In the forest in early spring, as the setting sun was blocked by the tall canopy of the red pine forest, and as the cold spring rain pattered through the treetops and hit everywhere, Wei Ran had to stop and find a flat location.

A tent was set up under the canopy of a thick pine tree - just like that late autumn in 1941.

The only difference is that now we no longer have to worry about Germans with weapons appearing.

After feeding Beria with the dog food he carried on his back, Wei Ran lay on the sleigh covered with bearskin and carefully read the notepad left by political commissar Vinya with the help of the oil lamp hanging on the handle of the sleigh behind him.

The content inside guesses what kind of battles he experienced on the frontal battlefield before entering the forest to fight guerrillas.

At the same time, he couldn't help but guess who would be waiting for him at that address in Donetsk.

At some point, the only sound left in this warm tent was the sizzling sound of the American oil stove with a heater on it and the sound of even breathing.

Beria, the dog who was lying next to the sleigh, stared at Wei Ran with his small eyes, and then turned his body, aiming his head at the gap deliberately left by the tent door, and raised his big furry ears.

Listen carefully to the drizzle outside and any suspicious movements.

That night, Wei Ran slept more soundly than ever before, and in his dreams, old songs that had been sung in this forest repeatedly echoed.

In the blink of an eye, the next morning, when he stretched out and woke up, the drizzle outside the tent still showed no sign of stopping, but at the entrance of the tent, there were three more big and fat hares, whose necks had been bitten off.

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Gently touching the head of the dog that came over to say hello, Wei Ran glanced at the time and was not in a hurry to leave. He slowly packed up the three hares and made a calorie-sufficient breakfast for himself and the dog.

It was not until eight o'clock in the morning that Wei Ran, who had eaten and drank enough, unhurriedly packed up the tent, took back the metal book, and took out the half-track motorcycle while Beria looked on with surprise.

"Go up"

Wei Ran patted the seat in the back. Beria shook his fluffy fur and jumped up neatly, letting Wei Ran cover him with a poncho.

Putting on the Soviet cloak, he mounted the half-track motorcycle, started it, and drove over the mountains to the destination under the guidance of the GPS.

It was approaching noon, and the budding spring rain still hadn't stopped, but Wei Ran stopped his motorcycle. Directly in front of him was a logging road that had been abandoned for a long time.

At the end of the logging road, there was an abandoned and collapsed cabin. Neither this logging road nor this cabin was something he had ever seen before.

After looking around, out of caution, he did not put away the half-track motorcycle. Instead, he tied the dog's leash to the motorcycle and walked toward the collapsed and abandoned hut alone.

As he got closer, the first thing he saw was a Soviet-era crawler tractor parked at the door of the wooden house that had been dismantled except for its chassis, with most of its body covered by shoulder-high grass.

Walking around the tractor and standing at the door of the dilapidated house, you can still vaguely see traces of someone once living inside.

Without venturing into the wooden house, Wei Ran circled around the wooden house and finally found a stone tombstone still inlaid with an iron five-pointed star and hammer and sickle in a small forest of birches not far away, as well as

There is another tombstone that is smaller in size and does not have any inlays.

He took out his Mauser bayonet and gently scraped off the moss and stains on the first tombstone. Then he saw the names of Platoon Commander Talas and the guerrilla fighters he led on the first tombstone. In this list

It also includes Commissar Zinovi who died in the diatomaceous earth shack.

Looking at another small tombstone, the name engraved on it begins with Doferro, and the year of his birth and death is written as "April 1943-December 1988."

It seems that this should be the child of Fras and the female doctor Jilia...

Wei Ran stood up, glanced at the collapsed wooden house, returned to the edge of the half-track motorcycle without any nostalgia, and drove out of the forest along the logging road that had been abandoned for who knows how long.

As for how many secrets there are left here, how much the "child" also named Dofero knew when he was alive. He believed that as long as he disclosed the location of this place to Mr. Alexander, the latter would definitely be able to find out.

Not long after walking along this logging road, he saw the road in the distance. Seeing this, he put away the Soviet cloak and the half-track motorcycle he was driving, and led the dog.

I hurriedly walked over and found the previously rented car with the help of the navigation system.

But next, he had difficulties regarding whether to go to Donetsk and how to go.

"I finally know why Sun Houhou's master said that when he came out of the mountain..."

As Wei Ran muttered, he took out the satellite phone from the food box and dialed Culp without any psychological burden.

"Victor, why did you remember to call me?" Culp on the other end asked with a smile as soon as the call was connected. Obviously, the other party seemed to be in a good mood at this time.

"I'm worried that you miss me," Wei Ran responded with a playful smile.

"Don't talk like that bastard Jima." Culp on the other end laughed and scolded, "Tell me, what do you want from me? I'm waiting in your library for Lola to bring my coffee."

