Li Wei's arrival happened to be the day when the material transport team was delayed for a few days.
It was precisely because of these few days of delay that the already shaky St. Petersburg was even more miserable.
This is the last lifeline of blood transfusion in St. Petersburg. Every minute and every second of delay will cause more deaths in the city.
But they tried their best.
No one can blame them, they did their best.
According to statistics, in less than half a year, thousands of drivers and soldiers were frozen to death or trapped in Lake Ladoga. They had not encountered the enemy, and they all died in the cold wind of winter.
and among the ice and snow.
No one in this convoy could even take over this batch of supplies. In the end, only two small officials were left. After arranging the future work, the two silently took the last horses and sleds and continued to cross hundreds of kilometers of the final road.
Frozen lake surface.
No one knows whether these two young officials can successfully bring this batch of supplies back to St. Petersburg, or whether they will never see the light of day like the driver who was frozen with the sled.
The convoy that followed became even more silent. Snowflakes slowly fell in the ice and snow, leaving only the roar of trucks hovering over Lake Ladoga.
Levi slowly leaned against the truck. He once again recalled the days when he became the pilot of the Yorktown on AF Island. There was no dynamism here, and there was no most brilliant fireworks erupted by the pilots.
There were no flames and thick smoke shooting into the sky against the Axis aircraft carrier. Everything seemed so normal and dead.
He forged the identity of an Allied pilot and successfully escaped from St. Petersburg. There were even many people who protected him just for this false identity.
Just like a simple and unsophisticated wish, it is a union regardless of race, nationality, ideology and belief.
If the Allied pilots in the Battle of AF Island were grand fireworks and mourners in the blue sea, then the Western Front of Mao Xiong at this time was a gravekeeper as cold and quiet as this winter.
"Sir, are you an Allied pilot?" a girl asked Levi.
She pointed at the medal that Levi was still hanging on his chest. Maybe she had some knowledge in this area. She immediately recognized that it belonged to the pilot, and looking at Levi's appearance, it was obvious that he was not a furry bear.
I guess it belongs to the Allies.
"Yes." Levi replied calmly.
The physical condition of these girls is slightly better than that of the residents of St. Petersburg, but only a little better, not to the extent that their skin is cracked and wrinkled, but they are still as skinny as a stick.
However, you can still see the former grace and brilliance of these girls from between their eyebrows. The furry bear girls of this age are at their most beautiful, and they are also recognized as the most beautiful Katyusha in the world.
The speaker was a girl with long yellowish hair, but perhaps due to long-term malnutrition, her hair was as yellow as weeds.
"Here." A girl slowly handed Levi a frozen block.
Levi was a little at a loss. He took it and looked at it. It was a piece of frozen mashed potatoes.
"Pilot, here's this for you too." Another girl wearing glasses said, taking out half a piece of chocolate in her hand.
"And mine..." Another girl took out a little bit of bread...
They all took out the little food they had left. Perhaps a lot of it was their last food, and it was also the only food left before arriving at Mosque on this journey.
"Mr. Pilot, if you have a chance, when you engrave a medal after killing an enemy, write my name on an enemy's engraving. Count me in. My name is Nakarina." The one with long yellowish hair.
the girl said.
Then one girl after another said their names. They only hoped that after Levi killed the enemy, or when he dropped the bomb, he could name them after them on the head or the bomb.
Levi smiled and wrote down the names of these girls one by one.
Another girl asked about Levi's past. Levi thought about it briefly, and then thought about the teammates of the pilot team who were on the Yorktown, and the story compiled by the Bald Eagle after his death.
Use that set of templates happily.
It is such a story to become a pilot simply, to come to the battlefield simply, and then to become the nightmare of the Axis powers.
The truck shook and rocked, moving slowly on the ice of Lake Ladoga. The dawn here was quiet. In such an environment, no one could sleep. If they continued to sleep, they might not see tomorrow.
of the sun.
Li Wei told his story calmly, and every story he told would make these girls' eyes sparkle with stars.
After a long time, Li Wei realized that the sky seemed to be getting dark, and he didn't have much in his stomach at this time.
