At an intersection where the cold wind was howling, a large enough pine branch was tied to the back of the cargo buckets pulled by two half-track motorcycles.
After the other two young men quickly collected all the trophies they could find, they immediately drove into the coniferous forest on the right side of the road under the command of the middle-aged man named Kantan.
Before setting off, Wei Ran also found an opportunity to take out the Soviet cloak from the metal book and put it on himself. As for the origin of the cloak, he was almost freezing to death and didn't care how to explain it. At worst, he picked it up on the road.
"Dorian, turn off the car lights!" Kantan, who was sitting side by side with Wei Ran, twisted his neck and yelled.
"But..."
Before the boy wearing a Soviet budyonni winter hat could finish his words, Kantan continued, "Close it quickly!"
"good!"
Dorian hurriedly turned off the headlights, almost moving forward and backward, and the half-track following him also took the initiative to turn off the headlights.
"Your name is Kantan?" Wei Ran didn't wait for the other party to respond, then pointed at the thigh wound that the other party was covering, "Do you want me to help you look at the wound?"
"Are you a doctor?" Kantan turned around and asked, while speaking, he tightened the belt around his legs.
"Veterinarian" Wei Ran answered vaguely.
"Wait a minute, now is not the time to stop." Kantan waved his hand to reject Wei Ran, turned his head and said, "Dorian, speed up!"
"Which direction...?" asked a young man named Dorian.
"Keep moving forward, as long as you don't hit a tree, keep moving forward." Kantan responded with a slightly louder voice, then looked down at the boots on Wei Ran's feet and asked curiously, "What's your name?"
?Why haven’t I seen you before?”
"Victor," Wei Ran said nonchalantly, "I was in another car before."
"That's it"
Kantan responded noncommittally, then fell into silence. He only glanced at the watch he had just snatched from the corpse from time to time, and then glanced at the cargo compartment being dragged by the crawler motorcycle.
“The snow is not heavy enough”
Wei Ran also stared at the snow on the cargo bed and said as if talking to himself, "At this speed, it will be difficult to cover the ruts in half an hour, not to mention the surrounding pine trees blocking too much snow."
"Dorian, be careful to choose a place with fewer trees." Kantan reminded him again, tilting his head, "but the general direction remains unchanged."
"Okay...ok" Dorian responded tremblingly.
"Kantan, are you and Dorian from the Soviet Union?" Wei Ran pointed to each other's hat as he spoke.
"We are not Soviets"
Kantan pressed the hat on his head, "This was obtained from the body that was accidentally dug up when we were smoothing the road the day before yesterday. Dorian and I were lucky, and each of us got a hat."
"Corpse?" Wei Ran was stunned.
"A lot of corpses, at least more than a hundred." Kantan looked at Wei Ran strangely, "You haven't encountered them?"
Wei Ran shook the cloak on his body and said as he walked down the slope, "We met. I was lucky enough to pick up a cloak."
"You are indeed lucky."
Kantan pressed the hat on his head again, "When I grabbed this hat, the scalp was still stuck inside, but it was so warm. If I wasn't worried about being shot, I wouldn't want to think about it for a moment.
Take it off."
"Could it be that they were the corpses left behind by the Soviet Red Army soldiers during the winter battlefield?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, but no longer bothered about the origin of the two hats. Although this was far from the answer he expected, it was obvious that what was more important now was how to run as far as possible before freezing to death.
a little.
I don't know whether it was because of luck or the intensifying snowstorm. More than half an hour later, when they had to stop amid the almost suffocating cold wind and the blinding heavy snow, there was no one behind them.
movement.
"Stop! Stop first!"
Kantan called to Dorian who was driving, and the half-track behind him stopped side by side next to a fallen pine tree.
"We! We must... we must avoid it!" Kantan shouted with his eyes narrowed, and while speaking, his body was swaying.
"There's no way to make a fire in this damn weather!" The man in charge of driving another motorcycle covered his eyes and replied in the howling cold wind. He was wearing exactly the same clothes that Wei Ran was in the shelter.
The protective coat found on the motorcycle is also the warmest piece of clothing everyone wears.
"I remember... there was... a roll of canvas... on the cargo compartment of your motorcycle."
Wei Ran, who was also about to freeze to death, shivered and pointed at a waist-thick pine tree not far away, "Surround it, surround it, and fix it with a motorcycle."
"Gail...quick...go and take a look!" Kantan urged.
Upon hearing this, the man named Gale immediately asked another young man in the same car to move the oil drum in the cargo compartment, and then discovered that there was actually a large roll of greasy canvas inside.
"This canvas is really big!" Gale said happily.
