"No, it's nothing"
Wei Ran quickly waved his hand. Naturally, he would not tell Lieutenant Lev that tomorrow in history, that is, September 29, 1942, the Soviet front army would really... The Mamayev Heights was temporarily recaptured. Since then, the Soviet Union and Germany continued to occupy this highland alternately, and the fighting became more and more tragic day by day. This time point was even written down in his college professional textbook.
"Okay, the bombardment is over. You can run towards the Volga River. There are large troops there. If you are lucky, maybe you can get out of here alive." Lieutenant Lev was preparing as he spoke. He stood up and left the trench, but he didn't want to be pulled back by Wei Ran, who had quick eyes and quick hands.
"I'll go with you," Wei Ran said before the other party opened his mouth.
If what was said in the cowhide book was true, and he wanted to return to his original world, one of his important tasks was to help Lieutenant Lev complete his mission. In other words, no matter whether he was willing to die with Lieutenant Lev or not, he had no choice if he wanted to go back.
Lieutenant Lev looked at Wei Ran seriously. After a moment of silence, he pointed at the corpses everywhere in the trench and said, "I'll give you one minute to pick up some useful weapons. One minute." Then we'll set off."
"Okay, okay!"
Wei Ran quickly let go of his hand, enduring the smell of corpses and gritted his teeth. Five or six loaded magazines and two long-handled grenades were found on the body and were pinned to the belt.
"Your camera is in the way," Lieutenant Lev couldn't help but remind him.
"I'm a reporter," Wei Ran said as he put the camera into his arms. He didn't forget that another task mentioned in the leather notebook was to take 6 photos.
"Let's go when we're ready"
Lieutenant Lev no longer insisted. After carefully observing his surroundings, he climbed out of the trench and rushed to the other side of the street with his waist bent. Building ruins at one end.
Wei Ran, who followed closely behind, quickened his pace while recalling the history he learned in professional classes. However, although every key node time and event was recorded in history, it was impossible to record the battlefield. Every detail on it, otherwise he and Professor Alex wouldn't have spent so much effort finding clues about the T-34 tank.
After entering the ruins of the building without any danger, Lieutenant Lev made a silent gesture and carefully continued to move along the cracks in the walls.
Wei Ran, who was walking behind, looked around nervously, fearing that a group of German soldiers would rush out from some corner. But as the two men moved forward, amidst the sound of gunfire, the sound of firefights directly ahead became increasingly clear.
Lieutenant Lev, who was walking in front, stopped, turned around and lowered his palms towards Wei Ran. The latter immediately understood what the other party meant, lowered his figure quickly, and crouched to follow.
The two of them used the cover of the surrounding ruins and broken arms to continue moving forward cautiously. As the distance grows little by littleAt a close distance, they finally saw clearly that on the edge of the ruins, in a shell crater with a diameter of five or six meters, six or seven German soldiers were firing wildly at a ruined building directly in front of them.
In the center of the crater, there were two unlucky guys who were shot in the chest and a soldier who was shouting something into the radio station.
Seeing that Lev had already taken out the grenade, Wei Ran quickly grabbed the opponent's wrist and shook his head, then pointed in the direction of the shell crater, and imitated the gestures of the German soldier holding the radio station. After a while.
Lieutenant Lev seemed to understand what he meant, nodded and inserted the grenade back into his waist, picked up the Bobosha submachine gun again and pulled the trigger!
"Da da da!"
In the crisp sound of gunfire, the German soldier who was operating the radio station was the first to be shot in the chest. Lieutenant Lev, who paused for a moment, saw Wei Ran. He didn't even fire, he immediately raised the muzzle slightly and hit the remaining enemies in the back before they could turn around.
"Although the gun in your hand is made in Germany, it can still kill Germans." Lieutenant Lev muttered, half jokingly, half as a reminder, and then jumped in with the gun in hand. A crater full of corpses.
Wei Ran opened his mouth. Although he often went hunting with Professor Alexei, at most he hunted wild boars and wild ducks, but he never pointed his gun at anyone. But now was not the time for psychological construction. After coming to his senses, he quickly crawled forward and climbed into the crater.
"Can you understand German?" Lieutenant Lev pulled away the corpses lying on the radio station and asked Wei Ran while searching for supplies on them.
"I don't understand, do you understand?"
Weiran squatted next to the radio station and asked. He had seen this radio station before. It was a German equipment in 1941. Although the Feld.Fu.a type radio used by infantry had a communication range of less than two kilometers, it was already a high-tech product at the time, and it was not even distributed to infantry platoons until 1944.
