In the basement where Mrs. Weiya and others were buried, Wei Ran put away his camera tiredly after pressing the shutter, walked out of the ruins alone, found a place where he could get some sunlight, and slowly sat on the soft snow against the ruins of the wall.

On the ground, I watched in ecstasy the smoke puffs exploded by anti-aircraft guns in the sky, the anti-aircraft balloons floating in the wind, the Soviet and German fighter jets competing for altitude advantage, and the thick smoke steaming from the ground.

This place is different from Stalingrad. In that city, soldiers from the Soviet Union and Germany fought for each other room by room, but as long as they could kill the invading Germans, they could always get something from them.

But this is Leningrad. Wei Ran no longer remembers how long he has been here, but he knows clearly that in such a long time, he has never seen a living German. More often than not, most of them

Most of the time, his enemies are hunger and cold.

The chocolate and honey he brought could certainly replenish energy, but a piece of chocolate no bigger than a mahjong piece every day, plus the broth, could provide really limited energy. Under such harsh food rationing standards, what he could do,

It’s really all about “starving to death”.

After greedily basking in the sun for half an hour and not wanting to freeze to death, Wei Ran finally climbed up with difficulty, dragging the sledge and continuing to wander aimlessly.

I don't know how long it took, but he stopped near the distribution station. At this time, although there were not many people queuing outside the distribution station, there were still people in the ruins of the building not far away, as well as on the side of the entrance and exit of the air-raid shelter next to the ruins.

When we reached the position of the sun, there were people sitting in twos and threes who were also absorbing the warmth.

Some of these people are as skinny as a stick, some have swollen faces like a fat man, and some are not only as skinny as a stick, but their faces are also obviously dull and dark.

He knew that these three types of people almost represented the most common conditions of all the living residents of Leningrad. That

These skinny people can still survive as long as they have adequate food and drink. This includes those strong and brave children.

But those who have begun to suffer from edema have actually developed metabolic acidosis, which is almost like stepping into the gate of hell.

As for those who are not only thin but also have dark skin, their bodies are so hungry that they have to digest their own organs to supply energy. For these people, even if food is provided to them immediately, the failure of their organs will make it difficult for them to survive.

Got it.

These unpopular medical knowledge naturally came from Hongqi Forestry Farm, but he did not expect that he would have the opportunity to verify it himself - even if he did not expect such an opportunity at all.

Glancing at Kona from afar, who was working in an almost open-air distribution station, Weiran dragged the sledge and randomly chose a direction that he had never been to before to explore.

But in this city that had been bombed countless times, in this ruins that had been rummaged through countless times, what he could find was really pitiful.

Towards evening, when he returned to the basement where Mrs. Via was buried, there were already some pieces of wood of various origins and sizes on his sledge.

Near the ruins of the basement, Kona, who was carrying a sack bag and holding a P38 pistol in her hand, had been waiting for a long time.

"Are you in danger?" Wei Ran frowned immediately when he saw the weapon in the opponent's hand, and subconsciously looked around.

"There's a man trying to steal my ration"

Kona had already sat on the sledge behind Wei Ran as she spoke, "But he ran away after I pulled out my pistol."

"What did you get today?" Wei Ran asked as he walked back.

“Not much stuff”

Kona paused, and seeing that Wei Ran didn't ask any further questions, she took the initiative to explain, "In addition to the black bread, I also got half a bottle of milk for Galina."

“It’s good news”

"Did you catch the mouse?" Kona asked.

"No"

Wei Ran shook his head and recounted the story of the rat cage being stolen and his encounter with the grandfather and grandson.

"How old did you say the boy named Kelelo was?" Kona asked in surprise.

"I should be about the same age as you, what's wrong?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"The distribution station is currently very short of people."

Kona immediately said, "If you can see him again tomorrow, if he is still alive by then, ask him if he is interested in working at the distribution station. We need porters, and we have 200 grams of black bread every day."

"I'll ask tomorrow"

Wei Ran responded absently, secretly wondering whether the young man named Keleluo was the key to the survival of Ke Na and the children.

When the two of them walked back to the concrete house next to the playground before the sun set, Wei Ran, who was walking in front, was the first to notice something was wrong.

At this time, the little ones who stayed behind were all waiting for him and Ke Na at the door, but their thin little faces were full of anxiety.

"Alexander, what happened?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"We. We found a carbide lamp!"

Alexander showed off the brass carbide lamp in his hand in a slight panic, then hurriedly picked up an enamel bucket with a lid at his feet, and said with increasing anxiety, "We also found a lot of carbide, some

A bucket full!”

"We also found a stove!"

