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Chapter 412 Teacher Gianna’s roster

In the pouring rain, Slava drove a half-track motorcycle, silently hurried back to the backup camp with Wei Ran and Alisa sitting behind him, as well as the sledges with guerrillas sitting on them.

Before the car stopped, Dr. Sasha trotted over, grabbed Wei Ran by the collar, and asked anxiously, "Where are Ivan and Sergey? Where did they go?" Where did they go?"

"Sasha, let go of Victor, Sasha"

Dad Slava stopped the anxious Dr. Sasha, "Ivan and Sergey is fine, they went to Aufdei's camp, and the two of them were not injured." Hearing this, Dr. Sasha breathed a sigh of relief and shook off Wei Ran's collar. Then he nervously ran towards the sledge convoy behind him.

Not long after, she ran back and asked nervously, "Where's Slavagiana? She also went to Ofdey's camp, right? She must have gone to take care of the wounded, right?" "

Looking up at the children gathered around, Slava forced a smile and said, "Yes, Gianna and Shula are gone. Those injured need someone to take care of them, Sasha." A quiet tent, Victor, come here, I need you to do something. Alyssa, take care of the children and arrange a place for everyone with them."

Sa. Dr. Sha's body shook involuntarily, and he suppressed his panic and said, "Come with me."

Slava and Wei Ran looked at each other. The former helped the latter, who had inconvenience, and followed Sa. Dr. Sha got into a gray tent at the edge of the camp. .

Before the two of them sat down, Sasha asked anxiously, "Gianna?"

Slava hesitated for a long time, but finally nodded and sighed. He replied, "She died."

Hearing this, Sasha staggered and sat on the box at the door, with a look of regret in his tearful eyes, "It's my turn to go." Yes, I was supposed to go, and she even asked me to tell Shula"

"Shula also died"

Slava took off the leather tank cap on his head, irritated Rubbing his messy hair, "Boris and his son died too, and many people died."

"Ivan and Sergey"

"They also died "Alive"

Wei Ran quickly added, "They weren't hurt at all. They really went to Ofdey's camp."

Sasha showed a hint of anger. With a bleak smile that looked ugly even after crying, "Slava, what's the matter with this loss?"

Slava shook his head, "There were four German colonels and two colonels sitting in the train that Ofdey stopped. A lieutenant colonel, I guess it was to save those people. When we went to the village opposite the railway, there were less than 20 people in charge of the defense there."

The raindrops made a loud splash. In the tent, Slava continued in a calm tone, "Probably to save those people, the Germans not only sent more people to support than we expected. They also dispatched several tanks."

""Where is the hospital?" Sasha changed the subject with a trace of evasion.

"It's the chain dogs stationed in Liuban. They asked Arseny for the location of the hospital."

Slava suppressed his anger and explained, "They entered the forest this morning. They probably planned to take down the hospital while we were attacking the freight station and trains." Those bastards calculated that we would have wounded in the previous battle, and they wanted to wait for us to deliver them to our door. "

"The hospital has suffered a lot of casualties," Sasha asked almost desperately, and then saw Slava nodded.

"Fortunately, Alissa's brother flew the plane. Blow up the lumberjack bridge, otherwise the fighting there might have been more brutal than the railroad line. "

Slava raised his head and glanced at Sasha, "When we rushed over, there were not many people alive. "

Dr. Sasha sighed with difficulty, forced himself to calm down and asked, "What should we do next?"

"When the rain stops, we will go to Ofdey. camp and rebuild a hospital there. "

Slava put on his tank cap again and said, "Although our losses are great, our gains are also great. Not only did we blow up the freight station and the train, as well as an armored train and several tanks, but we also obtained enough supplies for our three guerrilla groups to survive the winter, as well as enough medicine to rebuild a hospital. "

"Where is the doctor?" Sasha asked desperately, "It depends on me alone"

"The doctor is indeed a problem"

Slava turned his head Looking at the rain outside the window, "But we still have those children, and the men and women who were rescued, Sasha, teach them, as long as you give them some time, they can help." "

At this point, Slava turned back and said seriously, "The matters concerning Sasha, Gianna and Shula should be kept secret from those children for the time being. "

Sasha was startled, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and nodded solemnly, "What do we say?"

Slava was obviously relieved, and then looked at Wei Ran, "Comrade reporter, how about we tell the children that Jaina and Shula, as combat heroes, want to go back to Moscow with you for an interview?"

