Early the next morning after receiving Dorian's memoirs, Wei Ran drove a rented car to Belgorod, which was more than a hundred kilometers away.
Just like yesterday, Wei Ran patiently spent a whole day in the local geography exhibition hall, and then found a hotel that looked relatively clean and stayed.
On the third day, Weiran drove away and found the first coordinate point recorded in the metal book with the help of navigation.
Although the topography here has changed slightly over the past few decades, and a small town has appeared around it, Wei Ran can still recognize it at a glance. The small village where the loader Agafond captured the chain dog together.
"Is there something else in that cellar?"
Wei Ran looked at the dense cornfield outside the car window, and finally suppressed his inner impulse, regardless of whether there was anything in that cellar. What are you talking about? After all, I am just a historian, not a digger. Besides, relying only on myself and the coordinates in the metal book, trying to find the buried cellar in this cornfield would probably be quite a task. A big, time-consuming project.
Thinking of this, he immediately stepped on the accelerator, drove the car along the country road to the next coordinate point.
When the car stopped again, Wei Ran was stunned. On the right hand side of the road was a cemetery that was not very large. On the monument at the entrance of the cemetery, there is a T3476 tank parked. The tank's gun barrel is pointing in the direction of the border.
On the not-so-clean monument, apart from a slightly rusty red five-pointed star, the words "Group Cemetery of the Fifth Tank Army of the Soviet Steppe Front" were clearly written.
Opening the car door, Wei Ran walked onto the stone road covered with grass and walked into this cemetery located on the edge of the farmland in the suburbs.
Surrounded by a circle of birch trees next to the wall, there are stone tablets mottled by time.
Some of these small stone tablets have been broken, some are covered with moss, and some have even blurred the writing. But they were arranged neatly horizontally and vertically as they had been in life, occupying an area almost half the size of a football field.
While walking, Wei Ran could occasionally see withered wild flowers placed in front of the tombstones, or wild cats that didn’t know where they came from, lying on the tombstones with four legs dangling in the air, leisurely basking in the newborn babies. sun.
Walking among these tombstones, Wei Ran carefully looked at the unfamiliar names engraved on them and the serial numbers that had long been lost in the long river of history, trying to find the answer that he did not know.
After a long time, Wei Ran stopped in front of a tombstone in the corner of the cemetery. On this tombstone, there was only the words "Agafoun's 29th Tank Corps died in order to recapture the Soviet Union." But he knew that the person buried here was most likely the handsome loader.
"So you are here"
Wei Ran patted the tombstone gently and hesitated.After the moment, he took out the flask from the metal book and poured the last remaining gin inside gently onto the weed-covered soil.
Putting away the empty wine bottle, Wei Ran patted the tombstone that had been forgotten for who knows how long, and then simply turned around and left the almost deserted cemetery.
Inputting the last set of coordinate points into the electronic map, Weiran could already guess the approximate distance just by looking at the distance of only two or three kilometers away from him.
Getting back into the rented car, Wei Ran stepped on the accelerator and drove in a circle along the country road, finally stopping at the edge of a farmland full of sugar beets.
Without getting out of the car, just by taking a look at the muddy pond with a diameter of tens of meters on the edge of the beet field, he knew that the T34 tank with the slogan on the turret might be sleeping in it. On the edge of the mud pond.
Mrs. Valentina’s husband Vadim, who has been waiting for more than half a century, is probably inside the forgotten tank at this time. Gu Xi
After stopping at the edge of the farmland for a long time, Wei Ran finally took a step towards the muddy pond.
Far away, he smelled the familiar fishy smell. More than half a century later, this muddy pond has not changed much, it just looks smaller in area. .
Compared with the cemetery we just passed, there are no tombstones or flowers here, and perhaps no one knows what kind of memories are buried beneath the soil beneath our feet.
Bending down to pick up a piece of smelly mud, a fat loach slipped from the gap between his fingertips, and then twisted his body and disappeared into the mud under his feet.
After shaking off the mud on his hands, and then wiping it randomly on his pants, Wei Ran found a relatively clean patch of dirt and sat down. Immediately afterwards, a camera bag made of hard horsehide appeared in his hand.
Opening the camera bag, Wei Ran took out the group photo inside, with a tired smile on his face.
Although that metal book can magically transport you back to the battlefield, and you can even use the guqin to relieve the depression in your heart, but there are always some things that the guqin cannot dissipate, such as the little girl who you never forget, For example, when I sit on this former battlefield, I can't help but think of those friends I spent a short time with.
However, while he was stunned, the tattoo on the tiger's mouth of his left hand once again flashed hot for a moment.
"This is another gift." Wei Ran was stunned, putting the photos in his hand into his camera bag, and then took out the metal book.
However, almost the moment he held the spine of the book, Wei Ran noticed something was wrong. Ever since this wicked notebook was replaced with a metal cover, it has always had ugly rust stains like psoriasis.
But at this time, the rust on the metal skin is much less visible to the naked eye, and there is even a conspicuous hourglass relief next to the depression where the metal quill is fixed
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, you won't be promoted, right?" Wei Ran felt his heart pounding.I took a puff
I carefully opened the thick metal cover. On the first page of light yellow paper, directly below the seven words "War Photographer Wei Ran", I saw the "Military Rank" Behind the two words, it has indeed changed from "Second Lieutenant" to "Lieutenant"
Under his surprised gaze, a line of Russian writing appeared in the blank space of the page. Thank you for remembering. We, comrades electromechanical personnel, the war is over, right?
"It's over, it should be considered over already. How can the war ever end?"
Wei Ran murmured to himself After giving a response, the string of writing slowly faded, and finally disappeared completely, as if it had never appeared.
When Wei Ran came back to his senses, he immediately put away the metal book and the camera bag beside him, and took out the medical kit.
But when he was about to open the medical box and take out the cap badge inside, he hesitated again, and finally waved and put away the medical box he had just taken out.
"Wait a little longer"
Wei Ran suppressed the impulse in his heart. He had just experienced a battle, and it was really not suitable to enter another battlefield immediately. Especially since it was a battlefield where he planned to carefully record all the details.
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