Deep in the forest outside Kazan City, in a gun-gray armored pickup truck parked in a forest clearing, Wei Ran, who was sitting in the driver's seat, had his whole face reddened, but even though he had a mouth, he couldn't utter a word at all.
No sound could be made, and he could only hit the seat cushion with the back of his head in vain, trying to relieve the severe pain in his right arm.
Shivering, he unbuckled his seat belt and pushed open the door. Wei Ran, who was still suffering from severe pain, fell out of the car with a "thud", wailing and screaming in agony and rolling on the ground in pain. But even so, he
As if his vocal cords had been deprived, he could not make any sound except for the violent breathing of "tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk."
But in his heart, while he was rolling on the ground in pain, he greeted all the eighteen generations of his ancestors in the metal notebook cordially!
I don’t know how much time passed, but his body was covered with fallen leaves and branches, and one of his boots was knocked off by himself. Even the thick layer of fallen leaves under him seemed to have been kicked over by a wild boar.
Various traces of potholes were left behind.
But fortunately, the pain, which was much stronger than ever before, finally disappeared at a certain moment without any warning.
In the forest clearing, Wei Ran was sweating profusely in pain as if he had just given birth to twins. With great difficulty, he spat out the small piece of stick that was almost bitten into pieces in his mouth, and lay on his back, wheezing.
Breathing heavily.
After a long time, he finally had the strength to take off his leather jacket, and then carefully rolled up his sleeves.
At this time, there was already a circle of black and blue congestion less than 10 centimeters below the elbow of his right hand. The entire palm and wrist of his right hand were also numb and he could not move at all.
But compared to these, what made him more helpless was that he even peed his pants uncontrollably just now because of the severe pain. And this had never happened before.
After calming down, he couldn't help but worry secretly. It was obvious that whether it was the doubled pain or the uncontrollable incontinence due to the pain, this showed that the punishment for injuries in the historical fragments of the metal book had become higher invisibly.
So is this the price that must be paid for the promotion of military rank, or is it the additional punishment suffered by many attempts to leak information from later generations to Captain Culp and others?
No matter what the reason was, this undoubtedly made Wei Ran become more cautious.
The intention of the metal book is obvious. Maybe, just maybe, maybe his death in the historical fragment will not cause death in the real world. But he has no doubt that the metal book will definitely let him experience what life is.
Better to die!
He carefully poked his numb and unconscious right hand with the fingers of his left hand. The severe pain that his right hand sent back to his brain also made him grin again.
But it was obvious that it would not be a good idea to go home in wet pants. He was a historian who wanted to save face. If not only Suisui and the others were at home, but also his financial backer, the new rich woman.
If Kou Kou is here, that would be a pervert.
It seems to be extremely painful twice...
Wei Ran gritted his teeth, climbed up with difficulty and looked around. Seeing that there was no one around, he immediately gritted his teeth and took out the DT30 transport truck that he had almost no chance of using from the metal book.
However, when he cautiously opened his eyes and saw this transport vehicle, which was all white with cyan flame patterns, steadily appearing in the forest clearing, he was stunned. Just now, he didn't feel anything at all.
The pain!
Could it be said that I can take it out casually in the future?
A hint of joy appeared on Wei Ran's pale face. Without thinking about anything else, he quickly patted the fallen leaves on his body and moved to the back of the car and got into the living cabin.
Throwing all his clothes into the washing machine with a drying function, he took advantage of the washing time to take a shower, and then simply sat in a wooden bucket filled with hot water.
With the help of taking a bath, he used a metal book to teach him to massage his right arm. After the sting that made him break out into layers of cold sweat subsided, he finally managed to regain control and touch of his right hand.
It wasn't until this moment that he had the heart to think about everything that had happened before. According to the metal book
The return mission announced by Zi at that time was that he needed to cover Leva and the others to escape from Grozny.
But it was obvious that they were just hiding in the basement at that time and did not really leave the city of Grozny.
So the so-called escape from Grozny actually means disappearing from this battlefield or this war?
On the other hand, Leva, a veteran he knew, lost his right arm. The location of the amputation was exactly the same as the location where his arm was broken. So what he experienced at that time was actually what Leva experienced at that time?
In that building at that time, the person who used the anti-tank gun to cover and save Ivan and the others was actually the sniper Leva. The one who was injured and lost an arm was also Leva?
I really got a good script...
Wei Ran twitched his lips, stretched out his hand to summon the metal book, and turned it to the latest page.
Now, the sketch at the top of the page has been turned into a black and white photo, and he also recognized that the person in the photo who was nailed to the wall with a bayonet was actually the first extrajudicial mercenary Gala who planned to escape.
Under this black and white photo, lines of text recording the subsequent story have appeared:
Broken death knell
Opuya, a member of the Deathstroke, was killed by machine gun fire during the Battle of Grozny on December 31, 1994. After the war, only the secret body of An Fancang or the price deduction of minutes, or the hand axis of wood and stone, the secret body of the goddess Yi was
Fishing Ground No. 33.
Deathstroke members Stepan (Stepan Karp), Ruslan, Fishenk, Serge, Agni, and Rezli were killed by helicopter on January 7, 1995 because they were betrayed by the bell ringer.
