Chapter 1671 Militia position without political commissar
Amidst the clattering sound of turning pages, the metal book finally stopped at the latest page, and the metal quill drew a pattern.
In this pattern, an unidentified aircraft is falling in the sky, dragging thick smoke. The center of the pattern depicts an anti-aircraft artillery fire.
However, when the artillery piece was gradually fully described with a metal quill, Wei Ran frowned.
In this picture, this 72K 25mm anti-aircraft gun does not have a gun shield!
What about the shield?
Before Wei Ran could react, the metal quill pen had already written down lines of text:
Role identity: Victor, reporter of Komsomolskaya Pravda
Return mission: Successfully warn of at least 4 air strikes and survive, assist in destroying at least two enemy aircraft, hunt at least 20 kilograms of fish, and take at least six group photos and 10 individual photos.
Scene restrictions: Do not leave the anti-aircraft artillery more than 300 meters away
"Gulu..."
Wei Ran couldn't help but swallow in the rising white light. He was not allowed to go more than 300 meters away from the anti-aircraft artillery, which basically eliminated the possibility of leaving the island.
And the task of hunting at least 20 kilograms of fish meat undoubtedly implies that this place is also likely to face the dilemma of insufficient food.
While he was waiting anxiously, props that could be used this time also appeared in the white light.
Contrary to his expectation, the first thing that appeared this time was the kerosene gas lamp, followed closely by the Rolleiflex double-lens reflex camera, Pelikan pen, bearskin mittens, engineer shovel, German gravity knife, and the same
From Leningrad lighters, cigarette cases, three-piece body stove sets, and even airdrop boxes with cast iron stoves fixed in them.
But it didn't end there. Then the Schneider large telescope and the newly acquired food knife appeared in the white light.
But apart from these, until the white light began to dissipate, he was not even given a thermal weapon.
Gradually, he felt the long-lost cold wind blowing against his face and the cold snowflakes hitting his face.
Wei Ran couldn't help but shiver. He blinked hard, and then he noticed that he seemed to be sitting on a horse-drawn sledge truck loaded with supplies.
He leaned forward and looked directly ahead. In the dim sky, the outline of the small island was looming in the wind and snow. The distance between the two sides was probably only three to four hundred meters at most.
I really don’t give you a chance to leave...
Wei Ran muttered secretly, and finally focused on himself.
Contrary to his expectation, although the sleigh with tents and other items was not given to him this time, what he was wearing at this time was the Mazari robe and the pair of thick pulleys that were on the sleigh.
Pullan boots.
After opening the soft robe, he was wearing a pair of Soviet-style quilted cotton trousers on his lower body. The buttocks and knees of these cotton trousers were thickly patched with white deerskin.
In addition to this extra warm outfit, he also noticed that he was carrying a canvas sack bag on his back.
I pulled off the sack and opened it. In addition to a Soviet cloak and a few pieces of footcloths, the rest of the space also contained a bag of flour, a bag of candy, an iron can of coarse salt, and two bottles of Soviet
Red label vodka.
On the top of these items, there is a red hard-cover notebook with "Komsomolskaya Pravda" printed in Russian, and a small canvas ammunition bag containing four pieces of film.
"Comrade Victor, ahead is the militia position of the last line of defense."
Just at this time, the coachman sitting in front reminded, "When you get there, you must pay attention to the movement in the sky at all times."
"German plane?" Weiran asked curiously as he retied the canvas pocket bag.
"That's right"
The coachman replied, "But mainly the bombs they dropped, especially the can bombs, more than half a month ago I sent Comrade Yuri, a reporter from Izvestia, there for an interview.
When I went there again a week later, I heard that he was blown up to death the next day because he opened a can he picked up.
So Comrade Victor, you must obey..."
Before the coachman could finish his words, the unique roar of the Stuka bomber group came from the night sky!
"Sit tight!"
Before the coachman finished speaking, he was already swinging the whip in his hand very quickly, shouting at the animals pulling the cart, and ran towards the small island more than 200 meters away, risking his life!
But no matter how fast this horse-drawn sledge is, how can it be as fast as a dive bomber?
Just when they were less than a hundred meters away from the island, a Stuka had already begun to dive!
"Jump down quickly!"
Before the groom finished speaking, he and Wei Ran jumped off the sledge one after another, rolling and falling onto the snow-covered ice.
Almost at the same time that the bomber's machine gun started roaring at them, intensive gunfire rang out fiercely on the island!
Under the guidance of tracer bullets, Wei Ran, who fell to the ground before he could get up, was the first to notice that the tail of the bomber was obviously shot.
But at the same time, the plane also dropped a series of unknown objects with a loud noise!
After the seven gunshots, there was only a pause of just a second or two. The roar of the anti-aircraft artillery reached the ears again. Under the guidance of the tracer bullet mixed in between, Weiyan could also clearly see that the bombing had been completed.
The Stuka luckily escaped the pursuing shells and began to spiral and climb.
At the same time, the other two Stukas also began to dive, but their target was not the air defense position on the island, but the vital lifeline behind them!
