War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 117 Deserters and Deserters
After dismissing Professor Alexei, Wei Ran locked the shutter door, and went into the bedroom with the two knives and the Second Class Patriotic War Medal.

After taking a ritualistic hot bath, Wei Ran sat on the chair, looking back and forth between the tattoo on the tiger's mouth and the two knives.

After hesitating for a long time, he got up and went back to the first floor, took out all the things in the leather notebook and checked them carefully.

Needless to say, the Mauser bayonet on the second page, this thing is sometimes better than a gun.

Although the pistol on the third page is loaded with bullets, there is no doubt that there will be no bullets when we go back to World War II.

The kerosene gas lamp on the fourth page had burned out the fuel when I was in Inta two days ago. Wei Ran found a large bucket of kerosene from the tool room and filled it up. He even replaced the kerosene lighter with a new flint and refilled it. fuel, and even replaced the kerosene lamp with a new lampshade.

The binoculars and the SVT40 semi-automatic rifle on the fifth page are almost brand new. After returning from Finland last time, he filled the three magazines with bullets. What if you let yourself get stuck with a BUG?
With a little bit of luck, Wei Ran sent all the checked things back to their proper places, took a deep breath, put away the cowhide notebook, and walked back to the bedroom with apprehensive steps.

After locking the door and closing the curtains, Wei Ran summoned the leather notebook again.Under his nervous gaze, he automatically turned to the blank sixth page, and the metal quill began to draw.Soon, two knives of the crisp youth group appeared on the pale yellow page.

With a soft "click", the quill that completed the work fell on the carpet, and at the same time, three lines of text appeared on the page:
Character Identity: Deserter Victor

Return condition: save Mario, a member of the Youth League, save Mora, a Jewish survivor, and take at least four photos.

Language mission: Escape from the battlefield and save Marco.

Save the Boys?Are you really on the side of the Germans?Wei Ran only had time to mutter, and his vision was enveloped by intense white light.

Before the vision was restored, the sound of rumbling guns and a series of whistles came from the ears.Wei Ran squatted subconsciously, and finally even lay down on the ground and curled up into a ball.

He was so familiar with the sound of cannons and whistles that he could even imagine that when the Soviet Red Army saw the series of meteors flying overhead, they would subconsciously call out Katyusha's name!
However, after recovering his sight, Wei Ran saw several young soldiers squatting around him, looking at him mockingly.Looking around again, the lush bushes and forests were shrouded in thick fog enough to obscure the sight, and the roar of counter-attack artillery and machine gun fire could be heard in the distance.

And among the few German soldiers with immature faces, each of them carried an Iron Fist anti-tank bazooka in their hands.Seeing their eagerness to try, they seem to be ready to rush out at any time to give a shot to the T-34 that is about to drive over.

Looking down at his attire, he was no different from them, except for an iron fist, the only weapon he had was a grenade pinned to his waist.

What the hell is this death squad organized by a two-pole organization?
Wei Ran muttered something to himself, and then he heard the soldier in front of the team who looked about his own age whisper in German, the only phrase he could understand besides various German swear words, "Let's go".

As the order was issued, this group of young excessive German soldiers moved silently to the edge of the forest under the cover of thick fog, while Wei Ran, who was originally in the middle of the group, walked slower and slower, and finally pulled away from the rear of the group A distance of three or four meters.

Seeing that the back of the little fat soldier in front was about to be covered by thick fog, Wei Ran threw away the iron fist in his hand without saying a word, and Sa Yazi ran in the opposite direction!

In the dense fog that seemed to be able to swallow people, Wei Ran ran faster and faster until a large tent loomed in front of him. Then he slowed down and almost crawled forward. , moving slowly around from the side.

Seeing the tent behind him getting farther and farther away from him and finally completely covered by dense fog, Wei Ran turned over and lay down on the wet weeds, and took out his pistol from his cowhide notebook.

However, as he pulled the slide, a bullet slammed into his face.

Got bullets?
Wei Ran was stunned as he picked up the bullet that rolled down to his neck, and then he had a sudden realization expression on his face. This bullet was pressed into the magazine in the Battle of Suomusalmi last time, which means it was available?

In order to verify his guess, Wei Ran withdrew the magazine, which was indeed full of bullets!What a surprise!
Reloading the bullet in his hand into the magazine and loading it into the pistol, Wei Ran kissed the slide hard, then put it back in the leather notebook, and took out the SVT40 semi-automatic rifle.Sure enough, the rifle had all three magazines empty.

Not really disappointed, Wei Ran made up his mind to find a chance to fill the three magazines with a few bullets, then put them away, got up and continued to run forward.But before he could stand still, he felt a sudden blackness in front of his eyes, and then his legs went limp and he fell into the damp grass again. At the same time, he felt the strange feeling of indescribable space-time disorder in his head again.

After a long time, the sound of broken footsteps came from the direction of the tent, and then he saw two people, one fat and one thin.

The fat one had a black eyepatch covering one eye and was carrying a Mauser in his hand, but his gray hair suggested that he was no longer young.

And the thin one has a serious face, with light golden hair combed meticulously, and a well-groomed uniform, which inexplicably reminds Wei Ran of a certain character in Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

It's just that although this guy's image score is quite high, the question he kept muttering made Wei Ran, who was struggling to hide behind a big tree, couldn't hold back his smile.

"Father Hans, will we be shot if we sneak away and are caught?"

"Who's going to catch it?" The fat old man with the blindfold said irresponsibly, "They have to survive the Soviets before they have a chance to catch us."

"But."

"Nothing but"

The fat old man called Father Hans said in a low voice, "Marco, the most important thing now is to go back to Berlin to find your stupid brother, and then hide with me in the countryside before the Soviets come in."

"So this is Marco?" Wei Ran was about to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound at all.

There seems to be a rescue of Marco in the language task?Wei Ran's heart sank, he quickly lowered his body, hid himself in the lush grass, and continued to quietly listen to the conversation between the two of them.

"Can the Soviets break into Berlin?" Marko's handsome face was already full of panic, "Will they be like the ones advertised on the radio?"

"I told you that's not something we should care about!" Father Hans explained patiently.

"But if we run away and get caught."

"Shut up you idiot! You've asked this question three times!"

Father Hans touched the back of Marco's head lightly, and then heard the sound of a motorcycle engine coming from behind them!
Before the two of them could hide, a BMW motorcycle chased up from behind and circled in front of Marco and Papa Hans.

When the motorcycle stopped, a man in a German uniform stepped down from the sidecar without haste, looked at Father Hans with a smile, unhurriedly untied the cowhide holster on his waist, and pulled out the gun. A P38 pistol, slowly checking the bullets in the magazine.And the young soldier who was originally in charge of driving the motorcycle also raised the MP40 submachine gun straddling his waist with a cold face!
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