War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 193
After a good night's rest at Noah's house, early the next morning, Wei Ran put the P38 pistol in the tin box into his pocket, left the rather luxurious villa alone, took a taxi and went straight for more than ten kilometers away I found a large supermarket in the Nuremberg area of ​​the city and started purchasing.

The volume of the food boxes obtained in the defense of Teng County was not large. There were only two floors in total, and half of them were filled with bullets. What was left for him was only one floor.

After some weighing, Wei Ran bought dozens of energy bars such as Snickers bars, two pairs of thick enough wool socks, a box of petroleum jelly, a small bag of salt, and a roll of oven paper, and finally found a store that sells motorcycles I bought a retro-style polarized windshield from a car supply store, and then randomly found a nearby hotel to live in.

After carefully checking the hotel room according to the method learned in Hongqi Forest Farm, Wei Ran summoned the food box from the metal book.

The bullets in the first layer of the food box naturally don't need to be moved, but the gap between the bullets and the cover can completely fit the two pairs of wool socks and the specially selected retro goggles.

As for the vacant second floor of the food box, under Wei Ran's busyness, it was quickly filled with pieces of chocolate bars wrapped in small pieces of oven paper after the packaging was torn off.

Finally, sprinkle the small bag of salt into the gaps between the chocolate bars, and put the box of Vaseline that has been torn off the packaging into the space reserved in advance.

This is not over yet, after Wei Ran thought for a moment, he took off the watch on his wrist and stuffed it into the gap on the second floor of the food box.

He did this simply to see if he could bring modern things back to the past. If this quartz watch could be brought over, then next time, he might be able to bring something more interesting.

Everything was ready, Wei Ran took out the P38 pistol and placed it on the bed, took a deep breath and summoned the rusty metal book.

With a soft "click", the quill pen inlaid on the metal cover slowly floated in the air, and when the page turned to the blank tenth page, the quill pen immediately drew a picture on the page. A P38 pistol.

Character Identity: Civil Guard Scout Victor

Return mission: assist the anti-tank fighter Markla in chasing the German armored vehicles and take 10 photos

On the side of Finland again?

Just looking at the character's identity, Wei Ran guessed it, and then his field of vision was filled with intense white light. In less than a second, he felt the biting cold wind blowing in front of him, and his ears gradually sounded like There is almost no sound of conversation.

When the white light faded, Wei Ran immediately looked around vigilantly, and then found himself sitting in a very spacious sleigh.

There seemed to be something in the center of the sleigh, which was being tightly covered by a white rabbit fur blanket.

On the other side of this unknown object, there was actually a Soviet man with a huge scar on his face that stretched from the corner of his mouth to his ears, wearing disc glasses, and a camera hanging around his neck.

The reason why Wei Ran was able to confirm the other party's nationality so much was because of the gilded "Pravda" on the plastic leather book that seemed to be held tightly by his left hand that seemed to have been burned.There is no doubt that the other party is not only a Soviet person, but also a reporter from "Pravda" with a high probability.

In addition to the two of them, there was a man who was yelling at the reindeer sitting directly in front of the sleigh, but because he could only see his back, he couldn't judge the identity of the other party for a while.

And behind Wei Ran, there was a man who wrapped himself tightly in a bearskin blanket, only showing most of his face.

From time to time, the Soviet reporter, who seemed to be in his early 20s, would ask some questions in jerky Finnish, such as "views on the Soviet Union, views on the crispy" and the like.

And the middle-aged man with an indifferent face behind him patiently answered the other party's questions in an extremely perfunctory tone.

It was also from the question and answer between these two people that Wei Ran probably learned that the name of the Soviet reporter was Konon, and that the man who had been hiding in the bearskin blanket from the beginning to the end was the one in the return mission. Mentioned anti-tank hand Markla.

As for the person driving, Wei Ran also learned from their few words that it turned out to be Markla's son Karl, a young man who was just 19 years old.

Seeing that the Soviet reporter Konon had completed the interview with Markla, and was about to ask Wei Ran, who was sitting side by side, Markla said in a timely manner, "Karl, find a place to camp nearby."

"why?"

Before the young man in charge of the car responded, the reporter, Conon, asked vigilantly, "The traces of the tracks on the snow are very clear now, maybe we will catch up soon, do you want to let go of those Germans?" people?"

"are you an idiot?"

Karl, who had already yelled at the two reindeer to stop by a pine tree, turned his head and said mockingly, "In front of us is the frozen lake, an open area several kilometers long."

"So what?" Conon asked, not knowing why.

"We're chasing a half-track, a half-track belonging to a German anti-aircraft battalion."

While speaking, Marka lifted the rabbit fur blanket beside him and Wei Ran, revealing an extraordinarily thick anti-tank gun, "Do you think that with this outdated weapon before World War II, we can safely pass through that area?" Is it an open area?"

Kenon, a reporter who seems to be less than 30 years old at most, was not easily persuaded, "Are we just waiting this long?"

