Live in that shack, the journalist comrade we just talked about also lived here before, and many of his things are still there, maybe you can use them."

"Okay" Wei Ran nodded and agreed to the other party's arrangement.

"Olga, go and bring Comrade Victor's backpack. Jonia, go and bring some firewood and help Comrade Victor light the fireplace."

"yes!"

Olga and Jonya responded simply, turned around and ran in different directions. At the same time, Seryosha also shouted at the horse to run, leading Wei Ran around the cemetery and to the shack.

's doorway.

This shack is not really big, it is a semi-underground structure, and the only window is the size of two instant noodles.

Through the faint skylight reflected from the snow outside, you can vaguely see that on the side of the entrance is a fireplace made of earth. Except for this area, the surrounding walls are all reinforced with wood, and even the ground is covered with a layer of wooden boards.

Next to the fireplace, there is a single bed made of wooden boards. In the remaining half of the space, which is almost as big as the single bed, there is also a simple log table.

"This was originally where we stored ammunition and oil."

Seryosha explained, “But we are seriously short of both ammunition and fuel, so this place has been idle.

Comrade Victor, you can live here, this shack is far enough away from the position and safe enough."

As he spoke, he pulled out an ammunition box from under the bed, dug out an iron oil lamp with green paint and lit it. "These are all things left by the last reporter. You may be able to use them."

"Father Seryosha, can I ask about the basic situation of this position?" Wei Ran asked.

"Slowly you will understand"

Father Seryozha said, "Now I have to elect a new transporter."

"Can I follow along and take a look?"

"It's up to you." Before Father Seryozha could finish his words, he had already turned around and got out of the hole.

Seeing this, Wei Ran quickly followed him out of the hole again.

Before he had gone far, Father Seryozha took out a whistle and put it in his mouth to blow. Soon, people came running towards the other two shacks and in the direction of the position one after another.

Soon, a total of only 14 people stood in a row beside the cemetery, including Olga, who was carrying Wei Ran's backpack, and Jonia, who was holding an armful of firewood.

"Send Comrade Victor's things in first."

Seryozha waved his hand and said, "Let me introduce you, this is Comrade Victor, a reporter from Komsomolskaya Pravda."

After saying this, the remaining 12 people in the row began to chatter among themselves.

But what kind of group of people are they...

Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh. Even though these people in tattered clothes tried their best to wrap themselves up tightly, even in the dark sky, he could still barely see clearly. There was an old man who was about the same age as Father Seryozha.

An old woman with a stooped figure, and the remaining children number 7 or 8 are all children no older than 16 or 17. Among them, the one at the bottom is probably only about ten years old judging from her height.

"Quiet, be quiet!"

Seryosha waited until Olga and Zonya returned to the team before he received, "Our transporter Vanya died, and the gunner Mikhail was also injured.

Now we need to select a new transporter to send Mikhail to the rear, and at the same time, we need to bring back the ammunition we urgently need, and continue to apply for artillery shields."

After a short pause, Seryosha said, "We first select the transporters, and now the gun crew members will come out."

As the order was given, a young man and two girls, including Zionia, took a step forward, then ran to the sledge and lifted the kerosene and four ammunition boxes from the car.

"Vasily, it's your job."

Before he finished speaking, Seryozha had already walked into the queue and stood at the head of the queue. Immediately afterwards, the smallest militiaman at the end of the queue came out of the queue, stretched out a finger, and started one by one starting from Seryozha at the head of the queue.

Click on it, and at the same time said the nursery rhyme in the unique drake voice of the voice changing stage, "A German walked out of the thick fog, and pulled out a knife from his pocket. It's you who wants to kill or scratch."

When the short nursery rhyme stopped, his finger also fell on a young boy.

"Sergey, you will be the transporter from now on." Seryosha, who was at the head of the queue, said, "Let's set off now."

"yes!"

Sergey stepped out of the queue, saluted everyone, and walked towards the horse-drawn sledge not far away.

"Please wait a moment," Wei Ran said, "Can you let me take a picture of you?"

"The last journalist comrade has already photographed me."

Sergey said that he had already sat on the sledge and handed the blood-stained cloak to Wei Ran, "Comrade reporter, instead of taking pictures, we need a transporter to deliver supplies here more than taking pictures."

After saying that, without waiting for Wei Ran to say anything, he shook the reins and shouted to the horse-drawn sledge and ran out of the forest without hesitation.

"Next we need to select the gunner, cook, and Olga to replace Mikhail." Seryosha ordered.

Hearing this, Olga and the old woman in the team also came out one after another and stood at the edge of the team.

