My factory is about to close down."

"Then what?" Wei Ran also put a filter on the cigarette he was given, pressed it against the red-hot iron bucket, lit it, and took a sip.

"The factory must have closed down now, but at that time I became a veterinarian, a veterinarian assistant to be precise. After I was almost qualified, I was thrown into the ski destroyer brigade."

Mesut spread his hands and said, "Actually, I want to go to the medical company. I heard that it is the best unit for survival. But unfortunately, my medical skills are actually very reluctant to even be a veterinary assistant. If it weren't for the fact that I can handle animals,

I'll be able to do some carpentry work, and I'm afraid I'll be assigned a rifle."

"Speaking of this, your accuracy is really good." Wei Ran puffed out a puff of smoke while complimenting him.

"I have been hunting at the foot of the Alps since I was a child, and I also joined a hunting club." Mesut smiled and asked proactively, "What about you? If you can go back alive, what are you going to do?"

"Let's go back alive first," Wei Ran responded vaguely, "I might become a hunter, who knows."

"When the time comes, I will give you a sleigh that I made with my own hands."

Mesut patted the sleigh behind him, "It's definitely better than this car. At least I will use more suitable walnut wood for the wood. It will be much stronger and more beautiful."

Having said this, Mesut looked at Ihor again, "If you run a tavern in the future, I will give you a beautiful enough bar table."

"You will come to me for recruitment in the future, and I will treat you to the best sake." Ihor said happily, but fell into loneliness again.

"We will escape," Mesut reassured.

"Even if I escape, my home will be gone."

Ihor said, stood up and opened the tent door, took out a bottle of vodka from the sleigh he was in charge of, unscrewed it, then took off a small enamel jar from his waist, poured half a cup, and handed the bottle to

Mesut also explained, "My home is in Hiroshima. Do you know Hiroshima? The Hiroshima that was bombed by the American atomic bomb."

"Where is your home?" Mesut and Wei Ran looked at Ihor in surprise.

"yes"

Ihor took another sip of vodka, "There is probably nothing there now. If I can go back alive, I will probably go to my grandfather's house. His house is in Sapporo. It must not have been bombed there. Maybe my

Mom and dad are right there."

"This is really worth a drink."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, took the wine bottle calmly, and poured half a glass of wine into the enamel bar he had just dug out. He also felt that there seemed to be a lot of topics to talk about with this little Baga.

Well. In this freezing Siberia, what could be more warming to the body and mind than talking about the topic of "Little Boy's Hiroshima"?

After drinking all the wine in the glass, Wei Ran changed his cold attitude in the past two days and asked Ihor about Hiroshima with some enthusiasm. At the same time, he also showed a look of regret from time to time.

He even did not hesitate to say a few words in Japanese, and by the way, he made some nonsense about his true experience of going to Dongjing.

There is no doubt that such a prisoner of war, Victor, suddenly gave Ihor the illusion that he was meeting a fellow countryman.

Wei Ran deliberately mentioned Hiroshima frequently using Japanese words. Whenever he responded, the pretentious look of regret on Wei Ran's face made him feel sad, lonely and confused.

After one meal, he stabbed the devil's spirit enough with his words. Wei Ran, who had eaten and drank enough, got out of the tent in a comfortable mood and wiped the enamel jar clean with the snow, then chose another piece of snow and sprinkled it contentedly.

After soaking in urine and burying it in snow, I returned to the warm tent, lay down on the sleigh covered with bearskin, and drunkenly entered the beautiful dreamland of flying a big plane for a day trip to Hiroshima.

At the same time, Mesut, who was on the first shift, was sitting on the wooden box next to the stove, writing something on the horse-fur notepad with a sanitary pen.

When Wei Ran dropped enough nuclear bombs on Mount Fuji again and again in his dream and finally exploded the earth fire boil, Ihor also gently woke him up.

"Victor," Ihor, who smelled of alcohol, said with a hint of drunkenness, "It's time, it's your turn to watch the night."

Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded, took the Winchester lever rifle from the opponent's hand, and silently handed over his sleigh to the opponent.

First, he opened the tent door and walked around outside to urinate. Wei Ran looked up at the heavy snow that had not stopped, and diligently added some fodder to the reindeer, guessing that Ihor was about to fall asleep.

When he was standing there, he opened the tent door and got in, bringing a biting cold wind to the other party.

Seeing the Japs turn over, Wei Ran closed the tent door and sat beside the iron bucket with the charcoal fire burning. He waited patiently for Ihor to snore, and then he took off the Soviet kettle that had been hanging around his waist.

, took out the stove, filled it with kerosene and relighted it. Then he put the pot on and cooked a pot of oatmeal and meat porridge.

As he waited patiently, the sky outside the tent door gradually turned fish belly white, and the tent was filled with a strong aroma of meat porridge.

After waking up the two inmates and hastily filling their stomachs, the three of them got into the car again and, with the help of the compass, rushed to the location marked by the second five-pointed star on the map.

Compared with the cave they saw from a distance before, this time they didn't find a cave at the foot of the mountain until daylight, which was only more than one meter wide and was mostly buried by snow.

The three of them took turns digging through the snow, and the first thing they saw was a wooden door covered with iron. There was a heavy copper lock on top of the door lock.

"I should have brought the key found on the hunter," Mesut said angrily, "Maybe that key could unlock the door here."

"let me try"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took out the two wires pinned to his cuffs. These were the lock-picking tools he prepared for the store warehouse before escaping, but he didn't expect to use them in this place.

They deliberately took five or six minutes to pry open the padlock. As the wooden door frozen with the ground was pushed open, they could see that this was a man-made cave at all.

Although the entrance and exit of this cave are pitifully small, the space inside is not small, at least twenty or thirty square meters. The height of the top of the cave is so high that even if Wei Ran stretches out his hands and stands on tiptoes, he can't even touch it.

At the end of this nearly circular cave, there are several winding caves that are only one meter in diameter at most and are completely artificially dug. On the side of the cave entrance, there are two iron buckets placed against the wall.

Lifting the wooden lids of the tin barrels, one contained a full of coking coal and a box of detonators.

In the other iron bucket, in addition to several 20-liter oil drums containing kerosene, there were also several kerosene lamps and an iron box containing mining explosives.

Between the two iron buckets, there were also stacks of animal traps of different sizes, a wooden bellows that looked very Chinese-style, and a bonfire pit with an iron pot suspended on an iron shelf.

Looking up and looking directly above the bonfire pit, I saw that the rock wall had been completely blackened. There was an iron hook nailed to the wall on one side, and a large kerosene lamp hung on it.

"So it's just an abandoned mine?" Ihor muttered in great disappointment.

"Maybe it's an abandoned gold mine."

Mesut picked up a crucible that was as big as an enamel jar from the bucket of coking coal and weighed it, "I remember that there was something similar in that cabin. This is probably a crucible for melting gold, right?"

"Is there gold here?" Ihor, who was extremely disappointed just now, became excited again.

"Maybe, but certainly not many."

Mesut threw the crucible back in his hand and said mockingly, "Otherwise, there must have been many prisoners of war working here instead of being locked up by a hunter."

"That's right." Ihor grinned. "Fortunately, there is no gold. I don't want to mine in such a ghost place."

"Bring in our reindeer and sleigh."

Mesut said as he removed the kerosene lamp from the wall, "We will rest here for a day and then leave like hunters."
Chapter completed!