"Or you can drive the reindeer to chase them by yourself and interview the Germans on the other side of the frozen lake for their views on the Soviet." Young Carl tied the reindeer to a tree, and continued to taunt mercilessly, "Maybe they also I am willing to recite it according to the interview answers you gave.”

"Carl!"

Marka glared at his son, and then explained in a flat tone, "Don't worry, Comrade Conon, those Germans can't escape, we have enough chances to get rid of them."

"Can you tell me about your plan in detail?" Conon asked eagerly.

Marka motioned Wei Ran to help unload tents and other things from the sleigh cart, and at the same time patiently explained with confidence, "There are only a few fastest routes from here to Norway, no matter which route they take, they will pass through the canyon halfway We just need to find a suitable place in the canyon of their choice, create an avalanche with anti-tank guns, and we can finish them safely."

"I hope what you say is true"

After finishing speaking, the reporter Konon approached Wei Ran who was eavesdropping on the conversation and helping to set up the tent by the way, and asked in more proficient Russian, "Lieutenant Victor, can you tell me your views on this war? "

"Brother Victor's hometown, Vipri, was taken away by your Soviet Union. How can he see it? How can you destroy Vipri?" The young and impulsive Karl continued to mock.

"Carl! Shut up your stinking mouth! If you still have the energy, go around and chop some wood with an axe!" Markla said in a stern tone.

Carl blatantly spat at his feet, took the ax handed by his father, stepped on the skis and ran away.

"Can we continue our conversation?" Conon didn't care about Carl's attitude, but continued to look at Wei Ran with his notebook and pencil, obviously looking forward to the other party's answer.

Wei Ran, who had already seen the situation clearly, poked the shovel in his hand between him and Konon, and said in Russian with a smile, "Comrade Konon, the war will end, I don't have any opinion on this war, As long as the war can end as soon as possible and peace can appear as soon as possible."

"What about the Soviets, what do you think of the Soviets?" Conon continued to ask.

"I think about the Soviets the same way I think about the war. As long as there is no war, nothing else matters."

Wei Ran spread his hands, "But the most important thing now is to set up the tent as soon as possible. If you have nothing to do, how about going to the lake with a gun and binoculars to help us watch?"

"Are you trying to push me away?" Conon asked warily.

"You think too much." Wei Ran grabbed the shovel stuck between the two of them and forced it into the opponent's hand, "Or if you come to help set up the tent, I can also go to watch."

After finishing speaking, Wei Ran didn't give the other party a chance to react at all, picked up a Mosin Nagant from the sled, stepped on the skis, and rushed to the edge of the lake not far in front of him.

Conon, who stayed where he was, held a shovel and looked at Markla, who was busy on the side. The latter immediately put away his hidden smile, and restored his poker face, and gave the hardest work to Conon in a flat tone. Nong, "It would be great if you are willing to help set up a tent. If possible, please help dig a snow pit under the tree that is big enough for the four of us to lie down in!"

Reluctantly, reporter Kenon put away his notebook and pencil, jumped into the snow pit under the tree with a shovel and began to wave it vigorously.Markla, on the other hand, returned to the sleigh cart, unhurriedly sorting out the things that had just been unloaded.

At the edge of the lake, Wei Ran found a thick enough pine tree to block his figure, and then took out the food box from the metal book.

However, to his disappointment, there were only ten bullets in the first layer of the food box.But the two pairs of extra thick wool socks he put in in advance, and the retro polarized goggles are still there.

On the second floor, there are a lot of Snickers bars wrapped in oven paper, salt in the gaps, and the box of Vaseline with the package torn off, but the watch that was put in it can't be found at all.

Not to mention disappointed, Wei Ran took off his thick gloves, first put the ten rounds of bullets on the first floor of the food box into his pocket, then took out Vaseline, picked it out with his fingers, and carefully applied it on his face and lips .Finally, he put the retro leather goggles around his neck and wrapped it with a scarf, and then put the food box back into the metal book.

Looking around, seeing that no one noticed him, Wei Ran took out the SVT40 semi-automatic rifle that ran out of bullets in Teng County.

Perhaps because of the problems of the times, the scope on this gun did not disappear this time.This is barely good news.

Flipping through the ammunition bag at his waist, the three magazines and the chamber of this semi-automatic rifle were all filled with bullets, and put them back in the metal book. Wei Ran finally took out the titanium alloy pistol, put the food The only ten bullets on the first floor of the box were all pressed into the magazine.

Pulling the sleeve and pushing the bullet to load, Wei Ran was slightly relieved. The food box did not bring back the watch that did not belong to this era. It was what he expected. Those unpacked Snickers bars and the like It is an unexpected surprise that something you can bring back.

But other than that, it was undoubtedly a great pity that he was only given 10 rounds of bullets that were originally packed on one layer of the food box.

Going through the materials and equipment on his body again, Wei Ran put the pistol back into the metal book, picked up the Mosin Nagant rifle that was put aside again, and continued to stare at the frozen lake with traces of track crushing outside the coniferous forest. In the distance, the unpopular reporter Kenon helped Markla set up the tent, and then he walked back slowly on his skis.

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(End of this chapter)