Fortunately, at this moment, two dense strings of artillery fire were fired from another island, and the nose area of one of the planes was sealed with exploding shells.
In the camera lens that Weiran almost subconsciously took out and raised, the bomber, which was spinning and smoking, hurriedly dropped its mounted bombs, and then circled with all its strength, trying to leave the airspace.
This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! The other bomber, which was not hit, went straight to the back of the island, dropped a series of bombs, and then chased the incoming barrage.
It climbed rapidly and flew farther and farther.
Under Wei Ran's helpless gaze, the first plane that was hit staggered away and flew away. The second plane flew away with thick smoke, and finally plunged into the cold Ladoga Lake.
The plane left the airspace in a swaggering manner.
For a moment, only the last two planes were left in the field of vision, either hurriedly or calmly dropped, and exploded into clouds of smoke, fire, or water splashes that could not be seen at this distance, and...
.The broken ice layer.
Wei Ran sighed feebly, and turned to look at the alert groom, but with just one glance, he realized something was wrong.
Wei Ran hurriedly got up and stumbled towards the opponent. When he got closer, he discovered that the groom, whose name he had not even had time to ask, had been beaten almost in two by the first bomber's machine gun from the chest.
Festival...
"Sorry, I should have asked your name first..."
Wei Ran muttered apologetically, helped the other person turn over expressionlessly, carefully wiped away the blood that spilled from the corner of the other person's mouth, and helped him carefully adjust his collar, and then raised the camera to show this scrawny young man
Someone took the last photo in this world.
After touching his body, the only personal item I could find was a key hanging around his neck with a leather cord.
Wei Ran sighed again, picked up the riding crop, walked towards the horse-drawn sledge that had run a few hundred meters away, and dragged it back to the groom's side.
After rummaging through the sledge, there were only four boxes of ammunition for 25mm anti-aircraft guns, a barrel of kerosene, and a wooden box containing only a small amount of medicine.
In this wooden box, which was about the size of a later shoebox, there were countless triangular letters.
After closing the lid again, Wei Ran untied the sack, took out his Soviet cloak and wrapped it around the still warm body of the young groom, and carefully lifted him onto the sledge.
Gently swinging the whip pole, Wei Ran ordered the horse to continue running towards the small island more than a hundred meters away.
As the distance got closer and closer, the horse-drawn sledge finally climbed onto the island. He also saw the edge of the island's woodland and the sentry tower built in the canopy of a pine tree.
In the open space between the guard tower and the shore of the island, a circular artillery position with gaps was built out of ice and snow.
This artillery position was built with ice and snow, and the ground was covered with pine branches to prevent slipping. The only anti-aircraft artillery in this position was parked.
At this time, several people were busy covering the artillery with white sheets. These thin figures who wrapped themselves extremely tightly did not seem surprised by the appearance of Wei Ran, and they could not be said to be enthusiastic or indifferent.
Continuing to look around, Wei Ran finally vaguely saw a den that seemed to have lights on in the forest on the other side of the sentry tower.
"Where is the political commissar of this position?" Wei Ran asked loudly toward those who were busy covering the anti-aircraft artillery.
“There are no political commissars here”
One of the soldiers turned around and walked over, saluted Wei Ran in an unstandardized manner, and replied in a pleasant female voice, "Our political commissar died a week ago, and we currently have no political commissar in this position."
He also raised his hand and returned the salute, and Wei Ran asked, "Then who will command the battle here now?"
"Go there, where the light is."
The female soldier raised her finger and pointed to the den with the light on, "Uncle Seryosha is currently directing our battle, but he is busy bandaging the wounded right now and probably doesn't have time to see you."
"I brought some medicine"
As Wei Ran spoke, he shook the reins, shouted and ran over with the horse-drawn sledge.
Seeing this, the female soldier jumped onto the sledge very quickly, and then noticed the groom who was covered by a cloak.
After lifting her cloak and taking a look, the female soldier sighed and said extremely calmly, "Brother Vanya also died."
"Do you know him?" Wei Ran asked, "What about you? What's your name?"
"Joniya"
The female soldier replied, "Call me Zionia. Brother Vanya is our postman, our ammunition, wounded and prisoner transporter, and our fourth transporter."
Hearing this, Wei Ran's breath froze involuntarily. He didn't expect that this was already the fourth place.
"What about you? Who are you? Our new political commissar? Or the doctor we need? Or our fifth transporter?"
"I'm Victor, from..."
"A reporter from Komsomolskaya Pravda?" Jiao Niya asked in surprise.
"You know me?" Wei Ran looked at him in surprise.
"Of course I know"
Jionya immediately replied, "Vanya mentioned last time when he sent us ammunition that a comrade journalist who came back from Leningrad will come to us for an interview soon. We have been waiting for a long time, and we thought
You're not coming."
"He also said that I came back from Leningrad?" Wei Ran became more and more surprised.
"certainly"
Jiao Niya jumped off the sledge as she spoke, "I'm going to tell Uncle Xie Liao the good news!"
"Let's go together"
Wei Ran said, calling the animals to stop, then he picked up the wooden box, which was not that big, and followed Jiao Niya into the lighted den amidst the screams coming towards him.