Wei Ran, who felt his eyes turning black when he moved a little bit, leaned against the ruins and took a breath. He silently took out the food box, took out a plate of chocolate from it, and broke off a piece of chocolate that was only half the size of a mahjong piece.

He threw it into his mouth, then put the rest back into the food box and put it into the metal book.

One piece of chocolate a day is the ration he has set for himself. In other words, he has to rely on a plate of chocolate for 24 days.

As for the rest, it must be left to those children, as well as the unknown how long they will have to suffer before boarding the ship, and the new children who will be picked up again.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! After carefully finishing the piece of fragrant chocolate in his mouth, Wei Ran touched his dry belly and stood up. After some adaptation, he waited until the symptoms of dizziness and black eyes.

After disappearing, he dragged the sledge truck and walked through the ruins alone, looking for food and fuel.

But this time, he chose to go to the south of the city, which was relatively closer to the battlefield and more susceptible to bombardment.

After walking through four or five intersections in a row, he also came to the bank of the Neva River. He saw the extremely busy Neva River after it was frozen, and also saw the ruins on the other side of the river that had been turned into ruins under the shelling.

architecture.

Even after crossing the river along the bridge, he saw a Stuka bomber with only half of the fuselage and half of the wing remaining on top of the ruins of a building with only one floor left.

In the bomber, you could barely see a broken body of a German pilot. On the remaining fuselage, there was a Russian reminder written in conspicuous white paint - "Danger! Approach with caution! Be careful nearby."

Scatter ball bombs!”

Hearing this, Wei Ran, who originally wanted to go up and take a look, immediately stopped, but soon his attention was attracted by the half beam on the side of the wreckage of the plane.

When I raised my head and squinted my eyes, I saw the slightly piercing sunshine and the smoke clouds that exploded when anti-aircraft guns fired from time to time. Of course, there were also the German planes flying through the smoke clouds.

Looking around again, Wei Ran hid the sledge after some hesitation, carefully stepped on the broken bricks and tiles, and climbed up to the roof that was still on the first floor.

However, before he could get around the plane, he noticed that under the remaining small half of the wing on the left side of the fuselage, there was actually a twin 24-unit SD2 spherical bomb rack hanging!

Perhaps people in London, England, know best what SD2 spherical bombs are. These things, which are either called butterfly bombs or devil eggs, are one of the most vicious inventions.

But even more deadly than this are the two airdrop racks installed side by side, each capable of mounting 24 SD2 spherical bombs!

What is more deadly than this? Of course, the total of 48 spherical bombs that should be hung on these two twin pylons are at least half scattered around the fuselage!

Not daring to touch those spherical bombs that were more sensitive than the old gun that had been holding it in for thirty years, Wei Ran carefully chose the foothold of each step, and it took him a full five minutes to get around to the other side of the plane.

aside.

When he saw the dense holes in the skin on this side of the fuselage, especially close to the missing wing, he already guessed that the aircraft was probably not torn out by Soviet anti-aircraft firepower, but rather

It was blown down by the spherical bomb it carried.

The reason is that these small bombs are too sensitive, and the Stuka's flexibility and push-back feel are destined to be incompatible with such dangerous things.

This is not an isolated case. As only Weihan knows, Germany's famous or infamous 51st Bomber Wing in World War II had an accident caused by this kind of spherical bomb during Operation Barbarossa.

A total of 15 frames fell down on their own.

On the same day, the same number of bombers of the same wing that were shot down by the Soviets using various weapons were no more than this number.

After staring at the holes in the fuselage skin, Wei Ran looked up at the beams not far away, and finally sighed helplessly. Even if he took down the beams, he would definitely

If it hits the remaining wing of this Stuka, no one can guarantee whether those small bombs, each weighing less than two kilograms, will explode under the concussion, and whether they will explode with him after they explode.

Either put it through a sieve or tear it up and throw it away.

But...after all this, he obviously wouldn't be willing to let him go back empty-handed.

Gritting his teeth, Wei Ran carefully reached into the arms of the broken body in the cabin, hoping to find something valuable.

After all this exploration, he really gained something, but what he took out was only an imco4700 trench lighter and a metal cigarette case that seemed to be made of pure silver.

