"what should we do?"

In the warm tent behind the boulder, Zoya was combing Beria's hair and asked Wei Ran with a frown on her face who was sitting at the door of the tent.

Without waiting for Wei Ran to speak, Saveri said, "How about I use a snowmobile to send those grenades to the other side of the mountain? There is a swamp there in the summer, and there will be no danger of sinking into the swamp."

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"No need to take such risks"

Wei Ran, who was scratching the crowbar with his axe, finally said, "Don't touch those grenades yet, and they are important physical evidence."

"Physical evidence? What physical evidence?" Zoya asked in confusion.

"Physical evidence of railroad sabotage"

Wei Ran shook the crowbar in his hand and asked Saveli, "Have you ever used grenades when you were serving in the army?"

"No." Saveli shook his head, "I have only operated ship-based torpedoes, installed fuzes, released safety, etc."

"The truth should be similar."

Wei Ran explained with a smile while guessing the military branch of the other party's previous service, "A grenade with an instantaneous detonation fuse will explode in one second after the fuse is pulled. This kind of grenade is basically used as a booby trap. Let's see.

look at this."

As he spoke, he shook the crowbar in his hand again, "At that time, what the Germans most wanted to destroy was the port of Murmansk, followed by the railway connecting Murmansk and Moscow.

Looking at the things we found, including crowbars, hand drills and instant grenades, we can basically confirm that the Germans you found were here to sabotage the railway."

"So it can be sold at a good price?" Zoya asked in surprise.

Wei Ran put the crowbar on the wood stove and while baking the remaining ice ballast, he explained, "There is still one last question left."

"What's the problem?" Saveli asked.

"The simplest question" Wei Ran smiled, "Who killed this German? And who buried him and those explosives here."

"Where can I find this?" Zoya muttered blankly, "It's been so long."

"it's actually really easy"

Wei Ran took out his phone and looked at it, "You two have to do me a favor later."

"What's the business?" Saveli asked.

"After you have rested, you two will go back on a snowmobile."

Wei Ran waved his hand to let himself finish, "Saveli, you are a local. You need to go to your village or a nearby village and ask an older person whether there was any local group to protect the railway line during World War II.

If there is an organization like guerrillas, you can ask if there are any living people or their descendants, or if there are any stories that have been passed down.

In addition, you also need to help me get a vise, a vise with a locking function and a bottle of WD40. And of course, there is also a rope, the longer the better."

"You want to dismantle the fuses of those grenades?" Saveli immediately guessed Weiyan's plan.

"It's safe to dismantle it. Even if it explodes, we won't encounter any danger." Weiran assured confidently, "Those grenades are well preserved. As long as the method is proper, there is no big problem in their safe dismantling."

"I will get what you want, but you have to promise not to try to dismantle those grenades alone before I come back. My friend, I don't want anything to happen to you here." Saveli said seriously.

"Don't worry, I will definitely wait for you to come back."

Wei Ran made a serious promise, and then continued, "Zoya, there is no mobile phone signal here, so when you go back, you have to call Professor Alexei for me.

Let him check the files left by the Germans and Finns while he is still drunk today, files on Brandenburg's actions there."

Saveli waited for Wei Ran to finish speaking and immediately asked, "Are you planning to stay on your own?"

"Beria is also here, and I have participated in the Polar Survival Challenge. My experience in wild camping is no worse than yours."

Wei Ran said, pointing to the dog lying beside him, and said matter-of-factly, "I want to stay and guard those grenades to prevent overly curious hunters from coming over and encountering any danger. This kind of work cannot be left to Zoya."

Right?"

Hearing this, Saveli and Zoya looked at each other. After hesitating for a moment, they pulled his backpack over. After rummaging through it for a while, they took out three plastic-wrapped marine flares and handed them to Wei Ran, "Take this."

This, if you encounter danger, call it out, we might be able to see it in the village."

"We will disassemble the car radio from the snowmobile later and send it to you." Zoya added, "The terrain here is high enough, maybe we can communicate."

"Then I'll bother you." Wei Ran readily agreed to the other party's kindness.

Now that they had made a decision, the young couple did not hesitate. They picked up the semi-automatic rifle wrapped in a cloth strip and walked towards the foot of the mountain with a flashlight.

Wei Ranzhi naturally had his reasons and ideas for leaving the young couple. The most important of these was naturally to see if there were any more discoveries under that tree.

Waiting patiently for the Savellis to use a plastic sleigh to bring up the snowmobile battery and car radio, and then letting them help set up the radio. Wei Ran, who watched them leave again, patted the dog's head.

He tied its leash to a small tree not far from the tent.

After waiting for a moment, he carefully carried the metal box filled with grenades behind a big tree in the distance.

After eliminating the danger, Wei Ran went back under the hand drill, picked up the metal detector that Saveli had thrown away before, and reached back into the frozen mud pit.

Sure enough, the rapid beeping confirmed his guess that there really was something else inside.

