An hour after the little postman Nikolai left, Captain Aleutian and Vanya, who had been following him, once again found Wei Ran who was doing nothing at the ammunition dump.
Calmly, she stuffed a small bag wrapped in raincoat fabric into Wei Ran's pocket. Vanya, who looked fierce, then handed Wei Ran two gold rings and whispered, "If If you can survive, please send those letters, if... Forget it, that's it."
Wei Ran took the gold ring and held it in his hand, while hammering his chest hard, "Absolutely. Send them!"
"I hope so"
The Aleutian company commander smiled and said nothing more, just commanding everyone to continue to strengthen the trenches, and by the way, position No. 19 The remaining three anti-tank guns dug new artillery positions.
As everyone was busy, the sky gradually became dark, and the heavy rain suddenly arrived after the sun set. At the same time, the explosions in the direction of the Don River became more and more intense, so much so that even the night sky due east was reflected. It became a constantly flashing orange-red color.
But apart from that, there is also a lot of good news. At least the Germans on the opposite side of the position rarely launched an attack. By midnight, veterinarian Cyril brought back a full 100 additional troops to Position 19, as well as two anti-tank guns and two 120mm heavy mortars that were pulled over by drafts. Of course, there were also Comes with plenty of ammunition.
Even the communications soldier Beshev, who had not been seen all day, finally connected the phone line with the rear headquarters. Not only that, he also brought back an artilleryman with a radio from the rear. Observer Kaze.
But such abundant reinforcements made Aleutian and Vanya increasingly uneasy. If there had been such ferocious firepower last night, it would have been impossible for the German tanks to drive just a few meters away from the barbed wire fence. Only less than 10 meters away.
But what about tonight or tomorrow night? What kind of surging enemy does the headquarters want them to use these reinforcements to resist?
This question still did not have a clear answer until the Aleutians settled the two newly added anti-tank guns and heavy mortars.
Fortunately, thanks to the reinforcements, Wei Ran and others were finally able to get into the bunker on the side of the trench and have a good rest.
Taking off his boots and canvas leggings, Wei Ran rubbed his wrinkled feet that had already been soaked in water, and then lay down on the bunk barely made of empty ammunition boxes.
"We have so much supplies this time, we will definitely be able to push the Germans back!" A young recruit who survived last night's battle said excitedly and a familiar companion said.
In the dim light provided by the kerosene lamp, Wei Ran and the veterinarian Cyril not far away looked at each other, each shaking his head with a wry smile.
"Victor, you are a postman, you must have been to many places, right?"
The veterinarian Cyril's tone was full of yearning, "Unlike me, until Before the war started, I spent most of my life dealing with cattle, sheep and horses.. "
"Yes, I have been to many places..." Wei Ran took off his wet and smelly boat cap and put it on his face to block the dirt falling from his head, and thoughts came to his mind. I talked about the city scenery I visited when I was studying in Russia in the past few years.
“Victor, Moscow, have you been to Moscow? "Cyril, the veterinarian, suddenly became interested. He half-sited up and leaned against an ammunition box and asked enthusiastically. Even the few soldiers around him who were also resting lowered their voices and raised their ears.
" "I've been there"
The Weiyan fan who didn't know that it had become the center of attention said in confusion, "I've been to Moscow many times. It's a very beautiful place." "
"What's there? "Cyril, the veterinarian, asked.
"There is everything there," Wei Ran said, and added silently in his mind, "There is just no red Soviet. "
"Can't you be more specific? "Vet Cyril dissatisfied and pulled off Wei Ran's boat cap on his face.
Until this moment, Wei Ran noticed that almost all the soldiers resting in the underground bunker were looking at him, and even Even the kerosene lamp that was originally hung above his head was taken off and placed on the empty box next to him.
"Yes! Talk about it in detail! "A soldier with a raw look on his face urged yearningly, "Have you been to Red Square? Is it big there? Have you ever met Comrade Stalin? "
"Fart! Victor was just a postman, how could he have met Stalin? ! "
Another soldier whose name could not be called corrected the former, and then asked indifferently, "Where is the Kremlin? Is it bigger than Red Square? "
"Can't you just shut up and listen to Victor quietly? "
Cyril, the veterinarian, knocked the empty box under his butt with a badly chipped enamel jar, and then whispered, "Who still has wine? It seems that our comrade postman is not going to talk to us about what Moscow has to offer before he drinks vodka. "
"Forget the wine." Wei Ran, who had come back to his senses, quickly waved his hand. He couldn't get used to drinking cold water with the right amount of alcohol.
"Victor, you Have you never been to Moscow? "The veterinarian Cyril said suspiciously.
"Been there, of course I have been there.
Wei Ran smiled bitterly, trying not to look into the expectant eyes around him, and introduced in an erratic tone, "Red Square is very big, about eight or nine hectares." big. The ground is paved with uneven stones. If you walk there at night, you may even get a sprained foot if you are not careful. "
Such a simple description made the surrounding soldiers burst into suppressed laughter, and then one of them asked, "Where is the Kremlin? How big is it? ”
“Almost as big as three or four Red Squares”
Wei Ran simply sat cross-legged on the wooden box, kneading his soaked and wrinkled feet, and according to the When I went to Moscow during my summer vacation, I tried my best to describe the scenes I saw to the people around me.Everything you see here.
"After the war is over, I really want to go to Moscow."
A soldier with stubble on his face held an enamel jar and said with longing, "I want to Go for a walk in Red Square and see if your feet are really sprained as Victor said."
"Don't be stupid"
The other age looks a little bit younger. The younger soldier drank up the water mixed with vodka from the enamel jar in one gulp, and said with some disappointment, "By the time the war is over, we will probably be dead long ago. We will never be able to see what Moscow is like in this life, and we will never see it again." No chance of spraining my foot in Red Square."
"So what?"
The stubble-faced soldier from before put down the porcelain jar nonchalantly, "Even if I do. It doesn't matter if you can't see it. My son will definitely have a chance to see it. He is only five years old and has already hid with his mother in Saratov. Even if I don't live to end the war, at least I can't let the Germans reach Saratov. Husband!”
“Saratov? Huh!” Vet Cyril lit up his pipe and took a deep puff, “Don’t even think about crossing the Don River!”