When the white light in his field of vision faded and Wei Ran saw the metal book spread on the dead tree, he breathed a sigh of relief and sat down on the wet ground. But then, he felt a sharp pain like tearing in his thigh.
Isn’t it cured?
Wei Ran gritted his teeth and muttered, untied his pants shakily, and took them off together with the thermal pants inside. Then he saw the original injury. His body was already very red and swollen, and he tried to curl up his legs, but just such a simple movement of bending his knees caused cold sweat to break out on his forehead.
"It hurts twice after being injured once"
Wei Ran cursed the metal notebook placed on the dry log next to him with dissatisfaction, and shivered and put on his pants again. . At the same time, the pattern drawn on page 18 of the metal book had turned into a slightly blurry black and white photo.
Although he couldn't see the face of the man in the photo clearly, he could still tell that the man laying landmines in the photo was none other than the bearded guerrilla captain Ou, who he had not had much communication with. Husband Jay. Under this photo, the metal quill pen also wrote a string of words. .
"The Dream of a Prairie Fire"
Guerrilla Shula died in an ambush on the German railway line on October 9, 1942. In April 1943, he was posthumously awarded the second-class title of Patriot. War Partisan Medal.
Guerrilla member Gianna died on October 9, 1942 in the battle to rescue the guerrilla hospital. In April 1943, he was posthumously awarded the Medal of Bravery and the Order of Partisans of the Patriotic War Second Class.
Partisan Slava, during the Belarusian Campaign in 1944, joined the 34th Guards Tank Brigade as a T34 driver and helped destroy three German tanks. On July 13 of the same year, the tank he was driving was attacked by an anti-tank Sacrificed by artillery strike.
During his service, he was awarded the Patriotic War Partisan Order 2nd Class and the Bogdan Khmelnytsky Order 3rd Class. On November 9, 1944, he was posthumously awarded the Patriotic War Medal 2nd Class.
Guerrilla Sasha, during the Belorussian Campaign in 1944, joined the 344th Infantry Division of the 33rd Army of the Second Belarusian Front and was awarded the Medal of Bravery during his service. During the Battle of Berlin in 1945, he was unfortunately hit by a stray bullet while rescuing the wounded and died outside Berlin.
Guerrillas Ofdey and Antip, during the Belarusian Campaign, led the guerrillas to assist the main force in forcibly crossing the Dnieper River and sacrificed their lives. In December of the same year, he was posthumously awarded the Second Class Patriotic War Medal and the Second Class Patriotic War Guerrilla Medal to the guerrillas he led.
Guerrilla Alissa was drafted into the 587th Dive Bomber Regiment in early 1943. During her service, she performed many bombing missions. Her crew was awarded the Medal of Courage and the Medal of Victory over Germany. After retiring due to injury in 1947, he returned to Liuban and worked as a pesticide sprayer driver. He remained unmarried and passed away on September 1, 1982.
Partisan Ivan was drafted into the army in Belarus in 1943The Second Front Army has the 344th Infantry Division under the 33rd Group Army. During his service, he held the highest position of platoon leader. He was awarded the Personal Bravery Medal, the Combat Merit Medal, the Alexander Nevsky Order, and the Patriotic War Medal II.
After retiring in 1953, he returned to Liuban. In August of the same year, he joined the local police. In 1967, he died in the line of duty while chasing criminals. He had a son who died in Afghanistan in June 1982.
Guerrilla Sergei went to Tula, Moscow and other places to study in 1943. Since 1957, he has been a teacher in the Department of Mathematics at the Belarusian State University. He retired in 1987 and now lives in Minsk.
Writing here, the metal quill pen listed the medal numbers that these people had received, and then another line listed a detailed address in Minsk, as well as two sets of precise coordinates.
After a moment, the metal quill slowly wrote a question under Wei Ran's gaze, "In that colorful future world, will anyone remember them? Will anyone know what they did?"
But this time, Wei Ran could not answer the same question in such a firm tone as he did not long ago.
In his silence, the light yellow page turned to the back. The metal quill continued to write under the slowly rotating red whirlpool as if no one was watching, "From today on, I am also a qualified guerrilla."
In a daze, Wei Ran seemed to be watching again I saw the cheerful young man wearing a boat cap and his cheerful face when he joined the army. I saw his back fighting bravely on the battlefield. I also saw him continue to protect the people around him as a policeman after the war. Look hard.
"It seems that you have realized your wish. You are already a Soviet hero, a Soviet hero who will always live in the future world created by yourself."
Nearly While murmuring, Wei Ran reached into the red vortex and slowly pulled out a drum-loaded sand submachine gun.
Looking at the weapon in his hand, Wei Ran sighed sadly, sent it back to the vortex, and then put away the metal book.
