In the forest, Ruslan watched in panic as Wei Yan continued to look for can bombs. Then he dropped the saw and the rope dragging the sledge and ran towards the camp, shouting at the same time.
, "I'm going to tell Father Seryosha!"
"It's useless even if you tell Captain Qin, I'll blow up the fish today."
Wei Ran muttered something. After looking around, he bent down and picked up another box of cans and threw them into his bag. At the same time, he was also thinking about the one that blew up half of Igor's hand last night.
There is a high probability that it is not a can bomb, but the butterfly bomb we just encountered.
In other words, in order to prevent more people from being injured, he may need to find a way to eliminate the butterfly bombs he encounters.
After making up his mind, he simply picked up the saw that Ruslan had just thrown away. After searching for it, he sawed a "Y"-shaped branch from a birch tree.
"We still need two rubber bands and one piece of leather..." When Wei Ran was weighing the branch in his hand, Seryosha had already run over with Ruslan.
"Comrade Victor, Ruslan said you..."
"That's right"
Wei Ran stuffed the branch he had just sawed into his arms, "I picked up a lot of canned bombs and am going to try to see if I can use them to fry some fish."
"Are you sure?" Seryosha asked a question after a moment of silence that even Ruslan couldn't believe.
"Ninety percent"
Wei Ran returned the saw to Ruslan and said, "I guess the last reporter who was killed in the bombing probably wanted to do the same thing."
"But he is dead, blown up by a can bomb." Ruslan reminded him as he took the saw.
"Journalism is just my side job"
Wei Ran smiled and patted the other party's shoulder, "I'm sure about this, but I still need you to do me a favor."
"What's the business?" Seryozha asked without thinking.
"I need some can openers and some rope, and I also need the wooden strips removed from the ammunition box. These are very important."
Wei Ran said seriously, "Also, I may need to ask Olga to borrow two rubber infusion tubes, and I also need a small piece of cowhide."
"If you are sure and can catch fish, these are not problems." Seryosha immediately made a promise, "I will personally prepare what you need."
"Thanks"
Wei Ran thanked him politely, "Ruslan, if you find a can bomb somewhere, please notify me, but please don't pick it up yourself."
"You are a madman"
Ruslan paused, "I know where there are can bombs. There is a whole box of can bombs. Come with me."
"Walk"
Wei Ran took steps without thinking and followed the other person into the depths of the forest.
Not long after, he saw a World War II airdrop box hanging on a tree.
The box was almost identical to the one he had seen outside Leningrad, with its white parachute, messy paracords, and the box itself with skis and handles.
Of course, there are also bomb cans piled up like a hill directly below.
"These will definitely be enough..."
Wei Ran sighed while muttering to himself, but turned around and walked back, "Let's go back. When I need it, I will come here to get it."
"Are you really sure?" Ruslan asked worriedly.
"Of course I'm sure, don't worry."
Wei Ran said firmly that he was really sure of this kind of thing, as all the marlezi in Baiyangdian that failed to explode could testify.
Returning to the camp with Ruslan who was almost following him, Seryosha had already found everything he needed and was waiting at the door of his shack.
Not only him, but also Olga, the female nurse, and old Ivan and little Sasha, who are responsible for fishing, are also there.
"The preparations are a bit dangerous, everyone should go back first." Wei Ran said, "I will inform everyone when I am ready."
"Victor, we don't want another reporter to be killed here." Seryosha reminded.
"certainly"
Wei Ran nodded and took what the other party handed him.
"Old Ivan, Sasha, leave the fishing work to our journalist comrades, you and Ruslan go collect firewood." Seryosha gave the order, "Olga, you can leave too."
After receiving the order, Olga and others glanced at Wei Ran, and finally turned around and walked away.
"How was the harvest near the plane that fell yesterday?"
Wei Ran asked, looking at the other person's frightened eyes and throwing the bag full of can bombs on the snow on the side of the door.
"I only picked up one fish," Seryosha said regretfully, "and it's not that big."
"Dad, it's time for you to leave." Wei Ran reminded him as he pulled out a can bomb.
Hearing this, Xie Liaosha was stunned for a moment, patted Wei Ran's shoulder lightly, turned and walked away.
