War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 130 Bombardment

When Ma Fei's medicine faded, Wei Ran gradually recovered his sanity from the nightmare.In the movie theater filled with the smell of blood, the few survivors have all been treated, and the only three young soldiers left are busy cooking food in a small pot on the kerosene stove.

Lifting the blanket covering his body, Wei Ran shook his dizzy brain, before he could say anything, Father Hans had already walked over with a box of steaming canned food, "Eat it while it's hot , I'm sorry, it seems that the war is not over yet, you woke up a little too early."

Taking the can, Wei Ran showed a bleak smile, "I'm sorry"

"nothing"

Sitting beside Wei Ran, Father Hans said with a smile, "I now believe that you are a recruit. On the battlefield of World War I, my performance was far worse than yours."

"I just thought you were praising me." Wei Ran stuffed the steaming canned meat into his mouth, chewed it for a long time, and swallowed it into his stomach with difficulty.

"Of course I'm praising you." Father Hans slowly lit a cigarette, "Victor, if you persist, the war will end soon."

"Um"

Wei Ran nodded, stuffed the remaining pieces of meat and potatoes in the can into his mouth and swallowed, "But don't inject Ma Fei to me next time."

"I'll try my best." Father Hans stood up, "Let's go, we've been lazy for a long time, it's time to go back and help Dr. Lodge."

Hearing this, Wei Ran quickly put down the tin can in his hand, stood up with the medicine box in his hand, bid farewell to the three young soldiers and left the cinema.

"Father Hans, how long have I been asleep?" Wei Ran asked looking at the dark sky outside.

"About a few hours." Father Hans looked at his watch, "It's almost seven o'clock, let's go back soon!"

"Seven o'clock?!"

Wei Ran subconsciously looked up at the direction of the Moltke Bridge. If the historical records are correct, at [-] o'clock tonight, the Soviet Red Army will bombard the Moltke Bridge for an hour!

"What's the matter?" Father Hans asked, looking at him in confusion.

"It's nothing, I just didn't expect to sleep for so long." Wei Ran quickened his pace, "Let's go back quickly!"

"You don't want to see Nurse Leni, do you?"

Father Hans made a joke, and then sped up his pace to catch up with Wei Ran. When they got back to the end of the alley, they found Dr. With half a cigarette.

"There are no wounded?" Father Hans asked in surprise, "Marco, how come you bastard also learned to smoke?"

When Marco saw Father Hans coming back, he quickly stubbed out the cigarette, but then he saw the former wave his hand indifferently, "Forget it, you are already an adult, so I didn't say what I said just now."

Hearing this, Marco immediately breathed a sigh of relief, tentatively took out another crumpled cigarette from his pocket, lit it and put it in his mouth.

Dr. Rocky, who was watching the excitement, also took out a cigarette case and threw it to Father Hans. After the other party lit it, he explained, "Since you left, no wounded have been brought over."

"Since no one is coming, why don't we go to the basement to have a look?" Wei Ran squatted beside the shell crater and asked, "Although it is dangerous for them to come up at this time, it should be no problem for us to go down and have a look."

"Then go down and have a look!" Apparently, Father Hans misunderstood Wei Ran's intentions, and while agreeing, he even winked at Wei Ran.

Not bothering to refute at all, Wei Ran was the first to run to the ruins of the clinic more than ten meters away, removed the door panels and furniture blocking the way, and opened the bathtub before the other three came over.

"I heard from Dr. Hans that you like Nurse Leni?" Dr. Lodge asked Wei Ran's neck before going down, "If you really like her, you can come to work in my clinic after the war is over , I can let Leni be your assistant."

"I like a fart"

Wei Ran cursed secretly in his heart, and echoed Dr. Lodge with nonsense, which made him climb down the ladder obediently.

After everyone went down, Wei Ran, who was the last to come down, stepped on the ladder and supported the bathtub to cover the hole, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

In the crowded basement, Mario had already played with several other Jewish children. At this time, they were lining up to shake the exhaust fans for ventilation, obviously treating this vital job as a game.

When Marco replaced the kerosene lamp hanging above his head with a lit gas lamp, the basement became brighter than ever before.

And the two old things, Papa Hans and Dr. Lodge, also brazenly hinted in front of everyone that "the young Dr. Victor fell in love with Nurse Leni".

However, regardless of Wei Ran or Nurse Lai Ni, their embarrassment did not last long, and the intensive sound of gunfire was transmitted into the basement along the vents, and then, even the cups placed on the wooden box fell due to the vibration of the ground come down!

"What's going on?!" Dr. Rocky frowned.

"Bombardment! It seems to be shelling!" Father Hans asked nervously, "Rocky, your basement."

"No problem!" Dr. Lodge replied in a loud voice without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, "The surrounding walls and the top of the head are reinforced with concrete, and even the vents are made of concrete. Unless the shell directly hits it, otherwise do not worry!"

"It's better!"

Father Hans hugged Mario and hid in the corner, "Let's hide against the wall, but keep a little distance from the wall, so as not to break the spine!"

At the same time, Wei Ran also took off the kerosene lamp that had just been lit, turned it off, unscrewed the air valve and placed it in the vent position, and swayed the exhaust fan rapidly while the earth was shaking, to expel the remaining vaporized kerosene to the surface .

After finishing the last work, Wei Ran hurriedly sat on a wooden box against the wall, fastened the helmet that had been worn on top of his head, and at the same time reminded everyone to open their mouths, lest the eardrums be ruptured by the explosion.

Under the repeated reminders from him and Father Hans, everyone was ready to deal with the shelling, and waited for the shelling to end with their heads shrunk.

"The Soviets may be ready to cross the river." Father Hans, who turned on the flashlight, shouted in Wei Ran's ear.

"I guess it won't end in a short time! Unless they occupy the Moltke Bridge!" Wei Ran also responded with a loud voice.

"I hope no shells will fall on our heads." Dr. Lodge held down the stethoscope hanging around his neck, and secretly tightened the two rings on it.

"Victor, will we die?" Marco asked with a pale face.

Wei Ran shook his head blankly, and didn't know whether he was giving a negative answer, or he didn't know how to answer this question at all.

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