When Weiran followed Agafon back to the broken-down tank, Vajim and Roman had already dug a big enough hole under the damaged road wheel. At this time, they were busy dismantling the road wheel that was damaged by the mine.
.
"How was the harvest?" Roman stopped what he was doing and asked.
“I got a lot of good things back”
Agafond returned the pistol to Roman, pointed to the village behind him and said in a low voice, "In addition, there seem to be some Germans hiding there. I have helped them seal the entrance to the cellar."
"We'll go take a look later. Now come over and help."
While Roman put away his pistol, Agafond had already stuffed the bulging canvas bag into the driver's seat of the tank, and greeted Weiran as if nothing happened and began to disassemble the spare tracks fixed to the front armor.
Frankly speaking, repairing a tank is definitely a physically unpleasant job. Whether it is replacing the road wheels or cleaning up the damaged track, or even just smashing out the track pins, you need to be strong.
While they were busy here, a truck following behind drove up along the tracks. After making some inquiries to ensure that no one was injured, they simply dropped a large barrel of diesel fuel and drove away.
"Aren't they waiting for us?" Wei Ran, who was already covered in mud, asked nonsense.
"The Germans at the front are waiting for them."
Roman used a sledgehammer to knock off the damaged road wheel, "What we can do is repair the tank as soon as possible, and then follow up as soon as possible."
"Also, be careful not to be killed by the Germans hiding nearby."
While Vajim was speaking, he had already taken out a tin bucket filled with yellow sand from the rear of the car, poured a cup of diesel oil into it and said, "But taking advantage of this little time, we can have something to eat."
"I remember finding more than half a box of butter in the tank we destroyed yesterday."
Agafond shook off the mud on his hands and said, "It's hanging near the ammunition rack. Victor and I just found white bread and sausages, which are just right for frying."
"give it to me"
Vadim first ignited the sand poured with diesel in the iron bucket, then took off the towel tied around his waist and wiped his hands randomly. He bent down and took out a pan with a canvas cover from the tank cab and placed it on the
On the tin bucket.
Soon after, Vadim found the half box of butter in Agafond's mouth from the turret, scooped two tablespoons from it and threw it into the pan.
When the butter was completely melted and an alluring aroma filled the air, he cut the white bread he had found not long ago and spread it on the pan. He also put four sausages on the side of the pan.
While the food was being heated, Vajim removed the manual fuel pump and fuel pipe fixed to the vehicle and began to refuel the tank tank.
Although it seemed that the easiest job was given to Vajim, Weiran knew that compared to Roman and Agafond, Vajim actually did the hardest work.
After all, whether it is fighting or marching, as long as the tank's engine does not stall, he, the driver, has to arm-wrestle with the heavy joystick for a long time. When fighting, he has to endure Roman's kicks on the back like a drumbeat.
OK.
Of course, it was not easy for the other two people. In addition to command, Roman also had to serve as a gunner, not to mention Agafond, the loader. After all, the weight of those shells was not light, not to mention that he also had to take care of both.
Provide ammunition to the machine gunner of the Guards, and perform tasks such as steering the turret.
In comparison, the Weifan seems to be much more relaxed, and naturally it is unarguable that it involves more physical work when maintaining tanks.
While Vajim was busy, Weihan also helped Agafond and Roman install new road wheels on the tank. Then Roman called for help from a tank that had not yet left, and hung the tracks to the tank with wire ropes.
On the driving wheel.
Amidst the roar of the engine, the driving wheel slowly rotated, and at the same time, the track was smoothly draped over the shoulders.
Immediately afterwards, Vajim controlled the tank to roll over the tracks and retreat a little, completing the main repair work.
The tank that helped was sent away with a bottle of captured red wine. Vajim turned the sausages in the pot, and then ran over to help with a limp. The four of them worked together to connect the two ends of the track.
After such intense work, more than an hour had passed, and apart from them, there were only two other more seriously damaged tanks left at the scene.
After wiping their hands casually, everyone took two slices of fried bread and a sausage slightly longer than the bread from Vajim's frying pan, and then divided them from a glass bottle that Roman found.
A pickle.
“It’s almost time”
Roman took a bite of the bread stuffed with sausages and pickles, raised his hand and pointed to the village and said, "Let's go help other cars, and then let's take a look at the cellar Agafond mentioned before setting off."
"Then get in the car quickly!"
Before Vajim finished speaking, he had already hung the iron bucket that had extinguished the bonfire on the back of the car, and put a canvas cover on the greasy frying pan. At the same time, Wei Ran was also greeted by Agafond, saying,
Holding the slightly burning bread in his mouth, he carried the oil drum with a little remaining fuel to the rear of the car and roughly fixed it with a rope.