Throwing the metal detector aside, Wei Ran walked back to the tent and brought a bucket of hot water that had been boiled in advance and poured it in. Then he brought a smaller bucket of boiled hot stones and poured them in.

Amidst the thick steam, the mud pit was completely boiling, but Wei Ran had already run away, hiding behind a rock and sitting down. He leisurely took out his cigarette case and lit one for himself.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before he finished smoking the cigarette, the water vapor was no longer steaming in the mud pit. Seeing this, he put away the cigarette holder and trotted over to clean it with an engineer shovel.

Warm mud soup.

Without any effort at all, he dug out a leather case with a roughly complete outline, but with holes everywhere. The leather case was not big, and it only contained a few drill bits of different thicknesses.

Unwilling to give up, he continued to dig through the smelly mud boiled by hot water. He then discovered a Mauser bayonet still in the scabbard and a Mauser with a roughly complete outline and a scope.

Rifle and corresponding bullet pouch.

When he picked out all the scraps of copper, iron, and leather, Wei Ran discovered that there was an iron box in the mud pit.

After a moment's hesitation, he carefully pulled the iron box out, and then slowly opened the lid.

What he didn't expect was that this almost identical metal box did not contain grenades, but instead contained blocks of TNT explosives that were placed next to each other and were almost stuck together!

Carefully, he took out all the detonators from the metal partition on the right, put them into a rubber glove, and hung them on the hand drill. Then he picked up the safe metal box and carried it to another place far away.

Hidden under a big tree.

Returning to the edge of the mud pit again, Wei Yan tried it again with the metal detector. What he didn't expect was that there was something inside.

He had no choice but to melt another bucket of snow, boil it, pour it into the pit, and then throw in the stones heated on the wood stove.

After so much work, when he finally took out the last metal object from the pit, it was just an aluminum kettle vaguely wrapped in a leather case.

This kettle is larger than the kettles equipped by the Soviet Union during World War II. There is a Russian mark on the mouth of the kettle that reads "Metal Lamps State-Owned Nonferrous Metals" and the words "29-30" surrounded by a circle of Russian words in the middle.

Just looking at the spout without a screw and the clear mark on it, you can tell that this kettle is an old item before World War II. As it says on it, it was produced between 1929 and 1930. As for that

The torn leather case with felt lining is undoubtedly handmade and not issued by the standard.

Finally, he used a metal detector to scan the pit to make sure there was nothing else. Then he carried the findings back to the tent door with a bucket, took off the long-sleeved rubber gloves commonly used in the kitchen, and put on them.

I got a pair of medical rubber gloves and sat by the stove to start cleaning up the things I found.

Among these items, the ones in the best condition are naturally the set of large and small drill bits and the Mauser bayonet. Unfortunately, there is no valuable information on them at all.

The stock of the Mauser rifle was completely rotten, and only the metal part still maintained its intact outline.

It was the leather bullet bag that looked the most miserable, but he found that it was filled with bullets for Mauser rifles.

This small detail undoubtedly proves that the people who buried these things in the first place probably did not lack weapons at all, at least one with a scope.

Or rather, it was inconvenient for the other party to take away so many things, but he was unwilling to throw away these trophies, so he buried them under the tree together with the broken kettle he had discarded.

The reason why it is called a broken kettle is because there is a round bullet hole in the middle of the kettle.

This also indirectly implies that the person who buried these things is most likely a Soviet, or even a veteran who had joined the army before the start of World War II. Otherwise, how did this pre-war kettle come about?

In the midst of my thoughts, I soaked the coat of this seemingly inconspicuous kettle with melted warm snow water and took it off, and then rinsed the kettle body inside and out.

Finally, on the lower edge of one side of the kettle, he found a line of the Russian name "Igor Augustevich Petrov" that was hand-carved and neatly about the thickness and length of a cigarette.

“It’s much easier if you have a name.”

Wei Ran muttered secretly, then turned around and walked into the tent, picked up the phone and started calling Saveli.

Fortunately, because the terrain here is high enough, the distance between the two is really not that far, so although there was some noise in the channel, the other party always responded immediately.

Wei Ran repeated the name he had just found on the kettle three times in a row and asked the other party to ask for help. After Wei Ran received the other party's assurance, he did not elaborate on his discovery on the radio channel. Similarly, Saveli also

He was cautious and didn't ask any more questions in the channel, which saved him a lot of trouble.

In less than two hours, when Weiran cooked a large pot of Chinese version of potato stew with the ingredients brought by Saveli and his wife and the seasonings stored in the food box, Saveli also dragged it alone

He hurried back with a plastic sled bucket. In the bucket, there were also a lot of vises and locking vises needed for sanitation.

"Victor, what are you making delicious?"

Saveli asked from a distance, "I could smell the fragrance coming from a long distance away."

"You're here just in time, come in and have something to eat together first."

Wei Ran greeted enthusiastically, "Did you ask anything?"
To be continued...