Only by eating can you determine whether something is really edible, and Levi did make a napalm bomb, then separately took out the industrial sugar and rubber inside, and ate a lot of industrial sugar.
It can be known that the napalm bomb made by the stand-in is real. After eating the industrial sugar, he obviously felt an indescribable feeling of fullness and nausea, as well as various impurities and chemicals in the industrial sugar.
Excessive pollution.
However, this is indeed physical white sugar, industrial white sugar transformed by consuming its own spiritual energy.
"Fanatical art, let's make napalm bombs. As for the quantity, let's get more than a thousand first." He said.
Before long, Levi began to pull out a large number of napalm bombs, dismantled them one by one, took out the industrial sugar inside, and then began to set up a large pot.
Such sugar can fill the stomach, but for ordinary people, the lethality is not much worse than poison. All Levi needs to do is to use the saturation of water to simply purify it.
St. Petersburg has been without water, electricity and heat for nearly half a year, and the best drinking water here is just the heavy snow on the ground and ice on the roof.
Soon, people nearby began to smell the sugar.
The hungry people gathered here one after another and saw the big pot where syrup was being boiled.
Levi left here. He watched from a distance, even though the hungry and expressionless people just calmly received a small bowl of syrup. Even at this time, the most basic order was still retained.
There was no robbery or chaos, just a person calmly receiving a bowl of candy.
Maybe this bowl of sugar has no value at all to normal people, but for this group of people, a bowl of sugar may allow many people to live for a few more weeks.
Levi watched them recover a little bit after drinking the candy. Under the leadership of a young man with a star hat on his head, they sang a song. The tune was very familiar to Levi. He should have heard it in his previous life.
, but he forgot what song it was.
How long has it been since he was reborn? Levi can't remember a little bit, and even the appearance of his family in his previous life is blurry.
The burning flame was a bonfire for this group of people. Nearly a thousand people who had received candies finally had some energy to move around. In addition to those who sang songs, some also started kicking and dancing in front of the fire.
Li Wei couldn't understand that kind of dance, so he kept kicking his boots, and then kept slapping his leather shoes with his hands. This was their favorite dance. It was rare for this group of people trapped in the city to show their faces.
Smiled.
He also laughed.
Someone patted Levi on the shoulder. He turned around and saw that it was Qiao Ji who had led him to the evacuation camp before.
He was carrying a rifle on his back and had some bandages on his face. Like Levi, he looked at the singing crowd in the distance and hummed along with him, even wanting to join in the dance.
"Sorry, I left the camp without authorization." Levi said.
"I have been looking for you for a long time, but now it seems that it is not important anymore. These are your food, right?" He pointed to the empty pot.
"No, that's my bomb." Levi joked.
"Industrial oil?" Qiao Ji asked doubtfully.
"It's the industrial sugar in napalm."
"Is there anything like that in the petrol bombs?"
"Who knows."
The two of them just chatted, Qiao Ji didn't worry about where Levi got the candies, and Levi just talked too much about irrelevant things with the young man carrying a gun.
The two of them were sitting on the top of the second floor, watching circles of people downstairs gathered around the bonfire, singing songs that Levi was very familiar with, and doing that strange but powerful kick dance.
"That's the Cossack kick, the most popular dance here. Do you want to learn it?" Qiaoji suddenly stood up and said.
Then he didn't forget to kick twice, and slapped his leather boots with his palms, making two "puff" sounds.
"Ah, I'd better forget it. This dance requires you to wear leather shoes and boots to feel good. We don't have such a habit there." Li Wei declined politely, mainly because he was really not used to this kind of dance.
Aesthetic.
"That's really a pity." Qiaoji shrugged and patted the snow on his butt.
Li Wei also got up. He had only stayed in this city for one day, just one day.
"Davarisi, speaking of which, I still don't know your age. How old are you?" He looked at Levi and asked curiously.
"Probably, he's 26." Levi was talking about his soul age.
"Ah? Is it already that big?"
"How old are you?"
"16 years old." Qiaoji answered directly.
Levi was stunned for a moment. He could never tell that this man whose face was covered with bloody scabs and whose skin was as pitted and full of wrinkles as an old man in his sixties or seventies could be a sixteen-year-old child.
"I can't believe it."
"Um."
Qiaoji began to talk about his hometown, the Lena River, and the birch forests all over the place, and talked about the things he went to school when he was a child. It seemed that he had not found anyone to talk to for a long time, and he talked about it all.
Levi listened quietly on the side, acting as a perfect listener.
"By the way, Davarisi, I asked other people, and they said your medal is still a naval pilot's medal."
"Yes."
"Is there any difference between a carrier-based aircraft and an ordinary aircraft?"
"It doesn't seem like that." Levi thought about it for a moment. Anyway, he had always just relied on his riding skills to fly the plane instinctively, and he couldn't feel any difference.
"By the way, can you get me a plane? Can you also get the command post and map of the Axis forces?" Levi asked.
"Huh? What do you want to do?" Qiao Ji was a little confused.
"I was beaten down by them when I first came here, and then I was shelled for no reason this morning. There is an old saying in my hometown that a gentleman takes revenge from morning to night." Li Wei smiled slightly.
As long as he is given a plane and a map coordinate, he can throw a little boy that will not be born for the first time three years later on the heads of the crispy people on the front line at this time.
"Wait a minute, I will write this down, and I will respond when the time comes." He said, and began to take out a notebook and record Levi's request.
It was getting dark, and the two stood up, knowing that time was running out.
Joki took one last look at the people gathered in front of the flames and said: "We may have to leave. We will evacuate from Lake Ladoga tonight. The sooner the better."
He looked at the sky in the distance, and his face that had finally relaxed became serious again.