I looked up at the sky blocked by the tree crowns. The early morning sun had already dyed the sky a golden color. The water droplets on the treetops from the melted snow also have a dazzling light. But there will no longer be planes dropping bombs at any time in the silent sky, let alone the Bo-2 plane flying quietly in the night. There will no longer be those sick Germans popping up in the surrounding forests.
Perhaps the only thing that remains unchanged is the tall trees that once protected the guerrillas. However, no one knows whether they have memory, and no one knows if these trees and vegetation have memory, whether they still remember those brave figures who once fought in the forest.
"How can trees have memories?"
Wei Ran muttered again as if he was nervous, waved his hand and took out the half-track motorcycle from the metal book, and took off the bicycle fixed on it.He spread the polar bear skin blanket on the damp grass and sat down. Then he took out the Guqin Yaoguang and slowly played a Guangling San that was not suitable for the occasion in the same forgotten primitive forest.
After a long time, when the last sound of the piano faded away, Wei Ran, who felt much calmer, looked around and said with a smile as if chatting with friends, "I have learned a new song called Drunken Madness. Let me play it for you too."
After a while, a tune with a little wantonness and joy jumped out of the resonance cavity of Guqin Yaoguang, and drifted into the distance along with the water vapor evaporated by the rising sun in the forest. , drifting into the non-existent ears of those flowers, plants and trees without memory.
After playing the only two pieces of music he knew, Wei Ran felt much more relaxed and took a long breath. He carefully put away the case containing the guqin, and then endured the pain in his legs and put it away. The bear skin was rolled up and fixed on the half-track motorcycle, and it was put back into the metal book.
Finally, carrying the rusty scraps of scrap metal, Wei Ran left the forest, limping one step at a time, and re-entered the place where Diane, the head of the Edelweiss organization, walked. In the borrowed car there.
Rubbing his face vigorously, he took out the metal book again and copied all the two sets of coordinates recorded in it into his mobile phone. Then he took out the laptop that Kajianka gave him and copied it into his phone. Once entered.
Contrary to his expectations, one of the two sets of addresses was located almost 20 kilometers away from the northeast corner of Liuban Reservoir, a small village wrapped in vast farmland. But the name of this small village shown on the satellite map turned out to be "guerrilla village"
The location shown in the second set of coordinates was not far from the ruins of the hospital where Diane and others discovered it. Fortunately for him, this location was still surrounded by virgin forest, and even the nearest forest edge was about two kilometers away.
From the relative positions of these two points, he could roughly determine that the small village named "guerrilla village" was the new camp where Slava moved his people.
If you put it that way, there may be people in that village who know what happened at that time, or to put it another way, there are still people there who remember what they did
After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran Finally, he started the car, endured the pain in his thigh, and slowly returned to Liu Ban's hotel.
Just like every concern, there is obviously no way to explain the investigation results given so early, so this matter is destined to be delayed.
Limply moving back to the room, Wei Ran covered himself with a quilt and took out the photo in the metal book from the paper bag next to it, stuck it on the window and looked at it one by one.
Following his memory, he found the group photo of Ivan and Sergey from these photo negatives, and then found the last group photo taken. After Wei Ran thought for a moment, he took out his mobile phone and dialed the number. Gave it to Diane.
As soon as the call was connected, Wei Ran took the initiative and asked, "Ms. Diane, have you found anything at the excavation site?"
"Your call came at the right time"
Diane said excitedly, "Last night, Prohor found a light armored reconnaissance vehicle used by Germany in World War II in the swamp. "Car."
"Are there any other discoveries?" Wei Ran continued to ask.
"Bone"
Diane continued to answer. "There are almost the same bones as those found in the well, but the number is very large, and it can even be said to be scary. But these bones are basically broken, just like the armored reconnaissance vehicle. Prohor said that they looked like they were broken. It's like it was bombed."
Wasn't it just bombed? Wei Ran muttered to himself, the power of that homemade bomb was still fresh in his mind.
Seeing that Wei Ran was silent, Diane took the initiative and asked, "Mr. Victor, are you interested in coming over and taking a look?"
"No need"
Wei Ran thought for a moment and then replied, "If it's convenient, just take a few more photos for me. Ms. Diane, I'm calling you because I'm going back."
"Go back"
Diane obviously misunderstood Wei Ran's idea and said hurriedly, "Mr. Victor, we will give you a satisfactory reward as soon as possible."
"No, no, no"< /p>
Wei Ran smiled and replied, "It has nothing to do with the commission. I just want to go to the archives in Minsk to see if I can find anything. As for the commission, it's better to wait until I get the results of the investigation." How about talking about it?"
"Really?" Diane asked in disbelief.
“Of course it’s true”
“I’ll go back to Liuban now,” Diane said excitedly, “Mr. Victor, I’ll go back now and send him off immediately. You go to Minsk."
"I'll wait for you at the hotel." After saying that, Weiran hung up the phone.
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