War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1534: Unexpected Wart Tai Captive

When the moon completely climbed above the treetops, a tattered blanket was slowly lifted up in the shadow of the ruins. Wei Ran, who had just had a short nap, stretched his body gently and stood up little by little, leaning against the wall.

After listening for a moment, he threw the blanket in his hands and the scarf on his head at his feet, and then took off the baggy overalls he was using as camouflage.

In the darkness, he also had a titanium alloy pistol with a silencer in his hand.

After checking in the dark, Wei Ran put away his weapon, picked up the blanket again, held it in his hand, and carefully leaned his head out to look diagonally across the wall.

At this time, the bonfire had gone out, but the driver's window of the pickup truck was open, and there seemed to be the sound of a radio and slight snoring coming from inside, as well as the unique smell of burning hemp.

Looking left and right, and then paying special attention to the direction of the roof, Wei Ran waited patiently. When his eyes had gradually adapted to the dim light around him and he could even vaguely see the outline of the figure in the car, the titanium alloy pistol appeared in his hand again.

Without wasting any more time, he crouched down and walked around to the rear of the car from a distance, then walked over quickly and quietly, reaching out and pulling the door of the rear compartment.

Fortunately, the car door was not locked. He had already leaned against the door, and the pistol, which was loosely wrapped in the blanket, did not need to be fired, so he entered the car with it.

“It’s really cold tonight”

Wei Ran entered the carriage filled with the smell of dog hemp, and at the same time, the reading light was on because the door was open, and he did not forget to complain in Hebrew, "Move in."

"yes"

The man sitting in the driver's seat said this while taking a puff of his cigarette.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Almost at the same time as he hit the car door, Wei Ran pulled the trigger at the driver. Then, due to the recoil, the muzzle of the gun tilted to the side and shot the unlucky guy behind the driver's seat in the temple, who seemed to have just been awakened and had not yet regained consciousness.

"Snapped!"

In the third gunshot that was suppressed by the silencer and the car compartment, the unlucky guy next to Wei Ran was also shot in the neck.

"You'd better not move"

While Wei Ran was speaking, his right hand had already passed through the gap between the front seat headrest and the door pillar and was resting on the neck of the person in the passenger seat.

Without waiting for his reply, Wei Ran also put away his gun, waved his arm to throw off the blanket in his hand, then took out the gun again, pointed it behind the ear of the man in the passenger seat and asked, "Do you speak Hebrew?"

Seeing that the person in front of him was as dazed as an owl with a spotlight on its face, Wei Ran patiently asked again in English, French, the newly learned Tuerqi language and Spicy language, and even Russian and Italian.

Unfortunately, the only foreign languages ​​this guy knows are "hello", "ShuanQ" and the useless "Harry playing lure".

"Study hard in your next life. There's no harm in learning a foreign language."

Wei Ran finally gave some advice in his native language, and the scalpel in his hand instantly cut open the man's neck, throat and thick blood vessels.

"laugh!"

Amid the pervasive smell of blood, the pickup truck's already cracked windshield was smeared with a layer of blood. Wei Ran withdrew his hand before the blood splattered out.

Taking a close look at the additional American military radio installed on the vehicle, Wei Ran pulled out his most handy Mauser bayonet from the leg pocket of the militant next to him.

It was normal for this thing to appear here. Just from the response he got when he greeted him in Hebrew when he just entered the door, he could tell that there was definitely someone stupid among these people.

What most people don’t know is that after the end of World War II, it was precisely Japan that was equipped with the most World War II Mauser rifles, or “98K”, and bayonets.

You can call it "acceptance", "compensation" or even smuggling.

In short, after the end of World War II, a large number of original Mausers, 98Ks produced by Jackslow Fakes, and a large number of surplus military bullets were hidden by the Jews in cargo ships filled with onions, and smuggled to Yisi Lie in batches to continue serving Nazi Germany.

Even at this time in the 1980s, some special-purpose Mauser rifles, such as sniper-type rifles, were not completely retired.

