Since returning to the studio in Volgograd, Wei Ran took a short rest for a day and devoted all his energy to finding clues about the broken oil barrel.
It is no more than a daydream to decipher the irregular combinations of letters and numbers on the oil drums. Otherwise, the archaeologist named Herbert would not have found his head.
However, based on the unit badge on the oil barrel, he could carefully study the combat experience of the 15th Armored Division of the German Wehrmacht in World War II to prepare a foundation for entering the battlefield related to the oil barrel. .
Compared with the Eastern Front battlefield, the North African battlefield is almost like a stepmother. And this kind of evaluation can be said to be appropriate whether it is placed in Germany during World War II or in the history class taught by Professor Alexey himself.
In short, Wei Ran doesn’t know much about the North African battlefield. Even Professor Alexei can only tell the time points of some key battles and the overall war situation at that time. Just the influence.
But fortunately, the historical records about this armored division are relatively detailed. To put it simply, after the 15th Division was sent to North Africa, it participated in almost all battles.
From the Battle of Tobruk and the Battle of Gubi Wells in 1941, to the Battle of Gazala in 1942 and even the Second Battle of El Alamein, and after retreating to Tunisia, the Battle of Kasserine Pass in 1943 , the shadow of this army can almost be found.
It took three days to sort out all the large and small battles that the 15th National Defense Armored Division participated in, and memorize the key nodes and final results of each battle. Weiran finally completed all the preliminary preparations for entering the battlefield.
Carrying the broken oil drum into the bedroom, Wei Ran closed the door and took a few deep breaths, then decisively took out the metal book.
Amidst the sound of turning pages, the metal book stopped at the blank page 13. The metal pen started working as usual, drawing a huge wellhead on the light yellow page. and an oil drum pulled up by a rope from the bottom of the well.
Character identity: Victor, a soldier of the 132nd Transport Company
Returning mission: Escape from pursuit by a British reconnaissance vehicle, assist Italian tanker Carlo Parolo in finding water, and lead the organization A birthday party and take at least one group photo.
Language mission: Rescue Italian tank crew
Italy? Why did you end up in Italy?
As Wei Ran made a startling guess, a strong white light filled his field of vision, and his body felt waves of jolts. Gradually, the roar of the engine came to my ears.
When his vision returned to normal, he saw clearly that he was sitting on a three-wheeled motorcycle filled with 20-liter standard oil drums. But the most terrible thing is that less than 10 meters away from the front is a stone mountain about one story high and stretching for 20 to 30 meters, and his hand is tightly twisting the three-wheeled car. motorcycleThe throttle!
Hurrying to release the accelerator and slamming the brakes, the somewhat overloaded tricycle slid forward for a meter or two before finally stopping with difficulty.
"This bastard book always gives me trouble every time!"
Looking at the big stone as tall as a person, which was almost next to the front of the car, Wei Ran cursed secretly. , lifted his legs and got off the three-wheeled motorcycle, carefully looking at the surrounding situation.
As far as the eye can see, there are patches of desert and scattered stone mountains and large and small sand dunes. Only a small half of the sunset behind him was left, and the other half was completely blocked by the bulging terrain in the distance.
Looking at the three-wheeled motorcycle that almost brought him into the mountain just now, Wei Ran couldn't help but smile. This tricycle was not a three-wheeled sidecar that was common on the Eastern Front battlefield. It is not much different from the gasoline tricycles used to pull people and cargo in rural areas of China in later generations.
In addition to oil drums, the cargo compartment of this tricycle contained several wooden ammunition boxes and a large box of tin cans.
Finally, take a look at your attire. You have a submachine gun on your shoulder, a leather bullet bag and two big red grenades hanging diagonally on your chest.
What he wears on his head is a standard German M35 steel helmet. On the side of the helmet, there is a conspicuous red shield-shaped badge. In the middle of the badge is a white sword with a sharp tip. There are a few white tree leaves on top of the sword, and there are the words "132" under the sword hilt.
Just from the badge on the helmet, he knew that the one he joined this time was really the Italian camp in the North African battlefield, and it was also the 132nd Aries Armored Division, which was rarely victorious in the Italian camp!
Isn’t this the Second Battle of El Alamein?
Wei Ran couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the helmet he had taken off. When he inquired about the war experience of the German 15th Armored Division, he had paid special attention to this Italian unit that had beaten the British. He remembered clearly that the Italian Aries Armored Division was destroyed in the Second Battle of Alamein!
Just as he put on his helmet again, an explosion suddenly came from the other side of the pile of rocks that could barely be called a mountain. Wei Ran squatted down subconsciously, then quickly stood up and rushed to the top of the mountain with a submachine gun.
Hiding behind a stone, he carefully emerged, and then he saw that at the other end of the stone mountain, there was a wheeled armored vehicle that was still dying, and on both sides of it , each has a small, poor Italian L3 tank.
However, the condition of the two tanks was not very good. One of them was lying on its side on the ground, and a tanker was dragging his companion from the inside out.
The other tank was already emitting thick smoke, and there was a tank soldier lying on the top of the fighting room who kept screaming. I raised my head and looked into the distance. On the far horizon at the end of my sight, there were two cars driving toward the scene of a firefight down the mountain with billowing smoke and dust..
