Chapter 710 A busy and boring day in the Stalin era
Early the next morning, when Wei Ran climbed up sleepily from the single bed covered with bearskin blankets under the urging of his biological clock, it was still dark outside the window.
Although I slept extremely comfortably in this warm living cabin last night, this is not the shore of Kaban Lake in Kazan after all. If I go out for a run at this time, I am afraid I will just catch up with the wolf pack for breakfast.
It was rare for him to sleep in, so Wei Ran lay down on the bed again after peeing. When he was woken up by Beria who growled, it was already dark outside the window.
To appease the vigilant Beria, Wei Ran first hid on the edge of the car window and looked outside. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he simply climbed up the ladder at the head of the bed, opened the skylight, and jumped directly from the roof of the car to the car in front.
As quickly as possible, he got into the cab through the unlocked skylight and started the transport truck directly.
When the roar of the engine sounded, four wolves rushed out from under the chassis of the living cabin and ran towards the abandoned building in the distance.
Wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, Wei Ran drove the transport truck close to the buildings he planned to search today. Then, just like yesterday, he aimed his submachine gun at the outer walls of the abandoned buildings and fired a series of bursts, and fired directly.
When the wolves ran into the forest again, he turned off the engine and returned to the living cabin to bring Beria down.
Thanks to this little guy's early warning, if he had rashly opened the living cabin just now, he would probably have to think about which hospital has the best plastic surgery technology even if it was not cold.
After patiently waiting for Beria to finish pooping and peeing, Weiyan brought it back to the living cabin, added enough coal to the heating stove to burn for a whole day, and then heated up the unfinished meal yesterday.
Hot for breakfast.
After he had eaten and drank enough, he took Beria in hand and continued to explore the remaining buildings.
Just like yesterday, these buildings were emptied of everything, and the stairs leading to the upper floors were also blown up. Of course, they were also filled with a lot of animal feces and bones, as well as Stalin, who must be in the conference room on the top floor of each building.
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However, Wei Ran was not discouraged and continued to check every room one by one, floor by floor. Finally, when he came to a building that was located on the edge of the building, the farthest from the dock and the closest to the coniferous forest.
, finally made a different discovery.
Standing at the door of this building, Wei Ran frowned as he looked at the angle iron welded to the door frame. Even if the first-floor doors of the previous dozen or so buildings were intact, there were no additional rungs welded on.
Not only that, although this building is the same as the previous ones, it has relatively well-preserved windows on the fifth and sixth floors. But only when you get closer can you see that there are actually walls built inside those windows.
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Moreover, this wall was obviously not built directly into the inner window sill, but was built on the floor of the room, with a distance of at least one meter from the window.
It is precisely because of this distance that people looking far away from the outside will not notice anything unusual. Only when they are closer, or even looking in through the window, can they barely see the truth.
Without rushing to open the welded door on the first floor, Wei Ran walked around the building until he was sure that he could not find any breakthrough, then he turned and walked in the direction of the transport truck.
After locking Beria in the living cabin, Weiran drove the transport truck and pressed the front of the truck directly against the wall of the building before climbing up to the second floor on the roof of the truck.
To his surprise, when he smashed open the cracked glass windows on the fifth and sixth floors on the second floor, a brick wall also appeared inside!
The brick wall was in a U shape, extending from the floor to the ceiling. I tried to use a bayonet to pry the cement between the cracks in the wall, and then poked at the still hard red brick.
Unfortunately, perhaps because of the almost airtight environment here, this wall is still extremely strong after such a long time, and he can't even find a gap through which light can pass through.
"I've come all the way, and I still can't beat you?" Wei Ran cursed and muttered, then jumped along the window to the transport truck outside.
After steering the transport truck back several tens of meters, Wei Ran jumped out of the cab and took out the anti-tank gun from the metal book with a wave of his hand.
He loaded a box of high-explosive bombs produced by Finland in the 1980s, shook the handle on the gun mount and slowly pointed the muzzle at the window he had just visited.
At such a close distance, even using the mechanical sight on the anti-tank gun would not miss the target, so after loading the gun, he did not waste much time and decisively pulled the trigger.
Five rounds of high-explosive bombs were fired in a row, and only the window frame was left. Seeing this, Wei Ran held up his telescope and observed it, then moved his numb shoulders and put away the wall demolition in front of him.
Sharp weapon.
When he drove the transport truck up for the second time and stepped on the roof to climb up to the second floor window full of glass shards, the red brick wall that once blocked the road was also cut off by high-explosive bombs, allowing the long-lost
The sunlight returned to the room behind the wall.
Carefully stepping over the half-collapsed single-layer red brick wall, Wei Ran frowned. Although the building was well protected, there was no furniture at all in the room. Not even the door.
It was also demolished.
Carefully walking into the dark corridor, Wei Ran turned on the headlight he had prepared in advance, and then turned on the strong flashlight in his hand.
