With a soft "clatter" sound, the cowhide book that fell to the carpet automatically turned to the fifth blank page without any wind. Then the metal quill began to draw as if there was no one around.
In the soft sound of "swish, swish, swish", a forest first appeared on the light yellow page, and then a blue hat appeared with a Nagant revolver pressed against his chin. In his arms, he held a flag of the 163rd Infantry Division.
With a soft "click" sound, the metal quill that completed the task fell on the thick carpet. At the same time, two lines of writing appeared under the picture it had just drawn:
Character identity: Citizen Guard Scout Victor
Returning mission: assisting the Citizen Guard in sniping Shooter Mika Raikkonen sniped and killed the commander of the 163rd Soviet Infantry Division and took at least five photos.
Language mission: Snipe and kill at least five Soviet soldiers
Language mission? What's this? etc! Civil Guard? Snipe Soviet soldiers?
Fuck me! Wrong team!
In a surprised national curse, a fierce white light filled his field of vision. Before his field of vision could return to normal, he felt the cold wind blowing towards him like a knife!
As the dazzling white light faded, Wei Ran's vision returned to normal, and then he saw the rapidly retreating coniferous forest and a tall pine tree approaching at the same speed in front of him!
"I fuck, I fuck, I fuck!"
A series of beautiful Chinese words popped out of Wei Ran's mouth. He didn't even have time to think about it, so he relied on muscle memory to control the skis under his feet. After dodging the pine trees less than 20 meters away, a skilled ice ball stopped on the soft and cold snow.
Looking back at the big tree that he almost hit, Wei Ran sat down on the cold snow with lingering fear, staring blankly at the dim night sky. For a while, I still couldn't accept the fact that I ended up on the Finnish side.
It took five minutes to calm down the excitement, but a smile appeared on Wei Ran's face. Although he was in the wrong team, at least he had the flag on his notebook, and it was here. In this battle, it was much safer to stand on the side of the Finnish sisu than on the side of Maozi. At least there was no need to worry about freezing to death.
After calming down, Wei Ran also noticed the gunshots that rang out from time to time in the surrounding forest and hills. I cautiously climbed up and looked around. It was a dense coniferous forest covered with snow, and the steep slopes extended all the way down with no end in sight.
I turned the ski pole in my hand and tried to poke it down. The snow was more than half a meter thick. Looking above the head, the gorgeous auroras are flying back and forth like wind and clouds. If you ignore the crisp gunshots that ring out from time to time, this unique polar scenery is particularly magnificent.
Looking down at himself, he was wearing a white camouflage suit that covered his head and feet. He carried a Finnish version of the Mosin Nagant infantry on his shoulders, and a square flashlight hung on the side of his chest.There was also a telescope hanging on it, and on the wide brown belt around his waist, in addition to a hard leather ammunition bag and a canvas dry food bag containing smoked meat, there was also a flare gun. Continuing to look down, the feet are wearing a pair of high-waisted boots from Lapland with Finnish characteristics, and skis fixed to the boots with deerskin ropes.
"It seems that we are really on the side of the Finns?"
Wei Ran lay on the soft snow again, and a handful that did not belong to this era suddenly appeared in his hand. A matte black pistol, I removed the magazine and looked at it. As expected, there was no bullet at all.
Withdrawing the pistol, he took out the kerosene gas lamp that was still in the notebook and shook it slightly. The kerosene inside was full, but the Kiev 30 spy camera originally hanging on the handle was gone. , only a kerosene lighter was left, making crisp sounds as the kerosene rocked and hit the kerosene lamp.
After taking back the kerosene lamp, he was in the mood to pick up the Finnish version of the Mosin-Nagant rifle that he had just thrown aside, skillfully pulled the bolt and loaded a bullet. Instead of getting up in a hurry, he was still thinking about the language task that suddenly appeared on the cowhide notebook.
In other words, as long as you snipe and kill five Soviet soldiers, you will probably be able to understand Finnish?
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran struggled to stand up again, stepped on his skis, lowered his body as low as possible, and carefully slid to a less than five-meter-square area near the foot of the mountain in the dim night. on the small platform.
Here you can clearly hear the sounds from time to time around you, you can even more clearly see the muzzle flashes that light up from time to time at the foot of the mountain, and you can even hear the screams of the Soviet soldiers after they were hit by bullets. Scream.
Looking around vigilantly, Wei Ran crossed his ski poles and poked them on the edge of a pine tree that was enough to block him. Then he took off the rifle on his shoulder and put it on the ski poles, slowly The moving muzzle was aimed at the Soviet soldiers who were lying on the snow at the foot of the mountain and fired back hastily.
Although Weiran sided with Finland against the Soviet Red Army this time, Weiran did not feel any psychological pressure at all. I don't have the guts to fight against a cowhide book. If I don't fight now, I might be the one who dies later. Even if he doesn't die, if he is left in this era, he probably won't live long at all.
Since one must die, it must not be him.
Wei Ran muttered to himself, used the crosshair to catch a muzzle flash that lit up from time to time on the snow, and then calmly pulled the trigger according to the hunting skills Ji Ma had taught him.
The moment the crisp gunfire rang out, Wei Ran didn't care whether he hit or not, he immediately put away his gun and hid behind the pine tree, slowly pulled the gun bolt, and let the hot shell bounce into the snow. A small ball of inconspicuous white mist evaporated from it.
After a moment, Wei Ran put the gun on the ski pole again, pointed at a black figure that stood out in the snow, and pulled the trigger.
Retracting the tree trunk again, before the second shell casing hit the snow, the denseThe concentrated bullets hit the surrounding tree trunks "double".
Carefully squatting down, he used the tip of his gun to pull the ski pole to his side. Wei Ran saw the opportunity and took advantage of the gap between the opponent's shots to push the ski pole and quickly left the place.
Moving forward a hundred and ten meters laterally, Weiran found a position where he could see the Soviet Red Army at the foot of the mountain, and saw the opportunity to pull the trigger again.
I don’t know how many were hit...
As soon as Weiran had time to say something, a flare suddenly lifted into the sky from the top of the mountain behind him, drawing parabolic points. It lit up the cold night sky above the heads of the Soviet Red Army troops below the mountain.
Given the rare opportunity, Wei Ran immediately stretched out the muzzle of his gun, pointed at the figures who kept shooting at the foot of the mountain, and pulled the trigger one after another.
Quickly emptying the magazine with the remaining two bullets, Wei Ran moved his position again and found a big tree to hide in. Then he calmly removed the ammunition bag from his waist. He took out a magazine and pressed it into the magazine.
Taking advantage of the last moment when the flare was about to go out, Weiran fired two more bullets at the Soviet Red Army down the mountain.
"This should be enough, right?"
Wei Ran carefully looked at the few dozen Soviet Red Army soldiers left at the foot of the mountain. After hesitating for a moment, he held up his ski poles. After sliding down the mountain for a hundred or ten meters, he hid behind a big rock and pulled the trigger again towards the enemy less than a hundred meters away.
Until he emptied the rifle and there was only the last bullet left in the chamber, Wei Ran, who was hiding behind the stone, had not had time to pull the bolt, and a severe headache made his eyes black. He fell directly onto the cold snow.