War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 772 Wei Ran's Lie
At the door of the cabin at the edge of the forest, Captain Ninel, who was only wearing a pair of big pants, was half leaning against the corner, holding a German-made R6 cigarette and smoking it one after another.Within easy reach beside him are a TT33 pistol and a P38 pistol, as well as a brown flying leather cap full of sundries.

In this slightly stained hat, there are his identity capsule, the dog tags and certificates of the German pilots, as well as a skirmisher gravity knife carefully wrapped in parachute cloth, and other small items.

Not far from him, the German pilot was not only stripped naked, but also washed off the mud on his body. He lay obediently on two wooden chairs, letting Wei Ran, who also only wore a pair of big pants, With only a few medicines, I tried my best to help him deal with the burns on his back, buttocks, and thighs.

And not far from the two people whose doctor-patient relationship should have been particularly tense, a small bonfire was lit, burning all the clothes of the German pilot.

Across a 90-degree corner, on the other side of the house next to the well, the blind girl Sasha was seriously washing the clothes of Wei Ran and Nie Nier.Beside her, the little baby named Neva was holding the neck of a dog also named Neva with both hands, showing a big smile and looking at Captain Neiel who kept making faces at him.

On the contrary, the dog was vigilant from beginning to end. Except for Sasha, no matter who tried to approach its little master, it would immediately let out a low growl full of threats.

"Well, there's only so much I can do."

After Wei Ran applied the last bit of medicine as evenly as possible, the parachute cloth that had been washed with starch but not yet dried was propped on the German pilot's body with a few wooden poles he found.

The purpose of doing this is nothing else, just to protect him from mosquito bites, and to avoid maggots from those burns.As for whether it is useful to do so, Wei Ran actually has no confidence in his heart, but anyway, this is already the limit of what he can do.

"Thank you"

The German pilot thanked him weakly. His burns were not serious. Although there were quite a few blisters on his back and buttocks and thighs, at least they were not scorched. It can always be restored.

As for the reason why he was so weak, it was mainly due to the concussion caused by the fighter plane colliding with the ground during the forced landing.

"you are welcome"

Wei Ran packed up the medicine box, limped over to Ninel and sat down, picked up the cigarette next to him and took out one, lit it, and teased, "I didn't expect you to shave your beard clean." So young after washing my face."

"I'm only 32 years old, not much older than you." Captain Niell involuntarily stroked his beard.

Originally, Wei Ran thought that this unshaven Captain Ninel would be about 40 years old, but he didn't expect that the other party shaved his beard, cut his hair by himself, and washed his face carefully, but he turned out to be unexpectedly young .

"I was wrong"

Wei Ran picked up the cigarette case next to the other party, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and lit it, and asked, "What shall we do next?"

After a moment of silence, Ninel was not in a hurry to answer the former's question. Instead, he changed the subject and asked, "How is your leg?"

"There is no fracture, but I dare not use force at all."

Wei Ran pointed to the bruise on his left leg, and the simple splint he made with firewood and paracord, "I suspect there is a slight bone fracture, and it will probably take a while."

I don't know if it's an illusion, but after Wei Ran finished talking about his situation, he obviously felt that Ninel was relieved.

"In this case, let's focus on recuperating first. Victor, were you a doctor before joining the army?"

"Veterinarian" Wei Ran mocked himself and made up a reasonable occupation, and asked back, "What about you? What was your occupation before the war?"

"Instructors of the Kazan Aviation School"

While Nigner answered this question, he couldn't help but look at the German pilot who was covered by a parachute cloth not far away to avoid attracting bugs, "Before I was called to join the air defense fighter aviation force, I worked in the aviation school in Kazan. Almost eight years."

"Just now, before I dragged him back, he called your name." Wei Ran said without warning.

"Really?" Ninel sighed, but fell into silence again.

"Aren't you going to explain?" Wei Ran asked tentatively.

"Are you interrogating me?" Ninel asked in a flat tone.

"I just want to hear a story." Wei Ran spread out his hands, "How about treating it as a consultation fee?"

"Consultation fee?"

Ninel smiled, and after a moment of silence, reordered a medicine, looked at the German pilot not far away and explained, "His name is Felix, he is my classmate at the Lipetsk Aviation School, we are both The last batch of students in 1933, the only difference is that he is a German."

"It seems that you have a good relationship"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he handed the paratrooper gravity knife that the other party gave him to counteract the spoils of the war not long ago, "He should have given it to you, right?"

