Wearing his gloves again, Wei Yan used pliers to carefully unscrew the rusty wire on the gun mantlet and took out the copper five-pointed star that was only the size of his palm.
The five-pointed star itself has a slight curvature, and there are traces of hammering with hard objects and scratches extending from the center point to the five sharp corners. In addition, on one of the corners, there is A small hole just big enough for the wire to pass through. On the other side of the five-pointed star, there are several vague names engraved on it.
Putting it aside and putting it away, Wei Ran carefully opened the breech. There was still a fired shell shell in the gun chamber, but the shell shell had completely rusted with the surrounding gun chamber. Together.
He took out a strong flashlight and looked closely along the muzzle of the gun. After confirming that there were no shells, he was relieved at first, but then he became confused again.
The ZIS3 anti-tank gun uses a vertical wedge breech block with a fast firing rate. With the assistance of a semi-automatic machine, it can automatically open the latch and extract the empty cartridge during re-entry, so it stands to reason that this gun breech There shouldn't be an empty shell shell inside at all. If there shouldn't be, how did this shell shell come about?
"Is it possible that we still have to rely on this book?"
Wei Ran sat down on the artillery hoe, looked at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth on his left hand and hesitated. He didn't have time yet. Find a place to learn some life-saving techniques. Last time I survived the Battle of Stalingrad, it was all down to luck. Whether I will have such good luck this time, I am afraid only God knows.
But on the other hand, he urgently wanted to know whether the cowhide notebook was really what he thought it would be, as long as it remained tattooed, it would not mess around. Secondly, is it true that I can't bring weapons there?
He even wanted to know if he was sent back to the battlefield of World War II again and if he was injured or killed in battle, would he be able to come back, or would he come back with injuries.
"It's done! I don't believe there is a crueler battlefield than Stalingrad!" After thinking about it, Wei Ran, who was fidgety and aroused by curiosity, slapped his thigh hard and stood up.
Before summoning the cowhide notebook, he first opened the plastic gun box he brought back from Mr. Alexander’s gun modification studio, took out the desert-colored pistol and played with it to make sure that he could After using it, he rummaged through the box and found two boxes of ammunition, filled the three magazines with bullets, and installed one of them on the gun.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran held the gun in one hand and two magazines in the other. After getting ready, he summoned the cowhide notebook that turned into a tattoo.
Amidst the "clatter" sound of the pages turning, the metal quill slowly floated up, and on the third blank page, a ZIS-3 type reflex weapon was drawn "swish". Tank gun.
With a sound of "Clang!", when the cannon was completely drawn, the quill fell heavily to the floor, and at the same time, two lines of text appeared on the page.
Character identity: 64th Army Field Post Office Postman Victor
Return ArticleFile: Hold position No. 19 on the Don River and take a photo
Postman? Don? It's going to happen!
Wei Ran's heart sank, and his field of vision was already occupied by dazzling white light. When his vision returned to normal, he realized that he was in the sidecar of a Ural motorcycle, with a breeze carrying the smell of water vapor and gunpowder smoke. Blowing in the face, you can still vaguely smell the unique smell of decomposing corpses.
In the night, which is occasionally lit by flares, the field of view directly ahead is a large stretch of trenches and barbed wire that winds to the end of the line of sight. Of course, there is also the dust and continuous dust blown up by the shells in the trench line. of gunfire.
Turn around and look behind you. There is a river almost parallel to the trenches. You can even see busy cargo ships on the river. Looking down at his empty hands, Wei Ran sighed in disappointment. As expected, he couldn't bring any weapons with him.
What made him even more heartbroken was that one of his return missions this time was to take a photo, but there was no camera hanging around his neck at all, but instead a bulging canvas messenger bag. Bag.
There was a "crunch", and before he could figure out the situation, the sidecar motorcycle under his butt had already stopped at the edge of the trench with a beautiful flick. The soldier driving the motorcycle also took off his goggles and almost shouted at him, "This is the Don River position of the 64th Army! But I don't know where the field post office is, let alone send you there."
The Don River position of the 64th Group Army?
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, then quickly jumped off the sidecar and asked at the top of his voice, "What day is today?"
"July 22nd, what's wrong?" ?" The other party subconsciously answered what Wei Ran wanted to know most.
"Nothing"
Wei Ran responded loudly, pressed the canvas satchel with one hand and jumped into the trench full of water. After finding a place with less water to hide, he groped around on his body, took out a flashlight, lit it and bit it in his mouth, then gathered the raincoat around him, and then opened the bulging canvas bag around his waist.
Except for a square kraft paper package, the rest of the space in this package is filled with letter paper folded into triangles. On these letters, there are also black postmarks and the words "inspected by military review agency".
Glancing at the date on the letter, Wei Ran turned off the flashlight and frowned. If the time the motorcycle rider told him was correct, then combined with the year on the letter, today should be 1942. July 22nd of the year.
Combined with the mission requirements on the cowhide notebook, it means that the big river not far away is the Don River?
Wait! Wei Ran's body trembled. He clearly remembered that the motorcycle rider just told him that this was where the 64th Group Army was stationed?
July 22, 1942, Don River position, 64th Army?
Weiran sat down in the muddy trench. It was nothing at this time, but on July 7, a week laterOn January 29th, the 64th Group Army will be forced to retreat to the other side of the Don River under the German attack!
Is it possible that the shabby tasks in the cowhide notebook were not arranged by Professor Alexei?
Wei Ran even had doubts at a certain moment. Regardless of the last Battle of Stalingrad or this time, the time when he "rushed over" was almost always a key point that must be memorized in the professional courses he studied. node!
Shaking his head to dispel the unrealistic speculations in his mind, Wei Ran turned on the flashlight again and looked at the letters folded into triangles in the canvas bag.
These triangular letters without envelopes are almost a Soviet characteristic during the Great Patriotic War, and the reason why they did not use envelopes is actually very simple. At that time, the Soviet Union was busy producing war weapons and equipment. , there is no spare capacity to produce envelopes.
So whether it is mailed from the front to the rear or from the rear to the front, it is folded into a triangle and then stamped directly with a postmark for delivery. But this is not a bad thing, at least the letter keeper or the blue hat wants to check whether there are any leaks or negative emotions in the communication, because it is particularly simple and convenient without envelopes.
But for Wei Ran, who is a guest postman, it is not easy to deliver this package full of letters to each soldier personally. The only thing he can do is to find this place The battlefield post office of the position puts the letters into their hands, and then the other party distributes them.
We have to find a way to get to Position 19...
Weiran turned off the flashlight again and moved quickly in the muddy trench. From time to time, he caught a soldier asking for the location of the field post office. .
After several unnecessary trips, Wei Ran finally arrived at the field post office next to the command post half an hour later.
What surprised him was that the person in charge of the post office in this position turned out to be an old man who was missing an arm, and most of the people under him who were responsible for distributing letters were half a year old. child.
Before he could finish listening to the one-armed old man’s introduction, a soldier had already hurriedly ran along the trench into the underground bunker that served as the field post office, “Uncle Mehri, we need some help. Transporting artillery shells, positions 14, 18 and 19 are running out of ammunition!"
"How many people?" the one-armed old man asked quickly.
“The more, the better!” the soldier said anxiously. “As soon as the German shelling ends, their tanks will definitely rush over. We must send enough artillery shells over before that. , if there..."
"Stop talking." Mehri waved his remaining right arm and said loudly to a middle-aged woman next to him who was sorting letters, "Sasha, you bring Children are responsible for the nearest position 14. Others follow me!"