Over the Ural Mountains that divide the Eurasian continent, a gorgeously painted An-2 aircraft flew against the turbulence to the east side of the mountains, circling and lowering its altitude.
"Victor, right below us is the gas station in the mining area."
In the communication channel, Alili asked, "The height is now 1,200 meters. Do you want to go down from here?"
“Just start from here”
While Wei Ran was talking, he also put on a leather hood and a pair of thick windproof glasses for Beria, who was about to have his first baby jump.
"Remember to contact me every six hours after landing. Also, do you really not need to bring a weapon?"
While Jima was speaking, he personally stuffed the satellite phone and two power banks into the canvas accessory bag on Weiran's chest.
"Need not"
Wei Ran bumped fists with the opponent, put on a mask, windproof glasses and gloves, and then connected Beria's safety belt with his own safety belt.
"After you open the parachute, I will drop the supplies for you." Ji Ma gave the last instruction and opened the hatch with force.
As the strong wind poured into the cabin, Weiyan also jumped out with Beria, who was obviously excited.
"This dog can do it"
Wei Ran, who was in a state of free fall, almost took the time to praise. Not only was this dog not afraid, its tail was wagging so much that it could almost be used as a propeller. This psychological quality was much braver than that of himself and Jima at that time.
When he opened the parachute, Ji Ma in the plane overhead also pushed a one-person sleigh filled with food and drink.
After the parachute fixed on the sleigh completed deploying, Wei Ran also controlled his own parachute to keep a close distance from the opponent, and floated to a forest clearing with the sleigh.
Thanks to the revenge-like training given by Teacher Dalia and others, Wei Ran opened the connection with Beria the moment he landed, and then skillfully collected his parachute and took off his parachute bag.
At the same time, Beria also rushed towards the sleigh not far away, jumped on the parachute quite intelligently, and relied on his own weight to press the huge canopy under his belly.
Fortunately, I don’t know if it’s because of the obstruction of the Ural Mountains dozens of kilometers away, but there is no wind here at all. Otherwise, with Beria’s small body of several dozen kilograms, trying to hold down the parachute is just a dream.
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After collecting the parachute on the sled, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to set off. He sat directly on the sled and took out his satellite phone to call Jima.
"Safe landing" Wei Ran informed the other party of his condition the moment the call was connected.
"That's good"
Ji Ma on the other end of the phone responded, "Before we go back, we will first look for any natural places suitable for landing nearby. Victor, please call me immediately if you are in danger."
"Got it," Wei Ran said, then hung up the phone and took out the GPS in his arms to determine his location.
The situation is both good and bad. The straight-line distance from the wild gas station is less than 5 kilometers, but there is a virgin coniferous forest and a long-frozen river in between.
Without setting off in a hurry, Weiran first made a general inspection of the air-dropped sleigh. The sleigh was not big, but there were a lot of things on it. In addition to a set of tents and skinned reindeer meat,
Outside, there is also a motorcycle saw and a barrel of fuel. Of course, there are also crucial sleeping bags, blankets, small stoves, kettles, spices and other miscellaneous items.
Except for the fact that there were no reindeer to help pull the cart, all this was the same as when he asked Alili to find a wild environment for him in the name of exercising his "field survival skills", but in fact it was just to try out the anti-tank gun that the other party prepared.
The things were exactly the same, and he even suspected that the sleigh, whose main structure was entirely welded with angle iron, might be the one used at that time.
"I don't know if the reindeer named Sasha is still there."
Wei Ran muttered as he looked at the plane flying further and further above his head, until he could no longer hear the roar of the plane's engine. Then, under the curious gaze of Beria, he took out the half-track motorcycle from the metal book, and then,
The buckles and seat belts on the parachute were used to connect the tow hooks of the sled and the half-track motorcycle.
After finally determining the direction of the outdoor gas station, Weiran asked Beria to lie down on the engine radiator grille of the half-track motorcycle as a backrest, then started the motorcycle and drove slowly into the dense coniferous forest.
Thanks to the help of this powerful old antique, the forest did not bring any obstacles to Wei Ran. In less than half an hour, he arrived at the other side of the forest.
After stopping the car, Wei Ran stood up and took a look at the gas stations on the other side of the river with his binoculars.
As far as the eye can see, this gas station covers a large area, and although it is marked as a gas station on the map, there are various construction machinery and a dozen or so vehicles parked in the parking lot.
It was a truck used to transport lumber, and there was even an old-looking patrol boat mounted on tires in the open space next to the dock.
