War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1114 It's a pity you can't kill people

On the banks of the Sukhaya Tunguska River, Sui Sui drove the monster truck by herself, dragged the adult brown bear that nearly killed her with a rope, slowly left the pier, and drove to Hexin Island along the frozen river. Finally, it stopped at the gate of the sentry tower.

At this time, the short daylight was coming to an end, and occasionally the aurora could be vaguely seen above the head, and even the cold wind was blocked by the surrounding dense forest, making this place more and more quiet.

While the three girls were taking their dog Beria to clean up the snow on the ground, Wei Ran also took a Finnish knife he found in the car, squatted beside the brown bear's corpse, skillfully peeled off the bear's skin, and drove it away. Roll it up and fix it on the small trailer at the rear of the car before it freezes hard.

First put on the Mauser bayonet in the metal book and cut off a section of the field to make sure there were no tapeworms in it. Then Wei Ran put on the Finnish knife again and picked off the four bear claws, and then divided the big and small bear meat into pieces. Unwrapped it, wrapped it in plastic wrap, and put it into several plastic boxes vacated by the three girls.

These bear meats are what Sui Sui intends to take back as gifts, but what the three girls want to eat are those internal organs.

While he was busy here, the three girls were also clearing out an open space far enough away from the sentry tower, and then found a dead tree nearby. In a few knots, with the help of ample fuel, a bonfire was easily lit.

Soon, a Huaxia red copper shabu-shabu pot with a diameter of more than half a meter was placed on the folding table. Anfeya also skillfully found a bag of charcoal from the trailer, lit it by the bonfire, and stuffed it into it. In the charcoal chamber at the bottom of the shabu-shabu, Sui Sui dug out a pack of bottom ingredients that were prepared for tourists with the shabu-shabu from the car, and poured them into the pot along with two large bottles of mineral water.

As for Anfisa, under Wei Ran's call at this time, the boxes of beer have been buried in the snow one by one, only the mouth of the bottle is exposed.

Not long after, plates of fresh brown bear internal organs that were carefully cleaned by Wei Ran and cut into long strips, as well as plates of fat and thin bear meat slices came out of the warm compartment one by one.

"It's more delicious than expected." Sui Sui said contentedly after tentatively throwing a piece of bear meat cooked in red oil into her mouth.

"Have a drink?" Wei Ran said as he took out a bottle of cold beer from the snow.

Just as he guessed, this girl who inherited her father's alcohol addiction but not her drinking capacity immediately pushed her glass over and let Wei Ran pour her a large glass of beer.

In this scene, under the aurora, by the bonfire, and on the snow, Wei Ran accompanied the three beautiful girls, chatting about the Gulag, drinking bottle after bottle of beer, and by the way, Those bear offal platters and bear meat slices were all sacrificed to the Wu Zang Temple.Even Beria, the dog who can't drink, got a large piece of bear meat that was sizzling and roasted by the campfire.

At 22:[-] p.m. local time, Sui Sui, who had drunk a liter of beer by herself, was the first to lose without incident, and let Wei Ran carry her into the warm compartment in a daze.

Sisters Katenka did not drink too much, but they were also overwhelmed by this meal. In this case, they took advantage of the work requirement that "twins are not allowed to enter the kitchen", and naturally left the work of cleaning up kitchen waste to the former boss Wei Ran.

After the two girls also got into their big truck and closed the curtains, Wei Ran, who also didn't drink much, carefully cleaned up the dining table, sat by the campfire and made a pot of refreshing coffee, and then He found an iron pot and put it on the bonfire, poured some mineral water into it, and then threw the bear fat that had been cut into small pieces into the pot, stirring it slowly with a spoon.

Soon, under the roasting of hot charcoal, the water in the iron pan was evaporated, and a large amount of fat was boiled out. While sizzling, it also released the unique oily aroma of bear fat.

Pushing the dog's head that came over to the side, Wei Ran took out the glass jar that was just used to hold the pickles and scrubbed it with snow, and after drying and heating it patiently by the campfire, slowly boiled the translucent oil Poured in.

He added two sticks of rosemary that he found in the seasoning bag, and Wei Ran threw the second sliced ​​bear fat into the pot.

While he was busy, a stainless steel basin for washing vegetables was filled with translucent grease, and all those crispy oil residues also entered Beria's stomach.

He also threw some rosemary into the stainless steel basin, and Wei Ran waited patiently for the oil in the basin to solidify into a pale white solid before wrapping it in plastic wrap and putting it into a wooden box in the trailer.

In the end, Wei Ran took the coagulated grease from the can that he made at the beginning, got up and led the dog to the sentry tower not far away.

Unlocking the chains that bound the iron door and pushing open the heavy wooden door, he and his dog Beria walked in but immediately locked the door.

Hanging the flashlight on the animal clip hanging from the top of his head, Wei Ran patted the dog's head, then unzipped the down jacket, took out a sealed bag containing a notebook from his pocket, and put it on the table at the entrance.Then, he took out the food box and put the bear fat he just made into it.

He came to this deserted sentry tower at this time, and he was naturally planning to find the missing war criminal Second Lieutenant Mesut with the help of the metal book.

One of the reasons for the rush was naturally for the commission of 15 euros. Besides, it was also to avoid the trouble of coming back later.

After all, he was planning to go to the recruitment before the end of the year to look for clues to the address in Kobe that Tori Sakurada asked.

If the scorched photo negatives in the second album can be found before the end of the year, it will definitely be a big news that is far more sensational than "The Man-Eating Wendigo" and "The Sandakan Executioner".

"I don't know what will happen in this labor camp. The character this time can't be the captain of the firing squad again."

Wei Ran muttered something to himself, then took a few deep breaths, and under the pale light and his dog Belia's slightly dull eyes with his mouth open, he took out the metal book that he used to earn money from part-time jobs.