"The blizzard has just passed. These two days have been rare good weather. If I am correct, there will be another blizzard in a few days." Qiaoji said to Levi.
"Yeah." Levi responded.
"Don't worry, we will do our best to protect you from going out. Because you are a pilot, your ability alone is equal to that of many of us, so we will definitely try our best to get you out." Qiao Ji finally said,
The bloody and wrinkled lips opened, revealing big white teeth, and then gave a thumbs up, "When the time comes to throw bombs to the enemy, throw one more and it will be mine."
"Thank you, by the way, what song did you just sing?" Levi did not answer Qiao Ji's words, but asked the name of the song with a little curiosity.
He had definitely heard this song in his previous life and listened to it many times, but he didn't know why he had forgotten it.
This familiar yet unfamiliar feeling always made Li Wei feel particularly entangled, as if there were ants crawling inside his heart.
"This song, we call this song here 'Song of Paris', was written by a French musician after the great Paris Movement. This is a song for all of us." He seemed very proud and said.
After that, he continued singing the song.
"Song of Paris?" Li Wei was a little confused. At this time in Paris, the mustaches were probably still having military parades. It was estimated that hundreds of thousands of Germanic mixed-race babies had been born in that romantic and beautiful Paris.
"But this one has another name."
"what name?"
"G Jige."
…
Lake Ladoga is covered with a thick layer of ice that is at least three meters long.
The sky is still hazy, gray as if gunpowder smoke has stained the land, but there are still pigeons flying in the sky.
There are hundreds of people in this group of evacuees, and most of them are students from St. Petersburg Women's College. They are the last batch of children to be evacuated.
The first people to evacuate were children and mothers, followed by elementary school students and junior high school students. Now they can be regarded as the last people to evacuate. The remaining people will stick to St. Petersburg until the city turns to ashes, or until the war.
of victory.
As for why these girls were evacuated in the end?
Because the boys all picked up guns and went to war.
The convoy moved forward slowly on the iceberg, and everyone was squatting in the back of the open truck.
In order to maintain safety, the speed of the convoy will not exceed 20 kilometers per hour, because even if the ice is three meters thick, there is still a risk of the truck falling while driving. In such an environment, death is the only option after falling.
There were several other girls from St. Petersburg Women's College in Levi's truck. However, they were already frozen stiff at this time. No matter how thick they were wrapped in clothes, they still had nothing in the wind and snow of more than 20 degrees below zero.
effect.
He thought for a while, rubbed his hands, and a small flame floated slowly in the middle of the car. Levi controlled not to spread the temperature to the truck and the ice, but to radiate it to the surroundings.
Soon, the warm flames and light gradually restored the body temperature of these Katyushas.
They saw the flames that looked like Levi's magic performance, and the flames were reflected in their pupils. Some people stretched out their hands and slowly approached the flames. They felt the warmth transmitted, and then they realized that this was not magic.
"I should have thought that you are already very weak." Levi explained.
At this time, they seemed to have regained some vitality, and they all came closer and crowded around the small flame.
"Thank you." said a girl with glasses.
Levi just smiled and waved his hand. He came to the side of the truck and looked at the vast white sky and earth in the distance.
His mission in this copy has almost been completed, and half of the evacuation route has been completed. As long as he walks out of Lake Ladoga, his mission will be completed and he can return to the main world.
Even at that time, there was no dinner at home in the main world. He might return to Fujiwara Mansion, take out the potatoes and fish in the inventory, and hum a song to make a sumptuous potato feast with his own hands.
A team of horse-drawn sleds came slowly from a distance, and even Levi's eyesight didn't notice it until he got closer, because this team of sleds was covered with thick snow, which seemed to be related to the frozen sleds.
Lake Doga merges into one.
The breath the horses exhaled instantly condensed into white mist, and they slowly carried the sled and walked slowly on the ice.
"Hey! Davalish!" The driver in the truck saw the sled team and immediately waved the red flag in his hand, shouting happily.
Levi also felt happy. The people in these sled teams were all transporting supplies to St. Petersburg from outside. It was precisely because of these meager supplies that the entire St. Petersburg was able to persevere in the end.
This is the last lifeline for that city.
The horses walked quietly and did not respond to the driver's enthusiastic calls.
Looking from a distance, the sleds behind them are following each other, as if they form a long queue like white blood vessels, with no end in sight.
Soon the two parties met. The sled was covered with bags of flour, filled with bags of flour. One after another, snow-covered figures sat upright on the sled.
Not only Li Wei's convoy, but also the convoys behind them all waved their flags and greeted the team transporting supplies.
The horse moved forward slowly without any reply.
The driver and the soldiers were on the sled, motionless, as if frozen, eerily quiet, with only the sound of the horses and the sound of the truck engine remaining.
No one in the sled team responded, no one got off the car, and no one waved the flag. They had solidified together with the entire sled and turned into ice sculptures.
The horses moved forward slowly, and the truck gradually encountered the sled team. Some of the escorts got out of the car to confirm the situation.
In the sleigh team that spread for nearly one kilometer, only the horses were left alive, and these horses always followed the last orders and moved forward slowly without stopping.
Sleds passed in front of everyone one by one, and ice sculptures frozen together with the sleds also slowly passed by, until they reached the end of the sled team one kilometer later, and the last sled also had soldiers turned into ice sculptures.
And this last sled carried more than ten boxes of matches.
Material support from St. Petersburg should have arrived in the city yesterday, but there was a snowstorm in the Arctic yesterday.
This sled team was all frozen to death in yesterday's snowstorm.
But they finally accomplished their goal. The horses of the sleigh team persisted and transported the supplies that could supply St. Petersburg for several days to where they were supposed to go.
The horse walked slowly on the ice...
This story is based on the records left by an unknown military doctor who accompanied him