Seeing this, Wei Ran picked up the things the other party had prepared for him, took the can bomb he had just dug out, turned around and got into the shack.
The things Seryozha prepared for his help were sufficient and complete, including a can opener, two rubber infusion tubes nearly half a meter long, a ball of parachute rope, and a bundle of wooden boards less than ten centimeters wide, one centimeter thick, and at most half a meter long.
In addition to the strips, there is also a palm-sized piece of soft cowhide. Judging from the material and color, it seems to have been cut from someone's boots.
After making the fire in the fireplace a little brighter, Wei Ran lit the kerosene lamp, then took out two wooden strips and placed them on the upper and lower ends of the can, and tied them tightly with paracord.
After finishing the preparations, he directly picked up the can opener and started cutting along the edge of one end of the can.
Soon, only the part of the can lid that was held down by the wooden slats was still connected.
Carefully, he turned the wooden slats holding down the can lid to a certain angle like the pointer of a north needle. He picked up the can opener again and cut open the remaining connected parts of the can lid bit by bit.
Gently lifting the iron sheet at the corner, Wei Ran frowned involuntarily.
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piece.
This was really too vicious a temptation for the hungry Leningrad people.
Starving to death, or being able to eat a mouthful of meat before being blown to death, it is not difficult to imagine how people with weak willpower and suffering from hunger would make choices.
Without trying to pick out the pieces of meat inside, Wei Ran picked up a piece of paracord again and wound the two wooden boards together in a circle around one end of the can. However, he did not tie the knot, nor did he hurry to untie it.
Open the knot you tied before.
"This thing is pretty good. It can fry fish and it also comes with bait for making nests."
Wei Ran muttered in amusement, then without any further delay, he held the end of the rope, picked up the can sandwiched between the wooden slats, stood up and walked out of the shack.
Looking at Seryosha standing in the distance, Wei Ran waved and said loudly, "Let's go try it!"
"Come with me!"
Father Seryozha immediately greeted him and led Wei Ran towards the ice at the edge of the island.
Soon, he saw Seryozha personally pulling away the pine branches blocking the ice cave, and using a stick to stir up the hole full of ice.
"Stay away!"
Wei Ran shouted a reminder. After hearing this, Father Seryozha immediately ran away, but he reminded him uneasily, "The ice is very slippery! Please pay attention to your safety!"
"Know!"
Wei Ran responded with the same loud voice before walking to the edge of the ice cave.
After stepping on the thick ice and looking at the shore more than ten meters away, Wei Ran also saw a paratrooper's gravity knife in his hand.
With a soft click, the sharp stainless steel blade was thrown out. Without hesitation, he cut off the knotted rope, then threw the can bomb into the ice hole and ran towards the shore.
Except for almost slipping along the way, there was still no explosion behind him until he ran to the edge of the artillery position.
"Is it possible that the rope was wrapped too many times?"
Wei Ran hid behind a bunker made of ice and snow, lit a cigarette and thought to himself about ways to improve it, "Wrap the rope less turns, and it's best to tie a piece of wood to the end of the rope to use buoyancy to increase the pulling force.
Yes, it would be best to tie a stone to the other side of the board to make it sink deeper..."
"What are you talking about?" Father Seryosha, who was also hiding here, asked, "Why hasn't that can bomb exploded yet?"
"Maybe it needs to be changed..."
"boom!"
Before Wei Ran could finish his words, there was an explosion in the direction of the ice cave. Immediately afterwards, with the ice cave as the center and a radius of more than five meters, all the ice blocks were shattered, and the location of the ice cave also spewed water.
A water arrow flew seven or eight meters into the air!
In the cold mist that was rising as the lake water crashed to the ground in the form of small ice beads, a girl was the first to hear a clear and surprised shout from the sentry tower: "Fish! I saw fish! There are several of them!"
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"Victor! You have done a great job!"
Before Seryozha finished speaking, he was the first to rush out of the artillery bunker with a handful of nets!
"My highest achievement is that one bundle of marle seeds exploded to 50 kilograms of fish..."
Wei Ran murmured in his native language, but did not rush out. Instead, he slowly took out the suitcase in his backpack, picked up the gun camera, and used a telephoto lens to cover the surprised man in the sentry tower.