After hesitating for a moment, Ninel took the Gravity Knife freely and put it in the leather hat aside, but he didn't answer Wei Ran's question.

"How did you recognize him?" Wei Ran asked a new question rather inquisitively, "Is it the red lantern pattern?"

"You talk a lot"

Ninel finally nodded. "Do you know Johann Wolfgang von Goethe? The German writer who wrote The Sorrows of Young Werther."

"I know." Wei Ran nodded.

"That guy over there, his name is Felix von Goethe"

Niell took a drag on his cigarette and said with a smile, "At that time, he often told me that he was actually a descendant of Johann Wolfgang von Goethe."

"What does this have to do with the lantern?" Wei Ran asked puzzledly, and at the same time was secretly surprised that the German pilot was actually a celebrity.

"When we were training in aviation in Lipetsk, he used to say that Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's last words before his death were 'I need more lights'. As his descendant, it is necessary to satisfy His last wish."

Ninel said that he spread his hands here, "So he used the lantern as his own logo, and said that he would paint the lantern on his plane in the future. I just didn't expect that I actually saw a painting on the wing of a plane. A plane with a lantern."

"So. In fact, your ammunition is not exhausted?" Wei Ran asked after consideration.

"I"

Ninel sighed, flicked his cigarette butt and replied, "I hesitated subconsciously, and then our planes collided. I"

"Talk to your friends"

Wei Ran patted the other party's shoulder, stood up with difficulty under the surprised gaze of the other party, and limped towards the blind girl Sasha who was busy helping everyone starch and wash clothes by the well.

Under the warning of the dog named Neva, Wei Ran wisely kept a distance of two meters away from the other party.While helping to fetch water from the well, he asked, "Sasha, do you usually live here by yourself?"

"Uncle Sergei from the village will come and help me when he has time"

Sasha wiped his hands on the apron, straightened his waist and said while arranging the drooping hair, "Before my brother-in-law joined the army, he was a lumberjack like him, and we often went hunting together in winter."

Speaking of which, Sasha reached out and groped to find the dog named Neva, and said while scratching it, "Neva was given to me by Uncle Sergey last year, this little guy helped me a lot busy, sometimes it will go to the forest to catch rabbits or pheasants and come back.”

He glanced at the dog with his chin up and his face looking contented.Wei Ran smiled involuntarily, leaned forward and glanced at the two pilots who seemed to be chatting about something on the other side of the room, Wei Ran took out the Rollei SLR from the metal book in silence, found an angle for the blind girl Sa Sha took a group photo with two little guys named Neva.

"Actually, I've only been here for a long time"

Sasha almost leaned his upper body on the dog, and explained anxiously, "Before the war started, I lived in the city. Then the Germans came, and they threw the dog from the sky. Lots of bombs, I still can't get over the sound of those planes flying overhead."

"how do you"

"my sister"

Sasha showed a proud smile, "My sister Lana is a doctor, she found me in the ruins, took me back, and asked me to help take care of Neva, she said she was going to fight and save more People who needed help, so she went back to the city."

Speaking of this, Sasha sighed regretfully, "It would be great if I could see, then maybe I can help, instead of helping the lumberjacks in the village to wash their clothes every day Get something to eat instead."

"You've already helped." Ninel staggered over while leaning on the wall, "You saved two pilots."

"I can't help you with anything"

Sasha still had a bright smile on his face, "And it's three pilots, right? I just heard another voice scream."

Seeing that Ninel didn't know how to answer for a while, Wei Ran sighed secretly, and said proactively, "Yes, there are three, Sasha, you saved three pilots."

"Thank you" Niel said to Wei Ran.

"you are welcome"

The first to respond was Sasha who thought he was saying thank you to him.The girl waved her hands in a panic, "I really didn't do anything, so don't thank me. On the contrary, I have to thank you all."

"What are you thanking us for?" Ninel asked subconsciously.

"Thank you for killing so many Germans. Thank you for fighting them in the sky! I guess you must have shot down a lot of German planes. My parents were killed by the bombs dropped by their planes."

Sasha clenched her little wrinkled fist that was soaked from washing clothes and said confidently, "But I believe that we will drive all those damned Germans away!"

Glancing at Ninel with a dull face, Wei Ran sighed silently, patted the other person's shoulder lightly, turned around to avoid the dog who started to bow his waist again, and limped into the building where there was no room. Not a big wooden house.

(End of this chapter)