When the white light faded, Wei Ran found himself once again in Clara Edelweiss' dream farm, sitting at the small table again.

Amidst the rustling sound, he also saw a new line of text written by the metal quill pen on the page:

Act 4

Role identity: Anti-Union fighter Wei Ran

Return mission: Escort the wounded and intelligence to escape from the encirclement

Sure enough, it's not over yet?

As Wei Ran sighed inexplicably with relief, he also saw something that could be used this time in the rich white light.

However, contrary to his expectations, the things he could use this time were particularly special. In addition to Robert's camera bag, Long March shoulder pole and British army kettle that appeared in the previous scenes, this time he also had Mauser bayonets and Soviet troops.

The cloak, German marching boots, and even the Bobosha submachine gun and German medical kit were all generously given to him!

Is this a good thing or a bad thing?

Before he could figure it out, as the white light faded, he first smelled the unique smell of the humus layer, followed closely by the unique buzzing sound of mosquitoes flapping their wings, and the sound of rushing water.

When his vision returned to normal, the first thing he saw was a bonfire lit only one meter away in front of him.

Above the bonfire, there was also an enamel pot with a strong Soviet style and an enamel kettle that seemed to be a set. Both containers were filled with boiling water.

On the other side of the bonfire, no more than five meters away, was a gurgling stream.

Looking around, the biting black horse was tied to the trunk of a birch tree covered with yellow leaves by the stream.

Hu Bazhi's big white mule and two other big black horses were tied to the trunks of several other trees not far away. He could even recognize that those two horses were the two awesome sons of Cao Da's shopkeeper.

mount!

Looking at myself again, I saw on my feet a pair of cloth shoes that were almost worn out.

He was wearing a set of straw-yellow, patched unlined upper garments and unlined trousers, and his waist was still tied with a nine-dragon belt. This nine-dragon belt not only held a box cannon, but also used a homemade leather sheath to fix the Hu Ba Zhi.

The set of eating knives given to him.

I walked quickly to the biting horse and took a look. The biting black horse was still in good spirits, and the Japanese Type 44 cavalry rifle was still stuck in the gun bag.

In the bulging saddlebags, in addition to some fine materials for the horses, there was also an empty Japanese lunch box, a stack of letters and five or six Soviet lemon hand grenades wrapped with thin cotton thread.

Looking at the other two black horses, one of them has a horse ring in the gun bag, and the other has a flower trap from Daku Factory and several magazines filled with bullets.

On the sledge pulled by the big white mule, there was not only another flower trap, but also a saber that Wei Ran was very familiar with.

The most important thing was that there was a man lying on the sledge that he had never seen before. This man was unshaven and pale, and his breathing was extremely weak.

Lifting off the Japanese marching blanket covering him, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh.

The wounded man's body was covered with wounds of various sizes that had been treated, and his left leg had been amputated from the middle of his calf.

But even so, he is still not out of danger. Who is he? Who is the owner of the three animals? Hu Bazhi or Zhao Jinyu?

While Wei Ran was thinking about it secretly, he did not delay at all. He covered the unconscious wounded man with a blanket and then retreated to a distance. He took out the things that could be used this time from the metal book and checked them quickly.

The news is mixed. There is no spare film in the camera bag except for the film in the camera itself, and the water bottle is also empty.

But the box cannon that came with the Long March pole and even the drum of the Bobosha were all filled with bullets.

But there was neither precious penicillin nor plasma powder in the medical kit, and even the medicines were not very complete.

It can be said that in addition to a complete set of surgical instruments, this huge medicine box only has a few pitiful tubes of anesthetics.

Putting away the medicine box, he finally took out the Mauser bayonet and inspected the sharp edge. Wei Ran decisively kicked off the tattered thousand-layer cloth shoes on his feet, put on the German marching boots, and fixed the original ones on the Kowloon Belt.

The cooking knife on top was stuffed into the boot.

Just at this time, there was a rustling sound coming from the direction of the stream. Wei Ran reacted very quickly and hid behind a nearby pine tree, and at the same time he pulled out the box cannon attached to the Kowloon Belt.

"Where's Brother Wei?"

Almost immediately, he heard Zhao Jinyu's muttering.

"Here"

Wei Ran greeted him, put away his gun and responded at the same time. After a second's pause, he stepped out from behind the tree trunk.

