War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 524 The Unknown Hero's Lie
When the white light faded, Wei Ran smelled the hospital's unique smell of disinfectant.As his vision gradually faded, the first thing he saw was a pregnant woman lying on a hospital bed.

Looking at myself again, not only was he wearing a white coat, but he was also wearing a mask covering most of his face and a white doctor's cap.

Just as he turned his gaze to the Paulownia tree that had lost all its leaves outside the window, Trosha in a military uniform walked into the ward under the guidance of a nurse.

Glancing at the empty sleeve on the left side of the other party, Wei Ran lowered his head and looked at the various medicines on the small cart.

"Hello, is this Ms. Valentina?" Trosha first saluted the puzzled pregnant woman on the hospital bed, and then stretched out her remaining right hand to her.

"I'm Valentina, you are" the pregnant woman on the hospital bed shook hands with Trosha suspiciously.

"I am Comrade Vajim's comrade in arms"

At the same time that Trosha finished speaking, Valentina's face first showed a look of surprise, and then she became extremely pale, holding back tears and asking, "Is he already?"

"No no no, don't get me wrong"

Trosha quickly waved his only remaining hand, "I just passed by here, and brought back the news of Vajim by the way."

"Is he okay now?" Valentina asked anxiously.

"Well, he's very nice."

Troshara came over and sat down on a stool, and said with a smile, "He is now a qualified tanker, and he has made a lot of credits. It is thanks to them that he captured Kharkov this time."

"Is he not hurt?" Valentina demanded.

"No, our tanks are very strong, and the broken tanks of the Germans can't penetrate at all." A look of pride appeared on Trosha's face, "And Vajim's tanks were the first to rush into Hal Hell, he even dug out a case of vodka and treated us to a drink."

Hearing this, Valentina immediately showed a relaxed expression, and said with a beaming smile, "The two of us buried it ourselves. It seems that he is really in Kharkov."

"It's not just Harkov, we might be heading to Berlin soon!"

The expression on Trosha's face became more and more proud, "Ma'am, you must know Berlin, right? The capital of Germany, Vajim said that he would personally tie that mustache to the gun barrel and bring it back."

"He always likes to say big things," Valentina said with a smile, "I guess he must have said that when he was drunk?"

"I was hit by you"

Trosha grinned, and took out a wiped and clean artillery firing pin from his pocket, "This is a gift from Vajimto for your upcoming child. Don't underestimate this little thing, it's his One of the most important parts removed from their tank."

"Can't he come back?" Valentina hesitated to ask the most concerned question after taking the firing pin of the artillery.

"He also wants to come back and wait with you for the birth of your child."

Trosha said apologetically, "But the battle is about to start soon. You see, I was only allowed to go home temporarily because I lost an arm."

Having said that, Trosha patted his forehead, "Look at me, I almost forgot the most important thing."

With that said, Trosha took out a roll of rubles from his pocket and handed it to Valentina, "This is all Vadim's bonus, and he asked me to bring it back for you."

"So much?" The young Valentina looked at the ruble in the opponent's hand rather at a loss, but did not dare to take it easily.

"He deserves it all"

Trosha put the ruble on the bedside and explained, "According to this summer's order, our tank destroys an enemy tank. The commander and gunner can get a reward of 500 rubles. The driver, that is, the post of Vajim , can also get a reward of 200 rubles.

So ma'am, just count the bonuses of Vajim, and you will know how brave he is in fighting. He told me that you used to be a cashier. Such a simple calculation problem must not be difficult for you, right? ? "

"Can I really accept it?"

"Of course!" Trosha cupped his hands, "You deserve this, I can't bring it back to him, can I?"

Valentina looked at the banknotes beside the bed, hesitated for a moment, and said, "When he joined the army, he said that he wanted to take back our hometown of Kharkov, not for money."

"But he always has to bear the responsibility of being a husband." Trosha said with a smile, "He asked me to tell you to use this money to raise your children well. When the war is over, he will come back immediately, and maybe he can bring you money." Some booty from Germany."

Valentina looked at the firing pin in her palm, "As long as he can come back safely, I will be satisfied."

"Don't worry," Trosha said solemnly, "I promise he will come back safely."

