The young girl who jumped again took advantage of the opportunity to wave to herself and pulled the trigger.

"Click"

With the faint sound of the shutter, Wei Ran finally took his first solo photo.

Moving the "gun" to the surface of the lake, Seryozha had already picked up the first fish with the net. The net was dripping with water drops, just like the old face of Seryozha's father.

The smile blooming on her face is as clear as ever.

"Click" Weiran pulled the trigger for the second time and took the second solo photo.

By the time he slowly put away the camera, Seryozha had already caught the fourth fish.

It's a pity that these fish are not big in size, at least far from Wei Ran's psychological expectations.

Ignoring Seryosha who was still busy catching fish that had slipped through the net, Wei Ran had already turned around and walked towards the shack. He wanted to make enough canned fish as soon as possible during the day and try to finish it tonight.

The task of hunting 20 kilograms of fish meat.

Returning to the edge of the cemetery, Wei Ran happened to see the little soldier Vasily who was using a small sledge to dump stones under the forked birch tree.

Before the other party could react, Wei Ran took out his Rolleiflex dual reflex camera and took a photo of the other party, then asked, "Vasily, what are you busy with?"

"Collect rocks, comrade reporter."

Vasily replied seriously, "These stones are used to build tombs for the sacrificed people. This is my job."

"Can I borrow some rocks?" Wei Ran asked.

"sure"

Vasily nodded very generously, "Just use it, I can find more stones."

"Can you help deliver it to the door of my shack?" Wei Ran asked rather aggressively.

"no problem"

Vasily nodded, then took out a triangular letter from his pocket and handed it over, pointing to the fork of the birch tree and said, "Can you help me put the letter into the mailbox?

I can't reach that high yet. If you can help me, I don't have to step on the rocks to climb up. This tree is too thick, I can't even hug it, and I can't climb up at all."

"mailbox?"

Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, stepped on the stones under the tree and stood on tiptoe to glance at the birch branch.

There was indeed something there. It was a metal ammunition box for a Maxim machine gun. Due to the angle, the ammunition box lay across the fork of the birch tree, and could not be seen at all when standing under the tree.

I tried to pull it, but it seemed that the metal box was nailed to the branch of the tree and could not be removed at all.

Wei Ran stood on tiptoe and opened the lid of the box. Wei Ran couldn't help but be startled. There was a small transparent glass jar in the box, and the jar was already half full of triangular letters.

There is also a note on the inside of the glass jar facing outward, which says in Russian, "Vasily's mailbox for mother. All letters will be delivered after the war is over."

In addition, a German tin gas mask can was stuffed in the rest of the space in the box. This can contained various Soviet badges, rings, and even identity capsules.

Looking back at Vasily who was standing on tiptoe under the tree looking at him eagerly, Wei Ran pursed his lips and opened the glass lid of the can, threw the triangular letter in his hand, and fastened it carefully.

Lid.

When he closed the metal lid of this special mailbox again, a bright smile appeared on Vasily's cold and red face, "Thank you, comrade reporter, I will send you the stone you asked for right away."

"Do you often write letters to your mother?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the other person towards his shack.

"I write every day, but I only put the letter in once a week."

Vasily explained proudly, "My mother is a traffic officer on the ice highway. She is on duty with a signal light not far from us every night. Sometimes my brother Yuri will secretly take me to sit on the guard tower.

In a moment, let me look for my mother's signal light."

"Can you find so many traffic lights?" Wei Yan asked, suppressing the soreness in his throat.

"Of course!"

Vasily said firmly, "The brightest signal light must be my mother's. She promised me that she would not leave the island too far. She would also adjust the signal light to the brightest and let me stand on it."

You can see it from the guard tower."

"I also went to the watch tower last night."

Wei Ran told the cruel lie with the most sincere attitude, "At that time, I was still curious why there was a signal light so bright. It turned out that it belonged to your mother."

"Did you see it too?" Vasily asked in surprise.

"Of course, of course I saw it."

Wei Ran said firmly, "I'm not blind, I can see even with my eyes closed."

