Sending Professor Alexei away, Wei Ran locked the rolling shutter door and entered the bedroom with the two knives and the Second Class Patriotic War Medal.
After taking a hot bath in a ritualistic manner, Wei Ran sat on the chair and looked back and forth between the tattoo on the tiger's mouth and the two knives.
After hesitating for a long time, he got up and went back to the first floor. He took out everything in the leather book and checked it carefully.
Needless to say, the Mauser bayonet on the second page is sometimes more useful than a gun.
Although the pistol on the third page is loaded with bullets, there is no doubt that there will be no bullets when we return to World War II.
The kerosene gas lamp on page 4 had burned out the fuel when he was in Inta two days ago. Weiran found a large bucket of kerosene from the tool room and filled it up, and even replaced the kerosene lighter on it. The flint that received the letter was refilled with dye, and the kerosene gas lamp was even replaced with a new gauze.
The telescope and SVT40 semi-automatic rifle on the fifth page are in almost brand new condition. After returning from Finland last time, he filled the three magazines with bullets, although he knew that there would be many bullets after that. It's most likely that it won't work either, but what if you get a BUG?
With a hint of luck, Wei Ran returned all the checked items to their proper places. He took a deep breath, put away the leather notebook, and returned to the bedroom with anxious steps.
After locking the door and drawing the curtains, Wei Ran summoned the cowhide notebook again. Under his nervous gaze, he automatically turned to the blank sixth page, and the metal quill began to draw. Soon, two crisp Youth League knives appeared on the light yellow page.
With a soft "click" sound, the quill that completed the work fell on the carpet, and at the same time, three lines of text appeared on the page:
Character identity: Deserter Wei Kedo
Return conditions: Save Mario, a member of the Youth League, save Mora, a Jewish survivor, and take at least four photos.
Language mission: Escape from the battlefield and save Marco.
Rescue the Youth League members? Are you really on the side of the Germans? Wei Ran only had time to murmur before his vision was enveloped by intense white light.
Before his vision could be restored, the rumble of cannons and a series of whistles could be heard in his ears. Wei Ran squatted down subconsciously, and finally even lay on the ground and curled up into a ball.
He was so familiar with the sound of artillery and whistles that he could even imagine that when the Soviet Red Army saw the series of meteors flying overhead, they would subconsciously shout "Kaqiu" Sha's name!
However, when his vision returned, Wei Ran saw several young soldiers squatting around him looking at him with mocking expressions. Looking around, the lush shrubs and forests were shrouded in thick fog that obscured sight, and the sound of counterattack artillery and machine gun fire could be heard in the distance.
And among the several childish-looking German soldiers around them, each one was holding a Panzerfaust anti-tank rocket in his hand.cylinder. Judging from their eagerness to try, they seemed to be ready to rush out at any time to hit the T-34 that was about to drive over.
Looking down at his own attire, he saw that he was no different from them. Apart from an iron fist, the only weapon he had was a grenade on his waist.
What kind of death squad is this?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then heard the soldier in front of the team, who looked about the same age as himself, shouting in a low voice in German, the only thing he could understand except for various German swear words. The phrase "departure".
As the order was issued, this group of young and excessive German soldiers moved silently to the edge of the forest under the cover of thick fog, while the guard who was originally in the center of the group moved further and further. Slow finally opened a distance of three or four meters from the rear of the team.
Seeing that the back of the fat soldier in front was about to be shrouded in thick fog, Wei Ran threw away the iron fist in his hand without saying a word and ran in the opposite direction!
In the thick fog that seemed to be able to swallow people up, Wei Ran ran faster and faster, until a large tent appeared vaguely in front of him, then he slowed down and almost crawled forward, amidst the rumbling sound of artillery fire. , using the cover of the fog, he slowly moved around from the side.
Seeing that the tent behind him was getting further and further away from him and was finally completely obscured by the thick fog, Wei Ran turned over and lay on the wet weeds and took out his pistol from the cowhide book.
As he pulled the slide, a bullet hit him in the face.
Are there bullets?
Wei Ran picked up the bullet that rolled down to his neck and was stunned. Then a look of realization appeared on his face. This bullet was pressed into the magazine during the battle of Suao Musalmi last time. In other words, it can be used at the same time?
In order to verify his guess, Wei Ran removed the magazine, and it was indeed full of bullets! What a surprise!
Pushing the bullet in his hand back into the magazine and loading it into the pistol, Wei Ran kissed the sleeve hard, then put it back into the cowhide book and took out the SVT40 semi-automatic rifle. Sure enough, all three magazines of the rifle were empty.
It was not a disappointment. Wei Ran made up his mind and looked for an opportunity to get a few bullets to fill three magazines. Then he put them away, got up and continued running forward. But before he could stand still, he felt his eyes suddenly go dark, and then his legs softened and he fell into the wet grass again. At the same time, he once again felt the weird feeling of indescribable time and space chaos in his head.
After a long time, the sound of broken footsteps came from the direction of the tent, and then he saw two people, one fat and one thin.
The fat man wore a black eyepatch covering one eye and held a Mauser rifle in his hand, but his gray hair hinted that he was no longer young.
The thin one has a stern face, his light blond hair is meticulously combed, and his uniform is well-groomed.Yes, it inexplicably reminded Wei Ran of a certain character from Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.
It’s just that although this young man’s image score was quite high, the questions he kept mumbling made Wei Ran, who was struggling to hide behind a big tree, unable to stop laughing.
"Father Hans, if we are caught escaping secretly, will we be shot?"
"Who will catch us?" The fat old man with the eyepatch lived up to his expectations. He said responsibly, "They must survive the Soviets first before they have a chance to catch us."
"But..."
"Nothing to worry about"
The fat old man called Father Hans whispered, "Marco, the most important thing now is to go back to Berlin to find your stupid brother, and then hide with me in the countryside before the Soviets come in. "
"So this is Marco?" Wei Ran was about to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound at all.
There seems to be a rescue Marco in the language mission? Wei Ran's heart sank, and he quickly lowered his body, hiding himself in the lush grass, and continued to listen to the conversation between the two of them quietly.
"Can the Soviets break into Berlin?" Marco's handsome little face was full of panic, "Will they be as advertised on the radio?"
"I told you that it's not something we should care about!" Father Hans explained patiently.
"But if we run away and get caught..."
"Shut up, you idiot! You have asked this question three times!"
Father Hans touched the back of Marco's head gently, and then heard the sound of a motorcycle engine behind them!
Before the two of them could hide, a BMW motorcycle caught up from behind and circled around Marco and Hans.
When the two motorcycles stopped, a man in a German uniform stepped out of the sidecar in a leisurely manner, looked at Father Hans with a smile, and untied his waist in a leisurely manner. He took out the cowhide holster in the room, pulled out a P38 pistol, and slowly checked the bullets in the magazine. And the young soldier who was originally responsible for driving the motorcycle also raised the MP40 submachine gun on his waist with an indifferent expression!