The young girl who jumped again took advantage of the opportunity to wave to herself and pulled the trigger.
"Click"
With the faint sound of the shutter, Wei Ran finally took his first solo photo.
Moving the "gun" to the surface of the lake, Seryozha had already picked up the first fish with the net. The net was dripping with water drops, just like the old face of Seryozha's father.
The smile blooming on her face is as clear as ever.
"Click" Weiran pulled the trigger for the second time and took the second solo photo.
By the time he slowly put away the camera, Seryozha had already caught the fourth fish.
It's a pity that these fish are not big in size, at least far from Wei Ran's psychological expectations.
Ignoring Seryosha who was still busy catching fish that had slipped through the net, Wei Ran had already turned around and walked towards the shack. He wanted to make enough canned fish as soon as possible during the day and try to finish it tonight.
The task of hunting 20 kilograms of fish meat.
Returning to the edge of the cemetery, Wei Ran happened to see the little soldier Vasily who was using a small sledge to dump stones under the forked birch tree.
Before the other party could react, Wei Ran took out his Rolleiflex dual reflex camera and took a photo of the other party, then asked, "Vasily, what are you busy with?"
"Collect rocks, comrade reporter."
Vasily replied seriously, "These stones are used to build tombs for the sacrificed people. This is my job."
"Can I borrow some rocks?" Wei Ran asked.
"sure"
Vasily nodded very generously, "Just use it, I can find more stones."
"Can you help deliver it to the door of my shack?" Wei Ran asked rather aggressively.
"no problem"
Vasily nodded, then took out a triangular letter from his pocket and handed it over, pointing to the fork of the birch tree and said, "Can you help me put the letter into the mailbox?
I can't reach that high yet. If you can help me, I don't have to step on the rocks to climb up. This tree is too thick, I can't even hug it, and I can't climb up at all."
"mailbox?"
Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, stepped on the stones under the tree and stood on tiptoe to glance at the birch branch.
There was indeed something there. It was a metal ammunition box for a Maxim machine gun. Due to the angle, the ammunition box lay across the fork of the birch tree, and could not be seen at all when standing under the tree.
I tried to pull it, but it seemed that the metal box was nailed to the branch of the tree and could not be removed at all.
Wei Ran stood on tiptoe and opened the lid of the box. Wei Ran couldn't help but be startled. There was a small transparent glass jar in the box, and the jar was already half full of triangular letters.
There is also a note on the inside of the glass jar facing outward, which says in Russian, "Vasily's mailbox for mother. All letters will be delivered after the war is over."
In addition, a German tin gas mask can was stuffed in the rest of the space in the box. This can contained various Soviet badges, rings, and even identity capsules.
Looking back at Vasily who was standing on tiptoe under the tree looking at him eagerly, Wei Ran pursed his lips and opened the glass lid of the can, threw the triangular letter in his hand, and fastened it carefully.
Lid.
When he closed the metal lid of this special mailbox again, a bright smile appeared on Vasily's cold and red face, "Thank you, comrade reporter, I will send you the stone you asked for right away."
"Do you often write letters to your mother?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the other person towards his shack.
"I write every day, but I only put the letter in once a week."
Vasily explained proudly, "My mother is a traffic officer on the ice highway. She is on duty with a signal light not far from us every night. Sometimes my brother Yuri will secretly take me to sit on the guard tower.
In a moment, let me look for my mother's signal light."
"Can you find so many traffic lights?" Wei Yan asked, suppressing the soreness in his throat.
"Of course!"
Vasily said firmly, "The brightest signal light must be my mother's. She promised me that she would not leave the island too far. She would also adjust the signal light to the brightest and let me stand on it."
You can see it from the guard tower."
"I also went to the watch tower last night."
Wei Ran told the cruel lie with the most sincere attitude, "At that time, I was still curious why there was a signal light so bright. It turned out that it belonged to your mother."
"Did you see it too?" Vasily asked in surprise.
"Of course, of course I saw it."
Wei Ran said firmly, "I'm not blind, I can see even with my eyes closed."