However, the main buildings of the gas station were exceptionally quiet, and even the chimneys on the roof of the main building did not emit smoke.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran sat down again and controlled the half-track motorcycle to drag the sleigh across the frozen river.
It can be seen from the flat snow on the river that this place is so remote that even freight drivers will not pass by it.
Driving onto the pier with the roar of the engine, Wei Ran immediately saw the various signs erected on the side of the pier.
From these signs, we can also know that in addition to being a gas station, this place is also a storage yard in summer mining areas, a transshipment center for wood in forest areas, and even a docking station for ships and helicopters. Of course, it also serves as a field rescue facility.
Site functions.
However, there was no one on duty here, and even when Wei Ran followed the arrow to find it, all he saw was a separate building that resembled a prefabricated house.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Let’s not talk about the inside of this building. At least there are extremely conspicuous reminders on the outer wall that indicate possible penalties for damaging or stealing the mining area’s finances.
Pulling away the steel pin hanging on the deadbolt, Wei Ran carefully pushed open the thick door. Then he noticed at a glance that the conditions in the rescue station were pretty good. Not only did it have a bed and a stove, but it was also facing the door.
Beside the wall, there is actually a human-powered generator converted from a bicycle. At the same time, there is a radio station nailed to the wall, and the channel for help and a set of numbers are written on the wall.
Look at the three bunks connected end to end. On the upper bunk, there are more than a dozen boxes of various cans. On the lower bunk, there are sleeping bags and beasts that don't look too dirty but are definitely not clean either.
There were leather blankets and boxes of firewood and coal under the bed.
For people like Wei Ran, this condition can only be considered average at best, but for those who are unfortunate enough to be trapped nearby and are extremely lucky to find this place, everything in this room is almost like heaven.
After locking the door again, Wei Ran walked around the remaining buildings one by one. Compared with those buildings and even cities that were permanently abandoned in the Siberian wilderness, these buildings here are exceptionally well protected. Not only do the doors and windows have
There are barbed anti-theft nets, and almost every door and window has signs indicating no entry and blocking times.
Opposite of this strict defense was the oil storage tank located at the edge of the parking lot. When Wei Ran picked up an oil gun and poked it into the fuel tank of the half-track motorcycle to add some oil, aviation kerosene immediately poured out.
But the only warnings on the three oil storage tanks that were erected one meter high were just warnings about strictly prohibiting fireworks.
“It’s really just oil that doesn’t cost any money, so I can add it at will?”
Weiran hung the oil gun back to its original position, and without further delay, called Beria who was peeing on the tire of a forklift, changed direction and followed the GPS guidance, along a snow-covered forest.
He took the highway and drove slowly towards the direction of Mine No. 52.
Contrary to his expectation, although this road was not wide and there were no ruts along the way, it was extremely smooth to walk on.
However, as we walked further along this road, the coniferous forests on both sides became more and more dense. On more than one occasion, Beria, who was lying behind Wei Ran, stood up vigilantly and let out a low growl full of threats.
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After cautiously driving forward for almost twenty kilometers, a barbed wire fence appeared on a bridge across the river directly in front of the road.
There was also a large and conspicuous sign fixed on the rusty barbed wire fence, which gave an extremely blunt warning: "The front is a military restricted area, please turn around immediately."
Is there a military restricted area here?
Wei Ran stopped the half-track motorcycle. As a foreigner, he would definitely be in trouble if he broke into the military restricted area without permission.
But soon, he calmed down again. Not to mention that the fence and warning signs looked rusty. Even on the road behind the fence, even if it was covered with snow, you could still see the grass mixed in. More importantly,
Yes, even the bridge is in a collapsed state and has obviously not been used for a long time.
If this is really a military restricted area, you can't put such a rag at the gate, right?
Wei Ran thought for a moment, carefully checked the surrounding area, reached out and took out a pair of small pliers from his pocket, removed the warning sign on the wall, threw it directly into the frozen river, and then carefully cleaned it up.
The footprints you leave behind.
"What kind of crappy place is this? Why isn't there even a warning sign?"
Wei Ran muttered something serious, beckoned the dog to jump on the half-track motorcycle, drove directly down the river and then up from the opposite side, continuing to move along the forest road.
But compared to just now, he was a lot more cautious. Not only did he slow down to the slowest speed, but he would also stop from time to time and hold up his binoculars to carefully observe the surrounding environment.
Continuing forward for less than five kilometers, this deserted forest road was gradually wrapped by the mountains of the Ural Mountains, and a clearing suddenly appeared on the roadside.
On this open space, there are several military vehicles parked neatly, and the largest number of them are heavy-duty tractor trucks of various types.