There was nothing special about the lighter. When he was helping the British guy find gold in the desert, he had gotten one from his K2-generation Egyptian friend. In the world where he grew up, that lighter had always been eaten.

It's lying in the box.

But compared to this mediocre lighter, the silver metal cigarette case is much more luxurious. On one side of the cigarette case, there is a fine embossed eagle emblem of the Second Empire that should no longer exist.

On the other side, there is an extremely rare German retired aircrew medal from World War I.

This thing is only awarded to retired pilots who participated in World War I, or official pilots who served for more than four years before 1936. In addition, it is basically made before World War II, so it is the rarest badge of the Luftwaffe.

one.

The reason why Wei Ran recognized it was naturally because it was rare and valuable. He could even tell by the slightly raised head of the eagle in the middle of the medal that this thing was the best among the badges.

One version.

But looking at the frost-covered corpse of a German pilot, it was obvious that given his age, he was probably not qualified to get this badge—unless he had been flying airplanes since he was born.

Open the cigarette box, lined with red velvet cloth. In the space that could originally hold 20 cigarettes, there are only 12 cigarettes held by silver metal clips. Under one of the cigarettes, there is a black and white picture.

photo.

In this small photo, a Luftwaffe pilot with a duel scar on his face is standing next to a woman in a gorgeous dress, and behind them is what appears to be a civilian biplane.

There was a child who looked to be four or five years old sitting on each of the two seats. On the wing, there was also a large cake that looked very delicious, a bottle of red wine and two glasses, plus

Two baby bottles.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "You have food, drink, children and a home. You live such a beautiful life and you still want to invade others."

Wei Ran muttered, snapping the metal cigarette case and putting it into his pocket. At the same time, he did not forget to mutter to himself like a lunatic in Chinese that only he could understand.

One sentence, "You're gone? Can't you go back? Your wife is probably going to sleep with another pilot."

Seeing that the cold pilot acquiesced to his statement, after some hesitation, he carefully walked around to the only half-broken wing. After some research, he still did not dare to try to remove the wing.

The possible presence of fuel inside may lead to dangerous behavior.

Carefully leaving the ruins, Wei Ran took out the cigarette case in his pocket again and looked at it, but he just sighed helplessly. This thing couldn't be exchanged for food and drink at all, and he didn't think that the cigarette case in the basement was worth it.

Those kids need this stuff.

Just as he was sitting on the sledge, wondering where to get something to eat and drink, a man dragging a sledge not far away waved to him, and at the same time shouted in a not too loud voice, "Wei

Kedo! Is that you?"

Subconsciously following the sound, Wei Ran reacted for a while. It wasn't until the man pulled down his scarf and limped over that he recognized him. He had just met him yesterday.

Yes, that zoo keeper Matvey!

"It's really you! Why are you here?" Matvey limped over and asked.

"I'm looking for firewood and something to eat."

While Wei Ran shook hands with the other party, he took a look at the objects on the other party's sledge and the canvas covers covering them, and then asked, "Why are you here?"

“I was just passing through”

Matvey pointed to the bridge not far away, "If I want to go to the other side, I must take this street. Besides, I'm here to find you."

"Looking for us?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion, "What are you looking for for us?"

"To visit those children, of course!"

As Matvey spoke, he unceremoniously handed the rope connected to the sledge to Wei Ran, "Help me pull it to where you live. My leg has been sprained for several days. I don't even need to use it."

Not enough strength."

"Aren't these gifts for the children?" Wei Ran asked jokingly, pointing to the things on the other person's sledge.

"Of course a gift for the kids"

Matvey sat down on Weiran's sledge and said while calming down, "But after they accept the gifts, I will take them back."

"Bring back?"

Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion, but before Matvey could speak, there was an ugly drake voice inside the canvas cover saying in Russian, "Comrades! Classmates! The performance will begin soon."

It’s about to begin! Please look here! Yes! Look here! This is it!”

"King Si Qi, shut up!" Matvey patted the thick canvas cover, "Save your energy, it's not the time for you idiot to show off yet."

"This is... a parrot?" Wei Ran looked at Matvey in surprise. "No, no, no, you should call it an actor. The little guys here are all the best actors."
Chapter completed!