These exaggerated words immediately made Vasily laugh out loud, and Wei Ran also sighed inwardly. This may be a secret and lie kept jointly by the militiamen on the island.

"Should I unload the stones here?" Vasily asked as he walked to the door of Wei Ran's shack.

"Yes, let me do it."

As Wei Ran spoke, he overturned the opponent's small sledge and dumped all the few stones inside at the door.

"Do you need me to help you pick up more rocks?" Vasily patted the small hammer on his waist, "I know where the most rocks are."

"That's enough"

Wei Ran helped the other party put on the leather hat on his head, squatted down and said, "Vasily, what I am going to do next will be a little dangerous, so if I didn't call you, how about you stay away from this shack? I

Worried that it will hurt you."

"Comrade Victor, you must also pay attention to your safety." Vasily said seriously.

"I will pay attention to safety"

Wei Ran promised with a smile, and then as if by magic, he took out the pen from the metal book and handed it to the other party, "I'll give you this pen. You can use it to write letters to your mother."

"It's a pen!"

Vasily's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "Is it okay? I have wanted a pen for a long time! My father promised me a pen before he died!"

"Okay, it will be yours from now on." Wei Ran said with a smile.

"Thank you, Comrade Victor!"

Vasily took the initiative to hug Wei Ran, stuffed the pen into the inner pocket of his coat, pulled his little sledge and left Wei Ran's shack happily.

"Hope you can survive..."

Wei Ran prayed feebly, bent down, picked up a few stones, held them in his arms, and carried the pack of canned bombs into the shack.

With the experience of the first fried fish can, Wei Ran moved much faster later, and added extra weighted stones and buoyant wooden sticks for pulling the rope on each one.

While he was busy making fishing tools, the cook Vlada also took the seven fish that Father Seryosha personally delivered to his door.

These seven fish are not big, the largest one is probably only one kilogram, and the smallest one is only the size of a palm, but it is enough for Vlada who is still worrying about dinner.

"This reporter is really good!"

Vlada said with satisfaction, "My Olga was praising his medical skills last night, God! No, what kind of treasure did Comrade Stalin give us? I was still despising him for occupying it last night.

The transport weight of the artillery shells."

"yes..."

Father Seryosha sighed, "Vlada, give Comrade Victor more rations for lunch. I have a hunch that he will become as important a person as Olga and Jonya."

"Then save some from my ration and give it to him," Vlada said matter-of-factly.

"Save some of mine for the injured Igor," Seryosha said, "I just need to drink some fish soup."

"Stop talking nonsense, you still have to command the children to fight."

Before he finished speaking, fisherman old Ivan had already walked in and said, "Save my share. Since comrade journalists have a way to catch fish, it doesn't matter if I eat less."

"I think comrade journalists might be able to keep us all satisfied."

Gunner Jiao Niya, who was helping the kitchen here, said, "Why don't you give comrade the reporter some time? I have a hunch that he will keep us all full."

"Are you in love with him?" Old Ivan asked with a laugh.

"I'm not that idiot Lisa"

Jonia rolled her eyes, "Before the war is over, I will not fall in love with anyone, including our comrade reporters and comrade Sentinel Yuri."

"Okay, stop talking about boring topics about love."

Seryozha glanced at the fish soup that was being served, "Just do what Jonia said, let's give the journalist comrade some time, maybe he can really fill our stomachs."

"Then it's settled"

Jiao Niya urged, "Okay, go and inform the people on duty during the day to come over for dinner, including our comrade reporters. In addition, I will send Sonia's meal to the sentry tower later."

"I'm going to inform them and send the reporter comrade's fish soup over there." Father Seryozha stood up before he finished speaking. After a moment of relief, he took a Soviet lunch box handed over by Zonia and turned around.

Walked out of the warm kitchen.

At the same time, Wei Ran had already made six or seven fried fish cans. At this time, he was sharpening the tree branches he had chopped back with his knife - he needed to make a slingshot as soon as possible to remove butterfly bombs.

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Exploding fish and hitting lotus flowers with a slingshot were his greatest pleasures as a child, and they were also the games where he was most likely to be beaten.
Chapter completed!