From the MAZ537 with a square head and square head to the 543 with a hole in the forehead, there are even two T-64 tanks covered with snow at the very back of the parking lot!
The appearance of these things also clearly limits the "service life" here to the 1960s and beyond.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran climbed into the cab of a MAZ537, looked inside through the dirty glass, and saw that the inside was densely covered with dust and dilapidated, and then he breathed a sigh of relief.
After putting away the half-track motorcycle, Wei Ran stepped on his skis, letting Beria pull him, and continued along a branch road connecting the parking lot.
After walking about two to three hundred meters, there was an open space and a large number of abandoned or even collapsed buildings directly ahead.
Looking over with a telescope, this open space has no fireworks at all that only humans exist. Even Beria, who was squatting next to Wei Ran, was leisurely marking the territory on a pile of discarded tires.
After a moment of observation, Wei Ran gently tugged on the traction rope and cautiously continued forward with Beria, taking a general look at the remaining buildings in the open space.
It is almost certain that this place was completely abandoned a long time ago, and even if the buildings are intact, their roofs have long been collapsed by the snow.
After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran turned around and walked back to the parking lot, took out the half-track motorcycle and connected it to the sleigh, and drove back along the mark he had just left with his skis.
After driving a half-track motorcycle around here, Wei Han is almost certain that this place was abandoned before the disintegration of the Soviet Union. Otherwise, there should be more military equipment left here.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! But now, all that is left here is a statue of Khrushchev less than three meters high, still looking solemnly in the direction of Moscow.
Wei Ran, who originally didn't expect to gain anything here, didn't waste any more time here. Following the GPS guidance, he followed a forest road that was almost occupied by secondary forest and continued to move northwest through the valley.
After driving forward less than a kilometer, this forest road disappeared completely after converging with a frozen river.
After looking at the dense coniferous forest on the other side, Wei Ran glanced at the marks on the satellite map, then turned the car around and drove straight west along the river.
According to the distance shown on the map, he was now less than two kilometers away from Mine No. 52. In fact, maybe back then, this was already considered the scope of Mine No. 52.
Because, he had already seen the rusty barbed wire that had grown into the trunks of the pine trees beside the river!
Continuing along the river, a stone sentry tower suddenly appeared on the high ground on the left bank. Although it was some distance away, the sunlight reflected from the glass on the sentry tower made it extremely conspicuous.
Lifting the binoculars toward the watch tower, Wei Ran not only saw the searchlights and several old-fashioned loudspeakers on the top of the watch tower, but he could even vaguely see the machine guns mounted in the watch tower!
Fortunately, he didn't see any human shadow in the guard tower, and the dog lying behind him looked extremely leisurely and comfortable because of the heat radiated from the engine.
To be cautious, Wei Ran parked the car on the river next to the sentry tower, and then walked over with his dog cautiously.
After passing through two rusty barbed wire fences and climbing up more than ten meters on the snow-covered steps, Wei Yan finally stood at the door of the sentry tower.
Only when he got closer did he realize that this sentry tower was extremely solidly built. Although he didn't know the specific year of construction, after walking around, he couldn't find a single crack in the wall.
Cutting the iron wire holding the door open, Wei Ran pushed open the iron door with a concrete sandwich and carefully took a look inside.
There was nothing special anywhere as far as the eye could see. The tables, chairs, and wooden boxes against the walls were all rusted, and the ground was covered with a thick layer of solid ice mixed with all kinds of garbage.
There were even a few sharp icicles hanging on the top of his head. The mirror facing the door, although it was full of cracks, could still barely reflect Wei Ran's shadow.
Looking up, Wei Ran decisively took out the medical kit from the metal book and placed the American-style steel helmet he had obtained from the Pacific battlefield on his head.
After collecting the medical kit, Wei Ran looked at his mottled self in the mirror and couldn't help but smile. He was Chinese. This was once the land of the Soviet Union, but Japanese prisoners of war were once held here. Unfortunately, he was still wearing a
A steel helmet that had also been used against Japanese soldiers.
"I hope something happens to the ghost"
Wei Ran muttered nervously, but at the same time he took out the rarely used anti-Japanese sword from the metal book and held it in his hand. He had gathered all the elements he could think of.
I climbed up the concrete stairs carefully. When I arrived at the second floor, I could barely see the outline of two single beds by the window. The only one that was relatively well preserved was probably
Central cast iron stove.
Without taking a closer look at this level, Wei Ran continued to go up to the top of the sentry tower. At a glance, he saw a DP light machine gun standing by the window. The machine gun's bipod was still stuck in the metal ring surrounding the window.
On the seat.
