"Wow!"

After a basin of cold water was poured down on Duotou, Wei Ran, who was in a coma, finally opened his eyes.

"you're awake?"

Before he could clearly see the situation around him, a deep voice asked in Russian, "Where are your companions? Where is your camp?"

"companion?"

Wei Ran shook his head and looked around, only to find that he was tied to a tree trunk that was only as thick as his thigh.

The nearest person within sight was a man wearing a German uniform without military rank and holding a pipe in his hand. He looked to be about thirty years old.

A little further behind him, there were not only several tents, but also some mules and horses, and a steaming German dining car. Around the dining car, there were some soldiers in German uniforms lining up with lunch boxes.

Waiting for lunch.

Not far away from him was hanging upside down from the branch of another tree, covered with whip marks all over his body.

"Where are your companions? Where is your camp?" the man in front of him, who maintained a Slavic squatting posture, asked in Russian.

It would be nice if you could speak German...

Wei Ran muttered to himself and asked feebly, "Did you save me?"

"I'm asking you." As the man holding the pipe spoke, he picked up a riding crop that was on hand.

"Bring me a cigarette," Wei Ran asked feebly, "I don't want to die, I will take you to find the camp."

Hearing this, the man in front of him immediately brightened up. He quickly put down the riding crop he had just picked up, took out a pack of R6 cigarettes produced in Germany from his pocket, took one out and stuffed it into Wei Ran's mouth, and then continued.

He took out a pack of matches and lit them for him.

"What's your name? Which guerrilla group do you belong to?" the man asked impatiently.

"I also want to use the information I know in exchange for some credit."

Wei Ran took a puff of his cigarette and pointed at Father Dofero not far away with his chin, "I know him. Is he still alive?"

"That old guy didn't even want to say his name." The man who lit Wei Ran's cigarette snorted rather angrily.

"His name is Sasha"

Wei Ran took a long drag on his cigarette and mused, "He's just a farrier. My friend, what's your name?"

"Are you trying to trick me?" the pipe-smoking man asked warily.

"Ah!"

Wei Ran twisted his body and said sarcastically, "Friend, I am tied up, and is your name an important secret? I have to know how to call you, right? Also, my name is Culp, you

You can call me Culp."

"Shevchenko," replied the pipe-smoking man.

"What a bad person?" Wei Ran asked.

"Kiev native" Shevchenko replied.

"I've never been that far away..."

Wei Ran sighed, then puffed on his cigarette again, and said before the other party spoke, "I am willing to mark the guerrilla camp on the map. I am a communications soldier, but Shevchenko, I do not intend to take the credit."

I want to share it with you, so go find me a doctor and your commander."

"I'm the only one here who can communicate in German," Shevchenko reminded with narrowed eyes.

"I am the only one here willing to mark the location of the guerrilla camps."

Wei Ran took another long puff of cigarette and leaned against the tree trunk and replied, "I just want to survive, so you'd better call the doctor over."

After saying this, he blew out the butt of the cigarette in the direction of Dofero with a "pop!"

After a moment of hesitation, Shevchenko finally stood up and walked to a tent not far away.

"Do you want to be a traitor?" Father Dofero, who was hanging upside down not far away, asked weakly.

"How were you arrested?" Wei Ran did not answer his question, but instead asked his inner doubts.

"My mule was hit by them," Dofero took a breath and continued, "Without the mule, how far can I run?"

"It seems we won't survive," Wei Ran said calmly, leaning against the tree trunk.

"Death is already a luxury," Father Dofero replied feebly, but the relaxed tone was somewhat contradictory to the content of the words.

"I will help you realize your wish..."

Wei Ran, who was still observing the surroundings, responded with a voice that only he could hear, and the two of them fell silent one after another.

After a while, Shevchenko came over with two German soldiers, helped Wei Ran untie the rope from his body, and helped him walk into a tent not far away.

The tent was quite simple. A table, four chairs and a burning cast-iron stove occupied the main place. On the table, there was a map and a kerosene lamp.

And sitting on a chair facing the door was a man wearing a German uniform, with a standard Prussian hazelnut haircut, and an honor scar remaining on one cheek.

After glancing at the opponent's captain rank without leaving any trace, Wei Ran let the two soldiers help him to a chair.

"Shevchenko, is that German coffee? Can you pour me a cup?" Wei Ran asked, pointing to the steaming coffee pot on the cast iron stove not far away.

