War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 92 Captives in the Finnish Camp
After lying on the cold snow for a long time, Wei Ran finally had the strength to struggle to get up.

In the few minutes just now, he really experienced what is called "brain shutdown", and the feeling is definitely not much more comfortable than being slapped on the back of the head with a brick.At the same time, the inexplicably extra things in his memory also gave him an indescribable feeling like a space-time disorder.

At this moment, a Finnish soldier also wearing a white snow camouflage suit stopped beside Wei Ran on his skis, and asked with concern, "Are you okay? I just saw that you were shot."

Can you understand Finnish?
Wei Ran was stunned, and blurted out in proficient Finnish almost subconsciously, "It's okay, I'm fine."

"Since it's all right, go down and pick up weapons!" The Finnish soldier, who was tightly wrapped all over his body, hadn't finished his sentence before he pushed his ski poles hard and rushed towards the gradually quiet battlefield at the foot of the mountain.

It seems that I have to look for a chance to find a piece of safe German equipment to try, and maybe I won’t need to learn German by then.

Wei Ran muttered to himself, resisting the dizziness that had not completely subsided, put his rifle on his back and pulled out his ski poles, and caught up with the Finnish soldier who had already run away without a trace.

Follow the trail left by the opponent's skis to the foot of the mountain, where several Finnish soldiers have already picked up Soviet equipment and ammunition from various corpses.

From the most common Mosin Nagant rifle to the occasional PPD submachine gun, and the Maxim water-cooled machine gun that has just been aimed twice by Wei Ran, to the anti-human RGD33 grenade and the slightly stronger but not much stronger F1 big gun. Lemon grenades, basically all the ones that could be used to cause damage, these silent Finns basically didn't let go, and sent them all into two horse-drawn sleigh carts waiting on the side.

"Beep—" The moment the sharp whistle sounded, everyone rushed towards a dense coniferous forest without hesitation.And on the last sleigh cart, there was another person wielding a broom-like thing, which was responsible for cleaning up the remaining marks on the snow.

Wei Ran, who only had time to pick up a PPD submachine gun and two drums, followed the example of those Finns, opened the square box flashlight hanging on his chest, and skied forward in the dense forest with the faint light until he turned over a mountain depression. After that, I turned off the flashlight, skied for half an hour with the faint light reflected from the snow, and finally stopped at the edge of a camp with a dozen tents.

Still imitating the way of the people in front, they put the submachine guns they picked up in a sparse line into a tent with openings at both ends, and waited for the middle-aged woman sitting behind the table to complete the registration with the help of an oil lamp. Get a wooden card the size of a teacup from the opponent's hand.

"What is this?" Wei Ran looked at the numbers on the wooden card and asked curiously.

"First time?"

The old lady didn't seem to doubt Wei Ran's identity at all, and explained with some pride, "Two sauna tents were newly built during the day today. You can go there and line up later. With this small sign, you can go in and rest for half an hour."

The Finnish embarrassing monster who can die without taking a sauna.
Wei Ran muttered to himself with a strange expression, bent down and got out from the other side of the canvas tent full of weapons, took a wooden plate handed by a young girl, and followed the team to make an unfamiliar thick soup and half a piece of bread. A hunk of steaming smoked fish.

Randomly found a log covered with wolf fur and sat down, Wei Ran ate a decent dinner while looking at the two most lively tents in the entire camp.

It is embarrassing to say that these Finns can die without taking a sauna. There is nothing wrong with it. Don’t look at the ancestral social phobias of these little sisus, but just put a towel around them and enter the steaming sauna with them , They are definitely more hospitable and bragging than the drunken Maozi.

After three or two bites of food, I don’t know if it’s lunch or dinner. Wei Ran was about to find a place to ask if he could get a few 9mm Luger bullets. A middle-aged man in a dark gray military uniform stepped forward and stood on a wooden stake. Holding a tin trumpet, he shouted, "Who can speak Russian? Come and help me!"

He yelled twice in a row, seeing that everyone around him looked blank and indifferent, Wei Ran raised his hand and responded, "I will!"

"It's you! Come with me!"

The middle-aged man in military uniform was overjoyed when he heard the news, and hurriedly greeted Wei Ran and got into a canvas tent in the farthest corner with him.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, the steaming heat made Wei Ran shiver comfortably. Although the tent was only made of thin canvas, there was a big-bellied cast-iron firewood stove burning inside. Thick pine needle and buckskin blankets were also laid.

On one side of the cast iron stove is a table made of logs, and on the other side is a sturdy young Soviet soldier tied with a buckskin rope, with a frightened face.

"What's your name?" The middle-aged soldier who brought Wei Ran in poured a cup of hot coffee for Wei Ran, and asked unhurriedly.

"Victor" Wei secretly glanced at the Luger P08 pistol on the other side's waist without any trace, and quickly put his attitude back and responded, "Scout of the Civil Guard."

"Scout? The Civil Guard from Vipri?" The middle-aged man didn't even think about Wei Ran's answer after finishing speaking. Instead, he sighed with certainty, "No wonder you can speak Russian."

What are you talking about?
Wei Ranle didn't need to explain. After muttering to himself, he responded to the other party with a formulaic smile. At the same time, he secretly thought about whether he could ask the other party for a few 9mm bullets later.

The middle-aged soldier didn't care. He pointed to the captive lying on the ground and said, "Okay, Victor, please help me to ask the Soviets which army they are from."

Squatting next to the captive, Wei Ran grabbed the captive by the collar and looked at him. This is just a private soldier. I'm afraid he doesn't know too much. Moreover, the captive is still wearing a brown autumn uniform. What's wrong with that? To be frozen to death was nothing short of a miracle.

"Which unit are you from?" Wei Ran was talking, and also noticed the balls of paper stuffed in the sleeves of the other party, and curiously pulled them out to have a look.

Seeing that the Soviet soldier gritted his teeth and didn't respond at all, Wei Ran pinched the other's fluffy sleeves, and then asked in Russian, "Is it because you stuffed so many leaflets into your sleeves because it was too cold?" ?”

Hearing this, the Soviet soldier simply closed his eyes, and made it clear that he wanted to be tough to the end.

"If I took a picture of you warming up with leaflets and published it in the newspaper, which correctional camp do you think Stalin would send your family to?" Wei Ran almost whispered into the soldier's ear.

Hearing this, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the young soldier. He looked at Wei Ran in horror, struggled for a long time with his lips moving, and tremblingly said, "Communication soldier of the 9rd Division Headquarters of the Ninth Army Infantry, kill me!" ! No, burn me!"

　Thanks to the flying dancer and warwolfkkk for rewarding 100 points respectively

　　
　
(End of this chapter)