When the white light disappeared, he came to Edelweiss Clara's dream farm again. Once again he sat on the sofa beside the table.

Subconsciously he looked up and looked around. On the grass in the distance, Clara seemed to be jogging on the biting black horse. He could even vaguely hear her happy laughter.

Subconsciously, a smile appeared on his face, and then he rubbed his face vigorously and looked down at the metal book spread on the table.

At this time, the quill pen had already written lines of text:

act 2

Role identity:Military doctor Victor

Return mission: take at least two group photos, assist in the treatment of at least one Afghan man under the premise that killing is prohibited, complete a delivery, and ensure that the mother and child are safe.

Language mission: Survive to helicopter crash landing

Crash landing? Crash landing?!

"I'm going to fuck you two!"

As Wei Ran cursed, intense white light swept over him again, allowing him to see something that could be used this time.

He didn't know whether he should be lucky or not. There weren't many props available this time, including a wine bottle, a paratrooper's gravity knife, and a British army kettle. That was all. There were still no weapons.

When the white light suddenly disappeared, Wei Ran immediately noticed that he was in a small office. At this time, the rumbling noise of helicopter propellers could be heard outside the window from time to time.

He subconsciously looked around, and the first thing that caught his attention was a delicate and compact Gami 16mm micro camera placed on the table, as well as two large shoulder bag-style medical bags issued by the Soviet army during this period.

Subconsciously holding the crucial camera in his hand, Wei Ran looked around and saw that there was no one else in the room, so he immediately checked the miniature camera in his hand.

After confirming that there was film in the camera, he immediately put it into his pocket as quickly as possible, and then took a look at himself and the surrounding environment.

He was wearing a full set of Afghan cards, a faux velvet Shapka military cap on his head, and a pair of very contemporary double-buckle lace-up hiking boots made by Jack Slowdown on his feet.

While there was still time, he rummaged through this small office as quickly as possible.

In the three drawers of the desk, there are several spare 16mm films in sealed tubes, a bottle of vodka and several bottles of glucose for injection. There is also a 6B5 bulletproof vest hanging on the hanger next to the desk.

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Although this body armor was extremely heavy, he put it on after thinking for less than a second.

After putting on his body armor, Wei Ran immediately unscrewed the bottle of vodka that belonged to someone he didn't know and filled up his personal flask. Then he opened two more bottles of glucose, filled up the British army's water bottle and took back the metal book.

It wasn't over yet. He first stuffed a few spare rolls of film into his pocket, and then put some in each of the two medical bags.

By the way, he also roughly checked the two medical kits.

Fortunately, it seems that the place has been adjusted according to actual needs. It does not contain useless three-proof medicine. Instead, it contains an extra set of surgical instruments.

Just at this moment, the door was pushed open from the outside. A soldier saluted hastily and said hurriedly, "Comrade Victor, there is an emergency rescue mission. The convoy transporting supplies was attacked and there were heavy casualties. We need to mobilize some troops here."

The military doctor went over to help."

"no problem"

Wei Ran immediately put the two medical bags on both sides of his body, and asked at the same time, "Am I the only one?"

"It's Comrade Kirill Polyakov's application. He is too busy to do it himself."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The soldier led Wei Ran out and said, "The new trauma doctor."

"How do we get there?" Wei Ran asked as he stood up.

"He has been following the helicopter to participate in the on-site rescue," explained the soldier running in front, "you just need to follow him."

The question and answer session was here, and the two of them ran out of the corridor of this suspected hospital one after another. Wei Ran also saw a Mi-24 armed helicopter in the distance preparing to take off.

At this time, there was a man wearing an Afghan uniform like him, but without a body armor, who seemed to be holding a camera and was looking for someone to take pictures for them.

"Colonel Victor!"

The four people who were about to take a group photo saluted Wei Ran. Obviously, he was probably the only one with the highest military rank at the scene.

"Are you planning to take a group photo?" Wei Ran asked after raising his hand in return.

"right"

A military doctor named Kirill was the first to explain, "They and I have been on several missions together, and we take a group photo before each departure."

"Let me take pictures for you"

Wei Ran said, "We'll talk about the rest after we fly."

"yes!"

Kirill immediately raised his chest and raised his head in a meticulous salute. At the same time, he also led the other three crew members, who were wearing flying objects and seemed to have a faint smell of alcohol on their bodies, to follow suit and raise their hands in salute.

"This is a battlefield. Even if it's to let me live a few more days, don't salute again."

Wei Ran said as he took the camera handed to him by the other party. Both expected and unexpectedly, the other party did not use the Kiev 30, which was relatively cheaper and easier to obtain, but the same camera he had just discovered in the office.