As for the bayonet, who knows whether the Jewish people have a fetish for it or whether they seem to be particularly fond of it based on the rave reviews of it because "our fathers said it feels good to be stabbed with this thing."

After touching the blade and poking and wiping it on the corpse beside him to try out the feel, Wei Ran pushed the door open and got out of the car with satisfaction, then groped his way into a building on the side of the road.

He walked slowly up the broken stairs full of garbage. When he reached the second floor, he could vaguely hear snoring.

Guided by the sound and the moonlight coming in through the window, he soon noticed that three other armed militants were sleeping against the wall with weapons by the window on the second floor.

Wei Ran quietly approached the three people standing side by side, and with quick and decisive movements, he stabbed two of them through the heart, liver and lungs with the slender bayonet in his hand that had been sharpened.

Ignoring the corpse that was still twitching unconsciously, he covered the last man's mouth and put the bayonet to his heart.

After patiently waiting for the man to wake up, Wei Ran whispered in his ear, "Do you speak Hebrew?"

However, although this man nodded slightly, his hand was not honest and reached for the grenade hanging on his chest.

"puff"

The bayonet in Wei Ran's hand easily pierced through the opponent's clothes, then the chest and the heart, and he shook the handle of the knife habitually.

When the man stopped moving, he did not draw his bayonet. Instead, he stood up and walked towards the stairs.

After listening for a moment, he crouched down carefully, feeling the steps and the wall with his hands, and slowly climbed up one step at a time.

As expected, when he walked up five or six steps, his fingertips touched a thin horizontal wire.

After waiting for a moment, he took out a flashlight, covered the lamp with his hand, turned it on, and took a look with the help of the faint light leaking through his fingers.

Fortunately, there was no explosive on the thin wire, only two shrunken cans hanging on it.

He carefully crossed the cordon, but did not let his guard down.

Sure enough, after walking a few more steps up, he found a new cordon, on which hung a string of bullet shells tied together with thin wires like wind chimes.

  Still quite alive.

Wei Ran cursed inwardly, then carefully stepped over again, almost crawling, and "swam" along the stairs to the third floor, and once again smelled the unique smell of dog hemp.

Pinching his nose, Wei Ran moved forward step by step in the dark, sticking to the wall. Soon, he arrived at the door of a small room.

There was no extra light in the room except for a cigarette butt that flickered. But even with the light of the cigarette butt, it was enough for him to see clearly that this was a bedroom.

There was a double sofa on the bed in the bedroom. In front of the sofa, against the wall, there was a ladder, and there seemed to be a gun on the ladder.

At this time, the smoker was sitting on the double sofa, and the narrow hole in the wall in front of him not only let the wind blow in and take away the toxic second-hand smoke, but also let some moonlight in and shine on a group photo hanging on the wall beside the bed.

The photo was of a family of three, and the child in the middle, who was being held together, was a baby with a particularly happy smile.

Wei Ran gently withdrew his gaze and observed the other two rooms on this floor. After making sure that there was no one else, he returned to the door of that room again.

Only this time, he had a pistol and a flashlight in his hands.

Stepping into the room, Wei Ran was not polite at all. He pulled the trigger almost at the same time as the flashlight shone on the other person's face and the other person threw away the cigarette butt in his hand and prepared to pick up the pistol on his leg.

"Snapped!"

After the crisp sound of gunfire, a charred bullet hole appeared between the opponent's eyebrows. At the same time, Wei Ran raised the muzzle slightly with the recoil and aimed at a person sitting on the same sofa, who seemed to be sleeping just now.

"Can you understand Hebrew?" Wei Ran asked.

After a moment's hesitation, the man with the turban on his head asked, "Who are you?"

"It's your father"

Wei Ran said unhappily, "Take off your headscarf and stuff it into your own mouth."

Hearing this, the man who was being pointed at by the gun and flashlight hesitated for a moment, and finally slowly pulled off the scarf and stuffed it into his mouth.

