He didn't even know that Vasily had already put enough pressure on the gas lamp, and that there was a box of matches stolen from the kitchen hidden in his gloves.

No one knew what this little boy, who was only about ten years old, was going to do. He was just directing the direction in which Wei Ran should run with a young but calm voice.

A hundred or ten meters after leaving the island, Wei Ran saw a white figure throwing himself to the ground.

He was wearing a white Mazari robe, and the oil lamp he was holding was leaning diagonally into the snow at hand.

His other hand had thrown off the thick mittens, and instead held a Nagant revolver, and even his commander pulled the trigger.

But he could no longer pull the trigger. His finger and the trigger were frozen together. The wound on his thigh where he was hit by the aircraft machine gun was also frozen with the edge of his robe and cotton pants.

But even so, he was still carrying a rope.

The other end of the rope was tied to a tattered gun shield, and there were only two boxes of ammunition placed on the gun shield.

He is Seryosha, the captain of this militia, a veteran left over from the First World War.

"Seryozha?"

Wei Ran turned him over and wiped the frozen snow and ice off his face with his gloves. Fortunately, he was still alive and breathing.

"for..."

"What did you say?" Wei Ran moved his ear closer to the other person's mouth.

"For...me...our...Lenin...Grad..."

Struggling to say this in the smallest volume, Wei Ran also noticed that the other party's breathing had stopped. When he turned around, Seryosha had stopped breathing, and the oil lamp in his hand also extinguished the last trace of fire.

.

"Seryozha? Seryozha?"

Wei Ran called softly twice, then with difficulty he picked up this almost weightless man, put him on the gun mantlet, picked up the rope and threw it over his shoulder, and walked towards the small house as quickly as possible.

The remaining anti-aircraft artillery positions on the island.

When he pulled Seryosha, pulled the ammunition, and pulled the gun shield to climb back onto the island, he saw the shadowy Vasily on the tree, and saw Zonya standing outside the artillery position not far away.

"Father Seryozha died"

Wei Ran stopped and said, "But he brought the artillery shield and two boxes of ammunition."

"Olga, go bury him."

Jonya glanced at the body of Father Seryosha and said almost numbly, "Victor, help me install the gun mantlet. This may allow us to shoot down a few more planes."

"good"

Wei Ran and Olga accepted Jonia's order in unison.

Helping Olga put Father Seryosha's body on a sleigh that had just been used to transport ammunition, Wei Ran and Ruslan, who looked a little depressed, struggled to lift the heavy gun shield with a wooden pole.

, put it on the artillery piece, and let Zionia use the screws or even wires screwed on the gun mantlet to install it on their artillery piece.

"I don't know if I'm pretending to be right, but it looks like I can at least stop some bullets."

After finishing her work, Jonia said with satisfaction, "Comrades, we must shoot down more planes before everyone dies!"

"Ula!" Ruslan was the first to respond, waving his only remaining arm.

"Ula!"

Wei Ran, Olga who ran back from the cemetery, and Vasily on the tree in the distance all shouted encouraging slogans together.

"Now that the journalist comrade has taken over Uncle Ivan's job, we need to continue practicing." Jonia said immediately.

"Please wait for me for a moment"

As Wei Ran spoke, he ran towards the cemetery between the camps. At the same time, he took out the camera, put the last film that was about to be filled into the sealed tube, and then took out the last film from the gun camera.

Installed in a sealed cylinder.

After he finished all this, he ran to the forked birch tree, climbed up on the stones left here, and threw the last two rolls of negatives into Vasily's mailbox as quickly as possible——

He also saw the slingshot he made here, which Vasily probably put in.

After placing the box containing the gun camera on the tree, Wei Ran ran back to the artillery position without any burden.

"Let's get started. There are no reporters now, only militiamen Victor." Wei Ran said seriously.

Jonia nodded and said concisely, "In addition to pressing the fire pedal to fire, your task is to follow Ruslan's command and turn the anti-aircraft artillery."

"I will use my left and right to command you. I will keep turning until I shout to stop," Ruslan added.

"Let's try it," Jonia said.

However, before everyone could respond and get ready, Vasily on the guard tower blew the whistle again and shouted in a young duck voice, "Attention! West by north! The plane is coming! West by north!"

Notice!"

"Move!"

Jonia first picked up the rangefinder she had been carrying and started to calculate, "Elevation 1500!"

"Elevation 1500!"

Olga and Ruslan responded together.

"Bearing 30!"

"Bearing 30! Turn right! Turn! Turn! Turn! Turn!"

Under Ruslan's shout, the guardsmen pushed the anti-aircraft artillery and started to rotate.

"Stop! Fire!"

Before Ruslan finished speaking, Wei Ran, who almost tripped over the artillery frame, immediately pressed the fire pedal!

"Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Amidst the deafening sound of artillery, shells were fired into the night sky one after another, and Olga immediately stuffed the new magazine into it.

"Dodge!"

Zonia shouted and squatted down holding her rangefinder. At the same time, Olga also squatted down, leaving only Wei Ran hiding behind the artillery shield and Ruslan on the other side.

They did not leave their respective positions, nor did they stop the artillery.

In a moment of clanking sounds, dense bullets hit the artillery shield. Ruslan was still directing the guards to fire while turning the artillery.

Finally, they survived the first round of attacks, and the Stukas also lined up and shot into the night sky!

"Du! Du! Du! Du!"

Just at this moment, Vasily on the treetop blew his whistle, and Zonya looked over subconsciously!

But soon, she was stunned. On the big tree that served as a sentry tower, a kerosene gas lamp emitting dazzling light had been lit!

"Bearing 220!"

Zonya was stunned for just a moment before shouting an order, and Ruslan immediately urged Weiran to turn the cannon to the left.

"Stop!" Ruslan's sudden shout caused Wei Ran to stop immediately, and the artillery pointed above the dazzling flames of the guard tower!

"No! Zonya! No!" Ruslan shouted in panic.

"Prepare to fire! I order you to prepare to fire!"

"Fire!" Ruslan desperately ordered Wei Ran.

When Wei Ran, who was immersed in pushing the artillery, subconsciously pressed the fire pedal and looked in the direction of the muzzle, he was stunned. Only then did he realize that that was the direction of the sentry tower!

"Chug tug tug!"

In an instant, the 25mm shells from the artillery and the bullets from the aircraft machine guns from the other direction were simultaneously aimed at the treetop where the guard tower was located.

In less than half a second, the gas lantern emitting ice-blue light was shattered by an aircraft machine gun. The diving bomber also collided head-on with a shell that flew horizontally less than five meters ahead of the guard tower.

!

In the next half second, the Stuka rushed towards the frozen lake on the other side of the island, but while the other plane was diving, it dropped a bomb directly towards Wei Ran and others.

Another bomb!

"I'm going to die..."
Chapter completed!