War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 135 Send Ivan Back

In the ruined city, the T-34 tank led a brigade of Soviet Red Army soldiers against the artillery fire from the anti-aircraft tower, and rushed towards the direction of the Kroll Opera House without hesitation.

Under the ruins, Father Hans and Wei Ran who ran back had already covered the mouths of Soviet Red Army instructor Ivan and commando Mikhail indiscriminately.

Amidst the tremors of the tank crushing the ground, everyone kept quiet. Even if the mud from the cracks in the ceiling above their heads fell into their necks and even the gauze that had just been wrapped, no one dared to move.

Wei Ran let go of Mikhail's mouth only when there was no sound above his head, and explained apologetically, "It was your Soviet infantry and tanks just now."

"Then what are you doing?"

"Ask you to stop them?"

Wei Ran patted the dirt on his head while asking back, "They are attacking the Capitol, standing on your side, calling them to stop at this time will only add trouble to them. Standing on our side, in case anyone Throw a grenade down with nervousness, and no one in the basement can escape."

"Is it time to return the submachine gun to me?"

Ivan waited until Father Hans put away the scalpel that had just been placed on his neck, and then asked helplessly. Now he can no longer tell who is a prisoner of war and who has captured whom.Even if these people hadn't really saved himself and Mikhail, if it weren't for the fact that most of the basement was full of Jews and children, he would have opened fire the last time he got the submachine gun.

Lifting his foot on the submachine gun, Marco picked it up and wiped the dirt on it with his sleeve, before handing his hands to Ivan.

After checking the submachine gun, Ivan put it aside casually, and after thinking for a moment, he said, "Victor, we can't hide here forever, and you can't hide here forever either."

Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, then opened his mouth and asked, "What do you want to do?"

"How about taking me back?"

Without waiting for Wei Ran to open his mouth, Ivan continued, "This basement can't last long. No matter you, or those children and women, they all need a relatively safer environment to wait for the end of the war. So Victor, put I will send it back, and I will explain your situation and the help you have given me and Mikhail to my superiors, and I will guarantee your safety in the future."

"In what capacity?" Wei Ran asked after translating Ivan's proposal.

"What about survivors? Jewish survivors."

Ivan said with a smile, and the eyes he met with Wei Ran were extraordinarily frank, "Even if you want to, maybe you can continue to operate your clinic, and I will try to provide help within my ability, no matter the Soviets or Germans or Jews, At the end of this war, many of them will need medical help."

After listening to Wei Ran's translation, Father Hans and Dr. Rocky discussed in a low voice, and finally agreed to Ivan's suggestion after half a broken brick fell from the crack above their heads.

"Victor, let Marco follow you." Father Hans pointed to Ivan's lame leg. "It's not very convenient to take him with you alone."

"Forget it." Wei Ran shook his head, and said in German that Ivan and Mikhail couldn't understand at all, "When I come back, if there is danger, I will find a way to shoot at the entrance and exit. Will I survive?" Come down, it's up to you."

Father Hans and Dr. Rocky looked at each other and raised their hands tiredly, "Be careful."

Wei Ran nodded, then looked at Ivan.

"Mikhail"

With the help of Wei Ran, Ivan stood up, handed the submachine gun to Mikhail, who was still lying on the cushion in the corner, and gave the order with one hand on the cracked ceiling above his head, "I will request someone to come Pick you up, and before that, protect the safety of these people in the basement."

Hearing this, Hayle, who was about to secretly take out the half bottle of alcohol left in the first aid kit while everyone was not paying attention, quickly retracted his hand, took the submachine gun handed over by Ivan and saluted, "Do not worry!"

Ivan looked at Wei Ran, "Shall we go?"

Hearing this, Wei Ran stepped on the ladder, and cautiously poked his head out of the basement exit. Seeing that the Soviet Red Army soldiers and tanks had rushed to the King's Square in the distance, he dragged Ivan away with the help of Marko. come out.

Then he picked up a stick and handed it to Ivan as a crutch. After Ivan had identified the direction, Wei Ran supported him, and under the cover of the ruins, he walked carefully towards the building of the Ministry of the Interior.

It was already the afternoon of April 4th, and the building of the Ministry of the Interior, where a large number of German soldiers were stationed, had been captured by the Soviet Red Army. They even dismantled several cannons and sent them to the second floor for reassembly. They faced the Opera House from the window. A round of shells were fired in the direction of the Capitol.

