When his vision returned to normal, Wei Ran immediately noticed that he was crowded on the bed of a truck with a group of ragged people, and not far away from him, there was a man sitting with a clear nose and slurping his hands.
The young man with big teeth was shivering. At this time, he was covering a tattered Soviet Budyonny hat on his head with his frostbitten hands.
Next to this young man is a middle-aged man who looks to be in his forties. We can still see whip marks mixed with blood on this middle-aged man's thin clothes.
In his arms was a Soviet Shapka winter hat that was shedding heavily, and the young man's feet were curled up in the hat.
Around these two people, the conditions of other people were not good either. Some of them had their hands stuffed into a Soviet Red Army cotton-padded jacket with exposed cotton, and some were assigned a piece or even half a trouser leg. At this time, they were using small stones to
I cut it open and wrapped it around my frostbitten feet, and then carefully tied it tightly with cloth strips I found from nowhere.
Looking up at the gorgeous aurora in the night sky, Wei Ran looked down at his clothes. Each of his feet was wrapped with a piece of unknown animal skin. The clothes on his body were not only thin and pitiful, but also in tatters. The cold wind blew over them.
A layer of goose bumps will appear immediately, followed by uncontrollable trembling.
Looking outside the car, there are dense coniferous forests on both sides. From time to time, trucks or cars will drive hard on the snow-covered road.
Just when he was looking at it, the truck stopped with a creak. Before he could react, the people around him had already stuffed their sleeves, trouser legs, or hats into their arms very quickly.
In the crotch.
Soon, two German soldiers came over from the cab, smashed the cargo compartment with the butts of their submachine guns, and loudly waved to everyone to get out of the car.
As the crowd jumped out of the truck, the two soldiers immediately shouted and the crowd divided into groups of four or five.
Seeing this, Wei Ran pushed his way into the group of the two men with hats hidden in their arms at the cost of a gun butt on his shoulder.
Soon, after the team was assigned, one of the soldiers took them to another truck to get pickaxes and shovels. He drove them forward a hundred meters, and together they cleaned up the debris that had buried most of the road.
Gravel and ice and snow, and a pine tree as thick as your waist.
"Ding!"
Wei Ran wielded the pickaxe and lightly chipped into the gravel mixed with ice and snow, while focusing on the surrounding environment.
This place is located at a crossroads, with a small but extremely steep hill sandwiched between the two roads. They are located on the right side of this fork in the road. On the right side of the road, there is a sparse but beautiful area.
Endless coniferous forest.
What they were digging was the gravel, snow and the fallen pine tree that had rolled down the hill between the two roads and blocked most of the road.
"Ding!"
The pickaxe in Wei Ran's hand lightly struck the same stone for the second time, and then he noticed that the young man with the Budyonni hat hidden in his arms touched him with his elbow and winked behind him.
Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't even look back. He raised his pickaxe and hit the joint between the stone and the surrounding snow hard.
"Ding!"
After a louder knocking sound than before, Wei Ran pried out a piece of gravel that was half the size of a washbasin, and the four people around him immediately helped move the gravel to one side, and then shoveled the snow.
He put it into a basket and handed it over to the people around him to carry it away.
When Wei Ran raised his pickaxe for the fourth time, two German soldiers holding cigarettes in their hands happened to pass by them, leaving only a fleeting smell of nicotine mixed in the cold wind.
When the two soldiers walked away, Wei Ran noticed that the people around him all breathed a sigh of relief, and even the movements of their hands became more perfunctory.
A moment later, a half-track motorcycle drove over from the front of the convoy. At the rear of the motorcycle, two German soldiers with cigarettes in their hands were sitting, and between them and the driver, a two-person motorcycle was fixed.
The chain saw, and on the cargo compartment with the sled dragged to the rear of the motorcycle, there were two backpacks, a few barrels of oil, and a large roll of canvas that I didn't know what to use for it.
As Wei Ran quietly observed, the two German soldiers sitting at the back of the car flicked away their cigarette butts and started the chain saw, easily cutting off the crown of the pine tree. The captive laborers waiting around also immediately stepped forward.
, cut off the branches with an ax and moved them aside, barely clearing a gap for the truck to pass through.
At this point, the long convoy started moving forward again, while Wei Ran and others continued to clean up the gravel and snow at the roots.
On the other hand, the two soldiers operating the chain saw tied the tools in their hands to the half-track motorcycle again, and then greeted the driver to the truck responsible for pulling the prisoners of war on the side of the road. Apparently they wanted to wait for the prisoners to remove the gravel and
Clear away the snow and wait until the remaining half of the pine tree is no longer in danger of falling and injuring anyone before continuing.
Soon, all this long convoy passed through the temporarily cleared intersection, and there were only two trucks, one half-track motorcycle, less than ten German soldiers with weapons, and a group of shivering but...
Prisoners who had to work hard.
At this moment, even Wei Ran began to swing the pickaxe with all his strength, because he knew that if he continued to waste time here, nothing would happen to the Germans hiding in the cab, but they would definitely be killed.
freeze to death.
Not to mention that this intersection is like a bellows. Not only is the cold wind getting more and more violent, but the snowflakes floating above the head are getting bigger and bigger. On the contrary, the aurora that was still visible just now has completely disappeared.