Alexander's good friend Alyosha pulled off the blanket on the sledge next to him before Wei Ran and Kona could speak, revealing a cast iron stove mounted on it.

This straight up-down cylindrical cast iron stove is only 50 centimeters high, and its diameter is no more than 40 centimeters. Not to mention that it is divided into an upper combustion chamber and a lower ash accumulation chamber. There are also two chambers on the furnace body in the middle of the furnace door.

Cast with "Putilov Arms Factory" in Russian.

The Putilov Military Factory has a long history, and it is currently producing weapons for the front line day and night. Of course, this stove is obviously a product before the start of World War II. However, don’t look at the stove and what they are using

, the appearance looks about the same size, but the combustion chamber is more than half smaller.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The small combustion chamber of the stove naturally means more fuel saving, which is undoubtedly a benefit for Weiran and Kona, who have always had energy concerns.

Good news for saving firewood.

But even so, the suspicion on their faces became more and more serious.

Seeing the two "parents" about to speak, the little boy wearing glasses named Ivan carefully picked up a bundle of iron chimneys and a broken kettle from the sledge, and stammered,

"Well, we also found the chimney"

"alright"

Kona took a deep breath, "I'm ready. What stupid thing did you guys do?"

Alexander, Alyosha and Ivan looked at each other, and finally took the initiative to stand up and said cautiously, "Sister Kena, we, we, we"

"What's going on?" Kona put her hands wearing bearskin gloves on Alexander's shoulders.

"We brought back some people" Alexander confessed the "good things" they had done with a sound as loud as a mosquito's wings.

"What did you say?" Ke Na asked subconsciously, she really didn't hear clearly.

"Let me tell you"

The girl Olga, who was holding the baby Galina, took the initiative to stand up and said in a voice loud enough for Wei Ran and Kona to hear, "Sister Kona, uncle Victor, Alexander, Alyosha and Ivan went out to collect today.

While collecting supplies, they found a few little guys about the same size as Andre, and they brought these little guys back."

"7"

Alexander said cautiously, "There are seven of them. The oldest is 11 years old, as old as Ivan, and the youngest is 9 years old, as old as Andre. Victor, Kona, they are starving to death, I."

"Where are they?" Ke Na asked without thinking before Wei Ran could speak.

All the children in the "basement" who could communicate clearly responded in unison, and at the same time, they each pointed at the concrete house behind them.

Not caring about Wei Ran at all, Ke Na took the bread and milk she received today and walked to the basement in a hurry.

Seeing the uneasiness on the faces of the children standing at the door, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh secretly. This is not a peaceful era, and it is not a matter of "one more person is just an extra pair of chopsticks". They brought them back

, not to mention 7 kittens and puppies that can be discarded at any time.

Those were seven children as old as themselves, seven children who needed to eat every day, need supplementary nutrition, and need enough strength to survive.

But what about here? This is besieged Leningrad. Let alone raising 7 children here, it is not easy for a girl like Kona to support herself. But even so, those kind-hearted children

Still choose to bring them back and share the already scarce food together.

Seeing that the girl named Sasha had covered her mouth to stop her uncontrollable choking, Wei Ran cleared his throat vigorously. When all the children subconsciously looked over, he said in a serious and extremely serious tone, "

Oujia, our little comrade Oujia, I need to remind you something."

"What's the matter?"

Ou Jia subconsciously hugged the little baby in her arms tightly, and her thin and distressing little face couldn't help but show a strong look of panic.

Yes, she is just an eleven or twelve-year-old child.

Wei Ran sighed secretly, pretending to be dissatisfied and said, "I must remind you——"

When almost all the children showed worried expressions, Wei Ran, who was playing a long voice, became more and more dissatisfied and said, "You can call me Victor, or Brother Victor, why do you have to call me Victor?"

Uncle Duo? I'm obviously not much older than Ke Na. Didn't you call her Sister Ke Na?

Olga, Comrade Olga, this is so unfair to me. Now my heart is seriously hurt. Unless a beautiful girl sings a Katyusha to me before dinner today, otherwise I will

I won’t forgive you.”

As Wei Ran said this ridiculous joke, Oujia's eyes, which were originally full of worry and fear, became wider and wider, and her mouth opened wider and rounder. Following that, the children finally let out a burst of laughter in unison.

Laughter.

"Won't you blame us?" Olga, who was completely relieved, sniffed and asked, "I will sing you a Katyusha song before dinner, I swear on my mother."

"Of course I blame you"

Wei Ran pretended to be helpless and said, "I'm already called uncle. Don't you still allow me to blame you?"
To be continued...