These exaggerated words immediately made Vasily laugh out loud, and Wei Ran also sighed inwardly. This may be a secret and lie kept jointly by the militiamen on the island.
"Should I unload the stones here?" Vasily asked as he walked to the door of Wei Ran's shack.
"Yes, let me do it."
As Wei Ran spoke, he overturned the opponent's small sledge and dumped all the few stones inside at the door.
"Do you need me to help you pick up more rocks?" Vasily patted the small hammer on his waist, "I know where the most rocks are."
"That's enough"
Wei Ran helped the other party put on the leather hat on his head, squatted down and said, "Vasily, what I am going to do next will be a little dangerous, so if I didn't call you, how about you stay away from this shack? I
Worried that it will hurt you."
"Comrade Victor, you must also pay attention to your safety." Vasily said seriously.
"I will pay attention to safety"
Wei Ran promised with a smile, and then as if by magic, he took out the pen from the metal book and handed it to the other party, "I'll give you this pen. You can use it to write letters to your mother."
"It's a pen!"
Vasily's eyes widened and he asked in surprise, "Is it okay? I have wanted a pen for a long time! My father promised me a pen before he died!"
"Okay, it will be yours from now on." Wei Ran said with a smile.
"Thank you, Comrade Victor!"
Vasily took the initiative to hug Wei Ran, stuffed the pen into the inner pocket of his coat, pulled his little sledge and left Wei Ran's shack happily.
"Hope you can survive..."
Wei Ran prayed feebly, bent down, picked up a few stones, held them in his arms, and carried the pack of canned bombs into the shack.
With the experience of the first fried fish can, Wei Ran moved much faster later, and added extra weighted stones and buoyant wooden sticks for pulling the rope on each one.
While he was busy making fishing tools, the cook Vlada also took the seven fish that Father Seryosha personally delivered to his door.
These seven fish are not big, the largest one is probably only one kilogram, and the smallest one is only the size of a palm, but it is enough for Vlada who is still worrying about dinner.
"This reporter is really good!"
Vlada said with satisfaction, "My Olga was praising his medical skills last night, God! No, what kind of treasure did Comrade Stalin give us? I was still despising him for occupying it last night.
The transport weight of the artillery shells."
"yes..."
Father Seryosha sighed, "Vlada, give Comrade Victor more rations for lunch. I have a hunch that he will become as important a person as Olga and Jonya."
"Then save some from my ration and give it to him," Vlada said matter-of-factly.
"Save some of mine for the injured Igor," Seryosha said, "I just need to drink some fish soup."
"Stop talking nonsense, you still have to command the children to fight."
Before he finished speaking, fisherman old Ivan had already walked in and said, "Save my share. Since comrade journalists have a way to catch fish, it doesn't matter if I eat less."
"I think comrade journalists might be able to keep us all satisfied."
Gunner Jiao Niya, who was helping the kitchen here, said, "Why don't you give comrade the reporter some time? I have a hunch that he will keep us all full."
"Are you in love with him?" Old Ivan asked with a laugh.
"I'm not that idiot Lisa"
Jonia rolled her eyes, "Before the war is over, I will not fall in love with anyone, including our comrade reporters and comrade Sentinel Yuri."
"Okay, stop talking about boring topics about love."
Seryozha glanced at the fish soup that was being served, "Just do what Jonia said, let's give the journalist comrade some time, maybe he can really fill our stomachs."
"Then it's settled"
Jiao Niya urged, "Okay, go and inform the people on duty during the day to come over for dinner, including our comrade reporters. In addition, I will send Sonia's meal to the sentry tower later."
"I'm going to inform them and send the reporter comrade's fish soup over there." Father Seryozha stood up before he finished speaking. After a moment of relief, he took a Soviet lunch box handed over by Zonia and turned around.
Walked out of the warm kitchen.
At the same time, Wei Ran had already made six or seven fried fish cans. At this time, he was sharpening the tree branches he had chopped back with his knife - he needed to make a slingshot as soon as possible to remove butterfly bombs.
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Exploding fish and hitting lotus flowers with a slingshot were his greatest pleasures as a child, and they were also the games where he was most likely to be beaten.
But he never thought that the game he once played as a child would one day be used on the battlefield.