To Wei Ran's surprise, this person turned out to be a gray-haired old man. Even so, he did not hesitate at all, walked to the bed, put the flashlight on the armrest of the sofa, put the gun in his left hand against the back of the man's head, grabbed the man's raised wrist with his right hand, squeezed and shook it hard, and it didn't take much effort to open the man's wrist joint while the man screamed in his throat.

'The Other Hand'

Wei Ran, who had no idea of ​​respecting the elderly and loving the young, spoke in Hebrew. After a brief hesitation, the latter put his other hand to Wei Ran and let him pinch the joints of this hand open.

"Come down now, we can talk." Wei Ran said, put away the gun, and pulled the other person off the bed by the neck.

"What's your name?" Wei Ran asked as he took off the pieces of clothing on the other person's body.

To his surprise, he found a lot of Soviet weapons on this man.

The most representative of these is a Nagant revolver. On the grip of this pistol, there is actually an inlaid sickle and hammer logo that appears to be made of gold.

"Where did you get this gun?" Wei Ran pulled the cloth out of the other person's mouth and asked while shaking the gun in his hand.

"It was originally mine," the old man snorted and replied in Hebrew.

It was from this sentence that Wei Ran heard the Russian tongue-twisting sound that was not concealed well.

"Are you Su? Were you once a Soviet?" Wei Ran asked in Russian.

Just one sentence made the old man shudder.

After a brief silence, the old man switched to Russian, "Yes, I used to be a Soviet."

"Soviet Jews?"

Wei Ran asked, he even heard Russian with a strong southern accent in the other party's words.

"Yes, a Soviet Jew." The old man repeated, "What about you? Are you from the Soviet Union?"

“I’m afraid this is the department you least want to deal with.”

Wei Ran answered this question with a smile. He was even deliberately imitating some of the temperament of old man Nicholas, a temperament that could make many Soviet traitors shiver in their feet.

Sure enough, the old guy sitting opposite shivered uncontrollably.

"Where are you going to start explaining the problem?"

Wei Ran asked slowly, "I have plenty of time and patience. If you don't want to say anything, I can take you back to my office in Lubyanka to have a good chat."

"What do you want to know?" the old man asked resignedly.

"Why don't we start with this gun?" Wei Ran shook the revolver that was hooked with his little finger, and at the same time, he pretended to be arrogant and re-lit the flashlight to look at everything in the room. By the way, he also used the cloth in his hand to block the window on the wall that was only the size of a instant noodle pancake.

There aren't many things in this room, but each one is extremely interesting.

On the ladder next to the window was an early-model SVD sniper rifle wrapped in cloth.

In addition, there is a high-magnification telescope, a small AKS74U submachine gun and an even smaller Uzi submachine gun hanging on the ladder.

"That gun was the weapon I used in World War II"

Just as Wei Ran picked up the Uzi submachine gun, the old man sitting against the wall began to answer his question, "I am from Ukraine. The Red Army rescued me from the concentration camp and I joined the Red Army. That gun was the honor I got when I entered Berlin."

"Honor? So how did you end up here?" Wei Ran snorted and asked casually, as if he already knew the answer.

"My son fought in the Afghan War"

The old man replied, "He was a fighter pilot, but he didn't want to participate in the war of aggression, so he deliberately retired after being injured. After that, my family found a way to leave the Soviet Union and return to Yishelie."

"Don't want to participate in the war of aggression? Return? You really know how to use words."

Wei Ran couldn't help but sneered, "So what are you doing now? Are you here with a telescope to peek at a pretty girl bathing?"

Seeing that the old man didn't say anything, Wei Ran tapped the bed board lightly with the revolver in his hand and said, "Answer the question."

"Monitor the hospital more than 700 meters away," the old man replied reluctantly.

"What is your goal?" Wei Ran asked again.

"do not know"

The old man shook his head and said, "The person who knew the target has just been killed by you."

"Do you think I will believe it?" While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already pressed down the hammer of the revolver.

