Amidst the crisp sound of the shutter, the same image of Zhao Shengli and others holding American carbines was fixed on the silver salt film.
Before Wei Ran could take his eyes off the viewfinder of the Rolleiflex dual camera, his vision was already filled with intense white light.
"There must be a third act..."
As Wei Ran muttered to himself, the white light gradually faded, and the surrounding scene turned into a hotel room.
Subconsciously looking at the metal book, sure enough, the metal quill pen was already hanging on the page, leaving a few lines of blood-red writing:
act three
Role identity: Assault Platoon 1st Soldier Wei Ran
Return mission: Capture the enemy command post
Skill mission: Survive to successfully cross the river
Language mission: Kill at least three enemy soldiers with cold weapons
Capture the enemy command post? There are also skill and language tasks?
Wei Ran suddenly became energetic and let the white light that appeared again sweep over him. Then, a few pitiful items flew past his eyes.
"The Mauser bayonet, the hip flask, the bearskin mittens I got after working with French prisoners of war in Finland... are gone? That's it?"
Amidst Wei Ran's groans of dissatisfaction, he only felt that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower, and the howling of the cold wind in his ears became clearer and clearer.
When his vision returned to normal, Wei Ran couldn't help but take a breath of real cooling air.
Everywhere you look, there is pure white snow. Directly ahead, about 500 meters away at most, is a river that seems to have not yet frozen, and it is unknown where it will flow.
"That's the river you can't cross, right?"
Wei Ran swallowed hard, and then shuddered involuntarily. Although he was a little far away, he could still see clearly. The river surface with some white mist steaming was dozens of meters wide. Although
Looking at the exposed river bank, you can roughly guess that it is in the dry season, and the water should not be too deep, but looking around, there is no bridge at all within the field of vision!
Looking to the left and right, on the cold snow, there are volunteer soldiers lying in the ice and snow one after another wearing cotton-padded jackets backwards, with a white cloth strip tied to their right arm, and white sheets covering their bodies. Some of them have gray-yellow scarves wrapped around their faces.
Some were mashing fried noodles and snow together into a ball and stuffing it into their mouths, while others were cleaning snow and ice from their weapons.
He himself is no different from the people around him. His right arm is tied with a white cloth strip used for identifying friend or foe, an American M1 carbine is placed across his chest, and there are circles of white cloth strips wrapped around his front. On his hand, he wears a pair of
The cotton hand glove, except that it is made of cotton and cotton cloth, is no different from the pair of animal skin mittens in the metal book. It also has the right index finger separated to meet the need for pulling the trigger.
Just when he was about to see if he had any other equipment, the roar of an engine came from the horizon.
"Hidden!" Someone shouted softly from the direction behind him.
In an instant, everyone, whether they were eating or cleaning weapons, had their faces pressed against the thick, cold snow, trying to blend in with the surrounding environment as much as possible.
A moment later, three US military planes flew past at low altitude with great arrogance. Wei Ran, who turned his face slightly sideways, could even see the figures in the cockpit of the plane at that moment.
Once, twice, three times, the U.S. military aircraft overhead flew around like flies in heat, and from time to time, they even randomly fired at both sides of the river several times.
After struggling for about ten minutes, the three planes finally raised their angles and left, finally completely disappearing from sight and hearing range.
Only then did Wei Ran look to his left and right. To his right was a warrior with a layer of frost on his eyebrows and eyelashes.
This soldier was wrapped in a thick scarf, only revealing a pair of eyes looking straight ahead. His left hand was holding a bugle wrapped with a white cloth strip, and the words "Xia Chuan" were written on the palm of his hand.
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But the cotton on his right hand was exposed just like Wei Ran's, and even Wei Ran could see his knuckles clearly through the cotton.
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran took off the gauntlet on his right hand, pretended to put his hand into the cotton coat as a cover, took out the pair of bearskin mittens from the metal book and handed them over silently.
The soldier who was suspected to be named "Xia Chuan" turned his head and looked at the mittens handed over by Wei Ran, with a look of surprise on his face.
"Take it and use it," Wei Ran said in a low voice, "It's a little small for me to wear, and it would be a burden to keep it."
Hearing this, the soldier nodded, took the thick bearskin gloves and put them on his hands, trembling and whispered, "It's so warm!"
"I've given it to you. You have to blow it louder when you charge." Wei Ran said in a low voice.
"Defined to be loud!" As the little warrior spoke, he involuntarily buried his face in his hands, and then used his thick hands to cover his ears.
Seeing this, Wei Ran looked to his right. Less than one meter away, a soldier with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face covered with chilblains sniffed and slowly took off his thick hand mask.