The distance from the basement to the building of the Ministry of the Interior was only a few hundred meters, but along the way lay a large number of corpses of soldiers from both sides of the Soviet Union and Berlin civilians, as well as bomb craters no less than corpses!

When Wei Ran supported Ivan, he limped around the collapsed or dilapidated buildings, and when he was tens of meters away from the building of the Ministry of the Interior, a group of Soviet Red Army soldiers who were on guard immediately put their guns on him. aimed at them.

Let the two Soviet Red Army hold his shoulders. Fortunately, when they were about to take off the camera that Wei Ran specially hung around his neck, Ivan took back his ID and said, "Let him go, he is not a prisoner .”

The two soldiers looked at Ivan's epaulets and the empty left trouser leg. After a moment of hesitation, one of them finally hung the camera he had just taken off around Wei Ran's neck.

As Ivan entered the building of the Ministry of Internal Affairs, Wei Ran was sent to a messy room, and Ivan ran away to nowhere.

Half an hour later, Ivan pushed open the door full of bullet holes with a pair of crutches, and behind him was a female soldier in a white coat.

"Victor, this is Captain Katya, the head of the field medical team." After Ivan finished speaking, he turned and said to the young woman behind him, "He is the Victor I just mentioned."

Seeing this, Wei Ran hurriedly reached out his hand to shake the other party politely, and then looked at Ivan suspiciously.

"The battalion commander allows you to join the field hospital in charge of Captain Katya." Ivan patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, "and guarantee your safety. If you have no objections, you can take the soldiers to pick up Mikhail now."

Can there be a fart opinion?Wei Ran had no choice but to nod, and asked dumbfoundedly, "It's an honor to get this job, but is there any salary?"

"At least it will make you full, and no one will snatch your camera." Captain Katya hooked his hand at Wei Ran, "Let's go, I hope that before we find that bastard Mikhail, he hasn't finished your drinks Medical alcohol."

"How do you know?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

Katya rolled her eyes, "It's not the first time he's done this kind of thing."

Co-author or a habitual offender?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and while Ivan watched him off, he took Captain Katya and a group of Soviet soldiers equipped with Bobosha submachine guns back to the basement.

At the same time, the people waiting in the almost collapsed basement were not idle. Nurse Leni cut out white hexagrams with a white sheet. In addition, everyone had a piece sewn on the chest of their shirts, and at the same time burned Mario's cherished Youth League ID.Even the early Boys Knife he and Marco exchanged was wrapped in a sheet and hidden in the basement vent, along with Dr. Lodge's Luger and Marco's gold bar. .

Seeing Mario with a look of reluctance, the little Jewish girl Mora patted Mario on the back like an adult, and said solemnly, "From now on, you are my trophy, and I will protect you Yes, just like you protected me a few days ago."

"Then will you give me to your Yuantou?" Mario asked with a sad face.

"We don't have round heads," Mora said helplessly, "but if you want to live, you'll be a Jew from now on."

Mario looked pitifully at his older brother Marco, who also had a hexagram stitched on his chest, and saw the latter smiling and nodding at him, so he reluctantly said, "Okay then."

Marco and Father Hans glanced at each other, then looked at the crudely made knife in his hand. After hesitating for a moment, he bent down and picked up a small brick, rubbing off the painted Boys logo on the handle, Then he put it in his arms and regarded it as the last self-defense weapon.

It was Mikhail, who beckoned Mario to come over, and then pointed to himself.

Almost reflexively, Mario immediately shouted, "Mikhail!"

The former nodded in satisfaction, took out the Second Class Patriotic War Medal that he won from Mario when he was playing a game not long ago, and personally helped him fix it on the hexagram on his chest, and grinned at Mario. O smiled, and patted his little shoulder hard.

"Did you send me off?!" Mario asked excitedly with his eyes rounded, and he had already forgotten the little unhappy thing just now.

"Ulla!" Mikhail shouted, raising his fist while nodding.

"Wow! Whoa!" Mario raised his right hand very familiarly, but this time, his palm was clenched into a fist.

Mikhail couldn't help laughing heartily, but then grinned in pain because the wound on his abdomen was pulled.

Seeing this, Mario quickly put down his small fist, picked up the lunch box by the bed full of medical alcohol mixed with water, held it with both hands, and handed it to the former's mouth.

"This idiot."

Father Hans and the little Jewish girl Mora cursed in unison, but this time, no matter whether it was Dr. Lodge, Marko, or the Jewish female nurse around them, they all nodded in agreement.

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