War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 514 The Cossack Dance in the Tank
When Wei Ran and Teacher Daria returned to Valentina's home with a large amount of ingredients they had bought, the street outside the window was already dimly lit with street lights.And Valentina was obviously relieved, obviously, this poor old lady was very worried that Wei Ran and Darya would not come back.

A sumptuous dinner was served on the table amidst the busy work of the three of them.Wei Ran also took the initiative to prepare a large plate of scrambled eggs with sweet and sour tomatoes, and a plate of fried shredded potatoes that were not very friendly to forks and spoons.

Accompanying Valentina to finish dinner slowly, Wei Ran also successfully borrowed the firing pin of the tank artillery in the canvas bag with the help of Darya.

Correspondingly, in order to dispel Valentina's few doubts, Teacher Daria also promised to come and sit "after get off work" every day.

After bidding farewell to Valentina who was standing at the top of the stairs, Wei Ran followed Darya downstairs and got into the car. The latter asked after stepping on the accelerator, "Go back to the forest farm with me?"

"I might have to go home first"

Wei Ran shook the canvas bag in his hand, "I need to hurry up and study this thing before leaving for Egypt tomorrow. I also need to check some information, which cannot be done at the forest farm."

Hearing this, Dalia was silent for a moment, then slightly increased the speed of the car, "Then go back to the forest farm with me first, and then drive back by yourself."

Wei Ran was stunned, turned his head and tentatively invited, "Aren't you going back to take a look? That house has been renovated by me, inside."

"No need," Dalia replied in a muffled voice, even with a hint of irritability in her tone.

"Feel sorry."

"It's nothing." Dalia fumbled out the cigarette case, popped out a cigarette, stuffed it into her mouth and lit it, and then lowered the car window.

Suddenly, the cool night breeze filled the carriage with noise, and also stopped what Wei Ran was about to say just now.

All the way back to the forest farm at lightning speed, Dalia opened the car door and walked to the consultation center on her own, without even saying hello.

"Did I say something wrong?"

Wei Ran muttered something to himself, opened the car door and changed to the driving position, turned the steering wheel and drove in the direction of the city again.

When he drove the car to the shore of Kaban Lake, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening, but the whole building was brightly lit, and even the intermittent piano sound with no complete rhythm could be heard vaguely.

When he drove the car into the courtyard, the sound of the piano also stopped, followed by his aunt Zhou Shujin who also opened the door.

"Why are you back, kid?" Zhou Shujin asked curiously, "Didn't you say you're staying in the studio tonight?"

"I forgot some luggage." Wei Ran replied while locking the door, "Tomorrow I will go directly to the airport."

"Your forgetfulness is exactly the same as Sui Sui"

Zhou Shujin shook her head, dumbfounded, "I'm still planning to learn to play the piano while you're away. Have you eaten yet? Shall I get you something to eat?"

"No, I've already eaten." Wei Ran said after entering the door, "Auntie, I have to work for a while."

"Take care of yourself first." Zhou Shujin waved her hands nonchalantly, "Can I prepare breakfast for you tomorrow?"

"No." Wei Ran quickly responded, "I have to leave early tomorrow morning, so you don't have to get up and work."

"Go and get busy!" Zhou Shujin waved her hands, and sat down again in front of the pretending upright piano in the hall on the first floor.

Amidst the intermittent sound of the piano, Wei Ran trotted all the way to the bedroom on the second floor.Locked the door and drew the curtains.

He casually took out the artillery striker from the small canvas bag and put it on the bedside table, but Wei Ran hesitated.

He wasn't sure if the firing pin could be "seen" by the metal book, let alone what kind of danger would be behind it.

But he can be sure that apart from the possible rewards from the metal book this time, there is a high probability that he will not have any additional benefits.Or to put it more bluntly, when he agreed to Teacher Dalia's request for help, he was actually a little impulsive.

"Is it worth it?"

Wei Ran looked at the firing pin on the bedside table and hesitated.He hoped that the firing pin came from the Stalingrad battlefield, but at the same time, he was afraid of the danger that might be encountered in the flesh mill.

But if he could really return to that battlefield, if he really had the chance to meet those familiar people?Even, if there is a chance to see the little girl who died again?

Although he knew that this possibility was so slim that it was infinitely close to zero, but he was really moved.

At the same time, he also knew that the source of this impulse was actually the regrets and guilt that had accumulated in his heart for a long time, and even the guilt that he should not have borne.After the impulse passed, Wei Ran forced himself to regain his sanity and began to analyze the situation he might encounter.

In a nutshell, there are no more than two situations: returning to the Stalingrad battlefield, or entering other battlefields.