He patted the snow in front of him solidly, poured out a small pile of fried noodles from the dry food bag, grabbed a handful of snow from his side as if playing house, carefully mixed it with the yellow fried flour, and then squeezed it hard
It became small groups with remaining palm prints.
And on the palm of his hand, there was also a name written in black writing - Shen Chen.
Seeing that Wei Ran was looking at him, the soldier who seemed to be named Shen handed the fried rice dough he had just grabbed to Wei Ran, "Take a bite?"
"Thank you." Wei Ran quickly took off his hands, took the fried dough handed to him and stuffed it into his mouth.
When he took a bite, the cold, dry and sticky lake taste immediately gave him the illusion that he was mixing the winter sand, cement and cold water together with his mouth.
When I ate the fried noodles mixed with snow, I didn't taste anything at all. Instead, I felt a cold air spreading from my mouth to my stomach.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The warrior with the Chinese character face smiled, pulled down the frosted scarf, stuffed the two pieces of dough he had just grabbed into his mouth, and chewed silently
, those bright eyes also looked towards the river in the distance.
Wei Ran looked around and knew it was not the time to chat, so he simply lay down and waited patiently.
However, less than ten minutes later, he felt the coldness under his body had penetrated the not-so-thick cotton clothes, and his whole body shivered uncontrollably.
But at this moment, thumb-sized snowflakes floated above the head. The heavy snow fell to the ground in a swirling motion agitated by the cold wind, and then flew into the air again. By the way, it also covered the volunteer soldiers hiding here.
If you ignore the coldness that invades your bones, this is a good camouflage. Let alone the planes flying overhead, even if the enemy is standing right next to you, you will probably miss their presence if you don't pay attention.
But this was just an assumption. The cold that could not be ignored even gave Wei Ran the illusion that his legs no longer existed.
Looking up at the dim sky, Wei Ran resisted the urge to take out the wine bottle he carried with him and take a sip to warm it up. There were only a few taels of white wine in the wine bottle. Obviously, compared to the current cold, perhaps after crossing the river, those
Wine is a life-saving treasure!
"Here you go." Just at this moment, the soldier with the Chinese character face next to him handed over a dusty coarse cloth bag.
Subconsciously taking the bag, Wei Ran discovered that it was filled with dark red dried chili peppers.
He glanced at the Chinese-character face next to him again. The latter took a bite of the dried chili in his hand, and then stuffed the rest into his hand.
Seeing this, Wei Ran also reached out and took out a finger-sized dried chili from the cloth bag, and then handed the bag to the soldier on his right who was holding the bugle.
He stuffed the chili pepper into his mouth and bit off a piece the size of a cigarette butt. The spicy taste immediately made him feel as if his mouth was on fire.
Breathing a sigh of relief, Wei Ran imitated the Chinese character face and stuffed the remaining chili into his hand. He frowned and carefully chewed the small piece of dry and hard chili skin in his mouth, even if it was too spicy.
Hiccups constantly.
Not long after, he felt sweat break out on his forehead and back, but he also knew that this operation was just like drinking wine to keep warm in the ice and snow. It was just a way to quench thirst by drinking poison.
But no matter what, this mouthful of chili pepper did make him warm to some extent, but there was no way to suppress the trembling of his body due to the cold!
In this unbearable cold, as time passed by, the snowfall above the head gradually stopped, and at the same time, the sky became completely dark, and only the outline of the surrounding terrain could be vaguely seen.
Just at this moment, an order came from their side, "Get ready to cross the river! Assault Platoon! Come on!"
"Class 1, come on!"
The Chinese-faced man lying next to Wei Ran shouted loudly, and holding a Type 50 submachine gun, he jumped out of the bunker first and rushed towards the river one kilometer away.
Wei Ran looked around and saw that all the soldiers hidden around him had stood up, and immediately climbed up too.
After hiding in the ice and snow for several hours, Wei Ran had already been thoroughly frozen, especially his feet, which had no feeling at all when stepping on the ground.
After stumbling and running for a while, as his body moved, he finally felt a little warmth, and at the same time, there was a stinging pain on the soles of his feet, like needles.
However, as the distance got closer, he finally saw clearly that there was a bridge there, but the middle of the wooden bridge had been completely blown up, leaving only the outlines of the two ends.
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Before he could see more of the situation, the man with the Chinese character at the head had already rushed straight into the river bed covered with a layer of snow without slowing down!
"grass!"
