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Chapter 411 Will anyone remember them?

In the pouring rain, the messy battlefield was cleaned up by numerous guerrillas. The surviving wounded and the bodies of those guerrillas who did not survive were put on sledges. At the edge of the well, Uncle Slava was carving something on the edge of the well with a Mosin Nagant four-edged bayonet.

Beside him, Wei Ran, who was using his cloak to protect himself from the rain, finally saw the familiar sentence again, "This village may become vibrant again in the future, but what you have done Because just like this well that was polluted by you, it can never be cleaned."

"Uncle Slava, this used to be a village." Wei Ran waited until the other party covered the mouth of the well with a stone slab. Then he asked.

Slava stood up unsteadily and explained lonely, "Before the war started, there were many lumberjacks living here, and it was also called the lumberjack village. Later, the Germans came in, All the lumberjacks here went to the front line and never came back.”

Slava raised his hand and pointed at the female pilot Alissa who was standing in a daze under a pine tree in the distance. "Her father used to be a lumberjack here. When we decided to build a hospital, she brought us here. She said that when her father came back from the front line, she would know immediately. It's just alas."

Wei Ran was startled and was about to say something when the bearded Aufjie came over, sat down on the edge of the well covered with stone slabs, and took out the He unscrewed the wine bottle and took a sip, then handed it to Slava, "Old friend, take your people to our camp."

"Go to your place" Slava He asked back, then took the wine bottle, took a sip, and handed it to Wei Ran.

"The hospital is gone"

Ovje reminded, "But we got a lot of good things from that train, didn't we? And I heard that Antip The old bastard also successfully bombed the freight station and brought back a lot of supplies and manpower.

You were stationed near here to protect the hospital. Although the hospital is gone now, we got it with our help. With those supplies, we still have a chance to rebuild a hospital, don’t we?”

Ofdey paused here, and seeing that Slava did not refute, he continued, “In this operation Before we started, Antip and I had agreed that if we could successfully blow up the freight station and the train and grab supplies, we would move near you and guard the hospital together.

But now that we are here. The Germans have invaded, and I think your camp may not be safe anymore, so why not move to a safer location? Also, the people in the village across from the railway have been rescued by you, so there are no more. It’s necessary to continue to stay.”

“Antip will move over too,” Slava asked, looking at the other party.

Ovjei took the wine bottle from Wei Ran, nodded sincerely and said, "We were too scattered before. If we can merge together, at least this will not happen again."Such things. "

"I need to think about this matter carefully." Slava shook his head tiredly, "Give me some time. "

"No problem." Ofjei looked around, "Okay, it's time for us to leave. "After that, the bearded man simply stood up and looked around, directing everyone to start retreating.

"Let's go too." Slava also stood up and walked towards the half-track motorcycle not far away. .

Wei Ran finally looked back at the carefully cleaned battlefield and the scrapped vehicles that had been pushed into the swamp, and limped after Uncle Slava.

This time, Slava changed from a passenger to the driver of the motorcycle, and Weiran also sat on the back seat as a passenger, holding the submachine gun in his arms.

Under their gaze, the fully loaded sledges lined up to leave the scorched earth battlefield, while Ofjei stayed at the end and buried the stone with his own hands under the light of a guerrilla's flashlight. A very familiar land mine for Weifan.

Watching Ofdey get on a sledge, Slava waved to the pilot Alissa who was still standing under the tree, "Good boy, hurry up. Get in the car, let's go back. ”

Alyssa, who was holding a crutch in one hand, took a deep breath, limped to the side of the motorcycle, threw the crutch in her hand to Wei Ran, and sat on one foot. By his side.

Amidst the roar of the engine, Slava drove the motorcycle behind the sledge, leaving the sad battlefield behind, and on the sledge in front of them. , Ivan and Sergey, the two little guys, were dancing and bragging about their achievements to the wounded in the same car.

Wei Ran could still vaguely hear the words coming out of Ivan's mouth. Second-grade descriptions such as "I almost threw a grenade into the German's mouth to kill him"

Perhaps these young children have no worries, let alone that their teacher Gianna has died. It is said that war is more like an exciting game to them, but for those guerrillas with tired faces, and for those wounded who look like they are surviving the disaster, this seems to be an endless battle, like the night sky Like a flash of lightning, it brought them a moment of light, and then threw them into the cold darkness in the blink of an eye.

The squeaking rotation of the motorcycle tracks was mixed with the sound of dead grass. The mud was thrown everywhere, leaving two ruts behind it. However, these ruts were soon covered by the pine needles and leaves sprinkled by the last sledge, and then covered by the tree crowns. The falling water drops eliminated the last trace of incongruity, as if they should have been there.

But the smell of blood and gunpowder smoke lingered in the rainy night, and even intensified.

"Comrade reporter, how did your leg get injured?" Alyssa who was sitting next to her suddenly asked. While speaking, she took out a slightly melted sugar cube from the capital and handed it to her.

"He was blown up by a grenade while fighting the Germans with Slava."

Wei Ran took the sugar cube from the opponent's hand and threw it into his mouth, then pointed at the opponent's left foot that was wrapped several layers of gauze and asked, "What about you? How did you get injured while flying the plane?" I stepped on a nail."

