After lying on the cold snow for a long time, Wei Ran finally found the strength to get up.
In the past few minutes, he had truly experienced what "brain downtime" meant. It was definitely no more comfortable than being hit on the back of the head with a brick. At the same time, the inexplicable extra things in his memory also gave him an indescribable feeling like time and space were confused.
At this moment, a Finnish soldier also wearing a white snow camouflage uniform stopped beside Wei Ran on his skis and asked with concern, "Are you okay? I was just watching from above. You seem to have been shot."
Can you understand Finnish now?
Wei Ran was stunned, and blurted out in fluent Finnish almost subconsciously, "It's okay, I'm okay."
"Since it's okay, hurry up and pick up the weapon!" The general Before he finished speaking, the Finnish soldier, who was wrapped tightly all over his body, pushed his ski pole hard and rushed towards the battlefield that was gradually quieting down at the foot of the mountain.
It seems that I am looking for a chance to find some safe German equipment to try. Maybe I won’t have to learn German by then.
Wei Ran muttered to himself, resisting the dizziness that had not completely subsided, put his rifle on his back, took out his ski poles, and caught up with the Finnish soldier who had already run away without a trace.
Follow the tracks left by the opponent's skis to the foot of the mountain, where several Finnish soldiers are already picking up Soviet equipment and ammunition from each corpse.
From the most common Mosin Nagant rifle to the occasionally seen PPD40 submachine gun, as well as the Maxim water-cooled machine gun that has just been targeted twice by the guard, and even the anti-human RGD33 hand grenade and slightly stronger but There are also not much stronger F1 lemon grenades, basically anything that can be used to cause damage, these silent Finns basically didn't let go, and sent them all into two horse-drawn sleighs waiting aside.
"Beep——" The moment the sharp whistle sounded, everyone immediately rushed towards a dense coniferous forest without hesitation. As for Hassan, the sleigh that was left at the end, there was also a man wielding something like a big broom, who was responsible for cleaning up the remaining marks on the snow.
Wei Ran, who only had time to grab a PPD40 submachine gun and two drum magazines, followed the example of the Finns and opened the square box flashlight hanging on his chest, skiing quickly through the dense forest with the faint light. We moved forward until we climbed over a mountain col, then we turned off the flashlight and slid for half an hour with the faint light reflected from the snow, finally stopping at the edge of a camp with a dozen tents.
Still imitating the people in front, they lined up in a sparse line to send the picked up submachine guns into a tent with openings at both ends, waiting for the middle-aged woman sitting behind the table to borrow it. After the oil lamp was registered, he received a wooden sign from the other party that was only as big as the mouth of a tea cup.
"What is this?" Wei Ran looked at the numbers on the wooden sign and asked curiously.
"First time here?"
The old lady didn't seem to doubt Wei at all.Ran's identity, he explained with some pride, "Two new sauna tents were just built during the day today. You can go over and line up later. With this small sign, you can go in and rest for half an hour."
No steaming The Finnish embarrassment that can kill you in the sauna...
Wei Ran muttered to himself with a strange look on his face, bent down and emerged from the other end of the canvas tent filled with weapons, and took the wooden plate handed by a young girl. , followed the team and ordered an unfamiliar thick soup, half a piece of bread and a large piece of steaming smoked fish.
He casually found a log covered with wolf skin and sat down. While eating a pretty good dinner, Wei Ran looked at the two busiest tents in the entire camp.
It is not wrong at all to say that these Finns are so embarrassed that they will die if they don’t take a sauna. Don’t look at the ancestral social phobia of these little sisus, but as long as you wear a towel and go in with them The sauna is steaming with water. They are definitely more hospitable and bragging than those who are drunk.
After finishing the food in a few mouthfuls, he didn’t know whether it was lunch or dinner. Wei Ran was about to find a place to ask if he could get a few 9mm Luger bullets. A middle-aged man wearing a dark gray military uniform He stood on the wooden pile, raised a tin trumpet and shouted, "Who knows Russian? Come here and help me!"
I shouted twice in a row, and saw that everyone around me looked blank and indifferent. , Wei Ran raised his hand and responded, "I can!"
"It's you! Come with me!"
The middle-aged man in military uniform was overjoyed when he heard this. He quickly called to Wei Ran and got into a canvas tent in the corner with him.
As soon as the curtain was opened, the steaming heat made Wei Ran couldn't help but shiver in comfort. Even though the tent only had a thin layer of canvas, there was a big belly burning inside. A cast-iron wood stove, and a thick blanket of pine needles and deerskin underfoot.
On one side of the cast-iron stove is a table made of logs, and on the other side is a young Soviet soldier who is tied tightly with a deerskin rope and has a frightened face.
"What's your name?" The middle-aged soldier who brought Wei Ran in poured Wei Ran a cup of scalding coffee and asked in a leisurely manner.
"Victor" Wei Ran secretly glanced at the Ruger P08 pistol on the opponent's waist, and quickly corrected his attitude and responded, "A scout of the Citizen Guard."
"Scouts? The Citizen Guard that came from Vipuri?" After the middle-aged man finished speaking, he didn't even think about Wei Ran's answer. Instead, he sighed with a sure look on his face, "No wonder you know Russian."
What are you talking about...
Wei Ranle didn’t need to explain. After muttering to himself, he responded to the other party with a formula-like smile while secretly pondering, etc. Could you please ask the other party for a few 9mm bullets?
The middle-aged soldier didn't care. He pointed at the prisoner lying on the ground and said, "Okay Victor, help me ask this Soviet man. HeWhich army are we? "
Squatting next to the prisoner, Wei Ran grabbed the prisoner's collar and took a look. He was just a private. I'm afraid he didn't know much, and the prisoner was still wearing brown clothes. Autumn uniform, it’s a miracle that you didn’t freeze to death
“Which army are you from? "While Wei Ran was talking, he also noticed the paper balls stuffed in the other party's sleeves. He pulled them out out of curiosity and saw that they were actually leaflets persuading surrender.
Seeing this Soviet soldier bite Wei Ran gritted his teeth and didn't respond at all. He pinched the other party's fluffy sleeves and then asked in Russian, "Is it because it's too cold that you stuffed so many leaflets into your sleeves? "
Hearing this, the Soviet soldier simply closed his eyes and made it clear that he wanted to fight hard to the end.
"If I keep you warm with leaflets Photographed and published in the newspaper, which correctional camp do you think Stalin would send your family to? "Wei Ran asked in a low voice, almost close to the soldier's ear.
Hearing this, cold sweat broke out on the forehead of the young soldier. He looked at Wei Ran with a horrified look on his face, his lips moving. After struggling for a long time, he said tremblingly, "Signal soldier of the 163rd Infantry Division Headquarters of the 9th Army, kill me! No, burn me to death! ”