Wei Ran's heart sank, and he subconsciously wanted to stop. In this season, in this temperature, and even if he jumped into the freezing river wearing cotton clothes, even if the water was only waist deep, he was definitely risking his life! Not to mention
, the water surface must be dozens of meters wide at least!
Just when he hesitated and slowed down involuntarily, the surrounding volunteer soldiers passed him one by one, quietly passing him, and followed the soldier with the Chinese character face into the cold and biting water!
Gritting his teeth, Wei Ran quickened his pace again and rushed forward, following the footsteps of his predecessors.
Almost as soon as he stepped into the cold river water with one leg, Wei Ran felt an unbearable chill instantly pouring into his shoes, into his trouser legs, and then spreading all the way up.
If I had to make a comparison, holding the dummy and flopping back and forth in the Hongqi Forest Farm swimming pool in winter was as comfortable as being in a sauna!
Amidst suppressed groans, the soldiers who had jumped into the river held their weapons high in one hand and supported each other with the other hand. Under the leadership of the Chinese-character face, they continued to move towards the other side. Many soldiers exhaled from their mouths and noses.
The water vapor even gathers a layer of white mist on the water covered with snow, which is still conspicuous even in the night!
Amidst the roaring sound of the water, the first warriors supported each other and trudged toward the other side. The farther they walked toward the center, the deeper the river became, so that in the second half of the journey, Wei Ran was almost swimming forward.
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"Wow!"
In the splashing water, the man with the Chinese character was the first to land. In the darkness, he immediately raised the submachine gun in his hand, removed the magazine and pulled the bolt repeatedly until he was sure that it was not frozen, and then reloaded the magazine.
With the bullet in his head, he climbed up a few steps along the river embankment. After taking a look, he immediately waved his hand behind him. Finally, he took off his gloves and took a big bite of dried chili pepper to keep out the cold.
Almost at the same time that he put on the muzzle again, Wei Ran climbed onto the river embankment on the opposite bank at the same time as the soldier who had been holding the bugle high in his hand.
Before he could stand still, the familiar and disgusting but completely indescribable feeling of brain shutdown came over him. Then, he couldn't help but sit down on the frozen ice by the river.
, and at the same time, he also pulled the little soldier who was supporting each other to the ground.
I don’t know whether it’s luck or misfortune, but Wei Ran was sitting on a small protruding rock as if he was dead.
Even through his water-soaked cotton pants, the sharp pain caused by the small stone hitting his tailbone made Wei Ran wake up instantly, but at the same time, it also made him involuntarily let go of his hand and threw the carbine he had been holding high into the
In the water.
"Wei Ran, are you okay?" The little soldier reacted very quickly and hugged the bugle to prevent it from falling to the ground, and then asked in a low voice.
"it's okay no problem."
Wei Ran resisted vomiting and Yu Wang struggled to pick up the carbine and rolled it a few times in the snow on the river embankment. He tried his best to use the relatively dry snow to absorb as much as possible before the cotton clothes were completely frozen.
At the same time, he did not forget to remove the magazine and pull the trigger.
However, in just such a short time, the water-soaked gun was completely frozen. Unfortunately, this carbine cannot rely on the "kick" method to solve the current problem like the AK rifle.
Seeing that there was no way to troubleshoot the weapon malfunction in a short period of time, Wei Ran simply stopped wasting time, angrily reloaded the magazine and carried it on his shoulder before climbing up.
After a while, the two classes following behind also came ashore one after another. In the quiet night, Wei Ran could even hear the tapping sound of teeth clashing.
After doing a few squatting and standing movements to make his cotton pants softer, Wei Ran approached the soldier with the Chinese character face who had already set up a defensive position, and took out the wine bottle from his arms under the cover of his clothes.
Kai took a sip, then handed it to the other party, and whispered with a little tentativeness, "Squad leader Shen, let everyone take a sip to warm themselves up."
The Chinese-character face looked at the wine bottle Wei Ran handed him in surprise, then simply took it and took a sip, then handed it to the person next to him.
This small jug, which only contained less than half a kilogram of liquor, was passed around among the landing soldiers, and then all the soldiers from the other two squads came ashore.
The soldier who issued the order before crossing the river also took a sip of the white wine in the flask, handed it to another soldier, and then ordered in a low voice, "Class 1, Class 2 will deal with the sentries, Class 3 will tie the pockets."
"Class 1, follow me!"
The squad leader named Shen Shen waved his hand, pulled out a bayonet from his waist, crawled onto the river embankment, and under the cover of night and snow, silently rushed to the position less than a hundred meters away from the river.