If it was the Stalingrad battlefield, the situation would undoubtedly be much more dangerous, and whether they could survive might depend entirely on luck.But at least, the regret that has lingered in my heart for a long time may be relieved after all.

If not, then the battle of Kursk and the later battle of Khalkov may be encountered at the same time.Compared with the bloody Stalingrad, these two battles were somewhat safer—even if only relatively.

In other words, the most difficult is the Battle of Stalingrad?

Wei Ran, who has been trying to persuade himself in his heart, relaxes his tense emotions a little. In the past two years, he has entered the battlefield again and again, and studied hard at the Hongqi Forest Farm again and again. He must have made some progress, right?
That being the case, isn't it
Wei Ran patted his forehead, then began to analyze from another angle.

"Since in the autumn of 43, a political commissar personally delivered the firing pin to Valentina. Does it mean that at least there are people who know about the events at that time? If there are people who know, it means that there are survivors By?"

Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran continued to ponder along this line of thinking. In this case, at least it can prove that the tank that used this firing pin did not suddenly disappear.Thinking of this, he completely relaxed.Although it is impossible to determine which battlefield the metal book will send to, at least it can help the poor old man.

"It's not the first time I've been sent back by that broken book, so why be so anxious? Besides, since that broken book gave me the ability to return to those battlefields, it probably didn't want to see me pick and choose."

Wei Ran stroked the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand and muttered to himself. After a while, a free and easy smile appeared on his face.Since I chose to rely on that poor book to support my family and make a fortune, I should have corrected my attitude long ago.

With this in mind, a metal book with mottled rust appeared quietly, and it was laid flat on the bedside table in a stable manner.Amidst the clattering sound of pages turning, pages of pale yellow paper that recorded various stories were turned over in an orderly manner, and finally stopped at the blank page 21.

"Just treat it as an impulse"

As Wei Ran muttered to himself, the metal quill leisurely drew a firing pin on the paper.

In this gradual image, the firing pin is hung around someone's neck by a rope.I don't know if it was intentional, but the picture doesn't include that person's face, but it can be vaguely seen that what he leans on his back seems to be a tank whose tracks have fallen off and some flames are still burning.

After waiting for a while, lines of text appeared under the picture:
Role identity: Tank Mechatronic Victor

Return conditions: assist in destroying at least one Leopard tank, hold a funeral for tank driver Vajim, and take at least one group photo.

Panther tank?

Wei Ran's heart twitched. At this time, he was almost sure that this time it might not be the Battle of Stalingrad that he was expecting and fearing, but there was a high probability that it might be the Battle of Kursk!

Almost as soon as he thought of this, his field of vision was replaced by intense white light.Immediately afterwards, a picture flashing across quickly appeared in front of my eyes.

"Binoculars, hip flask, Bobosa submachine gun. That's all? Gone?"

Seeing the white light appearing in front of him again, Wei Ran couldn't help being stunned, and then felt the violent bumps and the engine noise filling his whole body.What is more obvious than these is the sultry heat like being stuffed into an oven and the pungent diesel smell mixed with a little foul smell.

"Oh!"

Before recovering his sight completely, Wei Ran felt his head hit something hard due to the bumps.Fortunately, he seemed to be wearing something on his head, so although the impact shocked him, it didn't hurt too much.

Subconsciously grasping the surrounding things, he finally saw the surrounding situation clearly after a burst of frantic blinking.

At this moment, he was wearing a leather tank hat and sitting in the small tank cabin, and a small dim light was on not far away, allowing him to barely see the side of the tank driver.

Looking directly ahead, there is a handle of a DTM heading machine gun, and at the foot, apart from the locked escape hatch of the tank, there is actually a German oil barrel that smells like it has been crushed .

But what made him gnash his teeth the most was that he had just appeared on the stage, and the pants he was wearing had retreated below his knees, and even the things used to carry on the family were flicking and flicking with the bumps of the tank. Reality.

"Victor!" The man who was driving the tank next to him shouted loudly, "Victor! Are you deaf?!"

"What's the matter?!" Came back to his senses, Wei Ran asked with his legs between his legs.

"Either cover your urinal quickly, or throw it through the escape door quickly! And put on your pants, we're almost there!"

The driver of the tank paused, and continued to shout loudly, "Now your attention should be on the observation hole in front of you, which is thinner than your dick, ready to fire at any time! Instead of staring at the jumping Cossack Wu's second child is in a daze!"

Before the tank driver suspected of being Vajim finished speaking, the commander and loader in the turret behind him laughed unscrupulously.

"This broken book knows how to make a living"

Wei Ran cursed secretly in the harsh noise, put on the trousers with some urine stains in embarrassment, then bent down with great effort to open the escape hatch under his feet, and smashed the broken oil barrel that was used as a urinal. Kicked out hard.

(End of this chapter)