In the primeval forest that blocked the sky and the sun, the three people and one horse did not dare to stop and waste the escape opportunity that Father Dofero gave them with his life. They endured exhaustion and hunger and continued to move deeper into the forest.

On horseback, Wei Ran pressed the aching wound on his shoulder and touched his hot forehead. His heart felt like it was sinking to the end of his large intestine. He had a fever, most likely due to an infection in the wound.

But the anti-inflammatory drugs in the first aid boxes found in the wreckage of the plane and on the bodies of the two pilots had long been consumed by him and his father.

Looking at Fras and David who were walking on both sides of the army horse, Wei Ran silently took off the kettle from his waist and poured the last mouthful of clean boiled water into his mouth.

While escaping, he couldn't help but think about the return mission. He remembered clearly that the return mission given in the metal book was "Assist in destroying at least five tanks and armored vehicles and escape from the enemy encirclement.

All guerrillas take individual photos and no less than two group photos.”

Naturally, the photo taking task has been completed, and the focus has become the previous half-sentence task.

He didn't know whether the metal book was deliberately playing word games with him or was an "omission", which resulted in two interpretations of the first half of the task requirement.

First, assist "them" in destroying at least five tanks and armored vehicles, and assist "them" in escaping from the enemy encirclement.

Second, assist "them" in destroying at least five tanks and armored vehicles, and then escape from the encirclement.

This seemingly minor ambiguity has become a test for Wei Ran in the current situation: should he escape the encirclement with Flas and David or even alone, or should he sacrifice himself? "

Help them escape from the encirclement.

While he was secretly busy doing reading comprehension, the military horse he was riding snored anxiously and kicked his hooves, refusing to move forward.

"careful"

Wei Ran reminded him, leaned over and picked up the submachine gun hanging on the horse's back, and pressed it with one leg to open the safety. One step faster than him, Flas and David also picked up the submachine guns they originally carried.

Look around cautiously.

Less than half a minute later, a hundred meters ahead, a brown bear with shiny fur emerged from under a lying dead tree with two cubs about the size of a dog.

Compared to the two cubs who stood up on their hind legs and looked at Wei Ran and the others curiously, the female bear had already let out a threatening roar, then shook her thick fur and rushed towards them.

!

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

Flas and David immediately fired, while Wei Ran, who could only use one hand, was busy grasping the reins and tightening the horse's belly to comfort the military horse.

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

After another round of shooting, the brown bear's legs and feet finally weakened, rolled into a ball with a howl, and finally fell into the grass no more than 20 meters away from the three of them. The two cubs in the distance were also tumbling upside down.

The little short-legged boy ran over and stopped next to the female bear's body before the two Frass fired. He groaned and cupped the bloody nose of the female bear.

"Even the worst hunter will not kill the female bear before winter comes." David sighed self-reproaching. "I'm afraid it will be difficult for those two little guys to survive the coming winter."

"Stop discussing such meaningless things."

As he spoke, Flass had already put on his submachine gun again with an expressionless expression, "Let's go quickly. The shots we just fired may have alerted the enemies who may be behind us."

Sighing secretly, David also put away his rifle. He glanced at the compass he found on the pilot's body before, and then prepared to go around the brown bear's body.

However, just as they took steps, there was a faint gunshot behind them!

Subconsciously turning around, the three of them saw the conspicuous red flare rising into the sky due west! What made them even more desperate was that the flare was too close!

"Go east!"

Wei Ran immediately said, "Keep going deeper into the forest. The further we go, the harder it will be for them to catch us!"

Upon hearing this, Fras and David immediately changed direction and walked deeper into the forest.

On horseback, Wei Ran took one last look at the red flare that had not yet fallen. He gritted his teeth and threw the map bag hanging on the horse, the canvas pocket bag of political commissar Vinia and the two lunch boxes and water bottles at Flas.

At the foot of the horse, he also knocked hard on the ribs of the army horse and controlled it to run out.

"Victor! What are you going to do!" Fras, who had already run out, realized something was wrong and shouted anxiously while chasing him.

"The task is given to you, you must escape!"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took out his harmonica and threw it away from a distance, "I'll give this to you too. I'll go back to save dad!"

After saying that, he ignored the shouts of Fras and David, stuck tightly to the horse's back, and controlled the horse to run in the southeast direction, which was almost in the opposite direction.

He waited until the two people behind him were completely covered by the forest, and waited until he estimated that the distance between them was almost one kilometer, then he stopped, stood up straight in the stirrups, and pulled out the gun from his waist.

The flare gun was loaded with a red flare, aimed straight at the sky above and pulled the trigger!

"boom!"

After the gunfire, the red signal flare jumped into the sky with its tail smoke, but Wei Ran put the pistol away from his waist, shook the reins and shouted to the army horse to continue moving toward the southeast.

After about half an hour, he stopped again, raised his flare gun and fired a blue flare, then turned his horse's head and ran out due east, completely ignoring the rising stars behind him from time to time.

signal flare.

