While chatting at a lowered volume, Wei Ran followed the guerrillas headed by Uncle Slava, turning left and right through the dense forest for more than an hour, and finally found a path less than two meters wide.

Stopped by the creek.

"Okay, we're here."

It was only then that Uncle Slava lit the kerosene lamp he had been carrying, and handed it to the young man Ivan who was in the period of changing his voice. "Go and take the reporter comrade to the shack where Gennahi lives. Remember to help

He lit the fire, found him two more animal skins, and got him a bucket of water."

"Follow me!" Young Ivan took the oil lamp, pulled Wei Ran and walked in one direction.

Glancing at the guerrillas behind him who were shrouded in darkness again, Wei Ran curiously asked in a low voice, "Ivan, who is Gennaxi?"

"He was also a guerrilla fighter. He died a week ago when we had a firefight with the German railway patrol." Ivan's tone contained a calmness and calmness that was inconsistent with his age. It seemed that this was important to him.

It has become a common thing to say.

Before Wei Ran could say anything, Ivan had already walked to the end of a slope only one meter wide and opened a small door made of wooden boards.

"Comrade reporter, you can go in and take a look first. I'll go find some blankets for you first..." As he said that, Ivan had already disappeared in the dark.

Wei Ran opened his mouth, but finally got into the damp shack with an oil lamp.

The environment here is definitely not good. In the small space, except for a simple fireplace made of stones on the wall facing the entrance, the remaining space can only accommodate a table less than one meter wide.

It's just a single bed and a small table made of ammunition boxes.

In addition, the height of this underground shack made it impossible for him to straighten his back. On the roof made of wrist-thick sticks and bark, there were several rotten clusters growing wantonly, exuding an unpleasant smell.

black mushrooms.

Putting the kerosene lamp on the table, Wei Ran lifted off the canvas blanket on the single bed. Under the blanket was a layer of moldy pine needles. Under the pine needles, there were several ammunition boxes of different sizes, and even under the pine needles.

At the crack in the wall, he could also see a snake struggling to swallow a mouse.

Shaking his head helplessly, he carefully moved away the ammunition boxes, then stepped on the snake's head, pinched the snake's tail and shook it hard, then took it out with a look of disgust.

"You are so lucky to have caught a snake." Ivan, who happened to be walking back with a roll of blankets in his arms, said with some envy, "It seems you can drink broth tomorrow."

"Use it?" Wei Ran asked, shaking the long animal in his hand.

"The mice it caught were fat enough." When Ivan said this, it didn't sound like he was joking at all.

"Is your food so short?" Wei Ran said, throwing the snake he was carrying on the tree trunk next to him, and then handed it to Ivan, "I'll give it to you."

"Thanks!"

Ivan happily accepted the gift and then explained, "Food, ammunition and medicine have always been a big problem. If sister Alyssa hadn't sent some food back by plane from time to time, we would have all been hungry.

abdomen."

"Help me find some firewood." Wei Ran stopped the topic temporarily, "How about you take me for a walk around after daybreak?"

"Of course, I'll bring the firewood later!" After Ivan finished speaking, he took the snake and trotted away again.

Soon after, Ivan and another little boy who looked to be about the same age each brought a large bundle of firewood and piled it near the pine tree at the entrance of the shack. In addition, they also brought an ax and a drop.

A porcelain enamel kettle filled with water, and a cup carved from wood.

After sending the two young men away, Wei Ran got back into the shack carrying a kerosene lamp and a bundle of firewood, and conveniently closed the wooden door that was also moldy.

Pouring a little kerosene from the kerosene lamp and igniting the bundle of firewood, Wei Ran had time to check his belongings.

Although the character this time was still a reporter, he did not have a camera at all. Fortunately, he found four films in sealed tubes from the satchel he had been carrying. In addition, in this bag

There was also a plastic book, four boiled potatoes, an unopened bottle of vodka, and a bar of soap in an iron box.

Putting these things one by one in the ammunition box that he brought, Wei Ran bent over and got out of the shack and looked outside. Then he closed the door again and started to try to take things out of the metal book.

The news is mixed, and there are quite a few things that can be taken out this time. Whether it's a pistol, a semi-automatic rifle, the anti-tank gun, a double-lens reflex camera, or the three oil drums containing fuel, fresh water, and vodka, etc.

It can be taken out successfully.

But the most critical medical kit, as well as the food box filled with chocolates and spare pistol ammunition, cannot be taken out at all. In addition, half-track motorcycles, gasoline stoves, platoon boats and other items that cannot be taken out are also not available.

Guqin of great use.

Not to mention disappointed, Weiran loaded the Rolleiflex with film, and also stuffed a box into the accessory bag. Finally, he put away everything including the camera, leaving only

Those bits and pieces just taken out of the canvas bag.

He took the time to clean up the rotten smelling pine needles and moldy canvas blankets on the bed. Wei Ran spread the two rabbit skin blankets that Ivan had just sent over them, and then took out the ones he got on the Rzhev battlefield.

The Soviet army's cloak was covered on his body, and while he was waiting for the dark night to pass, he was thinking about the arrangements after dawn.

