When Wei Ran and Teacher Dalia returned to Valentina's home carrying a large amount of food they bought, dim yellow street lights were already on the street outside the window. And Valentina was obviously relieved. Obviously, this poor old lady was worried that Wei Ran and Dalia would not come back.
While the three people were busy, a sumptuous dinner was served on the table. Wei Ran also took the initiative to prepare a large plate of scrambled eggs with sweet and sour tomatoes, as well as a plate of fried shredded potatoes that were not very friendly to forks and spoons.
As Valentina finished her dinner slowly, Weiran, with the help of Dalia, successfully borrowed the tank gun firing pin that was packed in a canvas bag.
Accordingly, in order to dispel Valentina’s few doubts, Teacher Dalia also promised to come and sit there every day “after get off work”.
Farewell to Valentina who was standing at the top of the stairs to see her off, Wei Ran followed Dalia downstairs and got into the car. The latter stepped on the accelerator and asked, "Come back to the forest farm with me."
"I may have to go home first"
Wei Ran shook the canvas bag in his hand, "I want to seize the time to study it carefully before leaving for Egypt tomorrow. This thing is enough, and I also need to check some information, which can't be done at the forest farm." Hearing this, Dalia was silent for a moment and increased the speed slightly, "Then come back to the forest farm with me. Well, then you can drive back by yourself."
Wei Ran was stunned, turned his head and asked tentatively, "Why don't you go back and take a look at the house? I have renovated it."
"No need" Dalia responded in a muffled voice, even with a hint of irritation in her tone.
"Sorry"
"Nothing" Dalia fumbled and took out the cigarette case, popped a cigarette into her mouth and lit it, then lowered the window.
Suddenly, the cool night breeze filled the car with noise, and stopped what Wei Ran had just wanted to say.
After rushing all the way back to the forest farm, Dalia opened the car door and walked to the consultation center without even saying hello.
"Did I say something wrong?"
Wei Ran muttered to himself, opened the door and shifted to the driver's seat, turned the steering wheel and drove towards the city again. .
When he drove the car to the shore of Kaban Lake, it was already after nine o'clock in the evening, but the whole building was brightly lit, and he could even vaguely hear the intermittent and incomplete rhythm of the piano. .
When he drove the car into the courtyard, the sound of the piano stopped, and then his aunt Zhou Shujin opened the door.
"Why are you back?" Zhou Shujin asked curiously, "Aren't you staying at the studio tonight?"
"I forgot some luggage" Wei Ran locked the door. While replying, "I'll go directly to the airport tomorrow."
"Your carelessness is exactly the same as Suisui's"
Zhou Shujin shook her head dumbfounded, "I'm going to take advantage of this you don'tI was playing the piano while I was here. I won’t get you something to eat after dinner.”
“No, I’ve already eaten.” Wei Ran said after entering the door, "Auntie, I have to be busy for a while." "
"You are busy first." Zhou Shujin waved her hand nonchalantly, "Can I prepare breakfast for you tomorrow?"
"No," Wei Ran quickly responded, "Tomorrow I have to leave early in the morning, so you don't have to get up and work. ”
“Go and get busy.” Zhou Shujin waved her hands and sat down again in front of the pretend upright piano in the hall on the first floor.
Amidst the intermittent sound of the piano, Wei Ran walked all the way. He jogged to the bedroom on the second floor, locked the door and closed the curtains.
He took out the artillery firing pin from the small canvas bag and placed it on the bedside table, but Wei Ran fell into it. Hesitant.
He is not sure whether the firing pin can be "spotted" by the metal book, and he is not sure what kind of danger there is behind it.
But he is sure. Apart from the possible rewards from the metal book, he most likely would not get any additional benefits. Or to put it more bluntly, he was actually a little impulsive when he agreed to Teacher Dalia's request for help.
"Is it worth it?"
Wei Ran looked at the firing pin on the bedside table and hesitated. He hoped that the firing pin came from the Stalingrad battlefield, but at the same time he was afraid that it might be encountered in the flesh and blood millstone.
But what if we really could go back to that battlefield, if we really had a chance to meet those familiar people, or even if we really had a chance to see that little girl who died.
Although he knew that this possibility was so slim that it was infinitely close to zero, he was really moved.
At the same time, he also knew that the source of this impulse was actually. The regret and guilt that had been accumulating in his heart for a long time, and even the guilt that he should not have been responsible for, Wei Ran forced himself to regain his senses and began to analyze the possible situation.
In summary, there are only two situations: returning to the Stalingrad battlefield, or entering other battlefields.
Gu Jian
If it is the Stalingrad battlefield, the situation will be different. It is undoubtedly much more dangerous, and whether you can survive may depend on luck, but at least the regret that has been lingering in your heart for a long time may be alleviated.