"Vasily, go on," Seryosha said again.

Seeing this, Wei Ran was stunned for a moment and walked towards the team.

His sudden move made the little guy in charge of ordering troops feel confused and at a loss.

"Vasily, go ahead." Wei Ran urged gently.

After a moment of silence, Vasily started with the person next to Sergei and said again, "A German walked out of the thick fog. He pulled out a knife from his pocket. It's you who wants to kill or scratch him."

When his fingers stopped, a girl stepped out and automatically stood next to the three-person gun crew.

"Yulia serves as gunner"

Seryosha stepped out of the queue and said, "Comrades, we are the last line of defense on the ice highway. We can die and the island can be bombed, but if the planes break through our defense line, Leningrad will lose a lot of vitality."

Important bullets and food."

"Everything is for victory! Everything is for the front line! Defend Leningrad to the death!" Everyone present except Wei Ran shouted the same slogan in unison.

"Disband!" Seryosha said and blew the whistle again.

At the whistle, the artillery crew members who had replenished their numbers called a few people for help, carried the ammunition boxes and ran to the artillery position at the edge of the forest. The rest of the people were also busy with other tasks according to their division of labor. Even the person in charge

The little boy who was in charge of the troops pulled a wooden sledge to the edge of the island. Obviously, he also had a job.

"Father Seryozha, please arrange some work for me." Wei Ran said again.

"Aren't you here for an interview?" Seryosha asked.

"I have plenty of time, don't I?" Wei Ran asked back.

"Let me think"

Seryosha thought for a moment and said, "Well, Victor, if you are interested, you can go to the sentry tower. You can see our entire camp there. You can also talk to Yuri, who is in charge of the sentry tower.

Chat, he has a loud voice and a big mouth, and you can get answers to everything you want to know from him."

After saying that, Seryosha pointed to the chef who was walking away, "If you are willing, you can also help Aunt Vlada. Her legs and feet are not very convenient, but her kitchen is the warmest place.

Also, all the gifts you brought can be sent to her."

"Last question"

Wei Ran pointed to the other two shacks, "Can I go to those two shacks?"

"Of course, the boys' dormitory is on the left, and the female soldiers' dormitory is on the right, so remember to knock on the door before entering."

After Seryozha finished speaking, he picked up the bucket of kerosene and walked towards the male soldiers' dormitory.

After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran returned to his shack with the blood-stained Soviet cloak. With the light of the oil lamp, he first lit the Russian-style fireplace made of soil and stones, and then lit the enamel milk can placed on it.

Filled with snow and placed on top.

After blowing out the oil lamp, Wei Ran closed the doors and windows, and used the firelight from the fireplace to take out the props that could be used this time and inspect them one by one.

Fortunately, the kerosene gas lamps, lighters, and heaters were full of oil, the pens and ink sacs were full of ink, and there were even 20 cigarettes in the cigarette case.

The most important thing is that the airdrop box holding the cast iron stove was not only filled with coal, but also the kerosene lamp and the kerosene in the German kettle, as well as the kerosene left by Kona when she entered the Leningrad battlefield last time.

His bottle of canned salou meat was not withheld!

Without any hesitation, Wei Ran took out the bottle of canned Salo meat and stuffed it into his backpack, then put away the airdrop box, and then dragged the box containing the last reporter's relics to the fireplace.

There are not many things in this box, a German individual kettle picked up or captured from unknown sources. A silver coffee pot about the size of an orange, obviously also obtained from the Germans. In this coffee pot

, and also contained several bags of substitute coffee also produced in Germany.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Little Bourgeois..." Wei Ran snorted and continued to rummage through the box.

There was also a pair of sheepskin gloves and a wool blanket in the box. When he opened the wool blanket, he found that there was also a small long black leather suitcase with a rucksack hidden underneath.

"What kind of rare thing is this?"

As Wei Ran spoke, he opened the only two metal locks of the suitcase and opened it, then raised his eyebrows in surprise.

This is really a rare thing, something that he never expected to appear here - a Leica gun camera with one camera and two lenses!

After rummaging through the box, in addition to the camera, there were more than a dozen sealed film tubes.

However, just by looking at the labels on the sealed tubes, you can tell that most of these films have been photographed, and apart from the roll installed in the camera itself, there is only one unused film left.

However, it was also through the labels on these film seal tubes that he was able to know that it was probably the end of January or early February of 1942, which was almost the most difficult and severe time of the situation.

He also knew that at this very moment, in the city of Leningrad, Kona and the children were struggling against the cold and hunger.
To be continued...