It had been an unknown amount of time since I last saw Zhao Jinyu, and he had already grown a beard. He was also carrying a string of plump forest frogs and a fish as big as an arm.

Fortunately, he seemed to be in good health, and his clothes were similar to mine.

Looking at the two people following him, they turned out to be Qiu Yongwu and Xiao Si'er!

The two young men looked much stronger. Qiu Yongwu was carrying a Japanese canvas bucket in his hand. The bucket also contained some herbs that Wei Ran might or might not recognize.

The fourth boy carried a lot of firewood on a stick, and had an extra saw on his waist.

"How are the injured comrades doing?"

As Zhao Jinyu spoke, he had already slammed the prey he was carrying on the tree trunk, then threw the fish to his feet and put the bunch of fainted forest frogs into the enamel pot of boiling water.

The pot started to boil.

"Still in a coma"

Wei Ran sighed, "He needs to receive formal treatment as soon as possible."

"Then we can only wait until we go back."

As Zhao Jinyu spoke, he had already lifted up the forest frog, then picked up the enamel pot, poured out the boiling water and walked towards the stream.

"Let me boil some more herbs for him, maybe it will be useful."

As Qiu Yongwu spoke, he pulled out a small casserole from the corner of the sledge.

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As Xiao Si'er spoke, he put down the firewood he had brought back, took out the horse's four rings from the gun bag of a black horse, carried it on his shoulders, and carried an extra canvas bucket into the forest.

"How many days do we have before we can go out?" Wei Ran said, picked up the fish and walked to the stream, took out his Mauser bayonet and began to scrape the scales and open the guts.

"If you don't say anything, it will take four or five days."

While Zhao Jinyu was scrubbing those forest frogs, he asked, "Brother Wei, how long do you think he can last?"

“Hard to say”

Wei Ran shook his head. It's really hard to say. If he could be injected with penicillin, he would have a great chance of surviving, but right now... he might die of infection at any time.

"Let's continue walking after we have eaten." Zhao Jinyu sighed, his tone full of exhaustion and unconcealable anxiety.

"I don't know what happened to the others." Wei Ran also sighed, deliberately leading the conversation.

"Who are you talking about?" Zhao Jinyu asked.

"Who else could it be?" Wei Ran continued to lead the other party to reveal something on this topic in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You haven't contacted them for a long time, right?" Zhao Jinyu asked.

"yes"

Wei Ran sighed, "It's been a while. If you know, please tell me one by one."

"Who should we start with?" Zhao Jinyu asked after a moment of silence.

"Let's start with Li Wangchuan. Do you have any news about him?"

"have"

Zhao Jinyu nodded, with a smile on his face, "According to my sister's letter, after he recovered from his injury, he married my brother-in-law's sister Qinghe. The old man of the Ma family also

To Xiaobai, Xiaobai, do you remember?"

"Remember, Bai Yuguang, your brother-in-law's groom back then."

"Yes, that's him."

Zhao Jinyu stopped what he was doing, put the cleaned forest frogs in his hand into the enamel pot that was brought to him, then casually wiped his hands on his pants and took out a pack of cigarettes.

After taking one out and stuffing it into Wei Ran's mouth and lighting it for him, he lit another one for himself, and then continued while puffing and puffing, "My sister told Xiao Bai about a daughter-in-law.

The old man of the Ma family allowed them to get married in the old house of the Ma family, and Lao Bai caught up with them at that time, but guess what happened?"

"Tell me? Is this a pretense?" Wei Ran, who was busy handling the fish, asked in confusion.

"On the night of the wedding, Brother Li and Sister-in-law Qinghe ran away with Xiaobai and the others." Zhao Jinyu said overjoyed.

"Run away? Where did he go?" Wei Ran asked in shock, and at the same time, he subconsciously thought of his previous dream.

"Yan'an"

Zhao Jinyu said with a smile, "They wrote letters to my sister after they got there, and they have kept in touch with each other through letters intermittently over the years.

According to what Brother Wangchuan said in his letter, he and Xiaobai joined the cavalry regiment of the New Fourth Army, and they have been trying to invite me to join their cavalry regiment for the past few years."

"What's your plan?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

“Nothing planned”

Zhao Jinyu replied calmly, "It is a difficult time here. If I leave at this time, how can I be worthy of Xiaohu Ban..."

At this point, Zhao Jinyu suddenly stopped, and Wei Ran couldn't help but tremble, stopped what he was doing and turned around to look over.
To be continued...