When the white light faded, Wei Ran smelled the hospital's unique smell of disinfectant. As his vision faded little by little, the first thing he saw was a pregnant woman lying on the hospital bed.
Looking at myself again, I am not only wearing a white coat, but also a mask that covers most of my face and a white doctor's hat.
Just as he turned his gaze to the leafless paulownia tree outside the window, Trosha, wearing a military uniform, walked into the ward under the guidance of a nurse.
Glancing at the empty sleeve on the other side's left side, Wei Ran lowered his head and focused his gaze on the various medicines on the trolley.
"Hello, is this Ms. Valentina?" Trosha first saluted the confused pregnant woman on the hospital bed and then extended her remaining right hand towards her.
"I am Valentina, you are..." The pregnant woman on the hospital bed shook Trosha's hand in confusion.
"I am Comrade Vajim's comrade"
When Trosha finished saying this, Valentina's face first showed a look of surprise, and then she turned extremely pale. Holding back her tears, she asked, "He...is he...
already..."
"No, no, no, don't get me wrong."
Trosha quickly waved his remaining hand, "I was just passing by and brought back news about Vajim."
"Is he okay now?" Valentina asked anxiously.
"Okay, he's very good."
Troshala came over and sat down on a stool, and said with a smile, "He is now a qualified tank driver, and has achieved a lot of credit. It is thanks to them that he captured Kharkov this time."
"Is he not hurt?" Valentina asked.
"No, our tanks are very strong, and those broken German tanks can't penetrate them at all." A look of pride appeared on Trosha's face, "And Vajim's tanks were the first to rush into Hal.
What a shame, he even dug out a box of vodka and treated us to a drink."
Upon hearing this, Valentina immediately showed a relaxed expression and said with a smile, "The two of us buried it ourselves. It seems that he is really in Harqif."
"Not only Harkev, we may also fight to Berlin soon!"
The look on Trosha's face became more and more proud, "Madam, you must know Berlin, right? The German capital, Vajim said that he would personally tie that mustache to the barrel and bring it back."
"He always likes to tell big words," Valentina said with a smile, "I guess he must have said this when he was drunk, right?"
"You were right"
Trosha grinned and took out a clean artillery firing pin from his pocket, "This is the gift Vajim asked me to give to your soon-to-be-born child. Don't underestimate this little thing, this is his
The most important part removed from their tank."
"He...he can't come back?" After Valentina took the firing pin of the cannon, she hesitantly asked the question she was most concerned about.
"He also wants to come back and wait with you until your child is born."
Trocha said apologetically, "But the battle will start soon. You see, I was allowed to go home temporarily because I lost an arm."
Having said this, Trosha slapped his forehead and said, "Look at me, I almost forgot the most important thing."
With that said, Trosha took out a roll of rubles from his pocket and handed it to Valentina, "These are all Vadim's bonuses. He asked me to help bring them back to you."
"So much?" Young Valentina looked at the ruble in the opponent's hand with some confusion, but did not dare to take it easily.
"He deserves this"
Trosha put the ruble on the bedside and explained, "According to this summer's order, if our tank destroys an enemy tank, the commander and gunner will receive a reward of 500 rubles. The driver, that is, Vajim's position
, you can also get a reward of 200 rubles.
So madam, as long as you count the bonuses of Vajim, you can know how brave he is in fighting. He told me that you used to be a cashier. Such a simple calculation problem must not be difficult for you, right?
"
"Can I really accept it?"
"Of course!" Trosha bowed his hand, "You deserve this, I can't bring it back to him, can I?"
Valentina looked at the banknotes on the bedside and said after hesitating for a moment, "When he joined the army, he said that he wanted to take back our hometown of Harkov, not for money."
"But he always has to shoulder the responsibilities of a husband," Trosha said with a smile. "He asked me to tell you to use this money to raise your children well. When the war is over, he will come back immediately, and maybe he can also bring you a child."
Here are some trophies from Germany."
Valentina looked at the firing pin held in her palm, "As long as he can come back safely, I will be satisfied."
"Don't worry," Trosha said solemnly, "I guarantee that he will come back safely."
