In the best local hotel in Liuban, Wei Ran, who had completed his morning exercise, took a cold shower that could make people howl like ghosts as usual, changed into clean clothes, and energetically picked up the clothes that were still in the canvas bag. With those scraps of metal and the car keys I got from Diane yesterday evening, I drove out of the hotel alone before the sun completely jumped out of the horizon.
Driving the car out of the town and choosing a direction at random, Wei Ran slowly drove the car to the edge of a seemingly dense forest and stopped, then he picked up the bag of scrap copper. Iron, stepping on the melted snow and damp leaf litter in the forest, walked into the depths of the dense forest.
After the off-road vehicle behind him had been completely blocked by trees, and there were no traces of human activity around, Wei Ran randomly found a dead tree lying on its side and put the contents in the canvas bag. All the things were taken out and placed one by one on the tree trunk full of insect holes.
After carefully checking the surrounding environment and the inventory of various weapons and supplies in the metal book, he cautiously summoned the metal book.
Amidst the clattering sound of turning pages, the metal book placed by Wei Ran on the tree trunk automatically turned to the blank page 18, and then the metal quill brushed on the light yellow paper. A pattern is drawn on the page.
In this picture, there is a person kneeling on the ground, using a shovel to dig hard into the pit in front of him. Beside him, there is a small pile of soil and a metal Ammo box.
In the background further away, there seemed to be a sledge with a machine gun mounted on it, and there seemed to be a figure carrying a gun around the sledge.
As soon as the metal quill that had finished its work hit the moss growing on the tree trunk with a loud thud, two lines of text appeared directly below the pattern just drawn. .
Character identity: Izvestia reporter Victor
Return mission: Assist the guerrillas in completing the ambush mission, complete a teaching activity of no less than 60 minutes, and take at least one group photo.
"Teaching lessons? What the hell are you doing for me!"
As Wei Ran yelled angrily, a strong white light swept over him, and then, he felt The howling wind and biting cold in my ears!
On the plane? ! Just hearing that familiar noise made Wei Ran feel like he was dead. He immediately blinked his eyes crazily, trying to regain his sight as soon as possible.
After a while, Wei Ran first saw the stars above his head, and then he saw the outdated wings that were exactly the same as the An-2 aircraft.
Continuing to move in a straight line, in the open cockpit directly in front of him, there was a thin figure quietly steering the aircraft forward smoothly without starting the engine at all.
Looking at myself again, in addition to the canvas bag in my arms, I was wearing a leaky cotton coat, aviator goggles on my face, and a pair of thick cotton gloves on my hands. Touching the top of his head, he seemed to be wearing a classic Soviet fur hat.
willWith his upper body slightly sticking out of the open cabin, Wei Ran glanced at the dark ground directly below, and then sat upright, quietly waiting for the moment of landing.
A moment later, the engine roared without warning. The pilot in charge of the flight in front skillfully controlled the Wave 2 aircraft and began to climb. Then he shut down the engine again and relied on his excellent gliding. Ability to continue walking quietly.
After a long time, reflections began to appear on the ground. The plane began to change direction and began to lose altitude along the water surface.
"Is this a blind landing?" Wei Ran swallowed and subconsciously tightened the armrests on both sides of the cockpit.
Unexpectedly, just when the width of the surface of the lake began to shrink, the slow biplane started the engine again, drawing an arc and turning lightly over the forest.
And the roar of the engine propeller was like a signal. Soon, a long string of flashing red lights lit up directly in front.
Using this string of lights as a guide, the plane further lowered its altitude and advanced slowly at a dangerous height that was almost close to the treetops. During this period, Wei Ran could even feel the noise made when branches scratched the skin of the fuselage!
Soon, the lights that had just been blocked by the tree canopy appeared again. The aircraft also lowered its altitude again, started to taxi lightly against the ground in the forest glade, and finally landed directly ahead of the distance. The few pine trees stopped completely when they were no more than 20 meters away.
At this time, not only the plane's engine had stopped, but even the lights used to guide the runway had long since been extinguished.
"Okay, comrade reporter, you have arrived."
It was only then that the pilot directly in front turned around and said with a smile, "You can get off now. "
"Female?"
Wei Ran looked at the pilot less than one meter away in surprise. Unfortunately, because of the dim night and the obstruction of the wings above his head, he But he couldn't see the other party's appearance clearly at all. The only thing that was certain was that the other party's voice sounded very nice.
Before he could say anything, a hoarse voice came from the forest facing the plane, "What good things did our Alisa bring this time?"
p>"Uncle Slava!"