By the time everyone got on the bus and sat in their respective seats, Vajim had already finished the little food in his hands.
This time, there was no need for Roman to command at all. He controlled the tank to turn around, followed the track marks to find the other two tanks, helped them put on the tracks and received some small gifts such as cigarettes or coffee.
Then it crushed the track marks left by two other tanks and drove into the deserted village.
Under Ajiafon's guidance, the tank finally stopped next to the house where he and Weiran had rummaged for supplies.
They each took their weapons and got out of the tank. Agafen pointed to the wooden plank covered by the iron plow. Only after Vajim in the cab had raised a Bobosha submachine gun did he call for Wei Ran to help.
Remove iron plows and other debris that are holding down wooden boards one by one.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Carefully remove the wooden planks, and a square cellar entrance made of logs is indeed revealed in the wooden shed.
Roman smiled, bent down, picked up a rusty ax and threw it in. At the same time, he shouted "Get down" in Russian! Before the ax could hit the ground, panicked shouts came from the cellar.
"Is there really someone hiding down there?" Roman muttered, raising his finger to point to the firewood not far away.
Without any explanation, Agafoon had already obtained some diesel fuel and poured it on the firewood. After lighting it one by one, he threw it far into the cellar.
Soon, cries of mercy shouted in Russian came from the cellar, and then a tall, thin man in ragged clothes crawled out, and let Agafond obediently.
He pushed him aside.
"Is there anyone else down there?" Agafoon asked, tying the other person's wrist. "Who are you? Why are you hiding in the cellar?"
"No...no more, there is no one down here," the man stammered, "I am Ivan, the carpenter of this village."
"Are you a carpenter?"
Wei Ran frowned while asking. Although this man who looked to be in his twenties spoke fluent Russian, he noticed something was wrong at a glance. The most conspicuous thing was his exposed skin.
It was a little too clean, and the head shape that seemed to be deliberately messed up looked like a Prussian hazelnut head. Even when he got closer, he could smell the unique fragrance of hair wax.
"Yes, I am a carpenter!"
The young man answered honestly, "I was left by the Germans to repair the house. Everyone else was captured. You are finally here. Can you...can you give me some food? I have been captured."
Locked in the cellar for a long time."
"We have..."
"Wait a moment"
Roman had already raised a pistol in his hand before Agafond finished speaking. Seeing this, Agafond, who had just let go, once again took control of the man who called himself Ivan.
"What's wrong?" Agafond once again twisted one of Ivan's hands behind his back before asking.
"Tell him to take off his shoes"
"Tell him to take off his shirt"
Roman and Wei Ran said in no particular order.
Hearing this, Ajiafon was stunned. He immediately checked the man's body and saw that there was no weapon. Then he released his hand and took a step back. "As they said, take off your shirt and shoes."
The man who called himself Ivan glanced at the gun held in Roman's hand, and then at Vajim who was holding a submachine gun aimed at him in the tank. After hesitating for a moment, he honestly took off his tattered coarse cloth shirt, and then
Reluctantly, he kicked off his shoes.
"Can all the carpenters in your village wear socks made in Germany?"
There was a trace of sarcasm in Roman's tone, and at the same time, he could see a trace of undisguised panic on the face of the man who called himself Ivan.
Before Ivan could open his mouth to explain, Wei Ran had already stepped forward and grabbed Ivan's wrist. After lifting it up, he found an "A" blood type tattoo under the armpit of his left arm.
"It seems that the carpenter in your village can not only wear German socks, but he also knows his own blood type!"
Wei Ran sneered and put down the other person's arm, "Are you planning to show it to the military doctor in your village?"
Before Ivan could open his mouth, Agafoon had already put his foot in the socket of his knee, and then punched him hard on his left rib.
When the man who called himself Ivan screamed and fell to the ground, Roman, who had pointed a gun at him from beginning to end, took out a small palm-sized mirror from his pocket and handed it to Agafond, without looking back, and said, "Take a look.
Can you find anything in the cellar?"
Taking the mirror, Agafond carefully moved to the edge of the cellar and observed the situation below through the reflection of the mirror and the firewood still burning in the cellar.
After confirming that no one was in the cellar, Agafon climbed down the wooden ladder set up in the cellar.
After a moment, he threw up the crescent-shaped metal plate and shouted through gritted teeth, "He is a German gendarme!"
Roman picked up the shiny metal plate and walked back, shook it at the prisoner who called himself Ivan, and then threw it hard on his face.
"So you're a... let me see... a chain dog?" Wei Ran put his hands on his knees and asked in Russian mixed with a German word.
"No! That's not mine! It's really not mine!"
The carpenter who called himself Ivan loudly denied, "My tattoo is the initials of my wife's name! Her name is..."
"Her name is Pirates, right? She's a painter with big breasts but a mustache?"
