War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 118 Entering Berlin
"Doctor Hans, you should be very clear about the fate of leaving the battlefield without authorization."

In the forest filled with dense fog, the officer in the major's uniform gently took the Mauser rifle from Father Hans and put it in the sidecar of the motorcycle behind him, then slowly raised the pistol against his forehead Son, let the sweat on the opponent's forehead wet the muzzle with the smell of gunpowder.

"Should these children be sent to die?" Father Hans stared at him firmly, "Major Rudy, accept the reality, we have failed, the most important thing now is to let these children live!"

"Failure?" The major called Rudy looked crazy at this moment, "We will not fail! As long as those lowly Soviets are repelled, the Yuanshou will lead us to reoccupy the whole of Europe soon!"

Father Hans looked at each other with a sneer, "Occupy Europe? Now Berlin is almost unstoppable, are you blind?"

"Anyone who betrays Yuanshou deserves to die!"

Major Rudy looked at Marco who was standing aside in a panic, and the expression on his face became more and more frantic, "Marco, use your knife to kill the defected Doctor Hans, and then get back to the battlefield immediately!"

Marco shook his head blankly, and subconsciously covered the Youth League Saber around his waist with one hand.

"In this case."

"Boom!"

Just as Rudy was halfway through his words, two consecutive crisp gunshots came from behind a big tree not far away, and two 9mm pistol bullets hit his neck and temple accurately!
Before the blood mist that exploded from the wound had time to fall, Wei Ran, who was hiding behind the big tree, quickly turned his gun and fired a third bullet that hit the shoulder of the young soldier with the submachine gun.

Amid the successive exclamations and screams, a P38 pistol and an MP40 submachine gun fell one after another, smashing into the wet weeds along with Rudy's body.

"For the glory of the empire!"

Amidst the heart-piercing roar, the boy group member who was still riding on the motorcycle crazily pulled out the grenade from his waist!

"Shame!"

Wei Ran, who originally wanted to save the life of this little kid who went astray, muttered to himself, the pistol that hadn't been put down moved slightly, and continued to pull the trigger to fire two bullets, which accurately hit the former's side rib and head.

"Pfft!"

The warm body followed in the footsteps of the submachine gun, fell heavily from the motorcycle and hit the grass, and the grenade in his hand before he could unscrew the back cover also rolled to the feet of Father Hans. .

"Who's there?!"

Father Hans didn't move slowly at all, dragged Marco to hide behind the motorcycle, and picked up the blood-stained submachine gun while asking.

Wei Ran hid behind the big tree and put the pistol back into the cowhide notebook, cleared his throat to make sure he could speak, then raised his hands and walked out while responding in German stuffed into his head, "Just like you, I also want to go back to Berlin."

Seeing Wei Ran's attire, Father Hans breathed a sigh of relief, and happily threw away the submachine gun in his hand, "You escaped from the front line? What's your name?"

Wei Ran froze for a moment, then replied without hesitation, "Victor, I did escape from the front line."

"How's the situation over there?" Marco asked like a groundhog, sticking out most of his head from behind the motorcycle.

"Not very good." Wei Ran, who hadn't seen the frontal battlefield at all, shook his head, and gave an absolutely unmistakable answer in nonsense, "I'm afraid it won't last long at all."

Father Hans also had an anxious expression on his face when he heard the words, and he said while pulling Marco away, "It seems that we need to hurry up."

"wait first"

Wei Ran called the two of them to stop, and while digging out a box of spare pistol bullets from the corpse, he put it into his pants pocket and said, "Maybe you can go faster by riding a motorcycle!"

"Makes sense!"

Father Hans immediately said by inference, "Marco, go and take off the clothes of that bastard and lunatic Rudy, so that it will be easier for us to enter the city."

Upon hearing this, Marco quickly took the uniform and boots handed over by Wei Ran and put them on, while the shirt he had changed was put on by Wei Ran, who was only wearing a shirt on his upper body.

After Marco hung all the odds and ends such as pistols on his waist and put on his hat, Wei Ran, who had been waiting for a long time, immediately started the motorcycle.