"I want to go to Donetsk," Wei Ran, who was pretending to be polite, said straightforwardly.

"Are you crazy and want to be a ridiculous war reporter again?" Culp even changed into German when he said this.

"No, please don't mention this matter again, okay?" Wei Ran responded awkwardly in German.

"kill?"

"How can I, a historian, have so many people to kill?"

Wei Ran grinned dumbfounded, "I was investigating some things for Mr. Alexander in Volgograd, and now I have found the relics of a Soviet frontline political commissar during World War II. His mailing address is in Donetsk. I want to go

Take a look, maybe you can find his family."

"Where are you now?" Culp visibly breathed a sigh of relief after hearing Wei Ran's explanation.

"Bryansk, I'm in Bryansk..."

"I know," Culp on the other end said, not waiting for Wei Ran to finish, "Someone will call you later."

After saying this, the cool and handsome old man Culp hung up the phone very simply as if he was worried about the phone bill.

Listening to the busy signal coming from the phone, Wei Ran threw it aside and drove the car, taking Beria, who only caught three rabbits in the whole journey, towards the city in a leisurely manner.

Before he could return the rented car, an unfamiliar number called.

"Mr. Victor?"

"It's me" Wei Ran stopped the car and responded.

"I'm waiting for you in the parking lot of the airport, red SUV, double flashes." The person on the other end of the phone said nonchalantly.

"I'll be there soon." As soon as Wei Ran finished saying this, the person on the other side hung up the phone.

Weighing the satellite phone in his hand, Wei Ran stepped on the accelerator again, drove the car and turned around at the next intersection towards the airport.

Without wasting any effort, he saw a red SUV with double flashers on the side of the parking lot entrance.

Double-dodge towards the opponent, who immediately left the parking space and drove to the deepest part of the parking lot. Seeing this, Wei Ran also followed the opponent across a lane. In the end, the two cars parked side by side.

Two parking spaces next to each other.

"Mr. Victor, please come with me." After the passenger window of another car was lowered, a man in formal attire who looked to be in his forties said to him.

"I also brought a dog with me." Wei Ran pointed to his co-pilot.

"Does he want to go with him too?" The man in formal attire who had already opened the car door didn't seem to think there was anything wrong with bringing an extra dog there.

"Help me find a place to foster care."

Wei Ran was prepared and said that the reason why he brought the dog to Bryansk was just to avoid encountering any wild beasts in the forest. Now that the dog's mission has been completed, there is no need to follow him anymore.

"No problem, come with me and muzzle your pet if you can."

After finishing speaking, the man in formal attire, who didn't seem to be planning to introduce himself, waited patiently for Wei Ran to muzzle Beria before leading them into the airport. After a step-by-step security check, they entered a lounge.

inside.

"We will take a flight to Rostov-on-Don in about an hour."

The middle-aged man was minding his own business eating the free snacks and said vaguely, "When you get there, someone will send you to wherever you want to go."

"Where is it?" Wei Ran pointed to Beria, the dog squatting beside him.

"When we get to Rostov, I will find a shelter for it temporarily." The middle-aged man replied without thinking.

After hearing this, Wei Ran stopped asking any more questions and obeyed the other party's arrangements with peace of mind.

About an hour later, the middle-aged man boarded a flight with Wei Ran and his dog, squeezed into the last row of economy class seats, and rushed to the border city of Rostov amidst the loud noise.

However, what he didn't expect was that before leaving the airport, the middle-aged man handed him over to a bearded man and verbally gave Wei Ran's requirements.

"Come with me"

The bearded man was even more straightforward. After inviting Wei Ran to follow him out of the airport, he got straight into the cab of a container truck.

"I will take good care of your pet until you come back."

After the truck driver finished speaking, while waiting for the red light, he took out a ham sausage from a torn bag behind the cab seat, bit it open and handed it to the dog who was squatting at Weiran's feet.

Beria, who was obviously drooling, turned around without thinking, leaving the back of his head to the truck driver. At the same time, he put his wide mouth on Wei Ran's lap and stared at him helplessly.

Wei Ran.

"Eat it"

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, the naughty dog ​​turned around again and gently took the ham handed by the truck driver.

“What a smart little guy”

The truck driver praised him, and after trying to pet Beria's dog's head, he stepped on the accelerator and drove the container truck through the intersection with a green light.

Less than half an hour later, the car drove into a large courtyard. What Wei Ran didn't expect was that he saw a familiar sign at the door of the large courtyard - "Grapevine Agricultural Products Company"!

Apparently, Culp sent him to Donetsk through the channels of Uncle Chubu, the big-eared man who sent them on the plane.

Knowing who was helping him, Wei Ran relaxed a little. Under the guidance of the truck driver, he tied the dog Beria to a BMP1 infantry fighter that had been parked for an unknown amount of time in the deepest part of the yard.

On the idle wheels of the car.
To be continued...