"Dang Bang!"
Wei Ran, who had just hung up the phone, accidentally glanced at the leather notebook placed on the table, and then his eyes widened, and even the phone slipped from his hand. Hit him on his big toe.
"Holy shit, shit! Hiss—"
Wei Ran sat on the floor with a grin on his face, squeezing his big feet wearing only sandals, and waited until he recovered. But he didn't even care about the mobile phone that slipped under the table. He jumped to the edge of the desk and looked at the leather notebook on the table with his mouth open.
Compared with before, this tattered cowhide notebook seems to be eighty years younger. Not only have the mildew spots all over the body disappeared, but even the dark brown cowhide leather is smooth and smooth. Even the four overly large copper-wrapped corners were shiny as if they had just been installed.
But these were not enough to make him drop the mobile phone he bought last month, but the silver-white feather-shaped bookmark that floated straight up and down directly above the notebook and slowly rotated!
"Isn't this some kind of black technology from the Soviet Union?"
Weiran cautiously stretched out his finger and waved it between the bookmark and the brand-new cowhide notebook, without any hindrance. Say, even the suspended bookmark is stable without even shaking! Try again just above the bookmark. There is also no thin line or anything like that.
"This is unscientific!" Wei Ran shouted nonsense, hesitated for a moment and then stretched out his index finger to lightly touch the strange bookmark.
"Clang!"
The metal bookmark hit the glass table and made a crisp impact sound, which even made Wei Ran's heart twitch.
Steady his mind and gently opened the notebook, what made him sweat break out on his forehead was that the photo on the first page of the notebook not only turned into color, but even the people in the photo became his own ID. Right below the photo, there was written "War Photographer Wei Ran" in Chinese characters with flying dragons and phoenixes. After this page, the photos that originally existed were gone, and the words on them were also gone!
"Caught a ghost?"
Wei Ran looked behind him in fear. The rolling shutter door of the studio was locked from behind. Looking above the head, the pale fluorescent tubes did not flicker at all like in horror movies.
Looking down at the leather notebook on the desk again, Wei Ran was stunned. Where was the notebook? I looked around, and even the feather-shaped metal bookmark was gone!
The hot and humid evening breeze blowing from the Volga River entered the studio through the window, but he shivered involuntarily. This ghost place is less than one kilometer away from the top of the Mamayev Hills in a straight line. During World War II, this place was a veritable millstone of flesh and blood! How many people have died with this special code? !
He swallowed with a "gudu" sound. He was about to raise his hand to wipe the cold sweat from his forehead, but an unintentional glance made his heart tremble again.
I don’t know when, but there was a tattoo of an unfolded notebook on the crotch of his left hand! This one is just a matchThe box-sized tattoo also has a quill design that seems to be writing something!
Wei Ran sat down on the chair with dull eyes, his expression filled with deep fear.
What’s going on with this tattoo?
What about the notebook?
Almost the moment he had this idea, his empty left hand suddenly sank, and the cowhide notebook appeared out of thin air again!
Frightened again, Wei Ran shivered and threw the notebook in his hand as if he was holding a piece of hot coal! At the same time, he leaned back and hit the floor heavily with the chair.
With a soft "crash" sound, the notebook that fell on the table turned to the third page as if there was no one around. The feather-shaped metal bookmark also floated on the page again and began to move rapidly. " "Brush, brush, brush" is a small sound.
Struggling to get up, Wei Ran approached cautiously, only to see that the feather-shaped bookmark quickly drew a T-34/76 tank on the light yellow paper!
"Clang!"
The thing that was better called a metal quill than a bookmark hit the glass table again, making a crisp sound again. Look at this time On the paper, just below the exceptionally accurately drawn tank, it was written in neat Chinese characters:
Character identity: Pravda war correspondent Victor
Return conditions : Assist Lieutenant Lev in completing the mission and take 6 photos.
"War correspondent? Lieutenant Lev?"
Wei Ran had just finished reading those few small words, and his eyes were already shrouded in intense white light, and at the same time, there was a rumbling sound in his ears. The sound of gunfire and shouts of death.
Blinking his eyes subconsciously, his restored sight made him sluggish. The plane with thick smoke streaking across the sky above his head and the ashes falling slowly like snowflakes, the endless ruins around him, and the There was even a tank emitting thick smoke on the street corner not far away!
