"Kacha!"

Amidst the crisp sound of the shutter, the same image of Zhao Shengli and others holding American carbines was fixed on the silver salt film.

Before Wei Ran could take his eyes off the viewfinder of the Rolleiflex dual camera, his vision was already filled with intense white light.

"There must be a third act..."

As Wei Ran muttered to himself, the white light gradually faded, and the surrounding scene turned into a hotel room.

Subconsciously looking at the metal book, sure enough, the metal quill pen was already hanging on the page, leaving a few lines of blood-red writing:

act three

Role identity: Assault Platoon 1st Soldier Wei Ran

Return mission: Capture the enemy command post

Skill mission: Survive to successfully cross the river

Language mission: Kill at least three enemy soldiers with cold weapons

Capture the enemy command post? There are also skill and language tasks?

Wei Ran suddenly became energetic and let the white light that appeared again sweep over him. Then, a few pitiful items flew past his eyes.

"The Mauser bayonet, the hip flask, the bearskin mittens I got after working with French prisoners of war in Finland... are gone? That's it?"

Amidst Wei Ran's groans of dissatisfaction, he only felt that the temperature around him was getting lower and lower, and the howling of the cold wind in his ears became clearer and clearer.

When his vision returned to normal, Wei Ran couldn't help but take a breath of real cooling air.

Everywhere you look, there is pure white snow. Directly ahead, about 500 meters away at most, is a river that seems to have not yet frozen, and it is unknown where it will flow.

"That's the river you can't cross, right?"

Wei Ran swallowed hard, and then shuddered involuntarily. Although he was a little far away, he could still see clearly. The river surface with some white mist steaming was dozens of meters wide. Although

Looking at the exposed river bank, you can roughly guess that it is in the dry season, and the water should not be too deep, but looking around, there is no bridge at all within the field of vision!

Looking to the left and right, on the cold snow, there are volunteer soldiers lying in the ice and snow one after another wearing cotton-padded jackets backwards, with a white cloth strip tied to their right arm, and white sheets covering their bodies. Some of them have gray-yellow scarves wrapped around their faces.

Some were mashing fried noodles and snow together into a ball and stuffing it into their mouths, while others were cleaning snow and ice from their weapons.

He himself is no different from the people around him. His right arm is tied with a white cloth strip used for identifying friend or foe, an American M1 carbine is placed across his chest, and there are circles of white cloth strips wrapped around his front. On his hand, he wears a pair of

The cotton hand glove, except that it is made of cotton and cotton cloth, is no different from the pair of animal skin mittens in the metal book. It also has the right index finger separated to meet the need for pulling the trigger.

Just when he was about to see if he had any other equipment, the roar of an engine came from the horizon.

"Hidden!" Someone shouted softly from the direction behind him.

In an instant, everyone, whether they were eating or cleaning weapons, had their faces pressed against the thick, cold snow, trying to blend in with the surrounding environment as much as possible.

A moment later, three US military planes flew past at low altitude with great arrogance. Wei Ran, who turned his face slightly sideways, could even see the figures in the cockpit of the plane at that moment.

Once, twice, three times, the U.S. military aircraft overhead flew around like flies in heat, and from time to time, they even randomly fired at both sides of the river several times.

After struggling for about ten minutes, the three planes finally raised their angles and left, finally completely disappearing from sight and hearing range.

Only then did Wei Ran look to his left and right. To his right was a warrior with a layer of frost on his eyebrows and eyelashes.

This soldier was wrapped in a thick scarf, only revealing a pair of eyes looking straight ahead. His left hand was holding a bugle wrapped with a white cloth strip, and the words "Xia Chuan" were written on the palm of his hand.

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But the cotton on his right hand was exposed just like Wei Ran's, and even Wei Ran could see his knuckles clearly through the cotton.

After hesitating for a moment, Wei Ran took off the gauntlet on his right hand, pretended to put his hand into the cotton coat as a cover, took out the pair of bearskin mittens from the metal book and handed them over silently.

The soldier who was suspected to be named "Xia Chuan" turned his head and looked at the mittens handed over by Wei Ran, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Take it and use it," Wei Ran said in a low voice, "It's a little small for me to wear, and it would be a burden to keep it."

Hearing this, the soldier nodded, took the thick bearskin gloves and put them on his hands, trembling and whispered, "It's so warm!"

"I've given it to you. You have to blow it louder when you charge." Wei Ran said in a low voice.

"Defined to be loud!" As the little warrior spoke, he involuntarily buried his face in his hands, and then used his thick hands to cover his ears.

Seeing this, Wei Ran looked to his right. Less than one meter away, a soldier with Chinese characters, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and his face covered with chilblains sniffed and slowly took off his thick hand mask.

He patted the snow in front of him solidly, poured out a small pile of fried noodles from the dry food bag, grabbed a handful of snow from his side as if playing house, carefully mixed it with the yellow fried flour, and then squeezed it hard

It became small groups with remaining palm prints.

And on the palm of his hand, there was also a name written in black writing - Shen Chen.

Seeing that Wei Ran was looking at him, the soldier who seemed to be named Shen handed the fried rice dough he had just grabbed to Wei Ran, "Take a bite?"

"Thank you." Wei Ran quickly took off his hands, took the fried dough handed to him and stuffed it into his mouth.

When he took a bite, the cold, dry and sticky lake taste immediately gave him the illusion that he was mixing the winter sand, cement and cold water together with his mouth.

When I ate the fried noodles mixed with snow, I didn't taste anything at all. Instead, I felt a cold air spreading from my mouth to my stomach.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! The warrior with the Chinese character face smiled, pulled down the frosted scarf, stuffed the two pieces of dough he had just grabbed into his mouth, and chewed silently

, those bright eyes also looked towards the river in the distance.

