In the not-so-big village, Wei Ran carried all kinds of food and drinks he bought in the city with his hands, followed the man named Pyatov, and walked to the other end of the village while listening to him introduce himself.

The connection with this village.

It turns out that when I discovered the photo of the red flag on the Empire State Building and it was on the news, it was also the time when the battle here was the most difficult.

At that time, a young man named Wolovik started drawing it on the wall of his house for a week based on the photo Weiran found the next day after reading the news, and gave it to the village.

The people inside and the soldiers stationed here cheered up.

Unfortunately, when Weiran asked about the young man named Volovic, Piatov shook his head and stopped in front of a collapsed house.

"he died"

Piatov, who was also helping to carry a bag of things, pointed to the remaining half of the wall of the house and said, "The second week after he finished painting the painting, his house was destroyed by a shell fired from the opposite direction.

, he was also killed by the collapsed roof of that house."

Looking in the direction pointed by the other party, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh. Some remaining red paint could still be seen on the remaining walls of the house.

Following Pyatov, he continued to walk, and the latter led him to continue walking forward and said, "And our little angel Marta also said that she knows you, at least she often said that she once gave you something when she was studying abroad.

I have been translated, but we don’t believe it, she doesn’t even have a photo with you.”

"Marta?" Wei Ran was stunned, "Was she recruiting students to study abroad before?"

"Do you really know her?" Piatov turned and looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "We all thought she was telling lies."

"I know, she did translate Japanese for me." Wei Ran asked in surprise, "So Marta is from your village?"

"of course not"

Piatov waved his hand, "But since she returned from studying abroad, she has gone to the front line to treat injured soldiers. When she is not busy, she often comes to villages near the front line to provide free medical treatment. I was seriously injured by a stone before.

She helped me heal my toes.

Her parents also fought near here when they were alive, so most people in the surrounding villages know that kind girl."

As he said that, Piatov raised his finger and pointed in the southwest direction, and explained in a calm tone, "We are not even 5 kilometers away from the front line where the firefight is taking place. You must have seen the rockets in the farmland outside, right?

It was shot from the other side two days ago, and we haven't had time to clean it up yet."

"Why don't you move away?" Wei Ran asked almost subconsciously.

"Move away?"

Piatov asked even more matter-of-factly, "Why move? If we move, doesn't it mean that we are giving this place to them? This is our land, how can we move? And where can we move?"

Moscow?”

Hearing this, Wei Ran couldn't help but fell into silence. He didn't expect to meet someone who knew him here. He didn't expect to hear the deeds of the girl who had been an interpreter for him during the recruitment process. He didn't expect to be here.

He was so close to the front line, and he never expected that the other party would give such an irrefutable answer.

"Pyatov, tell me about the owner of that house." Wei Ran changed the subject.

"His name is Bogdan Kudlik"

Piatov flicked the butt of the cigarette that was about to burn the filter, puffed out the last puff of smoke and introduced, "Father Kudlik was a maintenance worker who worked in a coal mine when he was young. He was an outstanding worker who received the Labor Medal of Glory."

"What now?" Wei Ran asked, "Does he still have any family members?"

"Of course he is retired now. He has retired a long time ago. Even the coal mine where he worked has ceased production a long time ago."

Pyatov replied, "His son and daughter-in-law died on the front line about six years ago. Shortly after that, his grandson also died. Now only two people left in his family are him and his grandson.

I have a child and a dog.”

Having said this, Pyatov stopped in front of a small courtyard with wooden walls, and finally said in the threatening barking, "This is the home of Father Kudlik, please wait outside for a moment."

Hearing this, Wei Ran nodded and put down what he was carrying, relit a cigarette and waited patiently.

After a while, Piatov came out of the yard and said, "Victor, please come in with me."

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately put out his half-smoked cigarette, picked up his things again, and followed the other person into the not-so-large courtyard.

There are a total of two and a half low-rise houses in this yard. One of them is a house with double-glazed windows that is obviously used in winter. At the door of this house, there is a mottled guard dog tied.

But the glass on all the visible windows of this house has been shattered, and there is still a crack in the wall that is more than half a meter thick, which is enough to put a fist through.

Less than two meters away from it, on the other side, is a house that would be called an "inverted seat" in China.

This small house has thin walls and large windows. It was obviously lived in during the summer. However, although the walls of this house were not damaged, the window glass was also broken and was only sealed with translucent plastic sheets and wooden boards.

It barely blocked the still cold evening wind.

But what Wei Ran didn't expect was that Piatov did not lead him into either of the two houses, but instead walked towards the "half" house that was more like a pergola and a garage.