The German captain sitting opposite waved his hand before Shevchenko spoke, personally took out a coffee cup from a wooden box in the corner, poured Wei Ran a cup of coffee himself, and threw two more pills into it.

Sugar cube, and then said something slowly.

Although Wei Ran could not understand the German for the time being, Shevchenko ran out immediately, and not long after, he invited a military doctor, who also brought Wei Ran a woolen coat.

"That's good enough," Wei Ran muttered to himself in his native language.

"What did you say?" Shevchenko asked subconsciously.

"I said, that's enough." When Wei Ran said this, he pointed to the map spread on the table with his left hand.

His directional movement not surprisingly caused the captain opposite and Shevchenko to look at the map on the table and the hand pressing on the map.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Then, they saw that the hand seemed to be magic, and a Nagant revolver suddenly appeared!

"boom!"

Wei Ran, who was sitting on the chair, didn't even get up, so he pulled the trigger and hit the captain in the chest with the first bullet.

Almost at the same time that the trigger rebounded, he used all his strength and kicked the knee of the military doctor next to him hard.

"Click! Bang!"

There was a slight sound of bone cracking and a second shot that followed. The military doctor was also shot in the chest. At the same time, Wei Ran also used the kick he just kicked out to fall to the side of the chair.

He fell down and at the same time pointed the muzzle of his pistol at the two soldiers who were standing behind them and were carrying Mauser rifles.

At this time, one of the two soldiers subconsciously wanted to hold Wei Ran down, but was unable to do so because he fell to the ground early. The other, not knowing what he was thinking, actually took off his rifle and was trying to pull away in a panic.

The bolt is pushing the bullet into the chamber.

"Bang! Bang!"

Two consecutive gunshots killed the two guards, but the guard didn't pay any attention to Shevchenko who rolled and crawled out. Instead, he rolled over the table and then opened the gap at the bottom of the tent.

"Dad! Goodbye!"

Wei Ran shouted, and when the other party responded with a cheerful "goodbye", he pulled the trigger towards him!

"Bang!" At the same time as the fifth gunshot was fired, a rich white light also emerged from Wei Ran's field of vision.

But before the white light dissipated, he heard the cheerful music played by the harmonica and a chorus singing along with the music.

Blinking his eyes hard, when he saw everything around him clearly, he found that he was sitting on the edge of a bonfire.

This small bonfire drove away the man-eating night and the colder chill than before, and also allowed him to see clearly that the person playing the harmonica was a young girl he had never seen before, but she was wearing the uniform of a Soviet female soldier.

, the singers were Fras, David and a few other people he had never seen before.

Looking down at himself, he saw that his attire was not much different from before. It was just that he had an extra set of cotton-padded clothes under his cloak and a canvas ammunition box around his waist that could hold a total of 18 German signal flares in three rows.

Apart from this change, he still has the German-produced flare gun on his belt, an MP40 submachine gun at his hand, and even the military horse standing under a birch tree not far behind him.

——Behind its butt, it was also dragging a sledge loaded with something unknown.

I pinched my right shoulder without leaving any trace. Fortunately, I still had feeling in my right hand, but the injured area still hurt when I touched it. It was obvious that it hadn't completely healed yet.

He had just confirmed his physical condition, and Fras and the people he didn't know before had just finished singing the song.

"Victor, shall we set off?"

Flass stood up as he spoke. At the same time, the female soldier he had never seen before also handed over the blues harmonica that originally belonged to Wei Ran.

"Then let's go," Wei Ran responded while taking over the harmonica.

Before he finished speaking, men and women dressed in various styles stood up one after another under the surrounding pine trees.

Some of these people looked to be only seventeen or eighteen years old, while others were already over fifty and had gray hair on their temples.

Some of them were wearing the uniforms of the Soviet Red Army, some were wearing coarse cloth clothes, and some were carrying medicine boxes of various styles, but all of them had a Red Cross printed on them.

There was no order at all, and these people did not gather together. Instead, they spread out as much as possible, pulling out sledges dragged by mules and horses from all over the forest.

Some of these sledges contained ammunition boxes, some contained anti-tank guns, various machine guns, and some simply contained several sacks filled with grain, or oil drums with a capacity of 200 liters, or even radio stations and power generators.
To be continued...