They walked like this for a long time with the enemy hanging behind them. As the sky darkened, Wei Ran also controlled his horse and stopped by a creek.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! While the horse was drinking water, he also walked to a willow tree, broke off a few branches, peeled off the bark with his teeth and chewed it slowly, hoping

The salicylic acid contained in the bark can help relieve the pain of wounds and reduce high fever.

Sucking the bitterness in the bark, he did not stop. Instead, he lit a bonfire as quickly as possible, heated up the leftover broth he had eaten before, and then boiled two pots of water and filled the metal book.

British kettle and German kettle on his waist, and then added some firewood.

When the fire started to burn, he pressed a thick armful of green pine branches that were deliberately wetted, then pulled out the flare gun again and fired a green flare.

Without any delay at all, he immediately led the horse, and with the sound of a signal flare rising from the direction behind him, he stepped down the stream, once again opened a distance of about two to three hundred meters, and hid in a place.

Next to a thick pine tree, an anti-tank gun with only four high-speed armor-piercing rounds left was slowly set up.

Sure enough, he didn't have to wait long at all. He noticed in the sight of the scope that there were more flashing flashlight lights in the forest. Among these lights, the two brightest beams were undoubtedly two cars, which were particularly good in this environment.

Headlights for half-track motorcycles.

He continued to wait quietly for a moment. When the two half-track motorcycles stopped not far from the smoking bonfire, he immediately used two fingers of his left hand to click in the direction of the headlights.

A heavy trigger!

"boom!"

Amidst the dull gunfire, the bright car lights suddenly went out, and panicked shouts and panicked counterattacks came from the direction of the bonfire.

"The second-line troops might be puppet troops."

Weiran secretly mocked and pulled the trigger again towards another half-track motorcycle that forgot to turn off its lights.

"boom!"

After the second high-speed armor-piercing round was fired, the lights of the half-track motorcycle also went out. After his kind reminder, the other lights in the forest also went out one after another.

At the same time, Wei Ran had already put away his anti-tank gun and left the hiding spot. While continuing to chew the willow bark, he quickly ran to the chained military horse in the distance. After a little effort, he turned over and climbed up, dragging him with him.

The reins steered it slowly around to the enemy's flank due south, selected a position again, and fired a round of bullets from the machine gun that fired from time to time.

At this time, the forest was completely quiet. No one dared to turn on the lights, no one dared to fire, and no one even dared to make any sound.

Once again putting away the anti-tank gun with only the last bullet left, Wei Ran once again rode his horse to distance himself due east, and fired another flare in a provocative manner.

At this point, apart from the submachine gun and the Nagant revolver provided by the metal book, he only had one 20 mm caliber high-speed armor-piercing bullet and two signal flares left on him.

In the gradually rising night, Wei Ran, who was dizzy, swallowed the chewed willow bark in his mouth, pulled the reins and asked the horse to turn around and walk slowly due south, while he struggled on the horse's back.

He opened the lunch box with one hand and swallowed the still warm broth into his stomach.

After emptying his lunch box and filling more than half a bottle of water, Wei Ran, who felt better, turned his horse's head again towards the east. After walking for about a kilometer or two, he turned back to the north and circled silently.

Went back.

Soon, he was guided back by the steaming smoke column of the previously lit bonfire.

He tied the horse and set up the anti-tank gun again with only one bullet left. Wei Ran could clearly see through the sight on the gun and the light released by the bonfire. Except for two vehicles on the spot, they were scrapped by the anti-tank gun.

, besides the half-track motorcycle that was being repaired, there were several soldiers in German uniforms sitting by the campfire, warming themselves up, and two bandaged wounded people were lying on their backs.

After some observation, Wei Ran put away his anti-tank gun, and using the cover of shrubs and grass, he slowly crawled closer, closing the distance between the two sides to less than a hundred meters, and waited patiently.

Thanks to the light provided by the campfire, he could clearly see that in addition to the six "able-bodied people" surrounding the campfire, there were also two "maintenance workers" squatting next to the two half-track motorcycles. If

Including the two wounded, the number of people was exactly a full German squad.

I just don’t know if there are any other ambushes around...

Wei Ran muttered secretly, and slowly stuffed another piece of willow bark into his mouth, chewing it while waiting patiently.

As time passed, the four "maintenance workers" finally removed the front wheels of the two half-track motorcycles that had been damaged by the anti-tank guns of the guardsmen and successfully started them, driving

They circled the campfire.

Seeing this, the six "able-bodied people" who were warming up by the fire immediately cheered, exchanged a few words with each other in German that Weiran could not understand at the moment, and then worked together to help the two wounded people to the back seat of the half-track motorcycle.

On the chair.

"I'm really troubling you..."

Wei Ran muttered something to himself, raised his submachine gun, and pulled the trigger towards the enemies gathered together.

"Da da da da..."

After this round of strafing, which directly emptied the magazine, the enemies surrounding the half-track motorcycle fell to the ground like wheat.
To be continued...