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Chapter 410 The culprit

"You two, stop pretending." Wei Ran opened his cloak angrily.

Seeing that their little trick was exposed, Ivan and Sergey quickly got up and took credit with excitement, "Victor, did you see it? You must have seen it, right? We used The grenades killed several Germans."

"I also killed two with my gun," Sergey shouted excitedly. "I saw them fall with my own eyes."

< p>"Victor, you're not hurt?"

Ivan saw that Wei Ran's expression was a bit off, so he kicked his good friend Sergei's shoes without leaving a trace, "I saw those Germans coming over. I'm worried that you will be beaten to death by them, just"

"Forget it, you two are not injured, right?" Wei Ran finally resisted the urge to beat these two naughty kids and asked, " How did you two wake up?"

"It's okay, we're fine" Ivan immediately replied, "We were woken up, speaking of this, how did you"

Not waiting Ivan asked about his doubts, but Uncle Slava walked over from a distance, but the old guy's neck was wrapped in a piece of gauze stained red with blood.

"Uncle Slava, are you okay?" Ivan and Sergey asked immediately with concern.

Slava glanced at the half-track motorcycle behind the two naughty kids, and then at Wei Ran. After hesitating for a moment, he said with a smile, "It's okay, I'm okay. Ivan, Sergey, You two stay here to help collect the loot. Victor, come with me." Hearing this, Wei Ran's heart sank and he limped to follow Slava. Go across the swamp.

"Is that half-track still usable?" Slava asked.

"Yes, it can still be used. I rode it here."

Wei Ran glanced at Ivan and Sergey, who were running towards the German corpses, and apologized. said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought them here."

"It doesn't matter, they will have to face this day sooner or later. At least you didn't let them get hurt, right?"

Slava sighed, waved to the bearded middle-aged man not far away, and then said, "Now is not the time to talk about this, Victor, use this motorcycle to take us to the other side."

"Okay, okay."

Weiran quickly lifted his legs and stepped into the driver's seat. After starting the half-track motorcycle, Uncle Slava and the bearded middle-aged man were also there. Sit on the back seat.

Amidst the roar of the engine and cooling fan, Weiran drove the half-track motorcycle over an unknown thickness of rotten leaves on the surface, and rushed along the edge of the swamp to the other side. But from beginning to end, Uncle Slava and the bearded middle-aged man sitting in the back remained silent.

As the distance got closer, Wei Ran also frowned. On the battlefield on the swamp side, in the center of the German position, there was a space nearly three meters wide and almost one meter deep, and it was still covered with green grass. There is no doubt that this explosive spot was dropped by the plane not long ago.A bomb masterpiece.

Surrounding this explosion point was an overturned light wheeled armored reconnaissance vehicle, as well as a circle of corpses of various shapes and broken weapons.

Although most of these corpses maintained barely complete outlines, looking at their collapsed chests, it was clear that the shock wave from the bomb falling from the sky had already shattered their internal organs and even their ribs.

But apart from these, the most eye-catching thing is the few wooden houses that are still burning and the bombed buildings around them, as well as the guerrillas who are busy carrying water from wells and even swamps to put out the fire. There were more than a dozen captured German soldiers.

It was only then that Wei Ran saw clearly that most of the German soldiers who had just exchanged fire with them had a very iconic crescent-shaped metal piece hanging on their chests.

“It’s the chain dog again,” Wei Ran cursed through gritted teeth.

"I've encountered it before"

Asked the bearded middle-aged man sitting back-to-back with Wei Ran on the half-track motorcycle whose engine had been turned off.

Wei Ran nodded, but didn’t know how to explain it for a moment. Of course he had encountered it before, and even witnessed the whole process of the Germans killing chain dogs in the simple clinic in Berlin. .

Perhaps because they were sitting back to back and did not notice Wei Ran's response, the bearded man said to himself, "They are not qualified to be prisoners."

"Jaina is dead. "Uncle Slava said abruptly.

"What did you say?" Wei Ran turned around fiercely and looked at Uncle Slava in disbelief, who still had his back turned to him.

"Right over there"

Slava raised his finger and pointed at the anti-aircraft gun. After a moment of pause, he suddenly said, "Shura is dead too, this morning. He blew up a German tank. He asked me to tell Gianna that what he told her before was just a joke. He asked Gianna not to take it seriously. I didn't expect it."

"Gianna. Before leaving, please tell Sasha to tell Shula that she refuses."

After saying this, Wei Ran felt that all his strength was drained away in an instant.