"You go sit in the sidecar"

Doctor Hans pushed Marco to the side of the sidecar, and by the way, he wiped the latter's face with the blood remaining on the motorcycle mixed with the oil near the fuel tank, barely concealing the immaturity that did not match this military uniform, and he He himself sat behind Wei Ran with the captured submachine gun.

When the two of them sat down firmly, Wei Ran immediately turned the accelerator and asked while driving the motorcycle, "Father Hans, do you know the way?"

Father Hans stretched out his hand and pointed forward, "Yes, just drive straight ahead, and you can see the city of Berlin when you leave this forest."

Under the command of Papa Hans, Wei Ran quickly left the battlefield on his motorcycle amidst the dense fog and the sound of gunfire, and was finally stopped by a line of defense on the edge of the city.

Before Wei Ran and Marco could open their mouths, Father Hans shook his ID impatiently, "We are going to the headquarters to apply for the deployment of more troops, get out of the way!"

The soldier in charge of the inspection saw the Iron Cross [-]nd Class on Marco's chest and the military rank on his shoulders and didn't check his documents at all. Marco in the sidecar also subconsciously straightened his right hand.

Passing through the blockade almost like a parade, the three people on the motorcycle heaved a sigh of relief. Wei Ran looked at the almost ruined city and the explosions at the end of his line of sight from time to time, and asked in a loud voice, "Shall we go next?" where?"

"Go straight down the road"

Father Hans leaned on Wei Ran's shoulder and pointed to the street shrouded in gunpowder smoke directly in front of him, "After we cross the Moltke Bridge, turn right and you will see a dental clinic in an alley by the river. Let's go There."

Moltke Bridge?
A look of surprise appeared on Wei Ran's face. He could clearly remember that Mikhail, the owner of the Second-Class Patriotic War Medal before he came, was seriously injured when he captured the Moltke Bridge!
"Father Hans, what day is it today?" Wei Ran asked as he drove his motorcycle through the ruins of a building that had been bombed by an aerial bomb.

"April 4, what's wrong?" Father Hans looked at Wei Ran in confusion.

"nothing"

Wei Ran was secretly startled. According to historical records, the street fighting in Berlin will start in three days. It is not a good thing to stay in Berlin at this time.But in his return mission, in addition to taking pictures, he also has to save Mario and a Jewish survivor named Mora.

Could it be that within these three days, both Mario and Mora will be taken away from Berlin?
Wei Ran looked around at the streets that had been destroyed by aerial bombs. Now that Berlin has been besieged, even if he can escape from Berlin, can he still escape from the encirclement of the Soviet army?
Before he could come up with an answer, two firepower points transformed from rubble, sandbags, and bomb craters appeared at the end of the street.The windows of the remaining buildings around them have also been blocked by bricks and stones, leaving only shooting holes facing the street under their feet.

Repeating the same tricks, he passed through the firepower point without any risk. After the motorcycle ventured for more than half an hour in the bombed urban area full of ruins and craters, it finally passed through Moltke who was setting up the blasting point. bridge.And under the guidance of Dr. Hans, drove to the right along the road beside the river for less than 20 meters, and then turned into a narrow alley.

At the end of this alley, there is an inconspicuous three-story building.The top floor of this building has been turned into ruins, and there is a single wooden door left on the only remaining wall.

On the barely-preserved second floor, all the windows have been blocked with bricks, but the fist-wide cracks on the wall extend all the way to the ceiling of the first floor.

However, the first floor is still intact, at least the painted glass window with a conspicuous red cross still sticks to its post.In the open space in front of the clinic, besides the rubble and broken bricks piled up like a tomb, there were also a few dusty white sheets hanging on the iron wires stretched horizontally.

Before the motorcycle stopped, a middle-aged man wearing glasses and a white coat was already standing at the door, holding a blood-stained medical instrument in his hand, looking at the three people on the motorcycle with indifference.

　Thanks to Feiwushou and Xifan for rewarding 100 points respectively

　　
　
(End of this chapter)