The reason why he is so familiar with it is because Professor Alexei has a similar model in his studio. But it's useless even after seeing it. Even Professor Alexei is not very skilled in using this thing, let alone him.
"I have never learned German." As Lieutenant Lev spoke, he pointed the gun at the radio station and was about to pull the trigger.
"Wait a minute!" Wei Ran quickly stopped the other party, "Keep this radio station for now, maybe it can be used."
Lieutenant Lev frowned and asked, "You know how to use it?"
"You know how to use it? I'm a reporter." Wei Ran gritted his teeth and said. He understood clearly. As long as he said no, this person looked no older than himself. Most people will definitely pull the trigger.
But Wei Ran, a history major, knows that communication or intelligence is more powerful than the gun in his hand. As long as they can find someone who understands German, they might be able to get it from this radio station. more usefulinformation.
"Carry it yourself"
Lieutenant Lev took off a telescope from the neck of a corpse, tried to see if it could still be used, and immediately hung it on the Then he took out a notebook from the arms of another corpse, looked at it, frowned and stuffed it into his arms.
"I carry it on my back"
Wei Ran glanced at the corpse with blood bleeding from the corner of the mouth, endured nausea, took off the earphones and microphone, and fumbled to put them on himself , then picked up the radio and carried it on his shoulder, but almost the moment he carried the radio on his back, he regretted it.
This big iron lump looks about the size of a large shoe box, but it weighs quite a lot, weighing at least forty pounds. With such a thing weighing on his shoulders, not to mention a snake-bone antenna that is at least one meter above the top of his head swinging wildly, the danger in such a chaotic battlefield can be imagined.
Lieutenant Lev couldn’t bear to watch Wei Ran die. He stretched out his hand to help coil the antenna into a circle and hung it around Wei Ran’s neck. “Just carry it on your back if it’s not too heavy. Maybe it can help.” You take a bullet."
Wei Ran was too lazy to talk nonsense and directly changed the subject and said, "Which direction should we go next?"
Lieutenant Lev was not in a hurry. Instead of replying, he climbed to the edge of the shell crater, took off the boat cap on his head and shook it vigorously forward. Soon after, an imperceptible flash of light flashed through the ruins of a building with only three floors a hundred or ten meters away. Reflective.
"We're going to find the sniper, and we have to be quick." Lieutenant Lev put his cap back on and climbed out of the crater.
Wei Ran, who was carrying a radio, hurriedly followed upon seeing this. Under the cover of broken arms and scrapped tanks, the two trotted through the ruins of another building with only its foundation remaining and dug trenches. On the street, he ducked into the building where the sniper was.
Almost as soon as the two of them climbed up to the second floor, a young man who looked to be fifteen or sixteen years old at most came out from a room not far away holding a gun.
Looking at the Mosin-Nagant rifle with an optical sight in the opponent's hand, Lieutenant Lev lowered the muzzle slightly and asked, "Were you sniping at those Germans just now?"
The young man simply put away his gun when he saw this, "It's me, how did you get behind them? This area was completely occupied by the Germans a week ago."
" My tank is over there." Lev simply explained, then stretched out his hand and said, "I am Lieutenant Lev of the 644th Independent Tank Battalion, and this is Victor, a reporter from Pravda."
" Oleg, I am Oleg." The young man stretched out his hand and shook Wei Ran's hand, then made way for them to follow him into the room, "Welcome to my home."
" Is this your home?"
Wei Ran looked around and said that the walls of the house were full of praises. The wall facing the shell crater was less than one meter long, and the other three walls were full of praise. There are also dots of bullet marks on the ceiling. As for the ceiling aboveThere is none at all. You can see the planes flying over with thick smoke and the smoke clouds exploded by anti-aircraft guns without any obstruction.
Even the floor was covered with broken bricks, and even a complete floor could not be found. There was only a wooden bed padded with bricks that barely managed to do its job.
Between the small bed and the door, there was a bonfire heating a can that I didn’t know where it came from, but the paste cooked in the can was not clear at all. What on earth is it.
"Sooner or later I will restore this place to the way it was before." Oleg said with great confidence.
"How long have you been holding on here?" Lieutenant Lev asked while observing the surrounding environment.
"From the beginning of the war to now," Oleg sat down on the bricks beside the campfire and said with a slightly proud tone, "I have killed nearly 20 Germans."
"Leave here as soon as possible, the Germans will come to find you soon." Lieutenant Lev's words made Wei Ran and Oleg's faces full of astonishment.