Wei Ran looked around and knew it was not the time to chat, so he simply lay down and waited patiently.

However, less than ten minutes later, he felt the coldness under his body had penetrated the not-so-thick cotton clothes, and his whole body shivered uncontrollably.

But at this moment, thumb-sized snowflakes floated above the head. The heavy snow fell to the ground in a swirling motion agitated by the cold wind, and then flew into the air again. By the way, it also covered the volunteer soldiers hiding here.

If you ignore the coldness that invades your bones, this is a good camouflage. Let alone the planes flying overhead, even if the enemy is standing right next to you, you will probably miss their presence if you don't pay attention.

But this was just an assumption. The cold that could not be ignored even gave Wei Ran the illusion that his legs no longer existed.

Looking up at the dim sky, Wei Ran resisted the urge to take out the wine bottle he carried with him and take a sip to warm it up. There were only a few taels of white wine in the wine bottle. Obviously, compared to the current cold, perhaps after crossing the river, those

Wine is a life-saving treasure!

"Here you go." Just at this moment, the soldier with the Chinese character face next to him handed over a dusty coarse cloth bag.

Subconsciously taking the bag, Wei Ran discovered that it was filled with dark red dried chili peppers.

He glanced at the Chinese-character face next to him again. The latter took a bite of the dried chili in his hand, and then stuffed the rest into his hand.

Seeing this, Wei Ran also reached out and took out a finger-sized dried chili from the cloth bag, and then handed the bag to the soldier on his right who was holding the bugle.

He stuffed the chili pepper into his mouth and bit off a piece the size of a cigarette butt. The spicy taste immediately made him feel as if his mouth was on fire.

Breathing a sigh of relief, Wei Ran imitated the Chinese character face and stuffed the remaining chili into his hand. He frowned and carefully chewed the small piece of dry and hard chili skin in his mouth, even if it was too spicy.

Hiccups constantly.

Not long after, he felt sweat break out on his forehead and back, but he also knew that this operation was just like drinking wine to keep warm in the ice and snow. It was just a way to quench thirst by drinking poison.

But no matter what, this mouthful of chili pepper did make him warm to some extent, but there was no way to suppress the trembling of his body due to the cold!

In this unbearable cold, as time passed by, the snowfall above the head gradually stopped, and at the same time, the sky became completely dark, and only the outline of the surrounding terrain could be vaguely seen.

Just at this moment, an order came from their side, "Get ready to cross the river! Assault Platoon! Come on!"

"Class 1, come on!"

The Chinese-faced man lying next to Wei Ran shouted loudly, and holding a Type 50 submachine gun, he jumped out of the bunker first and rushed towards the river one kilometer away.

Wei Ran looked around and saw that all the soldiers hidden around him had stood up, and immediately climbed up too.

After hiding in the ice and snow for several hours, Wei Ran had already been thoroughly frozen, especially his feet, which had no feeling at all when stepping on the ground.

After stumbling and running for a while, as his body moved, he finally felt a little warmth, and at the same time, there was a stinging pain on the soles of his feet, like needles.

However, as the distance got closer, he finally saw clearly that there was a bridge there, but the middle of the wooden bridge had been completely blown up, leaving only the outlines of the two ends.

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Before he could see more of the situation, the man with the Chinese character at the head had already rushed straight into the river bed covered with a layer of snow without slowing down!

"grass!"

Wei Ran's heart sank, and he subconsciously wanted to stop. In this season, in this temperature, and even if he jumped into the freezing river wearing cotton clothes, even if the water was only waist deep, he was definitely risking his life! Not to mention

, the water surface must be dozens of meters wide at least!

Just when he hesitated and slowed down involuntarily, the surrounding volunteer soldiers passed him one by one, quietly passing him, and followed the soldier with the Chinese character face into the cold and biting water!

Gritting his teeth, Wei Ran quickened his pace again and rushed forward, following the footsteps of his predecessors.

Almost as soon as he stepped into the cold river water with one leg, Wei Ran felt an unbearable chill instantly pouring into his shoes, into his trouser legs, and then spreading all the way up.

If I had to make a comparison, holding the dummy and flopping back and forth in the Hongqi Forest Farm swimming pool in winter was as comfortable as being in a sauna!

Amidst suppressed groans, the soldiers who had jumped into the river held their weapons high in one hand and supported each other with the other hand. Under the leadership of the Chinese-character face, they continued to move towards the other side. Many soldiers exhaled from their mouths and noses.

The water vapor even gathers a layer of white mist on the water covered with snow, which is still conspicuous even in the night!

Amidst the roaring sound of the water, the first warriors supported each other and trudged toward the other side. The farther they walked toward the center, the deeper the river became, so that in the second half of the journey, Wei Ran was almost swimming forward.

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"Wow!"

In the splashing water, the man with the Chinese character was the first to land. In the darkness, he immediately raised the submachine gun in his hand, removed the magazine and pulled the bolt repeatedly until he was sure that it was not frozen, and then reloaded the magazine.

With the bullet in his head, he climbed up a few steps along the river embankment. After taking a look, he immediately waved his hand behind him. Finally, he took off his gloves and took a big bite of dried chili pepper to keep out the cold.

Almost at the same time that he put on the muzzle again, Wei Ran climbed onto the river embankment on the opposite bank at the same time as the soldier who had been holding the bugle high in his hand.

Before he could stand still, the familiar and disgusting but completely indescribable feeling of brain shutdown came over him. Then, he couldn't help but sit down on the frozen ice by the river.

, and at the same time, he also pulled the little soldier who was supporting each other to the ground.
To be continued...