Before waiting for Valentina, who was waiting to give birth on the hospital bed, to say something, Trosha rolled up his sleeves on his knees and looked at his watch, then patted his satchel, and said apologetically, "Valentina, come back from Vadim Before, you have to take care of yourself. I can only stay so long, and the rest of the time I have to send something to the families of other fighters."

"Thank you, thank you." Valentina was about to get off the bed as she said that, but then, she was stopped by the nurse beside her.

Watching Trosha leave the ward, when Wei Ran was about to chase him out, a violent white light appeared in his vision again.

Patiently waiting for the white light to subside, when the vision returned to his bedroom, Wei Ran immediately turned his attention to the metal book on the bedside table.

While he waited patiently, the metal quill that floated up again slowly wrote under the black and white photo,
"The Lie of the Unsung Hero"

On the morning of August 1943, 8, the electromechanical officer Georgia died in the outskirts of Tomarovka when enemy artillery hit a machine gun during the Battle of Belgorod.

Loader Agafon, killed on the outskirts of Tomarovka during the Battle of Belgorod on the afternoon of August 1943, 8.

Commander Roman, killed on the outskirts of Tomarovka during the Battle of Belgorod on the morning of August 1943, 8.For his heroic performance in the battle, on November 4, 1943, he was posthumously awarded the Second Class Patriotic War Medal.

Pilot Grigory/Vadim, killed on the outskirts of Tomarovka on the morning of 1943 August 8 during the Battle of Belgorod.For his heroic performance in the battle, on November 4, 1943, he was posthumously awarded the Second Class Patriotic War Medal.Due to the lack of key witnesses, Vajim's merits were inherited by the former driver Grigory.

Commissar Trosha, on August 1943, 8, was wounded during the Battle of the Dnieper River. During his recuperation period, he served as a member of the Roman crew and driver Vadim many times. On November 19, 1943, he took part in a strategic defensive operation in Kyiv killed in battle.

"The electromechanical officer died on the morning of August 8rd?"

Wei Ran frowned, he clearly remembered that the time he joined the battlefield was also August 8rd.In other words, the cause of death of the electromechanical operator of this tank, converted to his own body, is the shell that he suffered before he was knocked off the tiger's teeth?So in the subsequent battles, there was always one less person?

Thinking of this, he touched his canine subconsciously, to make sure that it was still there, and then realized belatedly that although he was also injured this time, the pain caused by the injury did not come back.

Before he could figure out the reason, the metal quill had already listed the detailed serial numbers of the medals that everyone had received in another line, and then listed three sets of coordinates.

After a short pause, the quill went on to write, "Those who are forgotten, those whose names are not left behind, are also well-deserved heroes."

With Wei Ran's sigh, the light yellow paper page was turned to the back, and the metal quill was also under the slowly rotating red swirl, and a sentence "in order to regain Soviet Ukraine" was written.

With a crisp sound of "clang", the quill pen that finished the work fell on the countertop of the bedside table, which also pulled back Wei Ran's thoughts.

This time, he was not in a hurry to take out the contents of the red swirl, but turned to the previous page, and took out the only negative from the paper bag next to the photo.

Turning on the flashlight function of the mobile phone, Wei Ran put the negatives together, but found that in the only group photo, there were only Roman, Agafon and Vajim, and the expressions on their faces were filled with a trace of unresolved sadness.

Preciously put away the negatives and metal notebook, Wei Ran turned to take out Guqin Yaoguang.

After a while, the melodious sound of the piano began to echo like ripples in the bedroom, and then passed through the door to reach the ears of Zhou Shujin who was just sitting in front of the piano downstairs.

After a long time, when the last sound of the piano dissipated, Wei Ran finally let go of the depression in his heart, and waved his hand to take out the latest item in the red vortex.

Both expected and unexpected, what I got this time was indeed the leather bag with Robert's camera and various lenses.

But in this leather bag, in addition to the camera and various lenses, there is actually a small PPK pistol whose production information has been erased.

But in addition to these, there is a palm-sized black-and-white photo with a metal photo frame. The photo not only shows Roman, Agafon and Vajim with smiles on their faces, but also wears a tank cap with lips still remaining Burning of wounds.

(End of this chapter)