War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 950 Three days and three days

In the hidden underground space, Wei Ran voluntarily got up and left the room where La Ming lived, wandering aimlessly in the water-logged space.

There are several other rooms with explosion-proof doors in this space, but these rooms are either piled up with tools for car repair, or are full of tables, chairs and benches, or simply turned into bathrooms or toilets.

And those Ural trucks parked in the middle of the passage are mostly loaded with various equipment such as Soviet-style firefighting suits and even chemical protective suits.

Pulling over a gas cylinder and glanced at the barometer on it, Wei Ran pondered for a while, jumped out of the cargo bed, got into the cab and closed the door.

Glancing at the closed explosion-proof door outside the car window, he took off his backpack, first took out the disassembled VSS micro-sound sniper rifle from it, then took out a sea soul shirt, opened it, and took out the bag The Walkman and cassettes inside, and a box of AA batteries.

These things were dug out in the abandoned shopping mall where he was hiding before he set off to go underground. However, since he discovered the old-fashioned Walkman, he has never had a solid environment. Naturally, he has never had a chance. Mind fiddling with this thing.

Unlike the Walkman in his impression, this Sony-made machine can actually hold two tapes at the same time.

After searching for a while, he found the battery compartment, installed the batteries and put on the old-fashioned earphones. When he pressed the play button, "Green Grass by the House" sung by the Earthman Band in the Soviet era came out of the earphones.

This song was written in 1983 when the Soviet Union was at its most powerful, and it was also the most prosperous era of Soviet space activities.

But compared to the Soviet-style melancholy and romance of the astronaut who missed his hometown on Earth in the earphones, the Soviet Union that has long since disintegrated and the Chechnya that is dedicated to studying outside the earphones, and even the 131st Brigade who fled in a hurry due to lack of training, combat experience, and even lack of ammunition Soldiers, but it makes this song, which was written more than ten years ago, look extraordinarily cruel.

Leaning on the back of the chair with his eyes closed and listening to the song, Wei Ran took out the tape and put it in the cassette on the other side of the walkman before the next song was played, and then re-stuffed a sheet that read The tapes in Chechen, which I couldn’t understand, turned on the recording function directly before playing.

"Cough cough!"

Wei Ran cleared his throat, changed into Korean that no one within 10 kilometers around could understand, and said, "It's the second day of January 1995."

After speaking, he immediately fumbled to switch to the playback function.After a moment of rewinding, the only sentence he recorded in Korean came out of the earphones - "It is the second day of January 1995".

"I hope to have the opportunity to leave their voices behind."

Wei Ran sighed secretly, turned on the recording function again and erased the only sentence just recorded.

While he was fiddling with the Walkman here, on the other side of the explosion-proof door, Lamin, who had a crippled leg, was holding the receiver of the phone, chatting in a low voice with Malikov, who was guarding the warehouse.

On the opposite side of another blast door, Feschenk had also assembled his microsonic weapon, and hid it in a direction just enough to aim at Malikov's room.

In such a stalemate, the time came to noon. According to Lamin, the young man who was the son of the warehouse manager Malikov also brought Wei Ran a canned potato stew and a few slices of roasted meat. Too successful bread.

However, after waiting for several hours after lunch, he did not get a chance to talk to Malikov.

Even, even Lamin and his daughter and Malikov's son hid in their room and locked the blast door, and in this watery space between the two blast doors, at some point The lights were suddenly turned off.

Feeling that something was wrong, Wei Ran immediately passed through the explosion-proof buffer walls at the fastest speed, first put his ear on the explosion-proof door and listened, then took out a bullet, and lightly scratched it on the explosion-proof door .

In less than five seconds, Rezley, who had been listening on the other side of the blast door, immediately responded by slashing the blast door with a bullet.

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately used the method of Morse code to slash and slash bullets on the explosion-proof door to briefly describe the situation here.

After a lengthy communication, Lezri on the opposite side only gave him a standby response and then remained silent.

After a little hesitation, he could only go back the same way holding the flashlight, and got into the cab of the truck again.

Fortunately, it wasn't too cold in this deserted underground space, and the ventilation ducts above the head were constantly operating, and they were continuously delivering fairly fresh air.

But what he never expected was that the wait this time was extremely long, so long that it even took days to calculate!

