In the darkness, the Gubijing Pasta Restaurant behind him was getting further and further away, and Wei Ran was walking faster and faster.
It wasn't until the building behind him was completely swallowed up by darkness that he stopped again and walked into a hotel where he had stayed before.
After carefully checking the entire room to make sure it was safe enough and that there was no camera equipment, he took out the palm-sized silent pistol from his pocket.
He skillfully disassembled it into a table of parts and inspected it until he was sure there was no private goods inside. Then he reassembled it and put it in his backpack and placed it on the toilet seat in the bathroom.
He is preparing to participate in the Olympics next, and he does not want to be sent to Vienna in the Cold War era because of the existence of this pistol.
After carefully checking all the items in the metal book except half-track motorcycles and other large items, he dug out the red metal cap badge from the bottom of the medical box.
"I have the rank of lieutenant, so I should be qualified..."
Wei Ran murmured to himself, took a deep breath and took out the metal book. In his uncontrollable excitement, the metal book slowly turned to a blank page, and the quill was suspended in the air as usual.
On the pale yellow paper.
In the sound of the tip of the nose rubbing against the pale yellow paper, a five-pointed star cap badge appeared on the paper.
But to Wei Ran's surprise, the cap badge was not on the hat. Looking at the outline drawn by the metal quill, it seemed to be placed on a piece of cloth, and underneath the piece of cloth, there seemed to be a hand holding it.
With.
After a while, lines of blood-red text also appeared under the picture.
Act 1
Character Identity: Automobile Soldier
Return mission: Kill at least two enemy soldiers and help complete the capture mission.
"Act 1?"
Wei Ran didn't react for a while. Although this metal notebook often does fancy things, what is going on in the first scene? And there is still no photo taking task this time?
Before he could react, his field of vision was replaced by intense white light, and then, a scene flashed rapidly before his eyes.
"Mauser bayonet, 1911 pistol, and flask, that's it? Where's the food box? Where's the oil drum? Where's the camera?!"
Amidst Wei Ran's dissatisfied complaints, the roar of the engine could also be heard in his ears. At the same time, the excessively cool temperature made goosebumps appear on his neck uncontrollably.
Blinking his eyes hard, the first thing Wei Ran saw was darkness. He turned his head and looked to his side. Under the faint light of the instrument panel, a soldier who could only see his profile clearly was holding the steering wheel.
Looking directly in front of the car window, there were no driving lights at all. The only illumination provided in the dim night was the small half moon hanging in the sky. With this weak moonlight, except for the vaguely visible road, it seemed that
There is a truck fifty or sixty meters directly ahead.
Continuing to turn the angle of view, there is a sparse forest on the left side of the road, but on the right side is a dark cliff that cannot be seen at the bottom!
When his eyes turned to the rearview mirror, there seemed to be more trucks following behind, but the distance between them seemed to be a bit far. What he could see was only one or two vehicles at most.
I stretched my neck and glanced at the hood of the front of the car. Although it was tied with a layer of branches like the body, I could tell just by the distinctive sound of the transmission gear that this was a GAZ 51 produced in the Soviet Union.
truck.
"What are you looking at? Look up at the sky!"
The man in the truck warned abruptly, with a slightly hoarse voice and a thick Northeastern accent.
"oh!"
Wei Ran glanced at his clothes one last time and immediately focused on the night sky outside the windshield. Even if the other party didn't tell him, he knew that the driver, whose name he didn't even know for the time being, was asking him to keep an eye on him.
Planes may appear at any time.
"I'll keep an eye on you, you little brat."
The driver reminded us like a chatterbox, "There are several thousand kilograms of white-faced sorghum in our cargo bucket. If it is bombed by a smelly American plane, the older people on the front line will be hungry."
Hearing this, Wei Ran looked at himself again. In addition to holding a Type 50 submachine gun with a magazine in his arms, there were also magazines inserted into the bullet belt on his chest.
Before the other party could say anything else, Wei Ran had already leaned his upper body out of the car window, watching every move in the night sky around him vigilantly.