Following Pyatov through the cotton curtains and a thin iron door of the pergola, Wei Ran became more and more certain that this was a garage. There was even a dark green Lada car produced in the Soviet era parked inside.

On the right hand side, there is a vehicle repair ditch that is half covered by a steel plate.

And around the car and the repair ditch, against the wall, it looks like a small workshop, with some old metal processing equipment such as bench drills, small lathes, and vises.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Smiling apologetically at Wei Ran, Piatov walked into the repair ditch and opened a cotton curtain hanging on the edge of the steel plate.

"Thanks"

Wei Ran thanked him as usual, carried his things and bent down through the cotton curtain. He walked forward for less than a meter and then turned a 90-degree turn. He walked down the red brick steps and walked in.

The cellar was dimly lit.

There are wooden shelves on both sides of the cellar entrance, on which various homemade canned fruits and vegetables are placed in categories.

Passing through these two shelves and further inside, there is a small space of less than 20 square meters reinforced with logs and red brick pillars.

The floor of this small space is covered with wooden boards and relatively clean carpets. There are three single beds next to each other on both sides of the wall. In the middle is a wooden table with some food, drink and a bag of medicine.

On the red brick pillar next to the table, there is a metal lamp holder, with the only small light bulb screwed to it for lighting.

On the other side of the pillar, there was a small stove and a refrigerator that seemed to be produced in the Soviet era. On top of the refrigerator, there was a small color TV set.

At this time, under the light of this small light bulb, there were two little boys and a little girl, who looked to be less than ten years old, looking head to head at a storybook with colorful illustrations.

On the other side of the table, there was an old man sitting with his head and calves wrapped in gauze. The TV on top of the refrigerator next to him was playing news from Maozi Red Star Channel.

This old man looked to be in his seventies or eighties. He was tall and thin, wearing a pair of reading glasses on his face and holding a wooden walking stick in both hands.

"Dad, he is looking for you."

Piatov put the bag of food and drink he had brought in on the stove, and while busy putting the things in the bag that needed to be frozen into the almost empty refrigerator, he introduced Wei Ran's identity and purpose.

"Hello, young man, thank you for your gift." Mr. Kudlik said apologetically, "I broke my leg not long ago, so I won't stand up to greet you."

"It doesn't matter, just sit down." Wei Ran took a plastic stool handed by Piatov and sat down.

"Pyatov just said, do you have my father's relics?" Mr. Kudlik asked curiously.

"To be honest, I'm not sure."

As he spoke, Wei Ran took off the backpack he had been carrying, opened it, and took out the canvas pocket bag he had brought from the grave. He also took out the metal photo frame and handed it to the other party, "This is my only one."

clue."

After taking the photo frame, Mr. Kudlik raised it to his eyes and looked at it. Then he took out a small metal flashlight from his pocket and shined the beam on the photo frame.

After a long time, the old man turned off the flashlight and sighed, "I have seen this photo. It was a long time ago. I was not even as old as the two of them at that time. Let me think about it..."

As he spoke, the old man turned on the flashlight again. After looking around the room, which was not that big, he finally stopped at a box on the top of the shelf at the entrance. "Pyatov, help me move that box."

Come down, if I remember correctly, it should be there."

"I'll take it off right now"

Piatov responded, stepped on a stool and hurriedly moved down the box that seemed to have been used to hold ammunition.

At the same time, Mr. Kudlik also looked at the medals and pistols placed on the table by Wei Ran, "So, my father is really a frontline political commissar?"

"Why do you say that?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"When I can remember, World War II ended not long ago."

Mr. Kudlik recalled, leaning on the pillar behind him, "At that time, many of my peers around me had lost their families in that war. Some had only their fathers, some had only their mothers, and some, like me, were

An orphan without parents."

At this point, Mr. Kudlik took off his reading glasses, wiped them slowly with a pilled glasses cloth, and continued, "I grew up in an orphanage, and the only thing I know about my parents is

The only memory I have is that photo.

The teacher in the orphanage told me that my mother was an excellent teacher, but she was killed by the Germans to protect her students. My father was a heroic Soviet soldier, and he was also killed by the Germans.

After death, that's all I know."

Having said this, Kudlik put on his reading glasses again, and Pyatov also took off the locked ammunition box.

"I used this box as a safe, Piatov, you can't tell me." While saying this in a joking tone, the old man also took out the key and opened the small lock.

"I'm not curious about what treasures you have in your safe."

Piatov smiled and said, "Dad, you must not have eaten yet? How about I go home and get some food to send over? How about letting Victor and I have a drink with you in the evening? In addition, let these two

Let me go to my house and watch TV with my son, little guy?"

"Then I'll trouble you."
To be continued...