Wei Ran, who was already suspicious of the prisoner's identity, asked with a smile, "Do you need me to give you some time? Let you make up your lie first and then ask again?"
Roman glanced at Wei Ran first, then squatted next to the prisoner, put a pistol to his head and asked, "You must know where the people in this village have gone, right?"
"I don't know, I really don't know! You are mistaken! I am really the carpenter in this village! I didn't lie!"
The chained dog cried and begged, "Let me go! I really don't know! I'm really a carpenter!"
"I found something in the cellar." Before Roman could continue to ask, Agafoon had already crawled out of the cellar with a pile of things.
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately looked over, and Roman and Vajim had already stepped on the chain dog's hands with their feet.
When Ajiafeng put down the things he found one by one, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows.
Among these items, in addition to a PPK pistol and a chain dog uniform stained with a lot of dust, there was also a black hard horsehide satchel.
Under the frightened eyes of the chained dog, Wei Ran carefully opened the satchel that was stained with a lot of mud.
This bag is not big, but it contains not only a Robert camera, but also several matching lenses and film sealing tubes of different lengths in the compartment. In addition, there is a small gold bar and a watch.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Roman and others may not know it, but Wei Ran, who majored in war history and studied at the Hongqi Forest Farm, knows it very well. This camera, especially the matching long ones
Focus and super telephoto lenses were rare gadgets exclusively used by German spies and military reconnaissance personnel operating behind enemy lines during World War II!
"These things were found in the potato pile below," Agafoon said, and took out a bunch of gold and silver rings from his pocket and threw them into the wooden box. "These gold rings were found in the cracks in the cellar wall.
of."
"Mr. Carpenter, aren't you going to explain?" Roman asked, squatting in front of the prisoner.
"I don't know, I'm really the carpenter of this village." The chained dog was still making its final struggle.
"Looks like we have to talk alone."
Wei Ran suddenly asked in German. At this time, not only the chained dog subconsciously looked at Wei Ran, but also Roman and others were stunned.
"You should know what is happening in the Auschwitz concentration camp that you built yourself, right?"
Wei Ran squatted next to the other person, lightly scratched his belly with his fingernails, and said with a bewitching tone, "Believe me, I am more professional than the doctors in your concentration camp. I will be with you later."
Make a ten centimeter incision on your belly, then cut open the diaphragm to find your intestines and carefully pull them out."
After a slight pause, Wei Ran once again lightly scratched the other person's abdomen with his fingernails. Seeing that the other person shivered subconsciously, he continued speaking unhurriedly in German that only the two of them could understand.
, "Don't worry, my skills are very good. When the time comes, I will use two sewing threads to tie two knots on the same intestine of yours."
Of course! Of course! Don’t be afraid, I will give you an injection of morphine in advance, and you won’t feel pain by then. Let me think about it..."
Wei Ran took off his tank cap, patted his sweat-stained forehead hard, and continued with undisguised madness, excitement and even deep anticipation in his tone and expression, "Then I will remove your intestines from both sides."
Cut it in the middle and pull out the end connected to the stomach bag little by little."
"Stop talking...stop talking!" The chain dog's face was filled with fear.
Wei Ran, however, seemed not to have heard anything. He measured the distance between the position he had just scratched on the opponent's abdomen and his mouth with his hand, and then continued to maintain the same expression and tone as before, adding a hint of seriousness.
, "It seems that our carpenter can understand German. In that case, let me tell you a little secret that only doctors know!"
Wei Ran deliberately paused for a moment, and then slowly frightened the other party, "According to my experience, the human intestine is about four to six meters long. As long as I choose the right location for the incision, as long as I use it at the beginning,
If the sewing thread is tied tightly enough, you won't die in a short time, and you won't even bleed much."
Wei Ran pretended to clear his throat, and continued to intimidate the other party with the routine taught by Gorman, "I will pull out the end connected to the stomach bag and wrap it around your neck first. Then you will feel the pain on your neck.
Until the temperature in your abdominal cavity creates goosebumps. Then I will bring it to your mouth, and then you can taste it..."
"Ugh—" the chain dog, who had been frightened by Wei Ran, spat it out directly.
Wei Ran smiled and continued, "Of course, if you do that, you will definitely die. I guess it will take about a day or two! But in such a hot weather, there will definitely be flies around, and they will be there
Eggs are laid on your intestines, and..."
"Stop talking! Stop talking!"
The chained dog, whose face was pale but with blood, saliva and vomit hanging from the corner of his mouth, cried and begged while vomiting.
"Give you two choices!"
Wei Ran lightly scratched the opponent's stomach with his fingernails again, but this time, the chained dog seemed to use his fingers as a scalpel, twisting his body crazily and struggling.
Hide far away.
