at the excavation site?"
"Your call came at the right time."
Diane said with some excitement, "Last night, Prohor discovered a light armored reconnaissance vehicle used by Germany in World War II in the swamp."
"Are there any other discoveries?" Wei Ran continued to ask.
"bones"
Diane continued to answer. "There are almost the same bones as those found in the well, but the number is very large, and it can even be said to be scary. But these bones are basically broken, just like the armored reconnaissance vehicle, Pluto
Hall said it felt like it had been bombed."
Wasn't it just that it was bombed... Wei Ran muttered to himself, the power of that homemade bomb was still fresh in his memory.
Seeing that Wei Ran was silent, Diane took the initiative and asked, "Mr. Victor, are you interested in coming over and taking a look?"
"No"
Wei Ran thought for a moment and then replied, "If it's convenient, just take a few more photos for me. Ms. Diane, I'm calling you because I'm going back."
"go back?"
Diane obviously misunderstood Wei Ran's idea and said hurriedly, "Mr. Victor, we will give you a satisfactory reward as soon as possible."
"No no no"
Wei Ran smiled and replied, "It has nothing to do with the commission. I just want to go to the archives in Minsk to see if I can find anything. As for the commission, how about we wait until I get the results of the investigation?"
"Really?" Diane asked in disbelief.
"of course it's true"
"I'm going back to Liuban now!" Diane said excitedly, "Mr. Victor, I'm going back now, and then I'll take you to Minsk right away!"
"I'll wait for you at the hotel." After saying this, Wei Ran hung up the phone.
