Returning to the room under the platform with familiarity, Wei Ran once again stood next to the half-track motorcycle pulling a tractor.
Now, although he has grasped some clues, he has no way to connect them together. It can even be said that although he found the castle in the photo this time, it only made him more and more doubtful.
"As expected, I still have to rely on you..."
Wei Ran rubbed the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand. After some hesitation, he first took out the food box and placed the Sauer 38h pistol that he had placed in it together with the ppk pistol that had just been taken out of the sarcophagus.
On the fuel tank of a half-track motorcycle.
Taking two steps back slightly, Wei Ran gritted his teeth and summoned the metal book under the temptation of 2.7 million US dollars.
Amidst the clattering sound of turning pages, the metal quill also drew a pattern on the new page.
However, what Wei Ran didn't expect was that there was nothing about the half-track motorcycle in this picture, let alone the Sauer 38h pistol he brought.
Instead, it was just a slightly slender hand holding a small ppk pistol, seemingly aiming at something.
However, neither the target pointed by the gun nor the owner of the hand are drawn. Not only that, even the background is blurred and cannot be distinguished at all.
As the metal quill hit the page, the pattern
Character identity: 1, soldier Victor 2, armed laborer Victor Loew
Return mission: 1, kill at least five enemies
2. Survived until 1945 and took at least two group photos. How do you identify yourself this time? And also have a last name?
As Wei Ran muttered to himself, a sudden white light instantly filled his field of vision, and he was able to see the props that could be used this time.
Kerosene lamps, binoculars, anti-tank guns?!
Also? Oil barrels, wine bottles, and flatbread stoves are also given? Isn’t this a product of the 1960s? Soviet cloaks and German leather boots can also be used? There are also pens, 1911 pistols, and blues harmonicas?
Why are there still flashlights, engineer shovels, gravity knives and British army kettles?"
Finally, intense white light filled his field of vision again, but Wei Ran's heartbeat was already almost faster than the speed of light!
After all, after spending so long with the metal book, he has already found some rules. Among other things, the props in the metal book are definitely not the more the better.
In fact, he was almost certain that the more these props were given to him, the greater the danger he would face. This time it was obviously a war from 1944 to 1945, but some post-war products were given to him, and it was clearly made by Americans and
What does it mean that the Germans gave away equipment to the Soviets and the British in their war? It means that this bastard has no hope that he can survive!
While he waited uneasily, the surrounding temperature dropped significantly, and he could even feel something cold being sprinkled on his face, neck, and back of his hands.
Wei Ran shivered subconsciously, blinking rapidly, recalling his identity and return mission while waiting for his vision to return.
Finally, he finally saw a glimmer of light and the white mist he breathed out.
He quickly turned his head and looked around. Everywhere he looked, there were tall and straight pine trees, at least waist-thick.
A little closer, there are some canvas tents with the US Army logo printed on them. And above his head, although there is a canvas canopy, Shan Cong is sitting closer to the side, and some of the freezing rain falling from the sky is blown by the breeze.
Sprinkle it on your face.
Look at yourself again. You are dressed in the standard uniform of an American soldier, but your weapon is a bazooka!
But compared to these, the only feeling he felt at this time was cold. Not only did the thin clothes on his body make him feel cold, but the soles of his feet felt like needles pricking his heart.
He looked down at the thin boots on his feet. Before he could decide whether to take out the cloak and boots from the metal book, a sergeant carrying an M3 submachine gun came over and held his helmet.
"Four pieces per person, save some food, this is our ration for the whole day today." The sergeant said, grabbed four compressed biscuits from his helmet and handed them to Wei Ran, and then gave them to Wei Ran.
The remaining soldiers divided the points.
"Why is it this kind of ghost thing again?!"
A soldier who was also carrying an M3 submachine gun looked at the cardboard box he was given angrily, and had the urge to throw it into the bonfire.
"Captain Timov, I don't think we should waste our lives in this forest that should be burned down."
Another soldier carrying an M3 submachine gun struggled to chew the torn compressed biscuit and said, "We should take the gun to the Hershey Company's production workshop. I suspect that Mustache is shitting on their D ration production line."
Woolen cloth."
"I'd rather eat mustache's shit"
A soldier holding a bar machine gun who was also warming up by the fire covered his cheek and complained, "At least the mustache's shit is soft and hot, unlike this thing, which is harder than the heel of a boot. I should have gone to the dentist a week ago."
, I can’t chew this thing at all.”
"Dentist? There's no dentist here."
The soldier named Timov put the helmet on his head and said, "Get ready to assemble. The investigation team and I will set off first. We have an investigation mission."
"Why is it us again?"
The soldier who threatened to go to Hershey Company to catch the bandit leader complained dissatisfiedly, hurriedly stuffed the compressed biscuits he had just received into a bag, buckled the helmet that was originally sitting under his buttocks, and stood up with a submachine gun.
.
"Kevin, don't be in a daze."
Captain Timov jokingly urged, "Stand up quickly, do you think I can't see you?"
"I'm still wondering if the mustache is actually hiding in Hershey's."
The soldier who was the first to express dissatisfaction with the food sighed heavily, resignedly putting the compressed biscuits he had just received into his pocket, and stood up with his submachine gun.
"He must be there"
The soldier holding the bar machine gun and still warming himself by the fire shook the newly torn ration package and said, "Just like Buck said, he must be shitting on the production line. I can taste it from this disgusting stuff."
It smells like shit."
"Hunter, tell me what shit smells like when you get the chance."
The soldier named Buck waved in response as he called on the soldier named Kevin to follow Timov as he walked further away.
"I will tell you when you come back." The soldier holding the machine gun also waved goodbye.
Before the three men could go far, someone blew a whistle in the center of the camp, and the soldiers who were resting around the campfire immediately gathered and stood in two rows.
After a rough count of the number of people, except for the corporal who blew the whistle at the front and the two people who had been taken away by Captain Timov, there were only 8 people gathered at this time.
In other words, including the three Timovs, this is a standard U.S. Army infantry squad. Of course, in terms of weapons and equipment, this may barely be considered a strengthened infantry squad.
There was no time wasted at all, and no one described the upcoming combat mission. The corporal who blew the whistle waved his hand, calling for everyone to follow Timov and the other three, and went into the forest with weapons in hand.
And such a class, such a simple camp, who knows how many more there are in this man-eating forest...
