War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 395 Results of the Guerrillas
In the best local hotel in Liuban, Wei Ran, who finished his morning exercise, took a cold shower as usual, changed into clean clothes, and picked up the scrap copper that was still in the canvas bag in good spirits. Rotten iron and the car keys he got from Diane yesterday evening drove away from the hotel alone before the sun completely jumped out of the horizon.

Driving the car out of the town, choosing a direction at random, Wei Ran slowly drove the car to the edge of a seemingly dense forest and stopped, then took the bag of scrap copper and iron, and stepped on the forest to melt With heavy snow and wet fallen leaves, I walked into the depths of the dense forest with one foot deep and one foot shallow.

After the off-road vehicle behind him was completely blocked by trees, and there were no traces of human activities around, Wei Ran randomly found a dead tree lying horizontally, and took out all the things in the canvas bag, one by one. Placed on a tree trunk full of insect eyes.

Finally, after carefully checking the surrounding environment and the stock of various weapons and materials in the metal book, he carefully summoned the metal book.

Amidst the clattering sound of pages turning, the metal book placed on the tree trunk by Wei Ran automatically turned to the blank page 18, and then the metal quill brushed out a picture on the pale yellow paper. pattern.

In this pattern, there is a person kneeling on the ground, using a shovel to dig the pit in front of him. Beside him, there is a small pile of soil and a metal ammunition box.

And in the farther background, there seems to be a sledge with a machine gun on it, and around that sledge, there seems to be a figure with a gun on his back.

The metal quill that had almost finished its work fell on the moss growing on the tree trunk with a clatter, and two lines of text appeared directly below the pattern just drawn.

Role identity: News reporter Victor
Return task: assist the guerrillas to complete the ambush task, complete a teaching activity of no less than 60 minutes, and take at least one group photo.

"Teaching? What the fuck are you doing for me!"

Amidst Wei Ran's angry shouts, intense white light swept over, and immediately after, he felt the whistling wind and biting cold in his ears!
On the plane? !Hearing the familiar noise, Wei Ran felt like a ghost, and immediately blinked his eyes frantically, trying to recover his sight as soon as possible.

After a while, Wei Ran first saw the stars above his head, and then he saw the outdated wings that were exactly the same as the An-2 aircraft.

Continuing to pan his eyes, in the open cockpit directly in front of him, there is a thin figure quietly manipulating the plane with no engine started to move forward smoothly.

Look at yourself again, except for the canvas bag in your arms, you are wearing a wind-leaking cotton coat, aviator goggles on your face, and a pair of thick cotton gloves on your hands. Touching the top of your head, it seems that you are still wearing A classic Soviet fur winter hat.

Leaning his upper body slightly out of the open cabin, Wei Ran glanced at the dark ground directly below, then sat upright obediently, quietly waiting for the moment of landing.

A moment later, the engine roared without warning, and the pilot in charge of the front piloted the Bo-2 aircraft skillfully to start climbing, then shut down the engine again, and continued on the road quietly relying on excellent gliding ability.

After a long time, a reflection began to appear on the surface, and the plane began to turn around, and began to lower its altitude along the surface of the water.

"Is this a blind landing?" Wei Ran swallowed, and subconsciously clenched the armrests on both sides of the cockpit.

Unexpectedly, just when the width of the lake on the surface began to shrink, the slow biplane started the engine again, and turned lightly over the forest with an arc.

And the roar of the engine propeller was also like a signal, and soon, a long series of flashing red lights lit up right in front of it.

Guided by this string of lights, the plane further lowered its altitude and slowly advanced at a dangerous altitude almost touching the treetops.During this period, Wei Ran could even feel the noise of branches passing across the skin of the fuselage!
Soon, the lights that were blocked by the canopy just because of the lower altitude reappeared, and the plane also lowered the altitude again, and began to slide lightly against the ground of the forest glade, and finally landed within 20 meters of the pine trees directly in front of it. It stopped completely when it was several meters away.

But at this time, not only the plane's engine had stopped, but even the lights that had just been used to guide the runway had already been extinguished.

"Okay, comrade reporter, you have arrived."

It wasn't until this time that the pilot in front turned around and said with a smile, "Now you can go down."

"female?"

Wei Ran looked in surprise at the pilot who was less than one meter away. Unfortunately, because of the dark night and the cover of the wings above his head, he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly. The only thing he could be sure of was the other party's appearance. The sound is just nice.

Before he could say anything, a hoarse voice came from the forest facing the nose, "What good things did our Alisa bring this time?"