Model, gami16 mini camera produced by Italy.

"View through here and press here to shoot." If the archive records of later generations are accurate, Kirill, who was already 24 years old at this time, helped Wei Ran point to the shutter of the camera. He was also the youngest of the four missing people.

"Hurry up and stand up, and then I'm going to take pictures of you."

As he spoke, Wei Ran raised his camera, gathered the four people side by side, and pressed the shutter towards them.

Conveniently, he clicked the shutter button at the pilot and the gunner respectively. He then closed the camera's winding cover and returned it to Kirill. At the same time, he asked, "What are we waiting for now?"

"This helicopter just returned from its last mission half an hour ago. It has just been refueling and is now waiting for the plasma to be delivered. Please come up first. We will start the propeller soon."

The person who answered this question was the co-pilot or mechanic of the armed helicopter, and the target person that Weihan was looking for when entering this historical segment, Ruslan Petrov.

"In this case, let's go up first and then talk."

With that said, Wei Ran grabbed the other person's outstretched hand and entered the cabin, which was still filled with the smell of blood and disinfectant. There were bloodstains on the floor of the cabin that had not yet been cleaned up. On the other side of the cabin door that had not yet been opened,

, three AK74 assault rifles are also fixed.

Just as Ruslan dragged Kirill into the cabin, the helicopter also started to start up under the power of the ground power supply. At the same time, Weiyan was also looking at Kirill and Ruslan.

The former, 34 years old, was wearing a Soviet flight uniform and a khaki survival vest containing several 45-round magazines, a water bottle, grenades, a first-aid kit and other items.

Wei Ran especially noticed that there seemed to be a slender wine bottle stuffed in the pocket of his survival vest, which was used to hold the hand-held flame signal stick. This may also be the source of the alcohol smell permeating his body.

On his right thigh, a hard cowhide holster was fixed with a belt, which contained the silenced APB submachine pistol he saw in later generations.

Looking at Kirill, who has very few records in later archives, his appearance compared to his own only lacked a body armor and a medical bag slung on his left and right sides.

Just at this moment, several soldiers ran over, first handed Kirill two medical bags, and then handed over a canvas bag containing bags of plasma.

"Get ready! The journey begins!"

As Rust shouted, the helicopter door was closed, and Weiyan also put on the communication headset handed over by Kirill.

Almost at the same time, the Mi-24 also roughly took off into the air, joined another armed helicopter and left the base.

"Comrade Major, please let me introduce the situation first."

In the communication headset, mechanic Ruslan spoke, and after Weiran nodded, he continued, "Just now, our convoy was attacked by guerrillas. It is said that the casualties were very heavy. Kirill alone may not be enough.

So I can only thank you for traveling with us."

"It doesn't matter"

Wei Ran pressed the microphone next to his mouth and responded, "Then who will introduce you? I should know how to call you."

"Let me do it"

Kirill grabbed the topic, "From the front to the back, our gunner was Kanzat Pliyev. You can tell from his first and last name that he is from Chechnya."

"Grozny, Comrade Major." Kanzate said through the communication headset, "When we leave Afhan, you are always welcome to visit Grozny."

“I will definitely go if I have the chance.”

Wei Ran suppressed his tears and replied that he went to Grozny, but when he went there the people there were too hospitable.

"Then there is our pilot Ivan Rodkin, he is from Yipburg, and his son is 14 years old."

"Comrade Major, you are welcome to ride on the armed helicopter I pilot."

The 40-year-old pilot said, "I know, you must be wondering why there is Ivan here."

"I know at least five hundred Ivans and five hundred Sashas." Wei Ran also made a joke that was no longer a joke.

"Me too," the pilot said with a laugh, "my son is also named Ivan."

"Every time we get a new passenger on the plane he keeps saying the same old thing."

Mechanic Ruslan said, reaching out to Wei Ran and shaking his hand, "I am Ruslan Petrov, I am from Minsk."

"Victor, from Kazan." Wei Ran simply introduced himself.

"We know you"

Gunner Kanzate laughed and said, "Kirill often said that he had a senior veterinary surgeon who was very quick at first aid on the spot. He also said that only if he followed could he save more wounded this time."

"So that senior veterinary surgeon is me?" Wei Ran pointed at himself pretending to be confused, and at the same time he mentally greeted the missing metal book.

"My name is Kirill Polyakov"

Kirill shook hands with Wei Ran in the cabin and said, "I also graduated from the First Moscow State Hospital."
To be continued...