War Photographer's Notebook

On the third floor of the devastated shopping mall, Leva and Feishanke handed over the two girls they were supporting to the Ruslan deputy captain who was walking towards them.

"Now there are a lot of rebels gathered outside, we have to stop moving forward to look for opportunities. Just now I have informed the blasters to prepare to blow up all the stairs, and the machine gunners and ammunition soldiers will control the entrances and exits on the second floor of the two stairs respectively."

Ruslan paused, and while handing over Wei Ran's night vision goggles and VSS micro-sound sniper rifle, he said in a low voice, "You guys should check this floor thoroughly first, and then go up layer by layer."

After speaking, Ruslan gave each of them a newly seized walkie-talkie, "Channel 7."

"clear"

The three responded in a low voice, and cooperated with each other to investigate the empty and dark shopping mall.

Although the last of the three people who had just been killed had fired a short burst with an AK rifle, fortunately, thanks to the cover of the messy battlefield environment outside, no one seemed to care about what happened in this building.Not only that, but there seemed to be no other people stationed on the third floor of the mall.

The three of them covered each other and continued to go through the fourth floor. Apart from all kinds of electrical appliances such as TVs and radios that had been smashed, the only thing they found on this floor was a few unattended All kinds of ammunition found in the firepower point.

"Fortunately, there are batteries suitable for night vision devices here." While speaking, Feschenk took out a row of packaged AA batteries from the counter of a store.

"Take some more," the sniper Leva said while guarding the direction of the stairs, "we might have to turn on the night vision goggles all night."

"give me sometime"

As Feshank said, he put the weapon in his hand on his shoulder, took out rows of batteries from the counter and stuffed them into his pocket.

Seeing this, after Wei Ran got some batteries, he became interested in the video store next door.

In addition to various tapes and video tapes, there are several paper boxes printed in Japanese under the overturned counter.

Randomly picked up one of them, on this slightly deformed cardboard box, the only thing he recognized was the words "Sony" and the particularly eye-catching words "M-800".

Taking a look at the package on the box with the faint green light from the night vision device, Wei Ran finally remembered that this thing seemed to be the Walkman that his father had played with when he was there.

According to his mother, back then, the old Comrade Wei of his family was attracted to her because he always had a Walkman and a BP player that could display Chinese characters on his waist. Pay attention, and then the two will have a chance to get together.

It's a pity that when he went to school, the Walkman had already been replaced by MP3 or even MP4.

Walkman... I don't know if it can be recorded...

Wei Ran weighed the slightly generous machine in his hand, and after thinking about it, a smile appeared on his face.

Quietly, he put the machine, together with the few cassettes and matching batteries found around him, into his pocket.

He tried to do a few movements and moved around until he was sure that it would not affect the next action. Then he put on the night vision goggles again, and followed Feishanke and others who had already searched into the stairwell to continue. up.This time, they just walked out of the stairwell and entered the fifth floor when they heard frequent radio calls and slightly messy snoring from the dark floor. …

And in the farthest position from the stairwell, there seemed to be a faint red light in a room similar to an office.

Looking at each other, Feschenk, who was at the front, handed the silent sniper rifle in his hand to the sniper Liewai, took out a binocular night vision goggle from his bag, put it on, and finally pulled it out slowly from his waist. That odd-looking dagger.

Seeing this, Wei Ran also drew out his dagger, and handed the silent sniper rifle in his hand to Leva.The sniper Leva, carrying their weapons, hid behind a sofa that hadn't torn off the plastic protective film, ready to support at any time.

Gently turned off the walkie-talkie, Wei Ran and Fei Shenke leaned against the wall and catted
Waist, following the guidance of the snoring, touched the various furniture around that were sold as commodities.

Soon, Wei Ran realized that there was a person lying on a sofa, and his body was covered with a fluffy mink coat.

Further lowering his figure to the edge of the sofa, Wei Ran covered his mouth with one hand, while the dagger held in the other hand had already cut open his neck, and stabbed him in the heart by the way.

Let go of the dagger to help the opponent cover the mink coat, Wei Ran pressed the opponent's chest with one hand, and at the same time pressed his knees on his legs and waited for a while, then lifted the damp mink coat and pulled out the dagger.At the same time, Feschenk also dealt with a soldier who was sleeping on the sofa with a gun in his hand.

Swinging the knife with blood stains on it, Wei Ran continued to move forward, repeating the mechanical work of covering his mouth, cutting his throat, and piercing his heart and lungs more and more proficiently.

As the two of them were busy, the smell of blood in this floor became more intense, and the radio calls that kept ringing became more and more clear.

Almost when Wei Ran finished off a sleeping enemy and was about to draw his sword, a person not far from him turned over and sat up.

However, before he could turn his head away, a silent bullet accurately hit the back of his ear.