It's a bit of a stretch to say that this is a position. As far as the eye can see, apart from a few vaguely visible firepower points built with sandbags, there is a winding road in the distance that leads to an unknown destination.
As the distance got closer and closer, Wei Ran simply threw aside the cumbersome carbine, and even took off his handgun and circled it around his neck to avoid getting in the way.
Soon, two barbed wire fences that were constantly swaying in the cold wind appeared directly in front of them. The tin cans hanging on the wire fences jingled with the wind, but they completely lost their intended warning function.
This was undoubtedly a good thing. A soldier from each of the two squads moving forward immediately pulled out the pliers hanging on his waist and easily cut through the barbed wire to open a passage.
Following closely behind squad leader Shen Shen, Wei Ran climbed over the barbed wire fence in third place. Only then did he see that there was a small area dug out behind the two barbed wire fences. Although it was not large, it was definitely worth the effort.
of trenches.
The frontline trench of this trench is almost two meters deep, and even the sides and feet are reinforced with logs. On the side facing the river, not only is a breastwork built with sandbags, but also wooden planks are used
Shooting stand.
If this trench had been placed during World War I, I'm afraid it would have given a good score of over 90 points even if the Germans came.
But what didn't match the snow-covered trench was that in this arc-shaped trench that spread horizontally for a distance of a hundred or ten meters, Wei Ran didn't see a single figure at all as far as he could see.
The soldiers of the assault squad who also fell into the trench all looked at Squad Leader Shen. After the latter looked at each other with the squad leader of another squad, they immediately chose opposite directions and started to move forward with the soldiers of the two squads.
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Queuing through a traffic ditch, Wei Ran immediately smelled the smell of tobacco, and at the same time heard the conversation on the left that was very high in "Smecta" content.
He made a gesture to Squad Leader Shen, and after the latter nodded in agreement, Wei Ran immediately followed the sound of conversation and walked over. Before he had gone far, he saw a little light coming from a machine gun fire point.
I glanced carefully with my head and saw that there were two soldiers in military uniforms with their backs to the entrance and exit of their firepower point. They were sitting around a simple stove modified from a tin bucket, smoking and talking about something.
On the bonfire on the iron stand, two cans of spiritual meat distributed in large quantities by the US military were emitting a rich aroma.
Wei Ran gestured to the soldiers following behind him and stepped forward to the machine gun fire point. When he put his left hand around the neck of the enemy on the left, he took out the Mauser bayonet in the metal book and dragged it hard. At the same time, he also fiercely used his right hand to
It hit the enemy on the right in the neck.
Immediately afterwards, he clasped his hands in the middle, and when their heads hit each other, he dragged them back and gently put them down, while also letting the blood spurt out from the carotid artery of the one on the left who had been cut.
It splashed on the machine gun less than half a meter away from them.
"puff!"
Wei Ran first patched up the chest of the enemy on his left, and then, adhering to the principle of fairness of rain and dew, he patched up the chest on his right. By the way, he didn't forget to stir things up.
Gently lowering the body in his arms, Wei Ran pulled out his bayonet and flicked it, then picked up the carbine on the right side of the wall. After a brief inspection, he got out of the machine gun bunker and waved to his comrades who were waiting against the wall.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Deliberately separated from the soldiers, Wei Ran continued to move forward in the trench with his waist hunched over. Soon, he heard snoring one after another. At the same time,
I also saw some light coming from a hole with a roof and a cotton curtain.
Looking behind him, Wei Ran carefully opened a corner of the cotton curtain and took a look inside. The space inside was not big, and could even be called a little low, except for the stove with a chimney in the middle.
In addition to some light from the fire, there were five narrow and small wooden beds arranged in a circle. Of these five beds, only three of them were sleeping.
Without rushing in, Wei Ran continued to walk forward. Soon, he saw a figure urinating into the shadow of the corner. Without any hesitation, he rushed up quickly, grabbed the person's neck with his right hand, and at the same time left
The bayonet was also thrust into the back.
Gripping the handle of the bayonet and shaking it from side to side, Wei Ran waited for the man to stop struggling, then gently pushed him into the simple toilet dug against the wall of the trench.
Before the still warm corpse could be plunged into the frozen manure pit, Wei Yan also held on to the wall of the trench and sat down on the snow-covered shooting platform, gritting his teeth and enduring the recurrence of brain failure.
Feeling, trying hard not to spit it out.
After a while, the awkward feeling disappeared, and Wei Ran breathed a sigh of relief like a rescued dead fish.
It was only then that he felt the heat around his nose and mouth. He took off his mask and wiped it. Only then did Wei Ran realize that he had a nosebleed!
