After lying on the cold snow for a long time, Wei Ran finally found the strength to get up.
In those few minutes, he had truly experienced what "brain downtime" meant. It was definitely no more comfortable than being slapped on the back of the head with a brick. At the same time, the inexplicable extra things in his memory also made him feel uncomfortable.
He had an indescribable feeling like time and space were confused.
At this moment, a Finnish soldier, also wearing a white snow camouflage uniform, stopped beside Wei Ran on his skis and asked with concern, "Are you okay? I just saw from above that you seemed to have been shot."
Can you understand Finnish?
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and blurted out almost subconsciously in Finnish, "It's okay, I'm okay."
"Since there's nothing wrong, hurry down and pick up the weapons!" Before the Finnish soldier, who was wrapped tightly around his body, finished speaking, he pushed his ski pole hard and rushed towards the battlefield that was gradually quieting down at the foot of the mountain.
It seems that I am looking for a chance to find some safe German military equipment and try it out. Maybe I won’t have to learn German by then.
Wei Ran muttered to himself, resisting the dizziness that had not completely subsided, put his rifle on his back, took out his ski poles, and caught up with the Finnish soldier who had already run away without a trace.
Follow the tracks left by the opponent's skis to the foot of the mountain, where several Finnish soldiers are already picking up Soviet equipment and ammunition from each corpse.
From the most common Mosin Nagant rifle to the occasionally seen PPD40 submachine gun, as well as the Maxim water-cooled machine gun that has just been targeted twice by the Guards, and even the anti-humanity RGD33 hand grenade and the slightly stronger but not much stronger F1
Lemon grenades, basically anything that could be used to cause damage, these silent Finns basically didn't let go, and sent them all into two horse-drawn sleighs waiting aside.
"Beep -" the moment the sharp whistle sounded, everyone immediately rushed towards a dense coniferous forest without hesitation. Hassan, the sleigh driver who stayed at the end, and a man waving something like a big
A broom-like thing, specially responsible for cleaning up the remaining marks on the snow.
Wei Ran, who only had time to grab a ppd40 submachine gun and two drum magazines, followed the example of the Finns and turned on the square flashlight hanging on his chest. With the faint light, he quickly skied through the dense forest until he climbed over a mountain pass.
After that, he turned off the flashlight and slid for half an hour with the faint light reflected from the snow, finally stopping at the edge of a camp with about a dozen tents.
Still following the example of the people in front of them, they lined up in a sparse line and sent the picked-up submachine guns into a tent with openings at both ends. After the middle-aged woman sitting behind the table completed the registration with the help of an oil lamp,
Receive a wooden sign from the opponent's hand that is only as big as the mouth of a tea cup.
"What is this?" Wei Ran looked at the numbers on the wooden sign and asked curiously.
"First time here?"
The old lady didn't seem to doubt Wei Ran's identity at all, and explained with some pride, "Two new sauna tents were just built during the day. You can go over and line up later. With this small sign, you can go in and rest for half an hour."
The embarrassing Finnish monster who will die if he doesn't use the sauna...
Wei Ran muttered to himself with a strange look on his face, bent down and emerged from the other end of the canvas tent filled with weapons, took the wooden plate handed by a young girl, and followed the team to order an unknown thick soup, half a piece of bread, and
A chunk of steaming smoked fish.
Wei Ran casually found a log covered with wolf skin and sat down. While eating a pretty good dinner, Wei Ran looked at the two busiest tents in the entire camp.
It is not wrong at all to say that these Finns are so embarrassed that they will die if they don’t use the sauna. Don’t look at the ancestral social phobia of these little sisus, but just put on a towel and enter the steaming sauna with them.
, they are definitely more hospitable and bragging than drunk people.
After finishing the food that was either lunch or dinner in a few mouthfuls, Weiran was about to find a place to ask if he could get a few 9mm Luger bullets. A middle-aged man in a dark gray military uniform stepped forward and stood on a wooden stake.
He held up a tin trumpet and shouted, "Who knows Russian? Come here and help me!"
After shouting twice in a row, seeing everyone around him looking blank and indifferent, Wei Ran raised his hand and responded, "I can!"
"It's you! Come with me!"
The middle-aged man in military uniform was overjoyed when he heard this and quickly called Wei Ran to get into a canvas tent in the corner with him.
As soon as he opened the curtain, the steaming heat made Wei Ran shiver in comfort. Even though the tent only had a thin layer of canvas, there was a big cast iron wood stove burning inside. At the same time, under his feet
Thick pine needle and deerskin blankets were also laid out.
On one side of the cast-iron stove was a table made of logs, and on the other side was a young Soviet soldier who was tied tightly with a deerskin rope and had a frightened face.
"What's your name?" The middle-aged soldier who brought Wei Ran in poured Wei Ran a cup of scalding coffee and asked in a leisurely manner.
"Victor" the guard secretly glanced at the Ruger P08 pistol on the opponent's waist, and quickly corrected his attitude and responded, "Scout of the Citizen Guard."
"Scout? The Citizen Guard that came from Vipuri?" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he didn't even think about Wei Ran's answer. Instead, he sighed with a sure look on his face, "No wonder you know Russian."
What do you mean...
Wei Ranle didn't need to explain. After muttering to himself, he responded to the other party with a formula-like smile. At the same time, he secretly wondered if he could ask the other party for a few 9mm bullets later.
The middle-aged soldier didn't care. He pointed at the prisoner lying on the ground and said, "Okay Victor, help me ask this Soviet man which army they are from."
Squatting next to the prisoner, Wei Ran grabbed the prisoner's collar and took a look. He was just a private. I'm afraid he didn't know much. Moreover, the prisoner was actually wearing a brown autumn uniform. What the hell was that?
Being frozen to death is nothing short of a miracle.
"Which army are you from?" As Wei Ran said, he also noticed the paper balls stuffed in the opponent's sleeves. He pulled them out curiously and took a look. They turned out to be groups of leaflets persuading surrender.
Seeing that the Soviet soldier gritted his teeth and didn't respond at all, Wei Ran pinched the other's fluffy sleeves and then asked in Russian, "Is it because it's too cold that you stuffed so many leaflets into your sleeves?
?”
Hearing this, the Soviet soldier simply closed his eyes and made it clear that he wanted to fight hard to the end.
"If I take a picture of you keeping warm with a leaflet and publish it in the newspaper, which correctional camp do you think Stalin will send your family to?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice, almost against the soldier's ear.
.
Hearing this, cold sweat suddenly broke out on the forehead of the young soldier. He looked at Wei Ran with a horrified look on his face. He struggled for a long time with his lips moving, and said tremblingly, "The communications soldier of the 163rd Infantry Division Headquarters of the 9th Group Army, kill me.
!No, burn me to death!"
The ruffian reminds you: please collect it after reading it.
