War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 132 Surrender (addition for Ye Tinglan)
Seeing Wei Ran and Father Hans coming from the next door, Marco, who was standing by the campfire, quickly brought over the steaming fish soup.

"Drink it first, before the two Soviets wake up, I will send the other pots of fish soup and boiled water to the basement."

After receiving the fish soup from Marco, Father Hans repeated what he had said to Wei Ran in a low voice again, "Marco, when you finish delivering the fish soup, we will have nothing to hide in the basement. women, whether adults or minors."

Marko seemed to think of the demonized Soviets that he once advertised on the radio. He nodded with a pale face, and carrying a lunch box full of fish soup and fish meat, he stumbled towards the bathtub not far away.

"I remember when you came up from the basement after the shelling, you said you knew Russian?" Father Hans asked abruptly.

"I have learned some before, and I can barely communicate."

While talking, Wei Ran put the fish soup back on the edge of the campfire to heat up, then sat down on the edge of the fireplace, and with the help of the constantly beating firelight, he opened the ID card that was found on the wounded man.

"What's written on it?" Father Hans asked while sipping on the warm fish soup.

Hearing this, Wei Ran handed the ID that was wet by the river to Father Hans, "This man is called Ivan, and he is a company instructor of the 765th Regiment of the Soviet Red Army. Maybe they are attacking the Moltke Bridge."

"wait"

Father Hans returned the wet ID to Wei Ran, put down the fish soup that was almost finished, walked quickly into the operating room next door, and then came over with an equally wet ID and handed it to Wei Ran, "This Woolen cloth?"

After receiving the certificate and opening it, Wei Ran's eyes subconsciously widened. Although the name of the owner on this certificate is also long and long, the beginning is Mikhail!

Could it be that after decades, the name Mario kept chanting before his death was him?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, moved to the bonfire, continued to look at the contents of the certificate, and finally confirmed that this person named Mikhail was indeed the one provided by Professor Alexei before this war. The owner of the Patriotic War Medal of the Second Class - Commando Mikhail of the 79th Division of the 150th Infantry Army of the Soviet Red Army and the 765st Battalion of the 1th Regiment!

Looking at Dr. Rocky who just came out from the next door with a strange expression, Wei Ran spread out the two documents and leaned them against a brick by the campfire to help them evaporate and dry as soon as possible.

"You haven't answered my question yet," Father Hans reminded him, picking up the fish soup again.

Wei Ran also picked up the fish soup, "This man's name is Mikhail, he's from the same unit as the amputee, and he's a second lieutenant."

Satisfied with his curiosity, Father Hans handed another portion of fish soup to Dr. Lodge who had just sat down by the fireplace and said, "You saved a second lieutenant and a... what?"

"Captain" Wei Ran added with a smile, "a little higher than the captain, a little lower than the major."

"No matter what it is," Father Hans waited for Dr. Lodge to take the fish soup and continued, "What are you going to do when they wake up?"

Dr. Lodge spread his hands, pointed to Marco who was walking this way, and said nonchalantly, "We have a major here, and it will be nothing but them surrendering to us, or we surrendering to them, anyway, the war will end soon gone."

"You better not be so optimistic"

Father Hans shook his head, and raised his hand to greet Marco to sit beside him, "Take off your clothes and boots and burn them, we don't need them anymore."

Hearing this, Marco quickly unbuttoned the uniform, but before throwing the uniform into the bonfire, after a moment of hesitation, he untied the boy band knife that was originally hanging on his belt, "This is Mario's, keep it Bar."

"up to you"

While Father Hans was speaking, he also untied his white coat, took off his uniform and threw it into the fireplace where the bonfire was burning.

As for Wei Ran, he had already started to take off his uniform by analogy when Father Hans spoke.

By the time the uniforms of the three were burning in the fireplace and emitting black smoke, Dr. Lodge had already hid in the shadow of the distant wall with his almost finished fish soup.

Father Hans, who put on his white coat again, stared at the black smoke rising from the fireplace, then turned his head to look at the surrounding and distant cities that had been turned into ruins and battlefields, finally sighed silently, and closed the densely covered Bloodshot and sad old eyes.

And Wei Ran, who was not far away, also dug out the Rollei camera from his bag, and silently picked up Father Hans, Dr. Rocky and Marco, together with the black smoke from the fireplace and more The Kroll Opera House, which was faintly visible in the night in the distance, was greedily included in the viewfinder window, and then the shutter was pressed.

After a long time, the uniforms of the three were burned to ashes, and the billowing black smoke gradually dissipated. Father Hans picked up some fragments of wooden furniture from around and covered the few fragile medals and metal pieces that remained in the campfire. Ying Hui leaned against the edge of the warm fireplace again, silently waiting for the dawn, for the end of the war, and for the two wounded next door to wake up, or die completely.

During the vigil of the four people in turn, the dark sky was gradually shrouded in morning fog, and the sound of firefighting in the direction of the Moltke Bridge became more and more intense.And Ivan, the Soviet Red Army instructor next door who was amputated by Wei Ran, finally woke up after the medicine wore off.

He raised his head and looked at the half of the leg wrapped in gauze. The instructor named Ivan looked vigilantly at Wei Ran, who was squatting beside him, and quietly held half of the broken brick beside him with one hand. .

"Instructor Ivan, we surrender." Wei Ran said simply in Russian before the opponent was about to pick up the brick.

"Surrender?" Ivan looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "Do you know Russian?"

"I learned it before"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he reversed the handle of the P38 pistol that was originally hanging on Marco's waist, and handed it to Ivan who was struggling to support his upper body, "The bullets in this pistol have been emptied, if you don't mind , I can help you sit up, and we have some fish soup, if."

"Where's my comrade-in-arms?" Ivan asked nonchalantly, taking the pistol.

Wei Ran pointed to a dark corner not far away, "His injury is more serious than yours, and he hasn't woken up yet."

Letting Wei Ran support himself against the wall, Ivan hesitated for a moment and asked, "You guys saved us?"

Wei Ran pointed behind him and explained frankly, "The others are behind that wall. If you don't accept our surrender, they can run away quickly."

Ivan couldn't help showing a tired smile when he heard the words, "Who are you?"

"We are all doctors in the same clinic"

Wei Ran said, and took up the half of the clinic signboard they found from the ruins and showed it to the other party, "You may not understand it, but this building was indeed a clinic before it was destroyed by shells."

Ivan was silent for a moment, then stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you for saving me and my comrades in arms. If you can, give me a bowl of fish soup."

　The previous chapter was updated in two, and this chapter repays the debt, adding updates for the boss Ye Tinglan, adding updates for the boss Ye Tinglan, and adding updates for the boss Ye Tinglan

　　
　
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