When Wei Ran and Teacher Dalia returned to Valentina's home with a large amount of food they had bought, the street outside the window was already lit with dim street lights. Valentina was obviously relieved. Obviously, this poor
The old lady was very worried that Wei Ran and Dalia would not come back.
In the busy work of three people, a sumptuous dinner was served on the table. Wei Ran also took the initiative to prepare a large plate of sweet and sour tomatoes and scrambled eggs, as well as a plate that was not too friendly for a fork or a spoon.
Fried shredded potatoes.
After accompanying Valentina to finish dinner slowly, Weiyan, with Dalia's help, successfully borrowed the tank gun firing pin that was packed in a canvas bag.
Accordingly, in order to dispel Valentina's few doubts, Teacher Dalia also promised to come and sit with her "after get off work" every day.
After bidding farewell to Valentina who was standing at the top of the stairs to see her off, Wei Ran followed Dalia downstairs and got into the car. The latter stepped on the accelerator and asked, "Go back to the forest farm with me?"
"I might have to go home first."
Wei Ran shook the canvas bag in his hand and said, "I have to take the time to study this thing carefully before leaving for Egypt tomorrow. I also need to check some information at the same time. None of this can be done at the forest farm."
Hearing this, Dalia was silent for a moment and slightly increased the speed of the car, "Then come back to the forest farm with me first, and then you drive back by yourself."
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, then turned his head and asked tentatively, "Why don't you go back and take a look? I have renovated that house, and inside..."
"No need," Dalia responded in a muffled voice, even with a hint of irritation in her tone.
"Feel sorry..."
"Nothing." Dalia fumbled and took out the cigarette case, popped a cigarette into her mouth, lit it, and then lowered the window.
Suddenly, the cool evening breeze filled the carriage with noise and stopped what Wei Ran was about to say.
Rushing back to the forest farm at a lightning speed, Dalia opened the car door and walked to the consultation center without even saying hello.
"Did I say the wrong thing..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, opened the door, shifted to the driver's seat, turned the steering wheel and drove towards the city again.
When he drove the car to the shore of Kaban Lake, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, but the whole building was brightly lit, and he could even vaguely hear the intermittent sound of a piano with no complete rhythm.
When he drove the car into the courtyard, the sound of the piano stopped, and then his aunt Zhou Shujin opened the door.
"Why are you back?" Zhou Shujin asked curiously, "Didn't you say you were staying at the studio tonight?"
"I forgot some luggage," Wei Ran replied as he locked the door, "I will go directly to the airport tomorrow."
"Your careless behavior is exactly the same as Suisui's"
Zhou Shujin shook her head dumbfounded, "I'm going to learn to play the piano while you're not here. Have you eaten? I'll get you something to eat?"
"No, I've already eaten." Wei Ran said after entering the door, "Auntie, I have to be busy for a while."
"You go about your business first." Zhou Shujin waved her hand nonchalantly, "Can I prepare breakfast for you tomorrow?"
"No," Wei Ran responded quickly, "I have to leave early tomorrow morning, so you don't have to get up and work."
"Go and get busy!" Zhou Shujin waved her hands and sat down again in front of the pretentious upright piano in the hall on the first floor.
Amidst the intermittent sound of the piano, Wei Ran jogged all the way to the bedroom on the second floor. He locked the door and drew the curtains.
He casually took out the artillery firing pin from the small canvas bag and placed it on the bedside table, but Wei Ran hesitated.
He was not sure whether the firing pin could be "spotted" by the metal book, nor was he sure what kind of danger there would be behind it.
But he can be sure that apart from the possible reward from the metal book, he will most likely not get any additional benefits this time. Or to put it more bluntly, he was actually a little impulsive when he agreed to Teacher Dalia’s request for help.
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"Is it worth it..."
Wei Ran looked at the firing pin on the bedside table and hesitated. He hoped that the firing pin came from the Stalingrad battlefield, but at the same time he was afraid of the dangers he might encounter in that flesh and blood millstone.
But what if we really could go back to that battlefield, what if we really had a chance to meet those familiar people? What if we really had a chance to see that little girl who went to die again?
Although he knew that this possibility was so slim that it was infinitely close to zero, he was really moved.
At the same time, he also knew that the source of this impulse was actually the regret and guilt that had accumulated in his heart for a long time, and even the guilt that he should not have to bear. After the impulse, Wei Ran forced himself to regain his senses.
, start analyzing situations you may encounter.
To sum up, there are only two situations: return to the battlefield of Stalingrad, or enter other battlefields.
If it were the battlefield of Stalingrad, the situation would undoubtedly be much more dangerous. Whether he could survive might depend on luck. But at least, the regret that has been lingering in his heart for a long time might be alleviated.