At some point, Wei Ran, who had just closed his eyes to rest his mind, had fallen into a deep sleep. When he woke up again, the babbling songs of some children could be heard outside the wooden door.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Ran, who felt wet all over his body, stretched out and got up, opened the door and got out of the ground wearing the same wet cloak.

shack.

Wei Ran squinted his eyes and glanced at the bright eyes above his head, then returned his gaze to the surrounding environment.

It was obvious that there were no swamps, no wells, no above-ground buildings, and no forest glades. Or to put it more bluntly, at least he could be sure that this was not the excavation site of Diane and the others in later generations.

This is undoubtedly good news. At least he doesn't have to worry about being caught in his sleep, and then throwing his hands into the well with wires tied behind his back.

I walked to the stream. At this time, there were some women of very different ages, talking and laughing, washing basins of clothes by the stream. On the opposite side of the stream, there was another woman with only one left.

The child with arms raised was walking on a stone waving a note, quietly watching the sheep not far away lining up to drink water by the stream.

A little further downstream, four slightly older young men headed by Ivan were holding up their trouser legs and standing barefoot in the cold stream, using a bark net to catch small fish in the water.

Yes, these young men happily grabbed a fish from the net and stuffed it into the German gas mask cans hanging on their waists.

Looking away from the busy creek, Wei Ran frowned. In the surrounding forest, he could still see some busy old people, either carrying baskets and picking up mushrooms growing nearby.

, or holding a long pole with an iron hook, standing on tiptoes and struggling to hook the pine cone from the surrounding pine trees. There were even a few agile children who climbed directly onto the tree.

He rode on a branch and waved the stick in his hand vigorously.

In addition to these busy people, a little further away from Weiran, there is a group of little bean sprouts who look to be seven or eight years old at most. They are singing children's songs together under the leadership of a young woman with brown hair.

On the pine tree directly in front of the guy, several wooden boards that were obviously removed from ammunition boxes were nailed side by side to serve as a blackboard, and some letters and words were neatly written on them with charcoal.

Women, old people, children, these are all in this forest camp, but the guerrillas who came back together last night did not see any of them at this time.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran turned around and got into the damp shack, taking out the Rolleiflex double-lens reflex camera that had already been loaded with film from the metal book.

First, he went to the edge of the creek and took a photo of the one-armed little boy herding sheep. Then Wei Ran turned the camera on Ivan, who had already discovered him, and the young men who were fishing with him.

When the crisp sound of the shutter completely froze the smiles on their faces, Ivan immediately ran over with splashes of water, and opened the gas mask can hanging on his waist as if to take credit, "Comrade reporter, look! I have already caught it today.

So many fish!”

I looked at the opponent's wrinkled hands soaked in the cold stream water and his feet still in the water, and then looked at the small fish that were only the size of a disposable lighter in later generations, but almost filled the gas mask can half full.

, Wei Ran couldn't help but ask, "How long did it take you to catch so many?"

"It starts after dawn"

Ivan replaced the lid of the gas mask jar and said with a grimace, "In the summer, each of us could catch a big jar every morning! But now there are fewer and fewer fish in this creek.

It’s no longer enough for my brothers and sisters to eat.”

"Catch him every day?" Wei Ran couldn't help but look at Ivan's hands and feet again.

"Of course, the fish won't jump into the pot on its own."

Ivan grinned, beckoned his companions behind him to come ashore and asked, "Comrade reporter, you must be hungry, right? Do you want me to get you something to eat?"

"No, I'm not hungry yet."

Wei Ran pulled Ivan out of the cold stream that was enough to submerge his knees, and asked, "Where did Uncle Slava and the others go? Why didn't I see him?"

"They are all patrolling in the forest, and maybe they can catch some prey by the way." Ivan sat down on the grass, grabbed a handful of withered yellow weeds, and gently kneaded his cold feet while answering.

road.

Hearing this, Wei Ran did not ask any more questions, but raised the camera again and took another close-up of Ivan bathing in the sun.

"Why didn't you tell me in advance?" Ivan said with a regretful look on his face, "so I could put on a cool pose."

"No, that's fine."

Wei Ran smiled and shook his head, turned the camera around the women who were still washing clothes, but would peek at him from time to time, and pressed the shutter again.

"Comrade reporter, do you want us to help you wash your clothes?" A blond girl boldly asked, "We promise to wash them very cleanly!"

"Thank you, but my clothes are not dirty yet." Wei Ran declined the other party's proposal tactfully. At this time, the weather seemed to be late autumn. Even though there was the sun above his head, the stream was so cold that he could feel it.

I don't want to add unnecessary burden to others.

"Comrade reporter, shall I take you for a walk around?" Ivan stood up and asked after handing the metal can containing the catch to his friend.

"Where to go?"

"Go to our school?"

Ivan pointed to the children who were singing not far away, "It's time for us to go to class in the afternoon, and I won't have time to take you around by then."

“Then go and have a look”

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, Ivan ran over barefoot and shouted, "Teacher Gianna, comrade reporters want to take pictures of you!"
To be continued...