"Does Mr. Pilot have any dreams?" Nakarina asked as she moved closer to Levi.
"dream……"
"If you want to do something after the war, I heard that most people in your country dream of retiring and becoming a farmer, or continuing to become a pilot, or becoming a pilot instructor, training one pilot after another.
People flying into the blue sky." She said, seeming to know that place very well.
"Dream..." Levi was silent. He said this word. He seemed to have had it before, but now he has forgotten it.
What was your dream?
He had indeed forgotten, completely forgotten.
"Do you have any dreams?" Levi smiled. He decided not to worry about this aspect anymore, and instead asked the girls present.
"I want to be a better astronaut than a pilot. I want to fly out of the atmosphere, out of the solar system, beyond the Milky Way, and to places that humans have never explored in their lifetimes." Nakarina continued,
She looked towards the sky.
Levi continued to be silent. Did he ever have a similar dream?
I don't know, the memories of his previous life are all blurry. He seems to have long forgotten his habits and lifestyle, and has become a completely different person.
"But I may not live until that time. It may take a long time. Such a dream may take a hundred years or a thousand years to achieve. Then I only hope that a hundred years from now, people in the future will be able to take photos and records of aliens.
Place it in front of my grave." She looked at the starry sky.
Levi also looked in that direction, but couldn't see anything. The smoke and storm completely covered everything, not even the moon could be seen.
"A hundred years from now, people in the future should be able to no longer have wars, and then fly out of the planet with all their strength, colonize alien planets, and leave our footprints on one galaxy after another. It will definitely be like this in the future." Nakarina
Keep talking.
Levi continued to be silent. He looked towards the direction where the sun was about to rise in the distance, and thought of the future he had seen in the world of Kuroshio.
Wherever you look, everything is in ruins.
"Yes, it will definitely be like this." Li Wei said quietly.
There seems to be a hint of fish belly white rising in the distance in the direction of Mosque, dawn is approaching, and the sun is about to arrive.
…
On the outskirts of St. Petersburg, General Zhukov had left here to participate in the upcoming defense of Mosque, but other generals continued to take over and launched a long tug-of-war with the surrounding Axis forces.
Based on the news from the International Brigade's mole in the Far East island country, Mao Xiong had already realized that the Axis powers were preparing to launch a surprise attack on Zhenhai, completely pulling the Bald Eagle into the water.
This will allow all energy to be directed to the Western Front battlefield and fully respond to the Axis attacks.
This is Mosque, their last front.
The armored division in the Far East that was originally preparing to defend the island country from a sneak attack retreated to Mosque, and brought back a large amount of Far East Siberian-style cherry blossom potatoes.
These potatoes have won unanimous praise from people in the Land of Winter, because these crops are grown with the blood of enemies and are particularly delicious.
Many of these potatoes will also be packaged and shipped to St. Petersburg, where they will become part of the food for the frontline soldiers here.
At this time, a large group of squads attacked the Axis sentries and fortresses on the front line.
Joki, a small official, did not evacuate with the people from St. Petersburg Women's College. Their mission was to lead a small team here to attract the enemy's firepower and share the enemy's vision with the evacuated people.
That is, die.
Just as they planned, the Axis artillery and aircraft failed to pay attention to the situation in the far north of Lake Ladoga, and all focused on this unusual attack.
They thought this was the clarion call for the furry bears to counterattack, or a feint attack to hide other main attack points, and their vigilance was raised to the highest level.
Blood dyed the snow red.
And when the Axis people finally cleaned up the battlefield, they also found a few lucky people who were not dead.
"Sir, there are Jews here!" a German soldier said excitedly.
They pulled up Joki who had lost a lot of blood on the ground. It could even be seen that he was a man of Jewish descent. They laughed excitedly.
"Send him to the Ji Zhong camp in the rear. It's interesting that we can actually find Jewish people here."
The prisoners were pulled into the car and prepared to be sent to Jizhong Camp.
These prisoners are often not sent to the rear quickly. They are first played in the hands of the soldiers on the front line. After all, in this tense period of war, the front line people need enough entertainment to relax, and they relax.
