In the night, the Gubijing Pasta Restaurant behind him became farther and farther away, and Wei Ran walked faster and faster.
Until the building behind him was completely swallowed up by darkness, he stopped again and walked into a hotel where he had stayed before.
After carefully checking the entire room to make sure it was safe enough and that there was no camera equipment, he took out the palm-sized silent pistol from his pocket.
He skillfully disassembled it into a table of parts and inspected it until he was sure there was no private goods inside. Then he reassembled it and put it in his backpack and placed it on the toilet seat in the bathroom.
He is preparing to participate in the Olympics next, and he does not want to be sent to Vienna in the Cold War era because of the existence of this pistol.
After carefully checking everything in the metal book except half-track motorcycles and other large items, he dug out the red metal cap badge from the bottom of the medical box.
"I have the rank of lieutenant, so I should be qualified."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, took a deep breath and took out the metal book. In his uncontrollable excitement, the metal book slowly turned to a blank page, and the quill was suspended above the pale yellow paper as usual.
In the sound of the tip of the nose rubbing against the pale yellow paper, a five-pointed star cap badge appeared on the paper.
But to Wei Ran's expectation, the cap badge was not on the hat. Looking at the outline drawn by the metal quill, it seemed to be placed on a piece of cloth, and underneath the piece of cloth, There seems to be another hand holding it.
After a while, lines of blood-red text also appeared under this picture.
Act 1
Character identity Auto Soldier Guard Ran
Return to the mission and kill at least two enemy soldiers to help complete the capture mission.
"The First Scene"
Wei Ran didn't react for a while. Although this metal book often does fancy things, what is the situation in the first scene? And this time there is still no photo Mission
Before he could react, his field of vision was replaced by intense white light, and then, a scene flashed rapidly before his eyes.
"Mauser bayonet, 1911 pistol, carry-on flask, just this food box, oil drum and camera"
Amidst Wei Ran's dissatisfied complaints, there was also a rumor in his ears The roar of the engine and the excessively cool temperature made goosebumps appear on his neck uncontrollably.
Blinking his eyes hard, the first thing Wei Ran saw was darkness. He turned his head and looked to his side. Under the faint light of the dashboard, he could only see the profile of a soldier. is holding the steering wheel.
Looking directly in front of the car window, there are no driving lights at all. The only thing that can illuminate the dim night is the small half of the moon hanging in the sky. With this weak moonlight, except for the faint sight, Outside the road, there seemed to be a truck fifty or sixty meters ahead.
Continue to rotate the perspective, thisOn the left side of the road was a sparse forest, but on the right side was a cliff so dark that it was impossible to see the bottom.
When the eyes turned to the rearview mirror, there seemed to be more trucks following behind. However, the distance between them seemed to be a bit far, and what he could see was only one or two cars at most.
I stretched my neck and glanced at the hood of the front of the car. Although it was tied with a layer of branches like the body, I could tell just by the distinctive sound of the transmission gear that this was a hood. A GAZ 51 truck produced in the Soviet Union.
"What are you looking at? Look up at the sky."
The man in the truck reminded him abruptly, with a slightly hoarse voice and a thick Northeastern accent.
"Oh"
Wei Ran glanced at his clothes one last time and immediately focused on the night sky outside the windshield. Even if the other party didn't say anything, he would He knew that the driver, whose name he didn't even know yet, was asking him to keep an eye on the plane that might appear at any time.
"I'll keep an eye on you, you bastard"
The driver reminded me like a chatterbox, "We can pull several thousand kilograms of goods in our cargo compartment. As for the white-faced sorghum, if it is bombed by the smelly old American plane, the older people on the front line will be hungry."
Hearing this, Wei Ran looked at himself again, except for what he was holding in his arms. In addition to a Type 50 submachine gun that uses magazines, there are also magazines inserted into the bullet belt on the chest.
Before the other party could say anything else, Wei Ran had already leaned his upper body out of the car window, watching every move in the night sky around him vigilantly.