Starting from January 1995, 1, the hour hand of Khan Hart's flyback watch, which had been placed in the cab of the truck after being taken out of the metal book by Wei Ran, turned round after round. Looking at the explosion-proof door not far from him, he also opened it from time to time, and the young man sent out some food and drink, as well as a fairly clean blanket, and each time the meal time was less than an hour, it was also Wei Ran's space. , the only time when the lights can be turned on.

Standing in a stalemate with each other and waiting in the dark for a full three days, Wei Ran, who was imprisoned, almost wanted to memorize all the contents of the 1986 newspaper found in the cab. At 1:5 in the morning on January 3th, the lights that were originally extinguished turned on without warning. Feschenk and Rezli also held flashlights, and from the explosion-proof buffer walls of the groups walked out.

Before Wei Ran could push the car door, the explosion-proof door where La Ming and the two children were hiding was also opened. The man also came out leaning on a cane, beckoned to Wei Ran from a distance, and then turned to face Fei. Shenk and Rezley gave a Soviet military salute.And the explosion-proof door behind him was locked again from the inside before he could hold the crutch.

Looking at Feshank and Leizli who were standing in the stagnant water in the distance and earnestly returning the salute, Wei Ran sighed secretly, collected all kinds of things in the cab like stalls, opened the door and jumped out of the cab.

"Long story short"

Feshank lowered his arm, glanced at Wei Ran and Lamin one after another, and said briefly, "We have reached a cooperation with Comrade Malikov, Comrade Lamin, we will help you get out of here and arrange for a doctor to treat your leg. wound."

"Really?" Lamin's eyes lit up immediately. “Great, but”

Before Lamin finished speaking, Feschenk continued, "We still need to rescue all the living and active captives in the studio, and take them out together, Lamin, do you know anything about the city's sewer system? ?”

"I was originally a fireman"

Lamin patted his chest and made a promise, "Later, when we sold and read, we also delivered goods through the sewer system. I can guarantee that in the whole of Grozny, no one in Grozny knows the city's underground passages better than Alyosha and I."

"Alyosha is."

"Son of Malikov"

Laming pointed behind him, "He and my daughter are hiding inside, don't worry, even if something happens to me, he can take us out."

"What did you mean just now that Alyosha is also reading for you?"

Wei Ran frowned and asked, if he had a choice, he really didn't want to have any kind of cooperation with drug dealers.

"if not?"

Lamin spread his hands, "I don't think there is anything wrong with selling the drug to those Musilin Chechens, and at that time Alyosha's mother, Malikov's wife, really needed a lot of money for medical treatment. We These poor people have no choice."

"His mother."

"Dead, killed in Dudayev's purge."

Lamin said in a flat tone, "The ones who were killed together with my wife are sisters, and they are all Ingush who should be purged."

"You will survive this war, and so will those two children."

Rezley said as he took out a first aid kit from his backpack, "Comrade Lamin, find a place with enough light. Let me check your wounds. Victor, you can help."

Seeing Wei Ran looking at him, La Ming pointed to his crippled leg, and explained indifferently, "I forgot to tell you earlier that the wound has become a little inflamed recently."

"You should have said it earlier." Wei Ran reached out and touched the other's forehead while speaking.

La Ming wanted to hide subconsciously, but Wei Ran took the first step and held down his shoulder.When his palm touched the former's forehead, he immediately felt the scalding heat from the other's forehead.

Looking at Lezli calmly, Wei Ran withdrew his palm tentatively, "I already have a fever, how did you persevere?"

"I have enough antibiotics and morphine shots"

Lamin raised his chin in the direction of the blast door, "Malikov collected them from those radiation-proof first-aid kits."

After finishing speaking, Laming turned around, walked back while leaning on crutches, and said, "I was almost healed, but a week...well, about a week ago, I accidentally fell in the stagnant water, and the wound Appears to be infected."

"You're lucky" / "You're unlucky"

Wei Ran and Leizli gave diametrically opposite comments on Lamin's luck in no particular order.

"It's really good and it's really bad."

Laming tapped on the explosion-proof door with the leg of his cane and said, "Thanks to my daughter Ganna studying in nursing school, otherwise I would have died a long time ago. This is my lucky side. Unfortunately, if I didn't Be careful and fall, maybe you really have a chance to survive."

Before he finished speaking, the explosion-proof door had been opened from the inside. La Ming briefly described the current situation to his daughter and Malikov's son, and then pleaded with Leizli and Wei Ran Said, "Let my daughter help out if you can, it's a rare opportunity for her."

