"Looks like we can give you a second gift."

As the soldier spoke, he took off his cloak and laid it on the ground. Then he took off the canvas bag on his back and took out several film seals and a leather lens whose lens seemed to have been penetrated by bullets.

The camera was handed to Wei Ran, "Keep it, a reporter from the Communist Youth League newspaper entrusted me to keep it for him. Those film canisters with writing on them are used, and those without writing on them are unused ones.

used."

Hearing this, Wei Ran took the films and the almost falling apart leather chamber camera, "That reporter..."

"he died"

The soldier with the revolver on his waist said calmly, "He died before we were about to retreat into the forest. A German sniper shot through the lens and hit his chest."

"If you can go back alive, please send these things to the Communist Youth League newspaper."

Platoon leader Taras continued, "The reporter's name is Anani, Anani Angibovich Yakovlev, a war correspondent sent to Bryansk by the Komsomol."

As he spoke, Platoon Leader Taras felt from his pocket and handed over a press pass that had been penetrated by bullets and still had dried blood stains, as well as a plastic notepad that had also been penetrated by bullets and had residual blood stains.

Gave it to Wei Ran.

"I accepted it"

Wei Ran solemnly accepted what the other party handed him, "Anani Anchibovich Yakovlev, a war correspondent sent to Bryansk by the Communist Youth League. If there is a chance, I will send his belongings to him."

Go to the Communist Youth League newspaper office."

"This task will be left to you."

Platoon leader Taras patted Wei Ran on the arm and said, "Okay, let's all take a rest and let the new photographer take some photos of us after dawn."

"Victor, don't be as stingy as reporter Anani when the time comes. He is not willing to take a single photo of us." A young soldier who had already finished his apple joked with a smile.

"After daybreak, I will take a solo photo of each of you," Wei Ran said as he took off his backpack and put the instructions he just received into his bag.

"While we are resting, we should consider how to transport it back."

Sasha, who had been silent just now, hung the oil lamp on the muzzle brake of the Deshka heavy machine gun as he spoke, and started to worry while holding on to the shield.

It is indeed enough for them to worry. Even if the wheel frame and shield are discarded, the bare weight of this heavy machine gun is nearly 40 kilograms without the ammunition chain box. If it is in this "top configuration" mode at this time, the weight may reach

Around 150kg!

This weight, if it were on a paved road, let alone the two mules, even if there were two old men who wet their shoes in the wind, they could drag them with all their strength. But in this primeval forest, those two heavy mules

The steel wheel has become a complete burden.

Not to mention, there were more than a dozen bullet chain boxes filled with bullets. With just four of them and two mules, it would undoubtedly be a huge project to transport these things back.

"Commissar, what should we do?"

After the surprise, the two young men Sasha and Alyosha finally realized the reality. The former even came up with a simple bad idea, "How about we make more trips?"

"Even if we and the mules are not tired, it will probably take a whole day to transport these things back." Alyosha expressed his opinion with a sad face.

“Let’s worry about these problems later.”

Political Commissar Vigna did not seem to be worried about this problem. Instead, he approached Platoon Commander Taras, took out a bottle of vodka from his bag and handed it to him, and asked about their more detailed battle plan.

The two "leaders" had something to talk about, and the others were not idle either. Sasha and Alyosha, one led the mule to a small stream they just passed by to drink and fetch water, while the other was carrying an oil lamp around.

Collecting firewood that can be burned.

The Red Army soldiers who had been assigned Nazhi weapons quickly cleared an open space under a pine tree, combined their tents, and set up low tents that could accommodate two people.

.

As for Wei Ran, he was digging a smoke diffuser under a thick pine tree with the soldier who sent him the film.

It was through this opportunity that Wei Ran also learned that the soldier named Zinovi was not only a captain, but also the political commissar of this small team of less than thirty people. At the same time, he was also responsible for interrogating prisoners.

Translator - he speaks German.

During the brief chat, Wei Ran took the other party to dig two smoke stoves and lit a bonfire to ward off the cold. Soon, Sasha also led the mule and brought back several lunch boxes and kettles filled with water and placed them on the bonfire.

around.

"Victor, come on."

Weinia called to Wei Ran who was about to take a rest. After he came over, he gave him a cigarette and then walked away.

It wasn't until he stopped next to the two mules that were busy grazing that Vinia said, "Please check the machine gun later to see if there is any problem. If there is any problem, can it be repaired?"

"What is the political commissar going to do?" Wei Ran held the sparkling cigarette butt in his palm and asked in a low voice while puffing out smoke.

Hearing this, Weinia blew out the smoke in his mouth and said close to Wei Ran's ear, "There is a road less than four kilometers west of here, which leads to the village of Bolpino I mentioned before.

.”

"you think..."

"Let's wait until daybreak to explain the details."

Political Commissar Vinia gave it up and said, "Go check the machine gun first to see if it can still be used."

Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't ask any more questions. He walked to the side of the machine gun and began to inspect it with the faint light of the oil lamp.

It can be seen that the Taras platoon leader and the other man did not lie. This machine gun was really hidden in the swamp before. This is just because the strip stuck in the cover of the ammunition supply machine has stinky

Just look at the loaches and the smelly sludge that almost filled the barrel.

Shaking his head helplessly, Wei Ran simply called to Sasha and Alyosha for help, and used the two animals to lead the gun rack to the edge of the creek he passed when he came here.

He casually broke off some pine branches and gave the machine gun a good cleaning. At the same time, he handed over the task of poking out the mud in the barrel to Sasha and Alyosha. Wei Ran himself opened the drum-shaped supply.

Open the lid of the machine, scoop up the cold stream water with a lunch box, and carefully rinse away the mud and debris inside.

As expected, the problem arose in this complex ammunition feeder. The part that was 70% or 80% similar to the magazine of the revolver was completely stuck and could not even move.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Looking at the sky above his head, Wei Ran decisively gave up his plan to repair this thing now.

"Victor, can it still be repaired?" Sasha asked in a low voice as he used a pine branch to poke away the mud in the barrel.

"It shouldn't be a big problem," Wei Ran vaguely gave an optimistic answer.

"If it still works, we can try to put it on the carriage when we go back, just like the song says."

At this point, Alyosha, who looked longingly, had already pulled out the pine branches from the barrel of the gun, poured water into the barrel with a kettle, and sang directly:

"Quickly get out of the way of the beasts and birds. Get out of the way for us.

You see the dust is like floating clouds and the horses are galloping forward.

He made circuitous runs from left to right, rushing back and forth to the enemy's defense line.

A young man fired a machine gun.

Hey! It’s a gun jam!”

"Why don't you sing along?" Sasha asked dissatisfiedly as she sang along halfway.

"I'm afraid of attracting the Germans," Weiran made a random excuse.

"That's not just right. We will use this one when the time comes..."

"This gun can't be used yet."

Wei Ran reminded, dumbfounded, "Okay, let's go back quickly. We have to wait until dawn to do the rest."

"Victor, you are so disappointing." Sasha complained.

"Sasha, it's not Victor who's disappointing."

Alyosha ordered the mule to drag the machine gun that had been cleaned of silt. As he walked towards the camp, he added, "The thing that ruins the fun is those damn German Nazi silk suckers. Without them, we can be outside the forest."

It doesn’t matter if you sing all day long.”

"You're right, it's not Victor who is the disappointment."

After Sasha finished speaking, he sighed heavily and lost interest in continuing to sing. For a moment, in the forest that was filled with chill and fog, and was about to dawn, there were only sighs and vague curses and curses from time to time.
Chapter completed!