After waiting for a while, the metal quill began to draw on the light yellow paper.

It's just that what Wei Ran didn't expect was that the picture drawn this time was not the notepad on the table, or maybe the pocket watch-style compass embedded in the notepad, but a sentry tower, a sentry with searchlights on. tower!

"It's okay"

Wei Ran muttered in astonishment, and then found that in the picture drawn by this quill pen, in addition to the sentry tower, there were three blurred but straight figures in front of the sentry tower !

Unfortunately, I don't know if the metal book did it on purpose, but the faces of the three figures in the picture can't be seen clearly at all.

Character identity: Finnish war criminal Victor

Returning tasks: send a birthday gift, take a group photo for new party members, and steal prison escape supplies.Under the premise of prohibiting killing, survive until Christmas.

Why is it forbidden to kill?Is this because I'm afraid that I will do something to those devil prisoners of war?
When Wei Ran guessed the purpose of the metal book, everything in front of him was replaced by a strong white light, and immediately after, he saw the few props that could be used this time.

In addition to the three-piece set of silver lighter, cigarette case and chest heater that I got in Leningrad last time, there is also a British P44 water bottle, and a Khan Hart flyback watch fixed with a compass.

In addition, there are the bearskin mittens I got when I was a prisoner of war last time, the pens that are not very useful, and the kerosene lamp I got first.

What is quite special is that in this quick glimpse, although the kerosene lamp is still equipped with a blue glass lampshade, the lighter fixed on it is gone. On the contrary, the Kiev 30 camera fixed on the handle is still there. .

While Wei Ran was expecting all kinds of weapons, the white light was gradually dissipating, and at the same time, the surrounding temperature was getting lower. He also clearly felt the cold wind blowing on his face, and heard the ugly neighing of reindeer one after another.

Not even a bayonet?
Wei Ran muttered in dissatisfaction in his heart, blinking his eyes quickly, in order to see the surrounding situation as soon as possible.

Gradually, as his vision became clearer, he finally saw clearly that he was standing on the edge of a row of fences.

On the other side of the fence, in the open space surrounded by snow-covered pine forests, there were more than 20 reindeer looking at him anxiously, and beside him stood an old man with sideburns.

Looking down at himself, on his feet were a pair of gray felt boots whose soles and uppers were reinforced with some animal skin.He was wearing a set of warm cotton trousers and a short cotton jacket, and a thick leather hat on his head.

Wearing a pair of tattered cotton gloves, he also held a sharp knife with a blade of more than 20 centimeters long and a small axe.

"That one!"

The old man with sideburns and an SKS semi-automatic rifle slung over his shoulder pointed at the thinnest reindeer in the circle with the beam of a flashlight and said, "Let it be! Victor, go get that reindeer!" The lame poor guy was caught and killed. You see, even if this animal can still run, it doesn't have much strength to pull the sledge, so it just happens to be killed and eaten."

Looking at the knife and ax in his hand again, Wei Ran chopped the ax on the fence post, turned over neatly, and walked towards the reindeer selected by the beam of fate.

"Victor, remember to cut off the antlers."

At the door of the lighted stone house not far from the deer enclosure, a tall, thin figure in a leather apron yelled loudly in Russian, "Uncle Sergey, leave Victor alone, didn't you say your belt was about to die?" Is it broken, bring it here quickly, I will cut you a new one while I have time now."

"Victor, remember to get me a pot of deer blood, it's a good thing."

The old man with the gun on his back said, hung a Soviet army kettle on the railing, and asked loudly as he walked towards the stone house, "Mesut, your hands are so skillful, what else do you not know?" of?

Let me think about it, I guess the only thing you can't do yourself is having a baby, how about that?Do you want me to marry my daughter to you?I don't care that you're German. "

"Let me fix your belt first!"

The tall and thin figure standing at the door of the stone house laughed and said, "Besides, I already have a wife. If my son is alive, he will be eight and a half years old this month."

"Your son must be alive"

Sergey, an old guy with an SKS semi-automatic rifle on his back, asked in a loud voice, "Where is your home? I remember you told me several times, but I can't always remember the name of that city."

"Munich"

Mesut at the door of the stone house responded in Russian with no accent at all, "That is a beautiful city. I will definitely invite you to my house as a guest when I have a chance in the future."

"Forget it"

Sergey waved his hand, followed the other party into the stone house, and said something.However, due to the influence of the wind and the calls of the reindeer, Wei Ran couldn't hear clearly at all.

He easily caught the reindeer with only one hind leg that didn't dare to touch the ground. Wei Ran grabbed the rope around its neck and pulled it out of the fence. The head of the first reindeer was tightly tied to the trunk of a pine tree as thick as a thigh, and the blood vessels in its throat and neck were easily cut open.

For the old man named Sergey, he took a pot full of warm deer blood from the jug that still had a strong vodka flavor. Wei Ran stepped back a few steps, tightening the lid of the jug while observing the water not far away. The stable with the kerosene lamps and half-raised cotton curtains.

In this long row of stables, at least fifty or sixty strong draft horses stood head to head in two rows.

At this time, in addition to the four-legged animals, there were two thin figures who seemed to be only 1.6 meters tall in the stable. 1.5 meters long and one meter wide on a sledge.

When the horse manure in this cart was full, the two small figures would pull the sledge out of the stable together, drag the steaming horse manure to a place deeper in the forest, and unload it on a field. It seems to be in a depression specially used for manure.

Weighing the slender knife in his hand, Wei Ran silently cut another knife on the neck of the reindeer whose legs were already limp, and precisely cut open the blood vessel on the other side of the neck. He said, "It's a pity that you can't kill people."

(End of this chapter)