Wei Ran's teasing immediately made the girl, who didn't look too old, laugh out loud. It seemed that even her mood improved a little, "I flew the plane to the cargo terminal. When the bomb was dropped, a bullet passed through the skin and floor of the aircraft, and then passed through the sole of my foot." As Alissa said this, she also showed her cuffs to Wei Ran. After a while, "Did you see this small hole? The bullet flew up close to my sleeve and almost hit my chin."

Before Wei Ran could speak, Alyssa spoke again. He took out a deformed bullet head from his pocket and said, "It was later mounted on the wing of the aircraft. I took it off with my own hands after landing."

"You are so lucky" Wei Ran sighed in disbelief.

"I also think I'm lucky."

Alyssa put the bullet back into her pocket and said happily, "When I have time in the future, I want to The way is to make a hole in it and thread it with a rope to wear as a necklace."

"Alissa, who was the person who flew the plane and dropped the bomb just now?" Wei Ran pointed to the top of his head, "That bomb. It's very powerful."

"That's my brother and my sister-in-law"

Alyssa said with a little admiration in her tone, "That bomb must be. My sister-in-law made it. Before the war, she prepared the pesticides and fertilizers that my brother and I used to spray on everyone."

"It's really amazing."

Wei Ran said with emotion. After all, the bomb dropped from the sky not long ago played a decisive role. Otherwise, this battle would not have been so easy to win.

"How was your interview at Uncle Slava's camp?" Alyssa asked with interest.

"It's probably almost over," Wei Ran replied vaguely. It stands to reason that he should have completed all his return missions this time, but when he can go back is not something he can decide at all. .

Alyssa turned her head and glanced at Ivan and Sergey who were talking and laughing on the sledge in front of them. After hesitating for a moment, Alyssa asked in a low voice, "Don't they know yet?"

Wei Ran shook his head, "It seems like he doesn't know, but I guess I can't hide it for long."

Alyssa sighed after hearing this, "Sister Gianna is a good person. Brother Shula is also a good person, and we have all received help from them."

Wei Ran shook his head, took out the wine bottle from the metal book under the cover of his satchel, took a sip, and then handed it over. Alissa next to you.

The latter took the wine bottle and raised his head to take a sip from the boss. Then he choked and coughed repeatedly, and his little face with some scratches turned red from suppressing it.

"Drinking for the first time" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

Alyssa smiled sheepishly, and after taking a breath, sheHe took a small sip and then returned the wine bottle to Wei Ran, "It doesn't taste good at all."

"It really doesn't taste good"

Wei Ran put away the wine Hu, looking at the dense vegetation receding on both sides, didn't know what to say for a moment. Whether it was him, Alissa, or even the wounded and guerrilla fighters in other cars, everyone was tacitly looking for topics to distract their attention, trying not to let the sadness on their faces show, and trying not to think about those things. Dead companions, but obviously, this is not an easy thing.

During the unbearable wait, the sledges on which Ivan and Sergey were riding and the wounded followed Ofdey in the other direction, while the sledges carrying the bodies and some sanitary ignition The guerrillas, whom they had seen and not seen before, returned to the camp where Wei Ran first lived.

In the increasingly heavy rain, the sledge loaded with corpses followed the half-track motorcycle driven by Slava and stopped under the tree where the open-air classroom was located. On the wooden board nailed to the tree, the staff and notes drawn by Teacher Gianna were still clearly visible, but the teacher who used to take the children to sing in class every day had already laid down on the sledge and lost his breath.

"Let's get started" Slava waved his hand tiredly and slowly got off the motorcycle.

Hearing this, the surviving guerrillas carefully carried the bodies on the sledges into each shack and closed the door. Then they dug up the soil on both sides of the entrance to block the door, and then remained silent. Pull out your bayonet and carefully carve the name of the deceased and the specific time on the tree trunks near these shacks.

As for those who have no names, they are engraved with the woman and the time, as well as a powerful sentence, "These people who are destined to be forgotten once gave their lives for the Soviet Union."

At the door of Teacher Gianna's shack, Uncle Slava refused everyone's help, and like an old father, personally sent the broken bodies of Shula and Gianna inside. He helped them close the simple wooden door with his own hands, and dug up the soil to block the door with his own hands.

Finally, the silent and dull old man took out a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket, and a cotton tank hat from his bag, and placed them all at the door of the shack. On the branches of an oak tree.

Wait until the old man carved the names of Jaina and Shura and the time of sacrifice on the tree trunk with a bayonet. Many guerrillas have also gathered under the open-air classroom.

"Salute"

Uncle Slava shouted hoarsely and silently raised his arms, while the guerrillas behind him were holding back tears. , pointed the rifle or submachine gun in his hand at the night sky and pulled the trigger.

After three crisp gunshots, Slava, who seemed to be more than ten years older, turned his head and asked Wei Ran with a trace of prayer, "Comrade reporter Victor, will someone remember this?" Will anyone know what they did?"

"Yes, it will definitely happen," Wei Ran made an unequivocal guarantee,"No one will forget them, those living in the future will remember them. "

"That's good, that's good"

Slava turned around tiredly and staggered to the edge of the half-track motorcycle, "Let's go back, Wei Don't let those children know about Kedo, Alyssa, Jaina and Shula, they are already pitiful enough. "

"I understand" Weiran and Alissa gave their promises in no particular order.

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