I don’t know how much time passed, but when Wei Ran, who was digging rocks in the wind and snow, felt that his limbs were almost numb from the cold, a thin young man fell to his feet with a thud, trembling in his mouth.
While shouting something, he actually started tearing the few clothes on his body.
Seeing this, Wei Ran secretly sighed. He knew that it was a sign of hypothermia and death. If he could be warmed up at this time, he might be saved. Otherwise, the young man would soon freeze to death.
Just at this moment, two gunshots suddenly came from the direction behind him! Before he could react, the prisoners around him ran over in a swarm waving the tools in their hands!
In the heavy snow that was flying all over the sky, the car lights that had just turned on were smashed by the prisoners with the tools in their hands. Immediately afterwards, Wei Ran vaguely saw a dozen people surrounding the two trucks, like zombies sieging the city.
The German soldiers in the cab were pulled out, and after frantically swinging the pickaxe on their bodies and faces, they scrambled to snatch their clothes and weapons!
Immediately afterwards, it seemed that two prisoners climbed into the cab respectively, shouting words that Wei Ran could not understand. The prisoners who were snatching the soldiers' clothes immediately dropped their tools and hurriedly climbed into the cargo compartment.
.
At this time, the young man with the Budyonni winter hat hidden in his arms was about to rush over, but was pulled by the middle-aged man who had warmed his feet before and hid in the shadow of the pine tree.
Wei Ran glanced at the other two people who were hiding in the shadows, and without hesitation pulled the young man at his feet who was about to be stuffed and followed them.
Under the helpless gazes of the six of them, the two trucks that had been robbed by the prisoners made a rough U-turn. One drove in the direction they came from, and the other turned onto another fork in the road. A few more smart ones,
Taking the stolen clothes and weapons, he ran into the forest on the left rear.
Until this time, the middle-aged man immediately pointed to the corpses of the German soldiers and the half-track motorcycle that were left on the spot, said something, and then ran out first.
He glanced at the other people who had followed him out, and then at the young man at his feet who was tearing off his clothes. Wei Ran gritted his teeth and took out the Soviet cloak and the pair of marching boots with foot wraps from the metal book.
.
Covering the young man who was about to freeze to death with his cloak, Wei Ran tore off the animal skins wrapped around his feet, wrapped the foot wraps around his feet as quickly as possible and put on his boots.
However, just like this moment of busyness, he discovered that on the only road where no prisoners could escape, there was another half-track motorcycle with a sled bucket attached to it! What's more terrible is that behind the motorcycle,
The two people sitting had already raised their submachine guns!
At the critical moment, Wei Ran took out the pistol in the metal book without thinking, hid in the shadows, pointed it at the three people in the car, and pulled the trigger one after another!
At the same time, among the remaining prisoners, the middle-aged man who seemed to be in a leadership position had already picked up a Mauser rifle that had not been taken away by the escaped prisoners and pulled the trigger!
The gunshots suppressed by the silencer in Wei Ran's hand, the gunshots of the Mauser rifle in the middle-aged man's hands, and the gunshots of the submachine guns in the hands of the two German soldiers sounded almost at the same time!
The brief exchange of fire came to an abrupt end when the half-track motorcycle suddenly appeared and hit a pine tree on the side of the road. Wei Ran also sat down on the man who was no longer tearing off his clothes in the indescribable sense of brain failure.
Around young people.
Amidst the blackness in front of his eyes, he watched the middle-aged man sit on the ground with his hands on his thighs, and watched him direct the three young people around him to rush towards the two half-tracks that were left behind.
motorcycle.
After a while, Wei Ran took a shaky breath, and the indescribable feeling finally subsided, leaving only a slight nausea like motion sickness.
"Why is it so serious this time..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, shook his head vigorously, then put away his pistol and looked at the young man lying next to him. After a while, he had stopped struggling and tried to put his fingers to his nostrils.
Only then did he realize that the other party had stopped breathing.
After glancing at a half-track motorcycle that was driving towards him, Wei Ran put away the cloak covering the opponent as quickly as possible and stood up.
"Is he okay?" The young man with the Budyonny hat hidden in his arms drove over on a half-track to greet him. While speaking, he took out the old hat from his arms and put it on his head.
"Dead, already dead." Wei Ran stood up unsteadily and responded in the language he had just learned. Strangely speaking, the sequelae of learning a new language this time seemed to be much more serious than forgetting several times.
"Get in the car quickly," the middle-aged man sitting in the back seat of the motorcycle greeted while tying his thighs with the armed belt he picked up. "It won't be long before the Germans will catch up."
"Uncle Kantan, where are we going?" As he spoke, two other skinny men drove the half-track that also had a cargo bucket and a two-man chain saw fixed to the hood.
"You are Kantan..."
Wei Ran was about to say something when the middle-aged man known as Kangtan first pointed to the pine trees not far away, and then pointed to the coniferous forest on the right and said, "We are running to the north, but where
Before that, we first got some pine branches and tied them behind the cargo bucket, so that we can cover up some traces. Everyone, hang on, it looks like the blizzard is coming soon, and we have a good chance of escaping!"