"It seems to be an insulated tent used to park armored vehicles."
Dorian, a young man with most of his body pressed against the hood panel, said, "I've seen those Germans use this thing."
“We’ve seen it too”
While Gale was speaking, he was about to shake out the large roll of canvas, but he didn't want to be held down by Wei Ran and the last man whose name he didn't know in any order.
"Quentin, and you...what are you doing?" A man named Gale asked in confusion.
Wei Ran glanced at the man named Quentin, who said simply, "With such a strong wind, once you shake it off, it will fly away and you won't be able to catch it back. So fix it to the car with a rope first."
"
"well!"
Upon hearing this, Gale quickly put a rope tied with canvas through the buttonhole and tied it to the road wheel of the half-track motorcycle. Then he carefully unfolded it under Wei Ran's command, and then wrapped it around Wei Ran.
The selected pine tree was wrapped in a circle and tied tightly with a leather belt that was picked up not long ago. At the same time, the two sled buckets dragged by motorcycles were also included in the tent.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! While they were finishing their work, Dorian and the man named Quentin had already waved the shovel, and one covered the outer edge with snow.
, one of them got inside according to Wei Ran's instructions, and pressed against the trunk of the tree to solidify all the little snow inside.
"Don't let the car stall," Quentin reminded Gale, and then helped Kantan, who was shot in the thigh, into the makeshift tent.
"We don't have much oil," Gale muttered. He checked the two cars separately to make sure the engines were running, and then followed Wei Yan into the tent.
"Is there a light?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice, "I want to check Kantan's wound."
"I have it!" As Dorian spoke, he had already taken out a square flashlight from the pocket of the bloodstained German uniform and turned on the switch.
"Turn it off!" Wei Ran and others shouted in unison. Dorian was frightened and hurriedly turned off the switch and handed it to Wei Ran.
"I'll go outside and keep an eye on it." Gale, who was wearing the warmest clothes, had already bent down and got out of the tent before he finished speaking.
Taking the flashlight, Wei Ran unbuttoned the Soviet cloak he was wearing, covered the two cargo buckets that extended into the tent with the cloak, and inspected them.
I have to admit that there are quite a lot of things in these two cargo compartments. In the cargo compartment towed by the motorcycles Weiran and Kantan were riding, except for three bulging soldier backpacks, the rest of the space was filled with everything.
It's food, a bag of flour, a basket of potatoes, onions and a mixture of carrots.
The most important thing is that in a metal box that looked particularly familiar to him, there were six bottles of potato wine printed in Finnish, as well as a tin can of cheese and a large bottle of coarse salt! Of course, there were also some German marks and different
The face value of Finnish banknotes, and the cigarettes that take up almost all the remaining space at the bottom!
Are you afraid that you have robbed the chef or the quartermaster's purchasing cart? Wei Ran secretly joked, and after snapping the lid of the metal box, he took out two small first aid kits from the armed belts scattered in the cargo compartment.
box.
"Dorian, and Quentin, help me hold the cloak so the light doesn't shine through."
When Wei Ran saw the two men nodding, he immediately covered Kantan's thighs and his upper body with his cloak. When he turned on the flashlight switch on his collar, he was finally able to see Kantan's injuries clearly.
Fortunately, although the wound tore open the flesh, it was just a bloody opening caused by the bullet. Not only did it not damage the blood vessels or bones, the bullet did not even stay inside.
Wei Ran roughly tore open the pants around the wound, opened the first aid box, took out a small packet of sulfa powder and sprinkled it on the wound, and then wrapped the wound with dressing and gauze while Kantan groaned.
Then he opened the belt tied around the wound. Wei Ran waited for a moment and saw that there was no large amount of blood leaking from the wound, and then turned off the flashlight.
"How's the situation?" Dorian asked eagerly.
"It's not bad, just a flesh wound."
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he stood up and put his cloak back on his body. Then he took out a bulging backpack from the cargo compartment he had just rummaged through and opened it.
It wasn't until he took out a sleeping bag, a set of warm knitted clothes and training clothes from inside that a smile appeared on his face. Needless to say, the set of knitted clothes and pants, but this sleeping bag, in Germany during World War II,
However, only soldiers deployed in the northernmost region will be issued it.
"Sleeping bag?" Kantan's eyes lit up immediately after Wei Ran handed him the sleeping bag.
"We also have three backpacks in the car!" As Quentin spoke, he had already picked up three backpacks from another cargo compartment that extended into the tent.
"Put them all on," Kantan whispered, "at least you won't freeze to death."
"Finally... finally I have something to wear!" When Dorian took the knitted clothes from Wei Ran, his body was swaying uncontrollably.
