War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 410 The culprit
"You two, stop pretending." Wei Ran lifted his cloak angrily.

Seeing that the trick was exposed, Ivan and Sergey quickly got up and said excitedly, "Victor, did you see it? You must have seen it, right? We killed several people with grenades." A German!"

"I also killed two with a gun!" Sergey shouted excitedly, "I saw them fall with my own eyes!"

"Victor, are you not hurt?"

Ivan saw that Wei Ran's expression was a little strange, and he kicked the shoes of his good friend Sergey without any trace, "I saw those Germans came over and worried that you would be beaten to death by them, so just...just."

"Forget it, you two weren't injured, right?" Wei Ran finally resisted the urge to beat up the two brats and asked, "How did you two wake up?"

"It's okay! We're okay!" Ivan replied immediately, "We were woken up. Speaking of this, what are you doing?"

Before Ivan could ask the doubts in his heart, Uncle Slava walked over from a distance, but the old guy's neck was wrapped in a blood-stained gauze.

"Uncle Slava, are you okay?" Ivan and Sergey immediately asked with concern.

Slava glanced at the half-track motorcycle behind the two brats, then at Wei Ran, hesitated for a moment and said with a smile, "It's okay, I'm fine. Ivan, Sergey, you two stay here to help Collect the loot. Come with me, Victor."

Hearing this, Wei Ran's heart sank, and he limped along with Slava and was about to walk across the swamp.

"Is that halftrack still usable?" Slava asked.

"Yes, it still works, I just rode it here."

Wei Ran glanced at Ivan and Sergey who ran towards the German corpses together, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought them here."

"It doesn't matter, they will face this day sooner or later, at least you didn't hurt them, didn't you?"

Slava sighed, waved to the bearded middle-aged man not far away, and then said, "Now is not the time to talk about this, Victor, use this motorcycle to take us to the opposite side."

"Okay, okay."

Wei Ran hurriedly raised his legs and stepped into the driving seat. After starting the half-track motorcycle, Uncle Slava and the bearded middle-aged man also sat on the back seat.

Amidst the roar of the engine and the cooling fan, Wei Ran drove the half-track motorcycle to crush the rotting leaves that were thick on the ground, and rushed to the opposite side along the edge of the swamp.But from the beginning to the end, Uncle Slava and the bearded middle-aged man sitting in the back did not speak.

As the distance got closer, Wei Ran also frowned. On the battlefield on the side of the swamp, in the center of the German position, there was a bomb crater nearly three meters wide and almost one meter deep, and it was still emitting green smoke. , this explosion point is the masterpiece of the bomb dropped by that plane not long ago.

Surrounding the bombing point, there was an overturned light wheeled armored reconnaissance vehicle, as well as a circle of corpses and broken weapons of various shapes.

Although most of these corpses maintained barely complete outlines, one could tell from their collapsed chests that the shock wave from the bomb that fell from the sky had already shattered their internal organs and even their ribs.

But apart from these, what stands out the most are the few wooden houses that are still burning and the surrounding buildings that were blown up, as well as the guerrillas who were busy carrying water from wells and even swamps to put out the fire, as well as the dozen or so captured German soldiers.

It wasn't until this time that Wei Ran could see clearly that most of the German soldiers who had just exchanged fire with them had a very iconic crescent-shaped metal piece hanging on their chests.

"It's a chain dog again!" Wei Ran cursed through gritted teeth.

"Have you met before?"

On the half-track motorcycle with the engine turned off, the bearded middle-aged man who sat back to back with Wei Ran asked.

Wei Ran nodded, but for a moment he didn't know how to explain it. Of course he had encountered it before, and even witnessed the whole process of the Germans killing the chain dog in that simple clinic in Berlin.

Perhaps because they sat back to back and didn't notice Wei Ran's response, the bearded man said to himself, "They are not qualified to be prisoners."

"Jianna is dead," Uncle Slava said abruptly.

"What did you say?!" Wei Ran turned around abruptly, looking in disbelief at Uncle Slava who was still facing away from him.

"right there"

Slava raised his finger and pointed to the anti-aircraft gun. After a short pause, he said abruptly, "Shura is also dead. He died this morning. He blew up a German tank. He said... Let me tell Jaina that before and What she said, he was joking, let Jaina not take it seriously, I didn't expect it, I didn't expect it."

"Before Jaina leaves, please Sasha tell Shula that... say she refuses."

After saying this, Wei Ran only felt that all his strength was taken away in an instant.