"Don't give me a cranial brain injury with that damn book..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, stretched out his hand to grab a handful of cold snow and put it on his nose. After waiting for a moment, he put on his frost-covered mask again, held on to the wall and returned to the dormitory he had just discovered.
Once again, the thick cotton curtain was lifted, and Wei Ran squatted next to a Nanhan soldier who was still sleeping soundly. After gently lifting the quilt, he simply stabbed the bayonet from his left rib into his lung cavity, and then again
He took out his bayonet and stabbed him in the chest.
Without getting up at all, Wei Ran moved to the side of the second bed on his hands and knees, and repeated his trick to kill the second sleeping soldier Nan Han.
"puff!"
When Wei Ran stabbed the bayonet into the chest of the last sleeping soldier, he didn't pull it out at all. Instead, he sat down on the ground and took off his rubber shoes that were soaked in water and frozen like a pair of iron shoes and his armor-like armor.
cotton pants.
He went to the fire to warm up a little. Wei Ran carefully found a pair of gray-blue field cotton trousers and a pair of furry boots that were barely suitable for him, and then retied the white camouflage trousers.
Bed sheets. Finally, he made a fire and checked the carbine he had just seized. Then he opened the curtain and got out.
In such a short time, there were already many volunteer soldiers in the trench, and even outside the trench, there were already volunteer soldiers with guns leaping past and advancing towards the front.
As the number of people infiltrated increased, the first gunshot finally rang out from this position, but soon, after several gunshots, shouts came one after another from all over the position.
Until this time, Wei Ran was finally sure that this language mission was indeed as expected, and he had learned Bangzihua. And the out-of-tune Bangzihua shouted by the volunteer soldiers still read "Put down your weapons!"
Compared with the American soldiers he encountered in the previous two scenes, Wei Ran's eyes were really opened at this time. From the sound of the gunshot, less than two minutes before and after, the "put down the weapon" one after another seemed to be more powerful than the gun.
Very useful.
In this dark and snowy day, the noise of the Nanhan soldiers stationed on this position dropping their weapons made Wei Ran mistakenly believe that he had arrived in France, which had just been occupied.
After a small number of the defeated soldiers who were about to take advantage of the chaos to run to the rear were bombarded back by the third squadron who had rushed over in advance, the platoon leader who had been following them all the time shouted at the top of his lungs, "Xia Chuan!
Send signal!"
"yes!"
Xia Chuan immediately pinned the box cannon in his hand to his waist, pulled out a flashlight, and ran to the edge of the barbed wire fence to make a signal.
At the same time, the platoon leader also shouted names one after another familiarly, asking them to cut the barbed wire as quickly as possible.
After handing over the few Nanhan soldiers who had just been captured from another bunker that was used as a dormitory to the people of the second squad for unified custody, Wei Ran moved next to the bugler Xia Chuan and looked in the direction of the other side of the river.
In the darkness, volunteers from the No. 60 and 70 soldiers rushed down the river embankment in groups of two and two carrying planks, stakes and even oil drums prepared in advance.
As if they couldn't feel the temperature, these soldiers rushed into the cold river without stopping, smashing down wooden piles one after another as quickly as possible, or simply placing a few iron buckets with both ends open.
, used to support the wooden planks that serve as the bridge deck.
Before the last plank was laid, the first batch of volunteer soldiers rushed onto the temporary wooden bridge.
After the first group of people crossed the river to help control the prisoners, the soldiers who had just taken over the position also accepted the cotton-padded clothes and shoes handed to them and put them on on the spot.
"Assault Platoon Assemble!"
In the darkness, the platoon leader whispered a greeting, and everyone who had just changed into dry clothes immediately gathered around and stood behind their respective squad leaders.
"Wei Ran, your wine flask." As the squad leader spoke in a deep voice, he handed the wine flask stained with traces of blood to Wei Ran.
He hurriedly took the flask, and before Wei Ran could say anything, the platoon leader, whose name he still didn't know, said, "There are less than 12 hours until dawn. We have to get to our American friends before dawn.
Surround us and strive to capture their command post in one fell swoop! Comrades, do you have the confidence?!"
"Make sure to complete the mission!" the soldiers from the three squads shouted in unison.
"Throw away unnecessary equipment and supplies!" Before the platoon leader finished speaking, many soldiers had already thrown away their unnecessary belongings at their feet.
Glancing at the vanguard troops coming over on the temporary wooden bridge, the platoon leader waved his hand, and the three assault squads who had just finished the battle immediately lined up and ran at the front, heading towards the heavy snow-covered road.