There was another raging snowstorm, and there was a tent built around a pine tree, which was firmly nailed to the frozen ground by pitons.

The difference from before was that this time there were six more fluffy dogs in the tent. Mesut, lying on the sled, suffered a very similar disaster to Ihor hundreds of kilometers away - a broken leg.

With my leg broken, I completely lost the possibility of moving forward.

On the iron bucket with a charcoal fire burning, the oats and fish obtained from the recent trade were boiling in a small iron pot.

Next to the charcoal fire barrel, a pair of felt boots were propped up on a baking rack made of tree branches, and there were also two pieces of smelly foot wrapping cloth.

On the other side of the charcoal barrel, Wei Ran, who was wearing a wolfskin blanket, was holding a Mosin-Nagant rifle in his arms, half leaning on the small sleigh, and holding a gun made of deer antler in his mouth.

He was smoking the last cigarette left in his silver cigarette case.

This is already the second day of this snowstorm. If we follow European habits, by this time of the next day, it will be Christmas Eve before Christmas.

But obviously, even if he waits until this time tomorrow, there is a high probability that Comrade Stalin will not approve that weird old man who likes to drill chimneys to come to Siberia, where countless Soviet secrets are hidden, and deliver them to two prisoners of war trapped in a snowstorm.

Even a feather as a Christmas gift.

Of course, if Santa Claus really comes, the sleepy Wei Ran will probably immediately rob the other party's leather bag and sleigh to see if he can find a set of medical equipment that can support a blood vessel suturing operation.

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There was no other reason. The worst situation happened to Mesut. The animal trap, which was as big as a washbasin, not only shattered the bones of his arm, but also damaged the blood vessels.

So it had only been a day, and the elbow of his injured hand was already swollen.

For this reason, Wei Ran had to wrap his splinted hand tightly with a white sheet that he had not yet used, and hung it up high with a rope, and hung an additional piece of animal skin wrapped with ice and snow.

Apply cold compress to the swollen area.

From time to time, he had to loosen the leather rope tied to the armpit of this arm to prevent the arm from becoming completely necrotic due to lack of blood supply.

Every four hours, he also needs to inject Mesut with a small amount of veterinary anti-inflammatory drugs.

Apart from excluding the brutal and highly likely death method of cutting off the arm and risking burning it to stop the bleeding, this was the only thing he could do at the moment.

When neither Santa Claus nor Comrade Stalin can count on him, Weiran's biggest wish at the moment is that the snowstorm will stop quickly so that he can take Mesut back to the stone house as soon as possible.

Wei Ran had no idea whether there were medical equipment in the house. But the Nenets couple certainly knew where they could get them—if they were willing to help.

Wei Ran couldn't help but touch the bear skin under his buttocks. Wei Ran knew that this bear skin and the two reindeer outside the tent were probably the only bargaining chips to save Mesut, provided that Mesut could return alive.

In that stone house.

At this time, he risked walking back in the blizzard, but Wei Ran didn't dare to take the gamble. The remaining six dogs were his only hope of going back. If something unexpected happened in this blizzard, he wasn't sure he could survive with his own nose.

can find that house.

"Aren't you going to leave yet?"

Mesut, who was hanging by one arm, stared blankly at the gas lamp on the tree trunk that emitted glaring ice-blue light, and quietly asked the question he had asked the last time he was awake.

"The storm hasn't stopped yet," Wei Ran replied casually, "Are you hungry? How about something to eat?"

"Thanks"

Mesut responded vaguely, and stubbornly climbed up from the sleigh alone, relying on his intact hand and leg.

After a while, Wei Ran first brought him a wooden box, then filled an enamel jar with fish porridge and placed it on top. He put a spoon that Mesut had whittled with wood into his good hand.

"Have you ever climbed a mountain?" Mesut asked casually after eating a spoonful of fish porridge.

"crawl through"

While Wei Ran responded slowly to the other party, he couldn't help but shiver. In his mind, he could not help but think of the hell-like Savage Mountain and those ordinary friends who defended their home and country.

"How many meters is the tallest mountain you have ever climbed?"

Mesut seemed to be more interested, and his voice became slightly louder, "Have you ever climbed into the snow-covered belt all year round?"

"No"

Wei Ran shook his head, "I have never climbed a snow-capped mountain. The mountains I have climbed are in the subtropics. Even on the top of the mountain, there is no snow. There are only heavy rains, jungles and locusts that can suck people dry. But I am in the winter of Finland."

"That's different"

Mesut shook his head before Weiran finished speaking, "Climbing a snow-capped mountain is different from the winter in Finland. The air on the mountain is thinner and the terrain is steeper. You have to be especially careful of avalanches. Sometimes, even just the vibration caused by tapping the piton nails

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"What are you going to say?" Wei Ran finally raised his head.