But compared to this rusty and outdated weapon, what attracted Weiran's attention more was the bullet casings covered with green rust on the ground!
"So this gun has been used?" Wei Ran stood behind the machine gun as he spoke, picked up the slightly rusty butt of the gun and pressed it against his shoulder.
When his hand grasped the handle of the machine gun, the muzzle of the machine gun was also pointed at the river below the sentry tower.
Look at the surrounding glass windows. Although they are densely covered with cracks, there are no bullet holes at all. This proves that the people who were shot by the machine guns here had no ability to fight back.
"I'm afraid you don't like the hassle of transporting them back and forth, so you just bought a direct ticket for them, right?"
As Wei Ran muttered, he dusted off the stains on his shoulders, put away the anti-Japanese sword he used to adjust the atmosphere, put on his binoculars and looked in other directions.
Thanks to the terrain here, he could easily see the building ruins buried in the snow in the distance, and he could also vaguely see several dark caves at the foot of the mountain.
After carefully observing the surroundings, Wei Ran left the sentry tower with satisfaction, took the dog tied to the door handle on the first floor, and continued to move forward on the half-track motorcycle.
The rest of the journey is naturally not difficult, but the guard towers that appear from time to time, the rusty barbed wire that can be seen almost everywhere, and the fifty-meter-long concrete pier that is still intact hint at how lively this place was back then.
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Driving the half-track motorcycle away from the river, Weiran raised his eyebrows at the pier. Not to mention the distance, the pier alone was paved with railroad tracks.
Looking up into the distance, as far as the eye can see, there are more than a dozen buildings that are not very tall but are extremely beautiful in the open space facing the pier.
Perhaps because of the rocky geology here, the buildings here were not like the suspended first-floor styles he had seen in the polar regions before, but were no different from the warm south.
The symmetrical beauty, solemn and majestic style revealed by this building, as well as the smooth and stable construction quality that still stands after such a long time, instantly brought Weiran to the Stalin era.
Regardless of other factors, these Stalinist buildings, regardless of their beauty or quality, have to throw away the long-collapsed Khrushchev Building a few kilometers away by a distance as far as the Trans-Siberian Railway.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! On the other hand, in the core area of these dozen buildings, the two reddish-brown statues that are at least four to five meters high hide something that makes Wei Ran unable to help himself.
Little thoughts for laughter.
The two statues depict Lenin and Stalin respectively, and regardless of the carving, height or even material, compared with the Khrushchev statue in the abandoned military base, they are the same distance away from the Siberian Railway.
The most important thing is that even when Khrushchev was in power for more than ten years, the statues of Stalin here have not been demolished, which is enough to explain a lot of things.
Driving a half-track motorcycle, he stopped at the foot of the two statues and paused briefly. Weiran continued forward and stopped at the edge of the building complex.
Further forward from here, there is a trench remaining on the ground that seems to be four to five meters deep and five to six meters wide. Above this trench, there are bridges every few tens of meters. The bridge head of each bridge is
There is also a two-story guard tower.
And on the edge of this endless sentry tower, there are still some cement pillars with barbed wire. On these pillars, there are triangular signs or even skulls hanging on them every now and then.
The content of this triangular logo is quite simple, a cross section of a trench, plus the silhouette of a bomb, and the silhouette of a little man whose leg was blown off.
I looked at several skulls hanging on the pillars, and without exception, they all had bullet holes the size of peanuts in the backs of their heads.
Standing at the head of the cement bridge across the trench, in the open space as far as the eye can see, there are also trenches that are more than ten meters apart, with no apparent purpose. Their width is slightly smaller, and their depth seems to be only
About two meters.
What is quite strange is that each of these trenches is only ten meters long at most, and then there is a second trench three or four meters away. And there seems to be an opening on the middle side of each trench...
"Fuck!"
Wei Ran's heart skipped a beat, and he later realized that these trenches seemed to be large shacks! Because he had just discovered a remaining chimney on the edge of a trench!
Looking back at the buildings behind him that were considered beautiful even today and the two two-story statues, and then looking at the collapsed shack with only a trench on the opposite side of the trench, Wei Ran couldn't help but swallow.
Saliva.
Judging from the trenches we see in front of us, it is estimated that one or two thousand people can easily live in them. According to the Soviets... no, no, no, according to Stalin and Beria's urine, it seems that three to five thousand people can be crammed in.
Not a big problem!
I just don’t know how many of them made it back alive...
Wei Ran glanced at the skeleton tied to the cement pillar with thick iron wire, then drove the half-track motorcycle, turning around and heading towards the most beautiful-looking three-story building.