In the dark and cold corridor, even with the obstruction of the mask, Wei Ran could still smell a strong musty smell. As the beams of flashlights and headlamps swept through each room, Wei Ran became more and more disappointed.
In this same three-story building, there is no difference between the first floor and the second floor. Everything that can be moved has been moved, and all the stairs have been blown up. Not only that, there is still a thick layer of debris in the corridor on the first floor.
There is a layer of solid ice, obviously water seeped in during the summer.
However, when he climbed to the top floor, he immediately discovered something was wrong. The place where the flashlight beam swept was covered with blankets, and the blankets were also filled with all kinds of things! And among them
The most popular one is the bust of Stalin!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Bend down and pick up an old book from the wooden box set up by sleepers. When he used his sleeve to brush off the dust, he found that on the dark blue cover, with
The words "The Complete Works of Stalin" are written in gold foil in Russian.
Gently let go of the pages that were knotted together with mold, and there was even a large paragraph of reading insights written in pen.
Putting the book aside, Wei Ran picked up the next one. This book was more moldy, but it could still be barely recognized that it was "On the Great Patriotic War of the Soviet Union". Same thing.
, in this book, the various insights I had while reading this book are also written in the margins.
Putting down the old book in his hand, Wei Ran took two more steps forward. After gently tearing open a picture frame wrapped in newspaper, he discovered that what was wrapped here was a portrait of Stalin that was more than half a meter wide.
After patting the dust on his hands, Wei Ran opened the door of a room and carefully let the flashlight and beam shine in.
Wherever he looked, there were all kinds of things related to Stalin, from books to hanging statues, from sculptures to flags. He even saw boxes of film films with unknown contents, and several large boxes.
Bronze medal with Stalin's face in wrapping paper.
After exiting the room, he was already sure that the reason why the stairs in those buildings were blown up was probably to hide the situation here. And these things hidden here are undoubtedly the "de-Stalinization" of the Khrushchev era.
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In that vigorous movement involving many countries in Eastern Europe, these items with strong personality cult intentions were either destroyed or handed over uniformly. Of course, there were also many that were hidden like this.
And these things in front of us can undoubtedly be sold at a good price in this era of relatively free thinking in Weiran. Of course, the premise is that these things can be transported to Europe in a relatively cheap way and there is a way to sell them.
Right person - this is obviously not what Wei Ran is good at.
Putting the idea of making money behind him, Wei Ran searched for useful clues to himself among the "treasures" on the ground.
He has not forgotten why he came here. No matter how much these antiques that are not very old can be sold for, finding possible demantoid garnets is the main business of this trip. This search obviously does not happen in a short time.
It can be completed. There is no other reason. There are just too many things accumulated here.
Using a bayonet to pry open a moldy wooden box, Wei Ran took out two bronze station statues the size of a thermos and looked at them. Just like the square outside the building, these two stations looked like one was Lenin and the other was Stalin, and they even moved.
They are not much different from the statues outside, they are just countless times smaller.
Putting it back in place, Wei Ran moved to the edge of the second wooden box and used a bayonet to pry open the lid. To his surprise, what was inside was a large box full of Soviet-style propaganda posters.
It is obvious that these posters with some mildew stains have never had a chance to be posted since the day they were printed, so they were sealed in this wooden box forever, and then hid in this dark building with the wooden box.
Continuing forward, when the third wooden box was pried open, there were enamel cups placed next to each other. I took out one at random, and it turned out that Stalin's face was printed on it.
Putting the enamel cup wrapped in kraft paper back into its place, Wei Ran continued to play the box-opening game endlessly in the dim room.
In the next box, there were not only more enamel cups, but also similar style kettles, mirrors, and even wooden templates for printing slogans.
After working until the brightness of the headlights began to dim, Wei Ran finally stopped and returned to the living cabin of the transport vehicle with the clues he had found.
There were only two things he could bring back, one of which was a half-folded map placed between the busts.
This half of the map clearly depicts the conditions of this mine. It not only details the functions of each building, but also confirms Wei Ran's previous guess - those long trenches are indeed underground shacks for prisoners of war.
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Unfortunately, this half of the map only covers the building complex and a small half of the trenches. The remaining area is missing. Wei Ran spent most of the time before returning, looking for the other half of the map that had been blocked.
Map of where to go.
The second item he brought back was a black and white photo that was originally stuck on the mirror. From the angle of shooting, it can be roughly inferred that this photo should have been taken from the roof of a certain building.
Of course, what caught Wei Ran's attention was the focus of this lens. It was a busy scene. There was a long queue of people outside the shack used for the prisoners' residence. At the beginning, there seemed to be someone vaguely visible.
Feeding them.
Behind the people who were cooking, on the edge of the trench, you could clearly see three or five people kneeling in a row facing the direction of the camera. Behind them, two more people raised their weapons.
Turning over the back of the photo, the smooth blue pen calligraphy simply described the scene at that time: On July 20, 1951, Mine No. 52 began a busy but boring day amidst the gunfire of the firing squad.