"Uncle Slava!"

The pilot named Alisa immediately waved enthusiastically towards the figure walking not far away, and said happily, "This time I brought enough medicines, weapons and ammunition, and I also brought a news reporter." reporter!"

"Reporter? A reporter from Izvestia?"

Accompanied by this question full of surprise, an old man who is not tall but looks particularly stocky also walked to the side of the plane.

And behind him, there were some young men and women. After each of these people greeted Alisa, they immediately moved the long wooden box fixed between the two landing gears and the box tied to the fuselage. All the rifles and submachine guns were untied one by one, and moved to a sledge pulled by horses as quickly as possible.

"I'm here to interview you," Alisa explained with a smile, and then patted Wei Ran's arm, "Comrade reporter, hurry down, now this position will be given up to someone else."

Hearing this, Wei Ran quickly jumped out of the cabin, and then saw a wounded man whose head was wrapped in gauze, with only his mouth and nostrils exposed, being helped onto the plane by two men.

"Hat and gloves, and goggles," Alisa reminded.

"Oh!" Came back to his senses, Wei Ran quickly took off his gloves, hat and goggles and handed them to a young man standing beside the wounded.

After the wounded man put on cold-proof clothes with the help of his companions, Uncle Slava asked, while helping to turn the plane with everyone, "Alissa, is there any good news recently?"

"There is no good news, but there is one bad news."

The pilot Alisa replied worriedly, "The Germans captured a few guerrillas some time ago. I heard yesterday that several of them were burned to death on the shore of Lake Liuban, and surrounded People from several villages rushed to the lake and forced everyone to watch the guerrillas burn to death before letting them go back."

"It's really bad news." Uncle Slava sighed, "Good boy, be careful on the way back."

"Don't worry, they won't catch me!" Alisa said confidently, "Okay, I'm going to take off."

Seeing this, everyone quickly stepped back under the leadership of Uncle Slava, watching the plane take off and take off lightly in the forest glade, and finally completely disappeared in the starry night.

"Okay, let's get out of here quickly." Uncle Slava said and waved to Wei Ran, "Comrade reporter, come and sit on the sledge! By the way, tell me what you want to interview."

"how could I know"

Wei Ran muttered to himself, carrying a bulging satchel, he sat on the sledge filled with supplies honestly according to Slava's arrangement, and asked in a curious tone, "Uncle Slava, why don't you tell me about your recent experience?" How's the result?"

"Recent achievements?"

Slava put his hand into his neck and scratched it, and said nonchalantly, "There hasn't been much achievement recently, we just stole a few rails."

It really looks like what guerrillas should do.
Wei Ran muttered again in his heart, and continued to say reluctantly, "Why don't you introduce your situation here, so that I can have a general understanding of you."

"It should not be much different from all guerrillas"

It was obvious that Slava was not a good interview subject, and after saying this, there was nothing to say.

"Comrade reporter, why don't you let me speak?" A young man whose voice seemed to be changing came up and asked.

Although he couldn't see the other party in this dark forest, Wei Ran still asked with a smile, "Of course, what's your name?"

"Ivan," the young man in the voice-changing period, responded immediately, "I'm already an investigator."

"Another Ivan."

Dispelling those friends who were also named Ivan in his mind, Wei Ran encouraged him and said, "Then Comrade Investigator Ivan, let you introduce your situation."

"Good Comrade Journalist"

Ivan responded very formally with a broken voice, and whispered amidst the suppressed laughter around him, "We have a total of 12 scouts like me, 20 fighters, 35 children and 14 old people. We also opened a school and raised 9 sheep, two of which will soon give birth to lambs, and also.

Halfway through the speech, Ivan didn't know what to say. He raised his head and asked into the darkness directly in front of him, "Shura, go ahead, I don't know what to say."

Amid uncontrollable laughter, I heard a young man say, "Our main combat mission is to destroy the German railway lines and communication lines. Since our establishment in the summer, we have killed more than fifty Germans." People, two motorcycles were seized, and the women, children, old people and even the sheep mentioned by Ivan just now were all rescued from the Germans."

"I even blew up a German locomotive once!"

Ivan reminded, "Unfortunately, if our explosives weren't powerful enough, maybe we could completely turn it into a pile of parts instead of just letting it rest there for a day."

"With the weapons brought by Alisa, we will always be able to keep that train in the future." Uncle Slava, who had been silent just now, said confidently, "As long as the railway is still there, we can always find a chance !"

(End of this chapter)