The pilot named Alissa immediately waved enthusiastically to the figure walking not far away, and said happily, "This time I will bring There are enough medicines, weapons and ammunition, and a reporter from Izvestia!"
"Reporter? A reporter from Izvestia?"
With this sound After asking with surprise, an old man who was not tall but looked particularly stocky also walked to the side of the plane.
Behind him, there were some young men and women. After each of them said hello to Alisa, they immediately quickly moved the long piece of wood fixed between the two landing gears. boxThe crotch, as well as the rifles and submachine guns tied to various parts of the fuselage were all untied one by one, and moved to a horse-drawn sledge as quickly as possible.
"I'm here to interview you," Alyssa explained with a smile, and then patted Wei Ran's arm, "Comrade reporter, get down quickly, this position will be given to someone else now."
Hearing this, Wei Ran quickly jumped out of the cabin, and then saw a wounded man whose head was wrapped in gauze, with only his mouth and nostrils exposed, being helped onto the plane by two men.
"Hat, gloves, and goggles." Alyssa reminded.
"Oh!" After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran quickly took off his gloves, hat and goggles and handed them to a young man standing next to the wounded.
After the wounded man put on cold-proof clothes with the help of his companions, Uncle Slava and others helped push the plane to turn and asked, "Alissa, is there any good news recently? ?”
“There is no good news, but there is one bad news.”
Pilot Alissa replied worriedly, “The Germans captured a few guerrillas some time ago. Yesterday. I heard that several of them were burned to death on the shore of Liuban Lake, and people from several surrounding villages were driven to the lake, forcing everyone to look at those guerrillas. He was completely burned before letting everyone go back."
"It's really bad news." Uncle Slava sighed, "Good boy, be careful on the way back."
" Don't worry, they can't catch me!" Alissa said confidently, "Okay, I'm going to take off." After hearing this, everyone hurriedly led by Uncle Slava. I pushed back and watched the plane take off lightly in the forest glade, lift into the air, and finally disappear completely into the starry night.
"Okay, let's get out of here quickly." Uncle Slava said and waved to Wei Ran, "Comrade reporter, come and sit on the sledge! By the way, tell me what you want to interview "
"How do I know..."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, carrying his bulging satchel, and sat down according to Slava's arrangement. The sledge loaded with supplies also asked in a curious tone, "Uncle Slava, how about you tell me about your recent achievements?"
"Recent achievements?"
< p>Slava put his hand into his neck and scratched it, and said nonchalantly, "There hasn't been much success recently. We just stole a few rails."Sure enough, It's like what the guerrillas should do...
Wei Ran whispered in his heart again, and continued to say reluctantly, "Why don't you introduce the situation here, and let me also tell you I have a general understanding."
"It shouldn't be much different from all guerrillas."
Obviously, Slava is not a good interview subject, after saying this. After one sentence, there was no more content.
"Comrade reporter, how about you let me tell you?" A young man whose voice seemed to be still changing came up and asked.
Although the other party could not be seen at all in the dark forest, Wei Ran still smiled and asked, "Of course, what is your name?"
"Yi Wan." The young man whose voice was changing immediately responded, "I am already an investigator."
"Another Ivan..."
Washing away the thoughts in his mind that were also called. Ivan's friend, Wei Ran said encouragingly, "Then Comrade Investigator Ivan, it's up to you to introduce your situation."
"Good comrade reporter"
Ivan responded in a very formal voice with a broken voice, and whispered amidst the suppressed laughter around him, "We have a total of 12 investigators like me, 20 soldiers, and 35 children. and 14 elderly people. We also opened a school and raised 9 sheep, two of which will give birth to lambs soon, and...still..."
Halfway through , but Ivan didn't know what to say. He raised his head and looked into the darkness directly ahead and asked, "Shula, please continue talking. I don't know what to say."
I couldn't help it. Amid laughter, a young man was heard saying, "Our main combat mission is to destroy the Germans' railway transportation lines and communication lines. From our establishment in the summer to now, we have killed more than fifty Germans and captured The two motorcycles, the women, children, old people and even the sheep that Ivan mentioned just now were all rescued from the Germans."
"We even damaged one of the Germans once. Locomotive!"
Ivan reminded, "Unfortunately, if our explosives were not powerful enough, we might have completely turned it into a pile of parts instead of just letting it rest there for a day. "
"With these weapons delivered by Alisa, we can always keep that train in the future," Uncle Slava, who had been silent just now, said confidently, "As long as the railway is still there. We can always find opportunities there! ”
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