Bombing, he was buried alive in an underground air raid shelter. Later, he died of suffocation due to a fuel leak and deflagration caused by a helicopter crash. On January 10, 1995, Leva, a member of the Deathstroke, was shot by a sniper while covering his companions and lost an arm. He was shot on suspicion of
Betrayed, worked with teammates to fake death, hid in the basement of a house in Grozny, and escaped from the battlefield with the refugees in the early morning of January 20, 1995. After many years of tracing the whereabouts of the bell ringer to no avail, he finally returned to Kirov in 2006 under the pseudonym
settle down.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Vasly, a member of Deathstroke, was shot and disabled by a machine gun during a street battle in Grozny on December 31, 1994. On January 10, 1995, he collaborated with his teammates to fake his death.
Hidden in the basement of a house in Grozny, he escaped from the battlefield with the refugees in the early morning of January 20, 1995. After many years of tracing the whereabouts of the bell ringer to no avail.
On July 9, 2006, Vasily committed suicide by swallowing a gun after broadcasting the news of Shamili Basayev's death on the Deathstroke Radio Channel. In the same month, the body was secretly buried at Fishing Ground No. 33.
On January 10, 1995, Ivan, a member of the Deathstroke, faked his death with his teammates and hid in the basement of a house in Grozny. In the early morning of January 20, 1995, he escaped from the battlefield with the refugees. After many years of tracing the whereabouts of the bell ringer, there was no result.
Finally, in 2006, he returned to Petrozavodsk and settled under an assumed name.
On December 31, 1994, Yakov, a member of Deathstroke, was shot by a machine gun during a street fight in Grozny and his legs were disabled. On January 10, 1995, he faked his death with his teammates and hid in the basement of a house in Grozny. In January 1995,
In the early morning of the 20th, he escaped from the battlefield with the refugees. Later, he suffered from mental disorder and was sent to Kirov City Mental Hospital for long-term treatment.
The bell ringer, Major Brat Kumenyuk, the former head of the Deathstroke Division, betrayed the Deathstroke organization intelligence to the U.S. secret intelligence agency on October 20, 1994, and at the end of that year, on condition that the information about the Deathstroke's existence be erased.
Send the main members of the Deathstroke organization to Grozny to join the battle and hunt down the Chechen rebel leaders.
On January 7, 1995, when the members of the Bell Ringer asked for help, they used their authority to dispatch armed helicopters to bomb their hiding spots. The next day, they poisoned members of the Death Bell's internal staff at Fishing Ground No. 33 in an attempt to rescue the imprisoned Americans.
The agent failed. On February 12, he successfully absconded to the Recruitment Center and completed secret contacts with the CIA.
In August 1997, after undergoing plastic surgery, Bulat Kumenyuk changed his name to Adrian Senna and joined the Intelligence Division of the CIA as an Eastern European intelligence analyst.
In September 2015, he retired and settled in Charleston, South Carolina.
Seeing this, Wei Ran
He frowned.
This metal book gave detailed information about the bell ringer, which was both expected and unexpected. But what he was more concerned about were the small details mentioned in these words, such as the original name of "Karp"
Not a first name but a surname.
For example, the No. 33 fishing ground he once visited!
He clearly remembered that "Fishing Ground No. 33" in Kirov City was the place where he and Mr. Gorman first met.
Of course, he believed that Gorman's memory of that day was equally profound. After all, he not only escaped from the abandoned prison, but also captured Gorman and broke his nose.
He has not forgotten that Gorman's description of the abandoned building next to the lake was like this -
That prison was built at the end of 1982 with the support and suggestions of Androbov's notification.
From the end of 1983 until the collapse of the Soviet Union, hundreds of spies from other countries and dozens of traitors who leaked state secrets were imprisoned there!
He even remembered that Gorman had ridiculed him as the only "non-Soviet" who could possibly leave that prison alive, and the only "non-Soviet" who had received anti-torture training there.
And those "Soviet people" used to call the prison code-named "Fishing Ground No. 33" the Bell Tower!
Is it because it's called the Bell Tower that they're called the Death Knell?
Or is it called the Bell Tower because the Deathstroke organization is also stationed there?
What kind of violent organization is the Deathstroke Organization? Special operations? Obviously not... agents? I'm afraid not... In that brief time and space, the impression those people gave Wei Ran was more like... more like a group of independent
Outside of the KGB system, which is synonymous with terror, there is no number, but it is an armed team that is responsible for secretly arresting betrayers under special circumstances.
He was even more certain that this violent organization was probably in an almost dormant state after the collapse of the Soviet Union. And that battle was more like forcibly awakening them in order to sell them at a good price.
No, no, no, after the bell ringer tricked and killed Culp and the others, he also tried to poison the remaining members of the Deathstroke organization, and seemed to have tried to take away the American agents detained there.
Although he failed in this last step, it revealed too many intriguing clues and easily overturned Wei Ran's previous guesses. Instead, it seemed more like the bell ringer was trying to free the prisoner by inducing the tiger to leave the mountain.
A letter of declaration with the main purpose of being an agent!