Fortunately, until the truck drove through this dangerous section of road and crossed a creaking wooden bridge, the plane that had been on guard never appeared. Instead, a continuous cold drizzle fell from the sky, and even this
The rain has a tendency to get heavier and heavier.
This was undoubtedly good news, and even Weiran was called back to the car by the driver.
"Man, please take a breather, the American plane can't get out at this moment!"
While the driver was talking, he took out the pot from his waist with one hand and handed it to Wei Ran, "Light a pot!"
"Hold on"
Wei Ran took the pipe pot, skillfully opened the tobacco bag hanging on it, put the pipe pot inside and took a spoonful, pressed it down with his thumb through the bag, and then pulled it out and tightened the tobacco bag.
Feeling around, Wei Ran took out a pack of matches from his pocket, fumbled for one and lit it, then put his cigarette holder in his mouth and leaned over the flame to take a few puffs.
Suddenly, the spicy and choking smoke was sucked into the lungs, and a hint of sweet fishy smell was felt in the throat.
Wei Ran, who was choking and coughing, took the cigarette pouch and pot from his hand. The driver took a sip happily, and then said, "My father planted these tobacco leaves himself, and smoking the camel cigarette is better than the stupid old one."
Much more comfortable.”
"Have you ever smoked American cigarettes?" Wei Ran asked, coughing and running out of words. His intention was just to add a few words.
"What? Why do you look down on your Uncle Liu?"
The driver took another long puff of cigarette and said, "I'm not just bragging. Not only have I smoked American cigarettes, but I've also smoked American soldiers with big mouths!"
"How can that be done?"
Wei Ran quickly laughed and said, "I've never smoked American cigarettes before. I'm curious about what they taste like."
"Go and look in my bag, it seems there is half a bag left." The driver surnamed Liu pointed behind him with the cigarette pole in his hand and said.
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately took out a small canvas bag from the gap in the seat behind him.
Although the light was not very good, he could still see clearly. In addition to half a pack of Camel cigarettes, the pack also contained more than half of dry and hard wafers, a kettle, a small flashlight, and several
Save dry batteries.
Wei Ran took a cigarette out of the box and stuffed it into his mouth, then looked at the gap behind his seat.
There is also a canvas bag here that is not too big. In addition, there is also a engineer shovel and a jack stuffed inside.
When I opened this backpack that seemed to belong to me, the contents inside were the same. Apart from a hard wobbler, there was also a kettle, but the flashlight and batteries were missing.
Taking out the matches from his pocket again and lighting the cigarette in his mouth, Wei Ran continued to ask, "Uncle Liu, how far do we have to go?"
"At this rate, it will take more than two hours."
The driver clicked his cigarette pot and replied, "After it starts raining, it is unlikely that the plane from the United States will be able to come, but this road is also difficult to walk, especially there is still a long way ahead. Monkeys have to use walking sticks to get there, and we have to use it even more."
Be careful."
"I don't know if I will meet Americans along the way," Wei Ran continued.
“Not really sure”
The driver surnamed Liu put his pipe pot out of the car window and banged it, "After you pass that stretch of road, there is a good stretch of road where you can run, but Americans also use that road occasionally. If we encounter it, you kid
Don’t be so cowardly that you wet your pants. Even the squad leader, why did you get put in my car?”
"It's not like you have excellent driving skills," Wei Ran said in a sincere tone, "The platoon leader can tell you that you have the best driving skills in the entire platoon."
"Stop putting such a big label on your uncle."
Although the driver named Liu said this, Wei Ran could clearly see the undisguised pride on the driver's face through the dim light of the dashboard.
However, before Wei Ran could try to ask any more questions, the truck's engine made a strange noise, and then stalled without any warning!
"It's over!"
The driver named Liu took advantage of the situation and turned the steering wheel, controlled the car to pull over to make way for the back, then stepped on the brake. When the car stopped, he threw away the cigarette bag and pot in his hand, grabbed the canvas bag behind him and pushed the door open.