Without any time to think, Wei Ran turned around and ran down the stone mountain. He drove his three-wheeled motorcycle around the stone mountain and stopped next to the tank that was smoking.
In such a short time, faint flames could be seen inside the tank under the tank soldier lying at the hatch. Under the high temperature, his wailing became even louder. miserable.
Drag the opponent's shoulders and lift him out of the tank. Wei Yan used sand to cover the flames on the opponent's legs before he noticed that one of his arms had been dislocated, and the other arm had been cut off. The position of the head muscle was misaligned, and it was obvious that a fracture had occurred.
Ignoring what the other party said, Wei Ran first restored the dislocated arm to its original shape amidst the other party's screams, and then pointed at the three-wheeled motorcycle next to him, while he himself ran towards Another tank lying on its side helped the tank operator, who was looking at the big bag on his forehead, to pull out another unconscious soldier.
Almost at the moment when the two of them lifted the unconscious tank driver onto the three-wheeled motorcycle, the familiar feeling of brain failure came over again. Wei Ran felt that his vision went dark, and then he sat down. on the ground.
"Are you okay?" the tank driver with a bulging forehead asked with concern.
"No...it's okay"
Wei Ran, who finally understood what the other party was saying, waved his hand, stood up staggeringly with the help of the other party, and pointed. The steaming smoke in the distance urged in the Italian he had just learned, "Quick, get in the car."
Hearing this, the tank crew quickly climbed into the cargo compartment, holding a wounded man out of the way with one hand. of them falling. At the same time, Weiran also turned the throttle and increased the speed of the three-wheeled motorcycle to the highest speed.
As the soldier with a broken arm wailed increasingly feebly, Wei Ran drove the severely overloaded three-wheeled motorcycle around the stone mountain, temporarily blocking the sight of the pursuing soldiers. Then choose a sheltered place with sand dunes or low hills to run.
"The one with the bump on his head, what's your name?" Wei Ran asked in a loud voice.
"Panetong, what about you?"
"Victor"
Wei Ran took off his submachine gun and threw it to the opponent, "Look at the ammunition. Are the bullets in the box useful? If not, throw them away. By the way, keep the ammunition box and throw out half of the oil barrel!"
"Okay!" Panetong! He took the submachine gun and put it on his shoulder, looked at the mark on the ammunition box, then pulled out a dagger from his waist, pried open the lid of the box, and poured out the bullets inside.
After emptying the few ammunition boxes in the cargo compartment, Panetong picked up oil drums one after another, opened the lids and threw them outside.
As the weight was gradually reduced, the speed of the three-wheeled motorcycle was also significantly increased. When the sun was completely blocked by the horizon, Wei Ran, who did not dare to turn on the light, crossed several sand dunes and a stone mountain in succession. , and then the brakes were applied.
It was only then that he noticed that the tanker who had been unconscious before hadAwake, but the one with a broken arm fell into a coma.
"What's his name?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the tanker with a broken arm.
"Pierre", who was unconscious before, stretched out his hand towards Wei Ran, "I am Carlo, we are both scouts of the 32nd Tank Regiment. Thank you for saving us before."< /p>
Are you Carlo?
Wei Ran glanced at the distinctive upturned beard above the other person's lips, stretched out his hand to shake his hand, "I am from the 132nd Transport Company."
Waiting for the two of them After getting to know each other, Panetong said worriedly, "Pierre's arm is broken. He needs surgery as soon as possible."
"Let me try." Wei Ran pointed at the unconscious man Pierre said, "You two hold him down."
"You want to perform surgery here?" Carlo asked in surprise, "I have never heard that anyone in the transport company can perform surgery. "
"I don't know if there are any hospitals or professional doctors nearby." Wei Ran was extremely disappointed.
Carlo and Panetong looked at each other, and after a moment of hesitation, they followed Wei Ran's request and pressed one to hug Pierre's armpits, while the other held down his burned legs.
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran touched the broken position of the other party through the skin, then grabbed the broken arm and pulled it out hard while the two of them looked at each other with horror, while using his other hand. Push hard on the fractured area.
Under the stimulation of severe pain, Pierre, who was originally unconscious, woke up instantly, but before he could scream, his mouth was covered by Carlo who was hugging him.
Wei Ran touched the fractured area and saw that it was still somewhat dislocated. He immediately repeated the action without saying hello. Amidst Pierre's screams and struggles, he aligned the broken bone stubble.
"Panetong, open the ammunition box and hand me the board." Wei Ran said while holding the fractured position.
Hearing this, Panetong quickly took down the wooden box from the cargo compartment and smashed it with the butt of his gun to remove four three-finger-wide wooden boards.
"Bu Tiao" Wei Ran continued to make requests. These should have been prepared before bone setting, but this was his first time after all. Although the notebook taught him bone setting techniques, these "peripheral services" were not Not much experience at all.
Panetong quickly took off the shirt and tore it into long strips and handed it to Wei Ran. The latter took it, wrapped the wooden board, fixed Pierre's arm, and then helped him He hung his hands around his neck.