When the wooden boards on the chimney of the fireplace were already covered with two "北" characters, all the soil in the shelter was finally cleaned and piled up under a pine tree far away from the shelter. By the way, the corpse found in the basement was buried underneath.

Even Dorian, who had fallen in love with the work of a carpenter, poked a simple cross on the grave that was covered with snow.

In the warm shelter, with the help of Weiran and Gale, Dorian removed the two sleds and cleaned them, and worked hard to help everyone wash their clothes. Not far from him, Kantan repaired the rusty beast clips under the oil lamp, hoping that they could play a role and catch as many prey as possible.

At the door of the shelter, a snow wall covering the flames was piled up by Wei Ran and Gail.

As for the inside of the tent, the bathtub that was dug out had been cleaned and was placed on several pieces of gravel, and there was even a layer of charcoal with scarlet flames in the gap at the bottom.

In the bathtub filled with hot water, Wei Ran lay comfortably inside, rubbing his body with a small handful of pine branches. Until his fingertips were soaked, he was able to stand up, put on his Soviet cloak, wrapped a layer of canvas on his feet, and trotted away from the tent and rushed into the shelter.

"Gal, it's your turn."

Wei Ran sat on his bed trembling and said, "How comfortable it was to take a shower just now, how uncomfortable it would be to run back to the shelter from the warm tent."

"I don't want to wash it, judging by your appearance."

Gale, who was in a much better mood, joked, picked up a clean canvas for use as a blanket and walked out.

"Uncle Contin, are we really going to find Quentin with Gail?"

Almost the moment the wooden door of the shelter closed, Dorian, who was helping Weiran wash clothes, asked immediately.

"Do what you see first." Kangtan did not answer positively, but raised the axe in his hand and struck the parts of the burned beast clip with great effort.

"Victor..." Dorian looked at Wei Ran with a silence, his expression on his face was full of reluctance.

"At least you have to wait until the clothes are dry, and wait until the engine is repaired, right?"

Wei Ran explained vaguely that he had actually guessed Kangtan's idea. This middle-aged man in his 50s was actually just delaying time.

Is it selfish? Perhaps it should be called rational. For the current situation, this is almost the best way to deal with it.

When Gael also rushed back to the shelter with canvas, Dorian also handed over the work of washing clothes to Wei Ran, who was surrounded by Soviet cloaks on his waist. Like Gael just now, he took a piece of not-so-large canvas and left the shelter.

"Uncle Contin, are you really willing to go find Quentin with me?"

The same moment the wooden door of the shelter closed, Gale, who was squatting by the fireplace, immediately asked the question he had been holding onto.

"At least, consider this issue after repairing the half-track," Kangtan replied ambiguously, "No matter what decision we make next, we must always plan for the long term."

Gail opened his mouth and wisely did not ask any more questions. Wei Ran, who was washing clothes next to him, also had some doubts about the speculation just now.

When Kantan finished the shower, Weiran, Dorian and Gale had already hung all the washed clothes on the edge of the fireplace, and even the drag bucket used to wash clothes was reloaded on a sled and carried outside.

In the shelter where water vapor was steaming, four people sat side by side on the bed facing the fireplace, each holding a glass of potato wine, chatting about the interesting things about their hometowns in a row.

"Another day has passed"

Kantan swept his watch, got up and walked to the fireplace, bent down and picked up a piece of firewood with flames, and added a scratch to the board hanging on the chimney.

"Continue to drink bar"

Wei Ran picked up the cup and suggested, "Now that all the clothes are washed, we can't even go out, so why not take this opportunity to drink and have a good time."

"This suggestion is good, but I have a better suggestion." Dorian stood up while speaking.

"What better suggestion?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Let's play Belot!"

While Dorian was speaking, he had already taken out a stack of canvas pieces that were the size of a cigarette box from his sleeping bag on his bed. "I made it from the rest of the canvas. Do you want to play? How about the loser drinking?"

"Then you have to be careful. I am an expert in playing this kind of card!" Kangtan said the first.

"I lost a lot of money because of playing this." Gale was also eager to try.

"That...how to play with this thing?" Wei Ran asked blankly.

"You won't?" Dorian asked Wei Ran.

"I never play cards." Wei Ran spread his hands and asked him to fight Landlords or something. He had never heard of the Belot card the other party had just said.

"Since you haven't played it, I won't add you to the gambling game, but how about you need to help pour wine?" Dorian asked with a smile.

"No problem" Wei Ran agreed happily. He wanted to get these people drunk, so he naturally would not have any opinions.

Upon hearing this, Gale stood up and placed the kerosene lamp hanging on the wall in the center of the table, and Dorian also began to place the canvas cards one by one on the table.

What made Wei Ran more confused was that there were only 32 cards in total. Except for the cards from 2 to 6, there were no big and big kings, and the rest were not much different from serious playing cards.