“Someone will die.”

The bearded middle-aged man sitting next to Slava said leisurely, “As long as there is a war and as long as gunshots sound, someone will always die.” Death, it could be Jaina, it could be Shura, it could be me, or it could be anyone. Someone is going to die, but what can we do?

If we don't resist, more will only die. People, maybe my wife and children, your wife and children, his wife and children. Rather than let us die, let us end the war. At least this way, our wives and children can continue to live." /p>

"Yes, people will die."

Slava sighed, rubbed his face vigorously and said, "Victor, let me introduce to you, this is Ofdey, the captain of the guerrilla group responsible for ambushing the German train yesterday, was a former political commissar."

Wei Ran awkwardly turned around and shook hands with the other party, but Wei Ran could only squeeze out a dry smile on his face, but for a moment he didn't know what to say.

At this moment, two guerrillas escorted a tall, thin middle-aged man over. Then, one of them directly picked up the butt of his gun and hit the middle-aged man hard on the head. On the socket of his knees, he knelt on the edge of the crater that was still smoking.

"Arseny"

Slava gritted his teeth and said the name of this middle-aged man who was crying bitterly, and staggered down from the back seat of the half-track motorcycle. He roughly grabbed the other person's blond hair, pinched his chin, and pointed his eyes in the direction of the wooden house in the distance that had just been doused with fire.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." A middle-aged man named Arseni struggled in panic and begged for mercy, but he couldn't break free from Slava's hands.

"This summer, your wife had a difficult delivery. It was Dr. Akimovich who saved your wife and your second son. A month and a half ago, your daughter was raped by a German. She stabbed her thigh with a bayonet. It was Dr. Sasha who risked being caught by the Germans and went to your house to perform surgery on her to save the leg. Later, your daughter's wound became infected. It was Alissa who flew the plane and sent her there. Arriving at the safer rear."

Taking a breath, Slava tightened his grip on Arseni's hair and almost roared, "Look what you did, look what you have done to help these people. What did your people do? Look at the wounded who died in battle. Look at the wounded who were burned to death. They are all your comrades. Some of them even saved your life.

Look at this hospital we are here for. How much did it cost to build this hospital? How many people died for this hospital? You traitor, you ruined all our efforts"

"Sorry, sorry"

Arseni cried like crazy, but the disdain in the eyes of the guerrillas who came around became more and more intense.

Wei Ran, who was still sitting on the half-track motorcycle, struggled to get out of the driver's seat. He stepped on the ground covered with bullet casings, corpses and puddles, and walked towards the place where he was carried not far away. Next to the corpses that came out, these corpses were male and female, and their ages were also very different. Some of them had been shot, some had burnt marks on their bodies, and some were even mutilated, and only part of them could be found.

Even among these corpses, he saw the girl Kolya who he personally rescued from the edge of the forest not long ago following Slava and Shula.

One of her legs was gone, and there was still a wound more than ten centimeters long on her bulging abdomen, but she was holding a burnt black TT33 in her hand from beginning to end. pistol.

"Boom"

There was a muffled sound, and a bright silver lightning flashed across the night sky. The rain also gradually increased. The sound of rain gradually covered up the suppressed cursing and crying around as well as the wailing of the surviving wounded, and at the same time extinguished the last bit of fire in the forest.

"Bang"

With a gunshot, Uncle Slava shot the traitor Arseni to death with his own hands, and the dirty, smelly corpse was also thrown to the ground. into the same dirty muddy water.

"Clean the battlefield"

The bearded middle-aged man Ofjay shouted at the top of his lungs, "Take away everything you can take away, and throw away everything you can't take away." "Into the swamp"

"Captain, what should we do with these prisoners?" One of the guerrillas asked while kicking over a chained dog that was struggling.

"We don't need prisoners," the bearded Ofdey reminded as he looked at Slava.

"We really don't need prisoners this time." Slava looked around, walked to the well, took out a flashlight, and shined the light beam into the bottom of the well that was drained because of the fire.

“Throw them all in,” Slava said while sitting by the well. “Throw them in alive, and throw that bastard Arseny in first.”

Hearing this , the guerrillas, who had long been unable to restrain themselves, swarmed forward, tied the hands of the chain dogs who had stripped off all their equipment and body parts with wires, and threw them into the well one by one. And the bearded middle-aged man Ofdey commanded his guerrillas to bring buckets of mud from the swamp not far away and poured it into the well, covering the people who were struggling and begging for mercy at the bottom of the well. Or a cursing chain dog.

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