If not, then the only things we might encounter during the same period are the Battle of Kursk and the slightly later Battle of Kharkiv. Compared to the bloody Stalingrad, these two battles were somewhat safer - even if it was only relative.
In other words, the most difficult thing is the Battle of Stalingrad?
Wei Ran, who has been trying to convince himself in his heart, has relaxed his tense emotions a little. In the past two years, he has entered the battlefield again and again and studied hard at the Hongqi Forest Farm again and again. He should have made some progress, right?
In that case, isn't it...
Wei Ran patted his forehead and began to analyze from another angle.
"Since in the autumn of 1943, a political commissar personally delivered the firing pin to Valentina. Does that mean that at least there was an insider about what happened at that time? If there is an insider, that means there are survivors.
By?"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Taking a deep breath, Weiran continued to think along this line of thinking. In this case, it can at least prove that the tank that once used this firing pin did not suddenly
It was completely destroyed. Thinking of this, he completely relaxed. Although he was not sure which battlefield he would be sent to by the metal book, at least he could help the poor old man.
"It's not the first time I've been sent back by that crappy notebook, so why should I be so worried? Besides, since that crappy notebook gave me the ability to return to those battlefields, it probably didn't want to see me being picky and fearful of death...
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Wei Ran stroked the tattoo on his left hand and muttered to himself. After a moment, a free and easy smile appeared on his face. Since he had chosen to make a fortune by relying on that shabby book to support his family, he should have corrected himself long ago.
attitude.
Thinking of this, a metal book with mottled rust appeared quietly and was spread out flatly on the bedside table. Amidst the sound of turning pages, the light yellow pages recording various stories were turned over in an orderly manner.
Finally stopped at the blank page 21.
"Just think of it as an impulse..."
As Wei Ran muttered to himself, the metal quill slowly drew a cannon firing pin on the page.
In this increasingly clear picture, the firing pin is hung by a rope around someone's neck. I don't know if it is intentional, but the picture does not include the person's face, but you can vaguely see it.
What he was leaning against seemed to be a tank whose tracks had fallen off and there were still some flames burning.
After a moment of waiting, lines of text appeared under this picture:
Role identity: Tank electromechanical engineer Victor
Conditions for return: Help destroy at least one Panther tank, hold a funeral for tank driver Vajim, and take at least one group photo.
Panther tank?
Wei Ran's heart twitched. At this time, he was almost certain that this time was probably not the Battle of Stalingrad that he was both looking forward to and fearing. Instead, there was a high probability that it would be the Battle of Kursk!
Almost at the same time he thought of this, his field of vision was replaced by intense white light. Immediately afterwards, a picture flashed across his eyes quickly.
"Telescope, hip flask, Bobosha submachine gun...that's all? Gone?"
Wei Ran couldn't help but froze when he saw the white light appeared in front of him again, and then he felt the violent bumps and the engine noise that filled the whole body. What was more obvious than these was the sultry heat and mixture that felt like being stuffed into an oven.
It has a bit of a pungent diesel smell.
"Bang!"
Before his vision could be fully restored, Wei Ran felt his head hit something hard due to the bump. Fortunately, he seemed to be wearing something on his head, so the impact scared him.
It jumped, but it didn't hurt too much.
Subconsciously grasping the things around him, he finally saw the surrounding situation clearly after a period of frantic blinking.
At this moment, he was sitting in a small tank cabin wearing a leather tank hat. There was a dim yellow light not far away, allowing him to barely see the side of the tank driver.
Looking directly ahead, there is the handle of a DTM heading machine gun, and under the feet, in addition to the locked tank escape hatch, there is a German oil drum that smells bad and seems to have been crushed.
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But what made him grit his teeth the most was that he had just appeared on the stage, and the pants he was wearing had already dropped below his knees. Even the gadgets used to pass on the family line were swinging with the bumps of the tank.
Reality.
"Victor!" the man driving the tank next to him shouted at the top of his lungs, "Victor! Are you deaf?!"
"What's the matter?!" After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran crossed his legs and asked in a loud voice.
"Either quickly close the lid of your urinal, or quickly throw it out through the escape door! By the way, quickly put on your pants, we will arrive at our destination soon!"
The man driving the tank paused and continued to shout at the top of his lungs, "You should focus on the observation hole in front of you that is thinner than your dick and be ready to fire at any time! Instead of staring at the dancing Cossack.
The dancing dick is in a daze!"
Before the tank driver who was suspected to be Vajim finished speaking, the commander and loader in the turret behind him laughed unscrupulously.
"This lousy book really knows how to do things..."
Wei Ran cursed secretly amidst the harsh noise, and awkwardly put on his pants with some urine stains on them. Then he bent over with difficulty to open the escape hatch cover at his feet, and smashed the broken oil drum that served as a urinal.