Fortunately, until the truck drove through this dangerous section of road and crossed a creaking wooden bridge, the plane that had been on guard never appeared. Instead, the sky continued to fall. A cold drizzle, and even this rain has a tendency to get heavier and heavier.
This is undoubtedly good news, and even Weiran was called back to the car by the driver.
"Man, please take a breath, the American plane can't get out at this time."
While the driver was speaking, he even took out the bicycle from his waist with one hand. The eyebag pot was handed to Wei Ran, "Light a pot"
"Wait a moment"
Wei Ran took the tobacco bag pot, skillfully opened the tobacco leaf bag hanging on it, and put I put the pot into the tobacco bag and rolled out a spoonful, pressed it down with my thumb through the pocket, and then took it out and tightened the tobacco bag.
Flicking around, Wei Ran took out a pack of matches from his pocket, fumbled for one and lit it, then put his cigarette holder in his mouth and leaned over the flame to take a few puffs.
Suddenly, the spicy and choking smoke was sucked into the lungs, and a hint of sweet fishy smell was felt in the throat.
Wei Ran, who was choking and coughing repeatedly, took the pipe and pot from his hand. The driver took a sip happily, and then said, "My father planted these tobacco leaves himself. It's much more comfortable to smoke Camel cigarettes than those silly old beautiful ones."
"You are still smoking. "Have you ever smoked in the United States?" Wei Ran asked while coughing and had nothing to say.It's just a few more words.
"Why do I look down on you, Uncle Liu?"
The driver took another long puff of cigarette, "I'm not just bragging, I've not only smoked American cigarettes, but also smoked The American soldiers have such big mouths."
"How can you?"
Wei Ran quickly laughed and said, "I have never smoked American cigarettes. I am curious about what they taste like. ."
"Look in my bag, there seems to be half a bag left," the driver surnamed Liu pointed behind him with the cigarette pole in his hand.
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately took out a small canvas bag from the gap in the seat behind him.
Although the light was not very good, he could still see clearly. In addition to half a pack of Camel cigarettes, there were also more than half of dry cornstarch, a kettle and a different A fairly large flashlight and a few dry batteries.
Taking a cigarette out of the box and stuffing it into his mouth, Wei Ran turned to look at the gap behind his seat.
There is also a canvas bag here that is not too big. In addition, there is also an engineer shovel and a jack stuffed inside.
Opening this backpack that seemed to belong to me, the contents were the same. Except for a hard wobbler, there was also a kettle, but the flashlight and batteries were missing.
Taking out the matches in his pocket again and lighting the cigarette in his mouth, Wei Ran continued to ask, "Uncle Liu, how far can we get there?"
"Photo At this speed, it must take more than two hours."
The driver clicked his pipe and pot and replied, "After it starts raining, it is unlikely that the American plane will be able to come, but this way. It’s hard to walk, especially because there is still a long way ahead. Monkeys have to use walking sticks in the past, so we have to be even more careful.”
“I don’t know if we will encounter Americans along the way.” Wei. Ran continued.
“It’s not necessarily true”
The driver surnamed Liu stretched his cigarette pot out of the car window and knocked it, “After that section of the road, I can start running at some point. It’s a good road, but Americans also use it occasionally. If we encounter one, you won’t be able to wet your pants. Even the monitor is the same, so why did I put you in my car?”
"It's not like you have excellent driving skills," Wei Ran said sincerely, following the words, "The platoon leader can tell you that you have the best driving skills in the entire platoon."
"Don't give it to your uncle. "Big hat"
Although the driver surnamed Liu said this, Wei Ran could clearly see the undisguised pride on the driver's face through the dim light of the dashboard.
However, before Wei Ran tried to ask any more questions, the truck’s engine made an abnormal sound, and then stalled without warning
" It's over."
The driver surnamed Liu turned the steering wheel, controlled the car to move aside to make way for the rear, then stepped on the brake. When the car came to a stop, he threw away the cigarette pot and pot in his hand. Throw it away, grab the canvas bag behind youHe opened the car door and jumped out.
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