However, what is more visible in the field of vision are corpses and trenches everywhere! Some of these corpses were wearing Soviet military uniforms from World War II, and some were wearing German military uniforms from World War II, but most of them were civilians without uniforms at all! Men, women, the elderly and even children!
Just as he was looking around in horror, an artillery shell flew from nowhere and hit the ruins in the distance. The huge shock wave enveloped the bricks and soil without even knowing it. Whose body part flew into the air!
Wei Ran shivered in fright and rolled into the trench next to him like a donkey. But before he could get up, a young soldier wearing a World War II Soviet military uniform pressed a submachine gun against his chest. Chest.
"Which army are you from?" The soldier saw Wei Ran's frightened face, and the disdain on his expression became more and more obvious.
"Me? I...what's going on? Ah yes!"
Wei Ran forced himself to calm down and stammered, "Reporter, from Pravdareporter! ”
“Reporter? The man's attitude was relatively better, "Where is your press pass?" "
"Press ID? ”
Wei Ran looked down and saw that a second ago he was wearing sandals, beach shorts and a T-shirt, but now he was already wearing a dirty Soviet military uniform, even hanging around his neck. An old-fashioned Rolleiflex double-lens reflex camera.
He fumbled around hurriedly, and finally pulled out a tattered ID from his coat pocket, but he didn't even have time to take a look at it. Then he was snatched away by the Soviet soldiers beside him.
“Is he really a reporter? "
The soldier returned the ID to Wei Ran. After hesitating for a moment, he pushed aside the muzzle of the Bobosha submachine gun in his hand, then stretched out his hand and said, "Lev, I am I am 644 independent. Lieutenant Lev of the tank battalion, your name is Victor? "
Are you Lieutenant Lev? Wei Ran was stunned and quickly replied, "Yes, Victor!" My name is Victor! ”
“It’s a good and exciting name! ”
A happy smile appeared on Lev’s face. The name Victor also means victory in Russian. This is indeed a bit inspiring for the soldiers struggling on the front line. The effect.
“Why are you here? Lev asked, leaning against the trench.
"They got separated." Wei Ran, who was very quick to enter the scene, pointed behind him, "I was there when I woke up. I don't know who else has gone." where. "
"No need to look for them. In the hell of Stalingrad, no one can see the sun the next day. "
Where?! Stalingrad?! Wei Ran looked around nervously, and then withdrew into the trench filled with rotting corpses with a miserable expression.
Lieutenant Lev He bent down and picked up an MP40 submachine gun from the body of a German soldier, "Take it, it's better than the camera in your hand. I hope you can live until these bullets are used up." "
"..."
Wei Ran opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he tremblingly took the submachine gun and put a bullet in it. After all, he has been in Russia for so many years. , I usually follow the professor to visit gun shops or go hunting every now and then. I won’t talk about my shooting skills, but I definitely know how to use them.
“Is this trench yours? "Wei Ran, who had calmed down, asked without saying anything. In fact, he just wanted to ask Lieutenant Lev what his mission was in a roundabout way.
But he didn't want to, Lieutenant Lev shook his head and walked away from his side. A pack of cigarettes was taken out of the corpse's coat pocket, and he lit it on the flames on the edge of the trench. After taking two silent puffs, he pointed at the still smoking tank not far away and said, "We are just passing by here. "
"Then where are you going next? ”
Wei Ran hesitated to speak. If Lieutenant Lev gave up the mission, would he be able to go back? This was the battle of Stalingrad that could be called a meat grinder. He didn’t want to be here. Adventure in a ghost place!
Lieutenant Lev flicked away the cigarette butt and made a decisive move!He said firmly, "Of course I will continue to complete my mission."
Done!
Wei Ran swallowed hard, "Can...can you tell me what it is?" Mission? Maybe I can help you."
Lieutenant Lev glanced at Wei Ran, straightened up slightly, pointed above his head and said, "The Germans have set up a howitzer position two streets away. The artillery shells flying above our heads came from there. If they are not eliminated, it will be difficult for other troops to take back Mamayev Heights."
"Capture Mamayev Heights?" Wei Ran. He was stunned for a moment, then quickly asked, "What day is today?"
"The 28th, September 28th, what's wrong?" Lieutenant Lev asked in confusion.