If not, then what you may encounter at the same time is nothing more. The Battle of Kursk and the later Battle of Halkov were somewhat safer than the bloody Stalingrad.
In other words, they were the most difficult. It was just the Battle of Stalingrad
Wei Ran, who had been trying to convince himself in his heart, relaxed his tense emotions a little. In the past two years, he entered the battlefield again and again, and visited the Hongqi Forest Farm again and again. If you study hard, you should make some progress
In this case, right?
Wei Ran patted his forehead and started to analyze from another angle.
"Since in 1943In the autumn, a political commissar personally delivered the firing pin to Valentina. So is it clear? At least if there are people with knowledge about what happened at that time, that means there are survivors."
Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran continued to think along this line of thinking. In this case, at least it can be It proved that the tank that had used this firing pin was not suddenly wiped out. Thinking of this, he felt completely relaxed. Although he was not sure which battlefield the metal book would be sent to, he could at least help the poor man. Old man.
“It’s not the first time I’ve been sent back by that broken notebook, so why should I be so worried? Besides, since that broken notebook gave me the ability to return to those battlefields, it probably didn’t want me to be greedy. Just be picky and picky."
Wei Ran stroked the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand and muttered to himself. After a moment, a free and easy smile appeared on his face. Since he had chosen If you rely on that shabby notebook to support your family and make a fortune, you should have corrected your attitude a long time ago.
Thinking of this, the rusty metal notebook appeared quietly and lay flat on the bedside table. With the sound of turning pages, the light yellow pages recording various stories were turned over in an orderly manner, and finally stopped at the blank page 21.
"Just think of it as an impulse."
While Wei Ran was muttering to himself, the metal quill slowly drew a cannon firing pin on the page.
In this picture, it gradually became clear. In the picture, the firing pin is hung around someone's neck by a rope. I don't know if it is intentional. The picture does not include the person's face, but you can vaguely see the person he is leaning on. , it seemed to be a tank whose tracks had fallen off and there was still some fire.
After a moment of waiting, lines of text appeared under this picture
Character identity: Tank mechanic Victor
Return conditions: Assist in destroying at least one Panther tank, hold a funeral for tank driver Vajim, and take at least one group photo of the Panther. Tank
Wei Ran's heart twitched. At this time, he was almost certain that this time was probably not the Battle of Stalingrad that he was both looking forward to and fearing. Instead, there was a high probability that it would be the Battle of Kursk.
Almost at the same time as he thought of this, his field of vision was replaced by intense white light.
"Telescope and portable wine bottle." , sand submachine guns and these are gone."
Wei Ran couldn't help but froze when he saw the white light appeared in front of him again, and then he felt violent bumps and engine noise that filled his whole body. More obvious than these , but it was as hot as being stuffed into an oven and the pungent smell of diesel mixed with a bit of stench.
"Bang"
Before his vision could be fully recovered, Wei. Ran then felt that his head hit something hard due to the bump. Fortunately, he seemed to be wearing something on his head, so the impact was caused by the bump.Although it shocked him, it didn't hurt too much.
Subconsciously grasping the things around him, he finally saw the surrounding situation clearly after a period of frantic blinking.
At this moment, he was sitting in a small tank cabin wearing a leather tank hat. There was a dim light not far away, allowing him to barely see. Tank driver's side.
Looking directly ahead, there is the handle of a DT heading machine gun, and under the feet, in addition to the locked tank escape hatch, there is a stinky tank that seems to have been Crushed German oil barrels.
But what made him grit his teeth the most was that he had just appeared on the stage, and the pants he was wearing had already fallen below his knees. Even the things used to carry on the family line were bumping with the tank. The flicking and flicking is particularly joyful.
The man driving the tank next to "Victor" shouted at the top of his voice, "Victor, are you deaf?"
"What happened" came to his senses Come on, Wei Ran asked in a loud voice, crossing his legs.
"Either quickly close the lid of your urinal, or quickly throw it out through the escape door and put on your pants quickly, we will arrive at our destination soon"
p>The man driving the tank paused and continued to shout at the top of his voice, "You should focus on the observation hole right in front of you that is thinner than your dick and be ready to fire at any time instead of staring at it. He was in a daze looking at his dick that was dancing the Cossack dance."
Before the tank driver who was suspected of being Vajim finished speaking, the commander and loader in the turret behind him started laughing unbridled.
"This bastard knows how to do everything"
Wei Ran cursed secretly amidst the harsh noise, and awkwardly put on his pants with some urine stains remaining. Then he bent over and opened the escape hatch cover at his feet, and kicked out the broken oil drum that was used as a urinal.
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