Seeing Wei Ran and Father Hans coming from next door, Marco, who was guarding the campfire, quickly brought over the steaming fish soup.
"You drink first. While the two Soviets are still awake, I will send another few pots of fish soup and boiling water into the basement."
Take it. When Marco handed over the fish soup, Father Hans once again whispered what he had said to Wei Ran, "Marco, after you finish delivering the fish soup, we won't have any women hiding in the basement here." , regardless of adults or minors."
Marco seemed to think of the demonized Soviets once propagandized on the radio, nodded with a pale face, and carried a bag full of fish soup. and fish lunch box, and stumbled towards the bathtub not far away.
"I remember after the shelling, when you came up from the basement, you said you knew Russian?" Father Hans asked abruptly.
"I have learned some before, and I can barely communicate."
While speaking, Wei Ran put the fish soup back on the bonfire to heat, and then sat down on the edge of the fireplace. , with the flickering firelight, he opened the documents collected from the wounded man.
"What's written on it?" Father Hans asked while sipping the warm fish soup.
Hearing this, Wei Ran handed the document in his hand that was wet with river water to Hans's father, "This man's name is Ivan, and he is a company instructor of the 765th Regiment of the Soviet Red Army. Maybe they are attacking. Moltke Bridge."
"Wait a minute"
Dad Hans returned the wet certificate to Wei Ran, put down the almost finished fish soup, and walked in quickly. He walked into the operating room next door, then walked over with a similarly wet ID and handed it to Wei Ran, "Where's this?"
Taking the ID and opening it, Wei Ran subconsciously widened his eyes. , although the name of the owner on this document is also very long, the name at the beginning is exactly Mikhail!
Could it be that decades later, the name Mario kept chanting before his death was him?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, moved closer to the campfire, and continued to look at the content on the certificate, finally confirming that the man named Mikhail was indeed the one who came before this war. The owner of the Second Class Patriotic War Medal provided by Professor Alexey is Mikhail, a commando of the 1st Battalion of the 765th Regiment of the 150th Division of the 79th Infantry Division of the Soviet Red Army!
Looking at Dr. Lodge who had just walked out of the next door with a strange expression, Wei Ran spread out the two documents and leaned them against a brick beside the bonfire to help them evaporate and dry as quickly as possible.
"You haven't answered my question yet" Father Hans reminded him as he picked up the fish soup again.
Wei Ran also picked up the fish soup, "This man's name is Mikhail. He is from the same army as the man who had the amputation. He is a second lieutenant."
His curiosity was satisfied. Father Hans handed another portion of fish soup to Dr. Lodge who had just sat down by the fireplace and said, "You saved a second lieutenant and a... a what?"
"Captain" Wei Ran added with a smile, "A little higher than a captain, a little lower than a major."
"No matter what it is" Father Hans waited for Dr. Lodge to take the fish Tang continued, "What are you going to do when they wake up?"
Doctor Rocky spread his hands, pointed at Marco who was walking this way, and said nonchalantly, "We have a The major is here. It will only mean that they surrender to us or we surrender to them. Anyway, the war will be over soon."
"You'd better not be so optimistic."
Father Hans shook his head, raised his hand and asked Marco to sit next to him, "Take off your clothes and boots and burn them. We have no need for them anymore."
Marco heard this and quickly unbuttoned his uniform, but before throwing his uniform into the bonfire, he hesitated for a moment and took off the Youth League knife that was originally hanging on his belt. "This belongs to Mario, keep it." Come down."
"Whatever you want"
As Father Hans spoke, he also untied his white coat, took off his uniform and threw it into the burning bonfire. in the fireplace.
As for Wei Ran, he had already begun to take off his uniform when Father Hans opened his mouth.
While the uniforms of the three people were burning in the fireplace and black smoke was emitting, Dr. Lodge had already hid in the shadow of the far wall with the fish soup that he had almost finished.
Dad Hans, who put on his white coat again, stared at the black smoke steaming from the fireplace, then turned to look around and at the city in the distance that had turned into ruins and battlefields, and finally sighed silently. He took a breath and closed his old eyes that were covered with bloodshot eyes and sadness.
Wei Ran, who was a little further away, also took out the Rollei camera from his bag, and quietly took Father Hans, Dr. Lodge and Marco, together with the risk The fireplace with black smoke and the Kroll Opera House in the distance, which was vaguely visible in the night, were all greedily included in the viewfinder, and then the shutter was pressed.
After a long time, the uniforms of the three people were burned to ashes, and the billowing black smoke gradually dissipated. Father Hans picked up some fragments of wooden furniture from the surroundings to cover the remains of the bonfire. Several crisp medals and metal eagles were leaned against the warm edge of the fireplace again, waiting silently for dawn, for the war to end, and for the two wounded men next door to wake up or die completely.
As the four people took turns keeping vigil, the dark sky was gradually shrouded in morning fog, and the sound of firefights in the direction of Moltke Bridge became more and more intense. Next door, the Soviet Red Army instructor Ivan, whose leg was amputated by Weiran, finally woke up after the drug wore off.
With difficulty, he raised his head and looked at the half-leg wrapped in gauze. The instructor named Ivan looked at Wei Ran who was squatting beside him with vigilance, and had already quietly held it with one hand. He picked up half of the broken bricks beside him.
"Instructor Ivan, we surrender." Wei Ran said simply in Russian before the other party was about to pick up the brick.
“Surrender?” IvanWei Ran looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "Do you know Russian?"
"I have learned it before"
While speaking, Wei Ran put the gun originally hanging on Marco's waist The P38 pistol turned the handle upside down and handed it to Ivan who was trying to hold up his upper body. "The bullets in this pistol have been emptied. If you don't mind, I can help you sit up. In addition, we have some fish soup. If ..."
"Where are my comrades?" Ivan asked as he took the pistol nonchalantly.
Wei Ran pointed to a dark corner not far away, "His injury is more serious than yours, and he hasn't woken up yet."
Let Wei Ran hold on Leaning against the wall, Ivan hesitated for a moment and asked, "Did you save us?"
Wei Ran pointed behind him and explained frankly, "The others are behind that wall, If you don't accept our surrender, they can run away quickly." Ivan couldn't help but smile tiredly, "Who are you?"
"We are all doctors from the same clinic"
Wei Ran said, picking up the half of the clinic sign they found from the ruins and showing it to the other party, "You may not understand, but this Before the building was destroyed by shells, it was indeed a clinic."
Ivan was silent for a moment, stretched out his hand and said, "Thank you for saving me and my comrades. If you can, bring me a bowl of fish soup." ”