"Let her go out." As Leizley spoke, he had already moved the things on the table to the chair, and then opened the medical bag and spread it on the table.

"Lying on the bed." Without giving Lamin a chance to speak, Rezley took out a shot of morphine, twisted the pillow vigorously, and stuck it on the latter's injured leg through his clothes.

"Go out"

After Wei Ran pushed the explosion-proof door completely open, he winked at the young man named Alyosha, "Take Ganna and wait outside, she will only affect our operation for Lamin .”

Hearing this, the worried little girl immediately looked at her father La Ming, and finally turned and left the warm room with the nod of the other party.

When Wei Ranxu closed the explosion-proof door, Leizli also opened the bandaged wound with scissors, and at the same time commented, "The bandage is very good, much more detailed than what I want, but the stitching is far worse Yes, but it's good enough for your daughter."

"Is my wound serious?" Lamin asked, poking his neck.

"Lie down and don't move around"

Wei Ran had already put on rubber gloves when he reminded the other party, but he raised his brows when he approached Lezri Pounding and turned on the flashlight.

At this time, Lamin's wound had already released the peculiar stench of rotten flesh, and even the sutures were broken in several places due to the pulling.

"No problem"

While Lezli was speaking, he had already pinched Lamin's skin with the hemostat, and seeing that he didn't respond, he immediately started the treatment in a way that Wei Ran saw as particularly comfortable and even pleasing to the eye.

In less than 20 minutes, the rotting part was cut clean, the blood vessels were re-sutured, and even the bones were cut off by more than ten centimeters.

After the wound was re-sutured and bandaged, and a few extra injections were given, Leizli beckoned Wei Ran to leave the room, and got into the cab of a truck under the beckoning of Feshank from a distance.

When Wei Ran, who finally got into the car, slammed into the car door, Feshanke, who was holding a lunch box and bread in his hand, asked without looking up, "How's the situation?"

"The inflammation is quite serious. I just cut off the carrion and re-sutured it. But if he wants to survive, he still needs to go to the hospital for post-treatment."

While answering the other party's question, Leizley lit a cigarette and took a big sip.

Hearing this, Feschenk nodded, put down his lunch box and rummaged in his backpack while changing the subject, "Victor, we have reached a cooperation with Comrade Malikov.

He agreed to keep an eye on the passage for us. Once it is confirmed that any target person is in the presidential palace, he will immediately notify us to prepare for action by flashing the headlights long and short. At the same time, he will also find a way to notify the captain. "

"What do we need to do?" Wei Ran asked the most critical question.

"We're waiting here for three days"

Feshank temporarily stopped what he was doing, and explained clearly, "Within three days, if it is still not sure whether the target person is in the presidential palace, the captain and the others will create a fire so that we can take Lamin and the two Little kids get out of here.

If possible, take away the tortured captives in the dressing room or studio. As for the captain, with the help of Malikov, they will continue to lurk and wait for the target person to appear. "

"If it is confirmed within three days that one of the three target persons is in the presidential palace, we will start taking action as soon as we get the news."

Lezli, who had snatched the topic, paused for a moment, and seeing that Feshank had no intention of continuing, he continued, "It's still the captain and the others who create fake fires and power outages first, so let's take the opportunity to rush over and set the timer here bomb."

When we got back to the power room and went through the blast doors there, whether it was Malikov or Lamin or that awesome guy, they would promise to take us out of the field and retreat.

"How should I trust Malikov's guarantee?" Wei Ran asked bluntly.

"Aren't his sons and Lamin's daughters in our hands?"

Lezri said in admiration, "That's a smart old guy, he already guessed what it was, otherwise how could he put you in with such confidence."

"Of course he doesn't worry, my hands were tied with No. [-] wire at that time." Wei Ran muttered secretly.

"If Malikov or Lamin break their promise, Victor, you are responsible for killing those two children."

After finishing speaking, Feschenke finally took out a somewhat hot lunch box and a whole piece of freshly baked bread from his bag and handed them to Wei Ran.

"Thank you"

Wei Ran took the lunch box and lifted the lid, and devoured the potato goulash inside with the bread, but seemed to have forgotten, and did not respond to the task that Feshank assigned to him just now.

Feshank didn't care too much, and took out another lunch box and a piece of bread from his bag and handed them to Leizli.

The three of them hid in the cab, silently finished the meal, which could not be called supper or breakfast, and tacitly arranged the order of sleeping and duty. In less than a minute, there was only There were grunts one after another.

(End of this chapter)