As for why he wanted to bury Culp and his party alive, it makes sense - he was afraid that they would live to avenge him!
Wanting to understand the cause and effect, Wei Ran continued to read down. At the end of the page, there was only a very brief sentence, "There was no winner in that war, but we lost to the person we should have trusted the most.
「
With his right hand that still lacked strength, he turned the page with great difficulty. Under the slowly rotating red vortex on the back, there was a sentence that made Wei Ran's heart tremble - "Comrade, please ring the death knell of being captured and buried again."
, this time to clean up the shameful betrayers!"
"Wow!"
Wei Ran stood up from the tub, stepped out of the bathroom, took back the metal book and took out the contents of the red vortex.
Looking at the vss silent sniper rifle in his hand, Wei Ran couldn't help but be stunned. Although this metal book did not publish the hunting missions of this world like the original Zhaoxian battlefield, it all made it clear.
Hope he kills the bell ringer!
Sighing again, he carried the whispering weapon and walked to the double sofa chair and was about to sit down, but suddenly froze his body and looked at the big safe diagonally opposite!
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! I don’t know when, the safe that was originally locked opened by itself again!
Not only the safe, but also the lower bunk of the iron frame bed behind the safe was neatly displayed with a set of brand new hay yellow Soviet winter 82 technical condition uniforms, a sea soul shirt, a pair of Soviet-style boxer briefs, and a pair of what seemed to be
Double-buckle lacing army produced in Czechoslovakia
boots.
Just like the sea soul shirts with various patterns are the symbol of elite Maozi, in the late Soviet Union and early Russia, due to one-leg disease in light industry and other reasons, the "elites" with better conditions generally purchased this double-button style from Czechoslovakia.
Wear combat boots.
Of course, although these elites were quite "foreign-admiring" at the time and looked down upon their own waterproof tarpaulin military boots, the foot-binding cloth was retained as always. So not surprisingly, he also learned from this pair of black leather boots.
Inside the boots I saw two pieces of thick, soft white cotton.
Are you really afraid that I'm going to pee my pants in pain? Or are you putting on such a set of replacement clothes just because I'm peeing my pants?
Looking at the tattoo on his left hand, Wei Ran, who was naked, shook his head helplessly, took out a bath towel, wiped his body clean, put on the clothes he had obviously prepared for himself, and then carefully opened the safe.
However, when he saw the extra items in the safe, he just felt his heart shudder. It was a Walkman produced by Sony, and there was a tape in the tape compartment that was opened on both sides.
In addition, the insurance also contains a pair of headphones connected to the Walkman and two AA batteries wrapped in transparent plastic!
"Thanks…"
Wei Ran looked down at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth and muttered something to himself, then took out his Walkman, installed the battery, closed the lid of the tape compartment, put on his headphones and pressed the play button.
After the contemporary music, the song "Green Grass by the House", used to combat despair and suffocation, sounded in the headphones again.
"Click"
Wei Ran gently pressed the button on the walkman, and soon, a familiar voice came from the earphones.
"Listen to me, dear, no need to wait for me. If you can hear this recording, it means that I will never be able to come back to you..."
"Click"
Wei Ran pressed the button on the walkman again, then took off the headphones and took out the two batteries in the machine.
Silently, he put the Walkman into a food box that was easier to access and closed the safe.
Wei Ran lay on his back on the hard bed with no elasticity at all, expressionlessly kneading his right hand that was still bruised, closing his eyes and secretly thinking about his next plan.
After a long time, when the sound of the washing machine stopped, he got up, threw the washed clothes into the dryer, then sat on the sofa chair, and carefully inspected the vss silent sniper rifle still on the table.
After a while.
This gun still uses the Soviet-style PSO-1 optical sight. Although the magazine with a capacity of only 20 rounds is not large, it is completely sufficient for such an assassination weapon.
What's more, on the left side of the gun butt, in the small green canvas bag fixed under the cheek rest, there is an additional spare magazine filled with bullets.
Objectively speaking, such a weapon would be of little help to Weiran in entering those time and space segments dominated by World War II.
But for the world he lives in, this quiet weapon is far more practical than the scary anti-tank weapon that is heavy and noisy - if he plans to kill someone...for example
…the defecting bell-ringer!
But do you really want to do this?
After just a moment of hesitation, he put away the weapon in his hand, took out the metal book again, and took out the negatives of the previously taken photos from the paper bag next to the latest page of black and white photos.
Among the few negatives, there were group photos taken before they set off, and Wei Ran took pictures of them in the car entering the battlefield.
But compared to these, what made him most gratified was the hastily taken group photo of the rescued 131 Brigade soldiers in the armored vehicle before leaving.
The person facing the camera in this group photo is the young soldier wearing a tank cap with a grateful and nervous face. It is the soldier who asked for a grenade when he was rescued. It is the soldier named Kelello.
·Yarmolenko’s soldiers!
"call--"
Weiran is reloading the film
After putting it in the paper bag, he let out a long sigh. He knew that at least he could sleep peacefully without leaving too many regrets tonight.
As for tomorrow...it seems like I should prepare to go to Grozny tomorrow...