Way……
Group after group of women and children advanced slowly with their hands raised, while the Axis men behind them picked up rifles and fired shot after shot, competing to see who had more heads.
On the other side, many people were tied to wooden stakes. The soldiers began to install bayonets on their rifles, and the targets for bayonet practice were these living people.
This is how Axis people relaxed.
Qiaoji, a 16-year-old official, was thrown into the frontline camp. A soldier hit him in the face with the butt of a rifle, causing several teeth to fall out and blood to fly everywhere.
"Let's go, let him stay with this loser." The soldiers smiled, not paying attention to the people in the cage.
Qiao Ji slowly got up, and he found that there was not only himself here, but also a young man with disheveled hair who looked like a madman.
"I'm sorry, you came to save me too, but you ended up in this situation." The young man murmured.
"Who are you……"
"Yakov Dzhugashvili, an official." The crazy young man smiled at this time. He proudly revealed his identity, not as a loving father and son, but as a loving father and son.
It is in the capacity of official committee member.
He was the eldest son of a loving father and an official. He was captured in a battle and became the amusement of the Axis people, the humiliation of the whole bear and the fishing bait.
"Qiaoji, an upright person." He smiled with his mouth full of bloody teeth.
"Did we survive?" Yakov asked Choki, the only Davarich he had been able to keep here for several months.
"Not yet, but soon." Qiaoji smiled and looked to the east. By now, the thing in his stomach should have transmitted the position here to the frontline command battlefield through the radio.
He thought of the Allied pilot he met yesterday, the pilot who also needed the coordinates of the Axis camp. By now, he should have obtained the coordinates of this camp.
Then, the two of them stayed in the iron cage, as calm as the cold winter.
Georgi didn't know the man in front of him, and he didn't know that this was the eldest son of his loving father. He thought that this was the person responsible for St. Petersburg, who was captured like him.
"I said Davarisi, have you ever seen a loving father?" After a long time, Qiaoji asked Yakov next to him.
Yakov was stunned. He said nothing, lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.
Qiao Ji didn't notice anything strange about Yakov, and thought to himself that he seemed to have finally found a topic to talk about.
"I only became a committee member last year. All the people in my team who were older than me died. The former committee member protected me before he died and told me that I would become the next committee member of this class after he died." Qiao
Ji continued,
"So I became the official and then learned over a period of time."
He spoke slowly.
"I heard that the first few batches of people were able to see their loving father. Have you seen it?" Qiaoji continued to ask.
"No, I haven't seen it." Yakov tilted his head slightly, not wanting to answer this question again.
"I want to see my loving father before I die." Qiaoji smiled slightly. Even though he looked particularly miserable at this time, he didn't know that he would become a human target for the Axis soldiers for fun.
"In St. Petersburg, I often heard people talk about my loving father. Some people said that my loving father was a hemp seed, and some said that he had red hair. I thought it must be impossible. I thought that my loving father must be a big man, a man, and very powerful.
A fierce man." Qiaoji smiled, his missing front teeth exposed.
"Yeah, I can't tell you what it's like."
"Yeah, haven't you seen it before?"
The two of them chatted like this. At this time, they didn't even feel that they were in the enemy's frontline camp. Instead, they felt like they were on the streets of St. Petersburg.
"Maybe my loving father is just an ordinary person, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin." Yakov said slowly after a long time.
"Ah, maybe." Qiaoji smiled.
"Men of Judah, come out!" At this time, the iron cage opened outside, and the Axis men with bayonets in their hands shouted.
Qiao Ji turned his head slightly and looked at the enemy. He smiled, blood flowing out of the corners of his mouth.
"I am not a Judah." He seemed so proud and proud, and was not timid because of the impending death. For his own identity,
"I am the official, the International Brigade of Allied Forces, the official."
Every word he spoke and every identity he held seemed to be contempt for his enemies, and he was proud of it.
Before leaving, he smiled and kicked his legs, and with the last of his strength, he slapped his leather boots with his hands. This was the Cossack kick dance, which his former boss taught him, but he failed to teach him this dance.