But the gameplay introduced by Dorian and the other two next made him one by one, and in short, he couldn't understand it at all.

Fortunately, these three people did not make things difficult for Wei Ran. After briefly talking about the gameplay, they started to deal cards. What Wei Ran had to do was just to throw a card that meets the requirements when he needed to play cards.

Although I can't understand the game, I have to admit that this kind of gameplay that he had never heard of before was definitely a fast-paced approach. In less than half an hour, a whole bottle of potato wine was drunk by the other three people, and the one who drank the most was Kang Tan, who claimed to be an expert.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Another half an hour passed, and Gale and Dorian were already drunk and talked nonsense.

Seeing this, Wei Ran got up on the excuse of adding some firewood to the fireplace, and took out the Lu Lai double reversal in the metal notebook without any trace. After adjusting the aperture, he used the protection of his body to point at the three of them and pressed the shutter in a cough.

"Just...what was that sound just now?" Gale asked in a daze, "why does it sound like the sound of a camera shutter?"

"I'm coughing," Wei Ran, who had already put away the camera, said sincerely, "Gal, you're drinking too much."

"I...I really can't drink it." Gale waved his hand, stood up and walked towards the bed not far away.

"I... can't do it either, either." Dorian stood up and moved to the bed and complained, "Kantan... Uncle Kantan is indeed an expert and an expert in drinking."

Looking at Kangtan again, he was already snoring against the wall.

"Ha! French..."

Wei Ran curled his lips, and after Dorian also started to snore, he blatantly took out the camera again and took another drunken close-up for them.

Finally, he took a photo of the shelter with unsatisfactory intentions. Wei Ran waited for a while. Seeing that the metal notebook did not send him back, he could only shake his head helplessly, lying on the bed and thinking about what would happen next.

Before he knew it, Wei Ran closed his eyes and fell asleep. When he woke up again, all the wind and snow outside the door had stopped.

Although Kantan and Dorian were still snoring, Gale was awake and was putting on his feet with the bearskin wooden shoes.

"Wake up?" Gail looked at Wei Ran who had already sat up, "Victor, how about helping me remove the engine?"

"Now?"

"Of course" Gail nodded, "Is it OK?"

"I'll put on my clothes first," Wei Ran said as he walked to the fireplace and put the baked warm clothes on his body.

Finally, put on his boots and put on a gas mask used to protect the cold. Wei Ran took the submachine gun hanging behind the door and followed Gale away from the warm shelter.

They worked together to pull the sled that they used to wash clothes and took another wooden stick as thick as a wrist. Under the surging aurora, the two walked silently to the lake outside the coniferous forest.

After hiding in the shelter for more than ten days, the footprints they left had long been covered with snowfall without a trace.

"You definitely don't want to find Quentin, right?" Gale said to himself as he was about to walk out of the forest.

Before Wei Ran spoke, Gale continued, "I have known Quentin for a long time, and I was only about the same age as Dorian. He was traveling to the Alps and needed a guide."

"So you became his guide?" Wei Ran asked as the other party said.

Gail nodded and continued to say, "I was not doing well at that time. In addition, I was young and no one wanted to use me, even if the cost of hiring me was only half of what others had.

At that time, there was only Quentin. He gave me the same commission as others and allowed me to take a portion in advance to buy some thick enough clothes and shoes."

Speaking of this, Gale looked at Wei Ran beside him, "That time we encountered an avalanche. Although we were not injured, we were trapped on the mountain for almost a week before we survived. That time, Quentin also freezes one of his big toes."

"Your luck is so good," Wei Ran sighed.

"It's indeed God's blessing"

Gale stopped, "Even so, Quentin paid the employment fee as much as possible and invited me to work at his restaurant. He said that I wouldn't have to take risks in the Alps every day."

"So you went?"

"why not?"

Gail spread his hands and explained calmly, "My mother is a gypsy girl, and his father is a famous bad gambling man in our place. Even without Germans, not many people look down on me or are willing to give me a job."

"Sorry," Wei Ran said apologetically.

"nothing"

Gale continued to pull the dowry and walked towards the lake, "Working in Quentin's restaurant is my happiest time. I can eat all kinds of French and German dishes that I never dared to imagine every day, wear appropriate clothes, and even my own leather shoes and tie, and of course, a suit that Quentin gave me."

"He is such a good person," Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh.

"He has a son."

Gale compared with his hands, "It was only as high as my knee. When we were caught, the little guy could walk just now, and I don't know if he is still alive."

"Do you have any ideas about finding Quentin?" Wei Ran asked, looking at Gael's back.

"No..." Galle paused, "but I'm sure he's still alive, and must have gone north."

"Since you are so confident, after you have repaired the half-track motorcycle, we will go and find him." This time, Wei Ran made an extremely affirmative decision in an extremely affirmative tone.
Chapter completed!