"Give you two choices"
Wei Ran, who was squatting on the spot without moving, still said with a smile, "Either answer our questions honestly, or grit your teeth and let me try the genius idea that just popped into your head. If you choose the latter
, I promise not to ask for one more letter."
"I..."
"Please speak Russian." Wei Ran stood up and said the last sentence in German with a smile, "I don't understand German."
"What do you want to ask?" the chained dog asked with a deathly expression on his face.
"Your identity?" Roman looked at Wei Ran first and then asked in Russian.
"The translator in the gendarmerie," the chained dog replied desperately, "is mainly responsible for communicating with the locals."
"Is it to communicate with the captured guerrillas?" Vajim stepped on the opponent's palm hard, "For example, when he tortured them in different ways?"
Seeing that the chained dog didn't speak, Vajim suppressed his anger and said, "Gouge out the eyes, cut off the penis, hang him on a tree to death of thirst, or burn him to death on the street, or even stuff the hands and feet of the guerrillas into the tracks."
Crush! You bastards know so many tricks!
Do you want to try them all one by one? I have seen a lot of corpses that you have tortured and killed."
"Give me a pleasure," the chained dog said in a pleading tone, "Please, kill me quickly!"
"Don't worry yet." Wei Ran picked up the satchel with the camera and asked, "Where did this thing come from?"
"The house next door."
The chained dog wailed and replied, "I went to the nearby house to get them before I hid in the cellar. I just wanted to get some valuable things to survive. I also found those rings, gold bars, and watches inside."
"
"Or should we try another option?" Weiran asked in German.
"What I said is true!"
The chained dog already had a cry in his tone, "I know what will happen to us military policemen if we fall into your hands. I just want to survive. I swear! Everything I say is true!"
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! If caught by you, those German soldiers may not say anything else, but they will definitely identify us first. I don’t want to be tortured to death. Please, believe it.
Let me do it! What I tell is the truth!”
"Victor, what did you just say to him?" Roman asked Wei Ran curiously.
Wei Ran spread his hands and said, "I told him a food story and he was moved."
Having said this, he looked at the chained dog again, "Am I right?"
"No! That's right!"
The chain dog responded to Wei Ran with a pale face, and at the same time, he subconsciously twisted his body and hid away from him.
"So don't let the story become reality." Wei Ran squatted down next to the prisoner again, "I ask you one last time, where did the camera come from?"
"In that house, really in that house!" the chain dog cried, repeating the same answer.
"Vadhim, can you lend me the bayonet you just used to cut the bread?"
Wei Ran turned around, turned his back to the prisoner and winked, "Also, help me look for morphine. I remember it was used on a German soldier yesterday."
"I'll go get it for you now!"
Vajim was obviously a clever guy. He immediately limped to the tank cockpit, bent down and took out a greasy bayonet from inside. He turned around and walked in the direction of Wei Ran, talking nonsense in coordination.
He said, "The morphine is gone. You used the last one on the last prisoner yesterday."
"Then there's no way"
Wei Ran took the bayonet from Vajim's hand, deliberately stuck out his tongue and licked the remaining butter on it, squatted next to the prisoner again, and said with pretense of regret, "It seems you can only endure it."
"What I said is true! What I said is all true! I swear on my mother! What I said is all true!" The prisoner repeated with tears in his eyes, and his crotch was also filled with blood.
A strong stinking smell.
Seeing this, Wei Ran gently scratched the opponent's abdominal muscles with the back of his knife, and asked with a smile, "I believe you for now, now tell me who uses that house and who those things belong to."
"Captain Dirk! He's our captain!"
The chained dog looked at the bayonet sliding on his abdominal muscles in horror, and replied with a trembling tone, "He is usually in that house, but he was left last night. I and a few others
The military police always stay to supervise the deserters, and usually...I usually follow him."
Turning his head to look at the expanding urine stain on the opponent's crotch, Wei Ran, who had no intention of taking action, returned the bayonet in his hand to Vajim who was standing aside, stood up and said, "I think what he said should be true.
"
"That's all you know?"
Roman, who had been silent just now, asked. While speaking, he already put his finger on the trigger of the pistol that was hanging low.
The chained dog's expression changed, and he shouted nervously, "I know where Captain Dirk went! I also know that there are a few Ukrainian rotten people working for him! I have seen their faces!"
"It seems you still have some value."
While Roman was speaking, he had already picked up the tattered clothes that the other party had just taken off, balled them up and roughly stuffed them into the chain dog's mouth, and said with a smile, "Help me tie him to the barrel of our tank!"
After we catch up with the main force, we will hand him over to Comrade Political Commissar!
I can guarantee that by then, not only will Vajim’s identity issue be resolved smoothly, but maybe each of us will be able to get a military medal!”