"someone is going to die"

The bearded middle-aged man sitting next to Slava said leisurely, "As long as there is a war, as long as gunshots ring out, someone will die, it could be Jaina, it could be Shula, it could be me, or anyone .Someone will die, but what can we do?
If we don't fight, more people will die, maybe my wife and children, your wife and children, his wife and children.Instead of that, let us die, let us end the war.At least in this way, our wives and children can continue to live. "

"Yeah, people are always going to die."

Slava sighed, rubbed his face vigorously and said, "Victor, let me introduce you, this is Ofjay, the captain of the guerrilla team that ambushed the German train yesterday, he used to be a political commissar."

Turning around awkwardly and shaking hands with the other party, Wei Ran could only squeeze out a dry smile on his face, but he didn't know what to say for a while.

Just at this time, two guerrillas walked over with a tall and thin middle-aged man. Immediately afterwards, one of them directly picked up the butt of his gun and smashed it hard on the middle-aged man's knee, making him kneel At the edge of the crater that was still smoking.

"Arseni!"

Gritting his teeth, Slava said the name of the weeping middle-aged man, staggered down from the back seat of the half-track motorcycle, roughly grabbed the opponent's blond hair, pinched his chin, and put his eyes on the He aimed at the direction of the wooden house that had just been extinguished in the distance.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." The middle-aged man named Arseni struggled in panic and begged for mercy, but he couldn't get rid of Slava's hands at all.

"This summer, your wife had a dystocia. It was Dr. Akimovich who saved your wife and your second son. One and a half months ago, your daughter was stabbed through the thigh with a bayonet by the Germans who wanted to rape her. Yes. Dr. Sasha risked being caught by the Germans and went to your home to perform an operation on her to save her leg. Later, your daughter's wound was infected. It was Alisa who drove the plane and sent her to a safer rear! "

Taking a breath, Slava tightened his grip on Arseni's hair, and asked almost angrily, "Look at what you've done?! Look at what you've done to those who helped you?! Look at those warriors. Dead wounded! Look at those burned wounded! They are all your comrades! Some of them even saved your life!

Look at this hospital!What a price we paid to build this hospital!How many people died for this hospital!You traitor, you have ruined all our efforts! "

"sorry Sorry!"

Arseni cried like crazy, but the contempt in the eyes of the guerrillas who surrounded him became more and more intense.

Wei, who was still sitting on the half-track motorcycle, left the driver's seat with great difficulty, stepped on the ground full of bullet casings, corpses and puddles, and walked towards the corpses that were carried out not far away. There are men and women, and the ages are also very different. Some of them were shot dead, some had burnt marks on their bodies, and some were even incomplete, and only part of them could be found.

Even among these corpses, he saw the girl Kolya whom he personally rescued from the edge of the forest with Slava and Shura not long ago.

One of her legs was gone, and there was still a wound more than ten centimeters long on her protruding abdomen, but she was holding a burnt black TT33 pistol in her hand from beginning to end.

"Boom"

There was a muffled sound, and a flash of silver lightning flashed across the night sky.The rain also gradually increased.The clattering rain gradually covered up the suppressed cursing and crying around, as well as the wailing of the surviving wounded, and by the way, it also extinguished the last flame in this forest.

"boom!"

Accompanied by a gunshot, Uncle Slava shot dead the traitor Arseni with his own hands, and that dirty, foul-smelling corpse fell into the same dirty muddy water.

"Clean up the battlefield!"

The bearded middle-aged man Aufjay shouted loudly, "Take everything you can take away, and throw everything you can't take away into the swamp!"

"Captain, what should we do with these prisoners?" While one of the guerrillas was asking, he kicked over a struggling chain dog.

"We don't need prisoners," the bearded Ofjay reminded, looking at Slava.

"We really don't need prisoners this time." Slava looked around, walked to the well and took out a flashlight, and shot the beam of light into the bottom of the well that was drained because of fire fighting.

"Throw them all in," said Slava, sitting by the well, "throw them alive, and throw that bastard Arseny in first!"

Hearing this, the guerrillas who had already been unable to restrain themselves swarmed up, tied their hands behind their backs with wires, and threw all the chain dogs that had stripped off all their equipment and fragments into the well one by one.And the bearded middle-aged man, Aufjay, commanded his guerrillas to bring buckets of mud from the swamp not far away and pour it into the well, covering those who were constantly struggling at the bottom of the well and begging for mercy. Or a cursing chain dog.

(End of this chapter)