Wei Ran, who had been listening, opened his mouth, but finally nodded, “Let’s put it that way, and they’ve already taken a flight and left first. ”

“So be it,” Slava sighed, and there was only the white noise of raindrops hitting the canvas in the not-so-big tent.

"This is what Gianna left behind"

Sasha took out a plastic book with a sickle and a red cross from his bag and handed it to Wei Ran. Taking the notebook with obvious signs of use, Wei Ran opened it gently. When he could see the contents clearly with the help of the kerosene lamp hanging above his head, he felt that his heart was being clenched by an invisible hand.

This book records the time when each child came to the guerrilla camp and where they came from.Which village remembers their birthdays, their academic strengths, and their character strengths, as well as their dreams and imaginations for the future.

It can be seen from the different colors but extremely neat pen handwriting that these contents were definitely not written in one day, but came from daily records bit by bit.

“Ivan’s dream is to be a hero of the Soviet Union, a hero of the Soviet Union who is qualified to have Comrade Stalin award him a medal.

I am hesitant to tell Ivan that becoming a hero What kind of price did a Soviet hero have to pay and what kind of suffering he had to endure?

This child always dreams of taking up arms and fighting the invaders. I don’t even know if this is his advantage or the consequences of the war. His injury.

A child who is keen on fighting and killing may be the greatest misfortune born of this endless war.”

“Sergey’s dream is. As a mathematician, as his teacher, I can testify that this child is very talented in mathematics and he is very sensitive to numbers.

I think that after the war is over, when they start to build the Soviet together. In society, if Sergei could become a mathematician, he would be of greater value than a Soviet hero.

War needs heroes, but peace needs builders with knowledge and dreams. But I am more valuable. I look forward to how colorful their future will be if a Soviet hero has a mathematician friend, or if a mathematician has a Soviet hero friend.”

“Vasily’s dream is to raise a thousand sheep and a thousand sheep. A cow, he wants everyone to be fed, and everyone can drink milk as water.

As his teacher, Vasily’s dream is what I am most proud of, and it is what I think. The most simple but sincere one.

One of his arms was broken by the Germans with a gun. When Dr. Sasha and I rescued him from the dead, he did not feel any sadness. , he is always so optimistic, always thinking about giving for others.

Vasily’s noble qualities are as dazzling as the morning star before dawn. I hope that I will have the opportunity to eat what he raised. The sheep have the opportunity to drink the milk produced by the cows he raises."

While Wei Ran was flipping through the pages, he also read out the contents recorded in this old notebook.

But these beautiful wishes were like a sharp knife sprinkled with salt, cutting wounds from the softest parts of their hearts.

Until the last page of this book, the content finally changed.

"Gianna, an ordinary Bolshevik member, her dream is to drive away the invaders, realize the dreams of the children in front of her, and build a dream world with them."

Closing the book gently, the tent became increasingly silent. After a long time, Slava stood up, bent down and got out of the tent, stood in the rain curtain with his back to the two of them and said, "Take advantage of the rain to have a good rest. When the rain stops, we will go to Aufdei and the others." camp, let’s go together to realize Ji’anNa's dream. "

"You can rest here." Before Sasha finished speaking, he had already stood up and was about to go out.

"Doctor Sasha, this book. "Wei Ran handed over the notebook in his hand.

"You can keep it."

Sasha also turned her back to him and said, "Maybe one day, we will meet again. Being attacked by the Germans, please find a safe place to keep those precious dreams after you leave here.

When the war is over, if you are still alive, if we or those children are still alive, if you have time, you can come back here and see who among those children has realized their dreams. . "

Watching Dr. Sasha disappear into the rain, Wei Ran silently put the notebook into his bag, then lay on the ammunition box that served as a bed, looking at the dim kerosene lamp above his head. Deng was in a daze. He was secretly looking forward to it, and he also secretly hoped that those children would realize their dreams.

In the midst of my thoughts, the autumn rain outside the tent was getting heavier and heavier, and I could still hear some traces of reason. The camp where he cried bitterly after losing his family finally became quiet.

In the chilly rain, Wei Ran, who was tossing and turning, did not know when he entered the future dream created by the children's imagination.

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In another tent not far from him, Slava was sitting on a wooden box, staring blankly at the heavy rain outside the window, without moving for a long time.

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