Without waiting for Valentina who was expecting to give birth on the hospital bed to say something, Trosha rubbed his knees and rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch. Then he patted his satchel and said apologetically, "Valentina, come back in Vajim."
Before that, you have to take care of yourself. I can only stay for so long, and I have to send some things to the families of other soldiers in the remaining time."
"Thank you, thank you." Valentina said and was about to get off the bed, but then she was stopped by the nurse next to her.
Watching Trosha leave the ward, Wei Ran was about to chase him out when a fierce white light appeared in his field of vision again.
Waiting patiently for the white light to subside, when his vision returned to his bedroom, Wei Ran immediately turned his attention to the metal book placed on the bedside table.
While he waited patiently, the metal quill floated again and slowly wrote under the black and white photo,
"The Lies of the Unsung Hero"
Electromechanical officer Grunia was killed on the outskirts of Tomalovka on the morning of August 3, 1943, when enemy artillery hit a machine gun during the Battle of Belgorod.
Loader Agavon was killed on the afternoon of August 3, 1943 on the outskirts of Tomarovka during the Battle of Belgorod.
This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Commander Roman was killed on the outskirts of Tomarovka during the Battle of Belgorod on the morning of August 4, 1943. Due to his heroic performance in the battle, 1943
On November 22, 2011, he was posthumously awarded the Patriotic War Medal Second Class.
Pilot Grigory/Vadhim was killed on the outskirts of Tomarovka during the Battle of Belgorod on the morning of August 4, 1943. Due to his heroic performance in the battle, on November 22, 1943, the pursuit
Awarded the Patriotic War Medal 2nd Class. Due to the lack of key witnesses, Vadim's meritorious service was inherited by the former pilot Grigory.
Political Commissar Trosha, on August 19, 1943, was wounded during the Battle of the Dnieper. During his recovery period, he served many times as a member of the Roman crew and as the driver Vadim. On November 16, 1943, during the strategic defense operation in Kiev
Killed in action.
"The mechanical and electrical engineer died on the morning of August 3rd?"
Wei Ran frowned. He clearly remembered that he joined the battlefield on August 3rd. In other words, the cause of death of the electromechanical operator of this tank, converted to his own body, was that he was knocked out of his fangs.
The shell that was hit before? So in the subsequent battles, there was actually one less person all the time?
Thinking of this, he subconsciously touched his tiger fang to make sure it was still there. Then he realized belatedly that although he was also injured this time, the pain caused by the injury did not come back.
Before he could figure out the reason, the metal quill pen had already started a new line and listed the detailed numbers of the medals received by everyone, and then listed three sets of coordinates.
After a short pause, the quill continued to write, "Those who have been forgotten, those whose names have not been left behind, they are also well-deserved heroes."
As Wei Ran sighed, the pale yellow page turned to the back, and the metal quill pen also wrote the sentence "To regain Soviet Ukraine" under the slowly rotating red whirlpool.
There was a crisp "clang" sound, and the quill that finished the work fell on the table of the bedside table, which also brought Wei Ran back from his thoughts.
This time, he did not rush to take out the contents of the red swirl. Instead, he turned to the previous page and took out the only negative from the paper bag next to the photo.
Turning on the flashlight function of his mobile phone, Wei Ran put the film together, only to find that in the only group photo, there were only Roman, Agafond and Vajim, and the expressions on their faces were filled with a trace of unresolved sadness.
Zhen Erzhong put away the negatives and the metal book, and Wei Ran took out the Guqin Yaoguang.
After a while, the melodious piano music began to echo like ripples in the bedroom, and then passed through the door and reached the ears of Zhou Shujin who was just sitting in front of the piano downstairs.
After a long time, when the last ray of piano sound dissipated, Wei Ran finally let go of the depression in his heart and waved his hand to take out the latest item in the red vortex.
Both expected and unexpected, what I got this time was indeed the leather bag containing Robert's camera and various lenses.
But in this leather bag, in addition to the camera and various lenses, there is actually a small PPK pistol with the production information erased.
But in addition to these, there is a palm-sized black and white photo with a metal frame. The photo not only shows Roman, Agafond and Vadim with smiles on their faces, but also a tank hat with still remaining lips.