"Even if you took me back to the Lubyanka I wouldn't know"

The old man replied in despair, "We returned too late. They didn't really trust us. Instead, they thought I was a spy sent by the Soviet Union. The only way I could prove it was to join the war.

I'm sixty-six years old, but I'm a sniper, taking orders from a man who's not even older than my son, and I shoot whoever he tells me to shoot."

"Where is your son?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"In the hospital."

The old man closed his eyes. "He lost a leg in a battle a few months ago and is still in the hospital. Are you here to capture my son?"

"What else do you know?"

Wei Ran asked without giving up. He wanted to find a Jew to ask, but he never expected to find such an awkward person. As for the other party's questions, he had no obligation to answer them.

"What do you mean?" the old man asked back a little nervously.

"The target of the chair crack can't be a shabby hospital like that, right?" Wei Ran misled the other party in a matter-of-fact tone.

"I do not know"

The old man was obviously relieved when he saw that Wei Ran didn't ask about his son, "I'm just a soldier, I..."

“Next question”

Wei Ran was too lazy to listen to the other party complaining about the lousy path he had chosen, "How long have you been lurking here?"

"This is the third day"

The old man lying on the ground replied, "We hid here the night before the international forces began to withdraw."

"What are the identities of those people downstairs?"

"Not sure. The second floor is another group that replaced us. The ones on the first floor seem to be only responsible for covering us. They are not even Wart Tai people."

"Are you the only ones sent here?" Wei Ran asked again.

"I am not sure"

"Which one of the unexploded bomb explosion this morning, the dust explosion at noon, and the poisoning incident in the evening was done by you?" Wei Ran asked the last question.

“We’ve always been here”

The old man replied, "We were only responsible for monitoring the hospital. We never even shot anyone."

"Snapped!"

Before the old man could finish his words, Wei Ran pulled the trigger at his forehead.

Bending down to pick up the shell, he searched the room again, and then hid the several Soviet-style grenades he had found in various corners of the room.

Without wasting any more time, he returned downstairs, searched the bodies on the second floor and pulled out the Mauser bayonet.

After carefully looking around to make sure there was no one downstairs, he opened the car door again and redid the wounds on the bodies that had been cut with the scalpel, destroying the unique marks left by the scalpel.

Having gained nothing, Wei Ran took off the blood-stained Falangist uniform, poured fuel on it and threw it into the carriage along with the tattered blanket. Then he changed into the baggy, clean work pants and wrapped the weapons he had picked up with the headscarf he had dropped.

Finally, he set fire to the torn blanket that was deliberately stuck outside the window, and Wei Ran disappeared into the night in disappointment as the flames grew bigger and bigger.

Just like when he came here, he went around in circles and sneaked back to the hospital, pried open the door of the operating room, went in with a big bag of loot, and closed the door.

The things he seized this time were not few. There was a large roll of cash alone, six or seven gold rings, and seven or eight watches of various kinds. In particular, he also took an Arrow watch off the old man's wrist.

He had obtained this thing when he had his clothes custom-made in Moscow. Earlier, when Tima was looting an abandoned military base on the east side of the Ural Mountains, he had also found one. They both often wore that watch, but he did not expect to see it again here.

Obviously, this watch most likely came from the old man's son. After all, the Soviet Union had not yet collapsed at that time, and it could even be said that the country was at its strongest.

At that time, an air force pilot who could afford such a watch could live a very wealthy life in the Soviet Union.

But even so, this family who claimed not to want to participate in a war of aggression actually came to this tiny country that was not even as wide as a pair of pants to participate in another war of aggression.

No, no, no, in their eyes this is not called run, this is called return.

Outrageous? It is indeed outrageous, but it is not unprecedented.

  Not to mention anything else, what's the difference between those big breeders in later generations who are willing to be stabbed by the Mexicans and go to the United States to wash dishes and those old guys and their family?

After weighing the watch, Wei Ran put it on his wrist without any psychological barrier, and at the same time put the banknotes and valuables aside.