Mesut smiled, put down his spoon and said seriously, "You have to cross the Ural Mountains by yourself. I have never been there. I don't know the specific conditions of this mountain range or the highest altitude, so I can only teach you a few things."

I will definitely use the best knowledge to help you survive as much as possible."

“Don’t worry about this”

Wei Ran picked up the enamel jar and served himself a bowl of thick oatmeal porridge, then took out a wooden spoon and said vaguely while eating, "I never planned to cross the Ural Mountains from the beginning.

Originally, after hearing your plan, I planned to separate from you at the Ob River."

"You also have your own plan?" Mesut asked with interest.

"I plan to go south along the Ob River. If I'm lucky, I might be able to reach Tomsk before the end of winter."

Wei Ran, who was weaving lies and hopes, said with confidence, "Of course, if we are willing to take risks, we can actually wait until summer, go north along the Ob River to the Ob Bay, and then find a chance to get on a bus to Europe.

Boat."

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"It doesn't matter whether you go south or north along the Ob River, whether you take a boat or go over the snow-capped mountains, it doesn't matter you or me." Wei Ran looked at the other party and said seriously in German, "First of all, you must survive, and then

Only then do I have the opportunity to try it.”

"Okay." Mesut hesitated for a moment, then added "Thank you" in German.

"Let's eat"

Wei Ran took the initiative to end the topic, and Mesut, who was hesitant to speak, opened his mouth, but in the end did not continue to ask some questions in his heart.

That night, Mesut, who barely ate something, slept fairly well. Even the blizzard outside the tent became much less intense in the second half of the night.

Not daring to delay any further, Wei Ran immediately hitched reindeer or sled dogs to the sled, and connected the two sled cars together with ropes.

He first patched up Mesut who was lying on the sled, covered him with a wolfskin blanket and tent canvas, and tied a few extra ropes with ropes. Then he got on the small sleigh and shouted.

The dogs started to exert their strength and turned around to go back the way they came.

Although he had walked this road before, it was not an easy journey for him. After all, the reindeer sleigh carrying Mesut not only ran slowly, but was also basically driverless.

In addition, after all, there were two less dogs pulling the cart, but there were two more dead dogs riding in the cart, so by the time the two sled carts rushed back to the stone house, it was already December 25th.

It's daytime.

Not caring about slapping the accumulated wind and snow off his body, Wei Ran only had time to hurriedly poke a stick through the gap in the sled into the snow to prevent the dogs from running around. Then he stumbled to the door and smashed the thick wooden door.

Banging sound.

Of course he was anxious. After running all day long, the fatigue of people, dogs, reindeer was secondary. The most critical problem was that Mesut had already developed a high fever and lost consciousness!

Soon, although the heavy door was not opened, the window, which was only the size of a washbasin, was pushed open from the inside out, and the Nenets woman with a big belly stretched out a double stick from the window.

Tuan Guan shotgun and asked in unfamiliar Russian warily, "Why are you back?"

"My companion stepped on the animal trap and he needs a doctor to perform amputation surgery."

Wei Ran raised his hands and continued, "If there are medical equipment, I can also perform surgery on him."

"Are you a doctor?" There was a trace of undisguised suspicion in the woman's tone.

"Veterinarian!" Wei Ran responded simply.

After a slight hesitation, the pregnant woman finally withdrew the shotgun, reached out and closed the window again.

After a moment, the heavy wooden door opened from the inside, and the woman with a big belly had a Nagant revolver in her hand.

Under the watchful eye of this vigilant woman, Wei Ran opened the rope on the sleigh as quickly as possible, then lifted off the canvas and wolfskin blanket, and carried Mesut into the warm stone house.

Rejecting the woman's suggestion to put Mesut on the bed, Wei Ran placed Mesut on the floor some distance away from the door, then ran out and hugged the wolfskin blanket and the bearskin.

Come in.

First, they spread the wolfskin blanket on the floor and let Mesut lie on it. Wei Ran shook off the heavy bearskin blanket, and then took the Mosin-Nagant rifle and telescope that they had exchanged from here not long ago, and even their own

The Winchester lever rifles were all strapped to the long table.

"Two sled dogs died"

Wei Ran took a step back, looked at the other person and said, "These things, including the two reindeer outside, need to be replaced by a doctor who can perform amputation surgery, or surgical instruments."

Taking a serious look at Wei Ran, the woman with a big belly finally put away the Nagant revolver in her hand, put on the animal skin blanket and walked out while asking, "How did you get injured?"

"Beast Trap"

Wei Ran kept a distance of two meters from the other party and explained what happened as he walked out.

As soon as he finished speaking, the woman with a big belly opened the door of the small wooden house where the dogs lived and shouted something in Nenets language that Wei Ran couldn't understand.

Soon, a sled dog walked out with its head and tail wagging. Although this sled dog was messy and messy, its ears were black and white, and there was a leather collar about the size of a cigarette box hanging from the hard leather collar around its neck.

packet.
To be continued...