Before he had time to think about it, Wei Ran immediately stretched out his hand to support the opponent's body, took advantage of the opportunity to repair his lungs from the back, and then carefully helped him to lie on the sofa again

It wasn't until he was sure that the corpse was fast asleep that he gave a thumbs up in the direction of Leva, and then sped up his pace and pounced on the next sleeping enemy.

When he and Feschenk dealt with the last sleeping enemy and walked around a row of solid wood wardrobes, the sound of radio calls became clearer, and they finally saw that in an office with windows on three sides Inside, there was a man wearing a camouflage uniform and a beret sitting on the boss chair, putting his high-waisted military boots on the table and sleeping soundly. kerosene heater, a wine bottle and a working backpack radio.

The two looked at each other, and Feschenk wiped off the seven stained blood on the leg of a corpse, slowly inserted it back into the leather scabbard, and then took out the PSS micro-sound pistol, and lightly pointed at it. Walked over to that office.

Seeing this, Wei Ran also put away the dagger and replaced it with a pistol, aiming at the people in the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Feshank tried to turn the handle of this office, and the wooden door was locked without accident. Even, as he turned the handle, a goblet fell from the ceiling fan above his head! …

"Snapped!"

The moment the goblet hit the table and shattered, the sleeping man in the camouflage uniform woke up instantly, even with his hand on his waist, he raised a pistol and prepared to aim at it before he opened his eyes. in the direction of the door.

"Snapped!"

Accompanied by the not-so-big gunshot, the bullet Wei Ran fired in time easily left a small hole in the floor-to-ceiling window, and then accurately penetrated into the eye socket of the man, destroying his brain tissue , and the pistol in his hand, which seemed to have a particularly slender barrel, also fell to the floor.

In less than five seconds, Feshenke also pried open the door, bent down to pick up the pistol at the door, looked at it, and then beckoned to Wei Ran.

After entering this small office, Feschenk handed the pistol still in his hand to Wei Ran, "It seems that he should have belonged to us."

"Our people?"

Wei Ran took the pistol in doubt. Although Feishanke's voice was not loud just now, he could hear affirmation, regret and indescribable sadness.

With the red light of the heater, he glanced at the weapon in his hand. It was a Makarov pistol, a Makarov PB silent pistol with a suppressor screwed on!

Look at the enemy on the boss chair who was killed by himself. He looks like he must be 40 years old. The Slavic's iconic alcohol nose and the strong smell of vodka can still be smelled even after death. The characteristics are indeed in line with Feschenko's guess just now - he is a Slav.

"This wireless station might work
It's a pity that this guy was beaten to death, otherwise maybe something can be asked from his mouth. After checking the antenna protruding out of the building along the observation hole, Feschenk shut it down and handed it to Wei Ran, and then turned off the kerosene heater that was destined to be unusable.

Wei Ran raised his eyebrows when he took over the single-soldier backpack radio. Once upon a time, when he was helping Mr. Nicholas find the murderer who killed his wife and children, he also saw this radio produced by Telefunken. The SE6861 shortwave piggyback radio.

Even in the radio course of Hongqi Forest Farm, he has used it more than once. In the [-]s and [-]s, this wireless communication equipment was almost standard equipment for European and American special forces.

"Let's go, there's another floor above." Feshank finished in a low voice, and was the first to leave the room.

Seeing this, Wei Ran returned the Makarov with the muffler twisted in his hand to its owner, and then turned around and caught up with Feishanke.

Handing the seized radio station to the sniper Leva, Wei Ran took the weapon from the former, and as before, the three covered each other and climbed up to the sixth floor of the top floor.

Compared with the downstairs, this floor seems to have been bombed. Not only is it ventilated everywhere, but some places also collapsed, exposing part of the night sky lit up by the flames of war.

On the floor of this floor near the stairwell, there are still many corpses in extrajudicial uniforms neatly arranged. Obviously, this place has been used as a morgue.

"Go to the roof and have a look," the sniper Leva whispered, pointing to the steel ladder on the wall leading to the stairs.

Hearing this, Feschenk immediately squatted down against the wall, folded his hands and got ready.Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately stepped on the opponent's hand, and under the former's support, he jumped up and grabbed the first section of the handrail, then stepped on the wall, and climbed carefully into a dark room.

Carefully push the iron door open to make a small gap and observe. There is still a rocket bomb stuck on the roof of this building that did not explode from where it came from. Besides, it is With things like collapsed billboards and jugs riddled with bullet holes, it's clear no one chose to hide here.

"Go down," said Leva worriedly, "I don't know if there is a chance to touch the presidential palace tonight."

"I just want to eat and drink now"

Feshank paused, and said in a worried low voice, "I don't know what's going on with Ivan and the others."

"They will survive," Leva replied in an extremely positive tone, "we will survive too."

"I hope..." Feishanke and Wei Ran looked at each other, and everyone sighed in the same confusion in their hearts.