Of course, he brought back more than just these things, including the Mauser bayonet, which was much more convenient to use than a scalpel or a grommet, the AKS74U, and even the Uzi submachine gun and its accompanying ammunition.

But compared to these, the weapon that really concerned him was actually the early SVD sniper rifle.

Although he had no way of telling Sewing Machine and the others what happened next, he knew clearly that although the Falangists were the main force in the massacre, the Yishelie people who were on guard duty did not really kill no one.

According to later investigations, the Yishelie people who occupied several high-rise buildings not only informed the Falange Party, who were responsible for the attack, of the refugee movements they observed via radio, but many snipers even held a "target shooting competition" in private.

He was more or less confident about dealing with the Long Gunmen, but it would be too dangerous if he was targeted by several snipers who were competing in the competition.

It is precisely based on such concerns that the unexpected appearance of the SVD is so timely and important, like a timely help in times of need.

He couldn't figure out whether it was his good luck or the arrangement of that living ancestor, but he was sure that it was definitely not his fault that he didn't get any useful information when hunting those people today. That broken book was definitely not clean.

Too lazy to dwell on this matter any longer, Wei Ran carefully wiped and maintained the SVD, then wrapped it in a blood-stained surgical sheet and placed it in a body bag.

Finally, he wiped the pack of forty or fifty 7N1 special bullets one by one, then he took out his pistol and refilled it with the ammunition consumed today.

"The harvest is good, but I don't know if I have collected 20 heads."

Wei Ran muttered something at last, and with the expectation of being able to understand Arabic, he walked towards the garage carrying the body bag containing weapons, climbed into the yard as if he was familiar with the way, randomly selected an inconspicuous corner, dug a hole with an engineering shovel, buried the body bag containing hot weapons in it, and left only the handy Mauser bayonet and various belongings.

Finally, he took a shower to wash off the remaining smell of blood on his body and changed into a set of clean clothes that he had placed in the bathroom in advance. Wei Ran glanced at the time on the dial and carefully pushed open the small door leading to the warehouse.

Before he even entered the warehouse, he noticed the candle lamp hanging on the rearview mirror of the ambulance, which was still emitting dim light, and also saw a meal on the dining table at the rear of the car.

Wei Ran sighed silently, not knowing how to face Edelweiss. After some struggle, he walked towards the front of the car, opened the passenger door and got in.

"You're back?!"

Edelweiss, who had fallen asleep on the steering wheel, looked at Wei Ran in surprise. After rubbing her eyes, she asked carefully and softly, "Are you okay?"

"no"

Wei Ran shook his head, subconsciously glanced at the other person's red and swollen eyes, and then looked at the empty wine bottle on the engine hood.

He could already smell the scent of wine coming from the girl. Obviously, she must have drunk a lot of wine while waiting for him to come back.

"I'm scared"

Edelweiss, who was wearing a nightgown, said after a moment of silence, "I'm afraid that I will die here, that the children will die here, that the wounded will not survive, and I'm also afraid."

At this point, Edelweiss, with tears in her eyes, looked at Wei Ran and said, "I'm also afraid that Mr. Dongfeng won't be able to come back before dawn."

"I-I'm back," Wei Ran said in a hoarse voice. For some reason, he wanted to escape from here, escape from this girl.

However, at the same time that he had this thought, Edelweiss had already clumsily crossed the hood between the two of them. When Wei Ran subconsciously held the empty wine bottle that she had touched, she had already sat on his legs and threw herself into his arms.

"Can you hold me? Just for a little while."

Edelweiss whispered in his ear with a sobbing voice, but the surging tears had already slid down her cheeks to Wei Ran's cheeks, and dripped onto their clothes, just like Rama who had taken the initiative to hug him during the day.

  Ugh.

Wei Ran let out a light sigh, placed the bottle of wine in his hand on the driver's seat, and hugged the petite girl, letting her cry silently in his arms while biting the collar of his clothes.

It was only at this time that he belatedly thought of another question: Who killed Ed in the time and space without him?

  yes.

Is that the Edelweiss?

That was a bit too cruel.