"Nothing gained,"

As Saveli spoke, he dragged the bucket filled with various things to the door of the tent, and at the same time explained, "There are indeed a few people named Petrov in our village, but I asked them one by one, and they all

I've never heard of the name you mentioned.

No one in the village knew anything about the guerrillas. In fact, my father told me on the phone that our village was only established in the late 1960s, and my father followed my grandparents at that time.

, came with the logging team from the countryside of Petersburg.

The rest of the people in the village are similar, they either came here with the logging teams, or they migrated here to follow the fish canneries or mines."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "So there are almost no locals in your village?" Wei Ran asked while bringing the stewed beef to the table.

"There are no locals. There are probably a lot of local brown bears. But my father, Uncle Pasha, and Mr. Alexey will come over tomorrow. Then my father will help us go to our friends in the town to ask about that town.

It is said that it existed during the time of Tsarist Russia.”

Saveli finished speaking and pointed to the vise in the bucket, "Where is this placed?"

"No hurry, come here to eat something to warm yourself up."

Wei Ran greeted again, he was not disappointed with the result. If it were so easy to find the real owner, I'm afraid it wouldn't be their turn to bother coming here.

Upon hearing this, Saveli immediately got into the tent, took off his coat and gloves, and took out a bottle of high-end vodka from the pocket of his coat.

"Don't drink wine."

Wei Ran stopped the other party this time and said, "Let's have some tea. Let's dismantle all the fuses on those grenades later."

Taking a sip from the cup Wei Ran handed him, Saveli smacked his lips and asked, "What kind of tea is this? Why does it taste so weird?"

"Hawthorn leaf tea" Wei Ran sat on the edge of the folding table holding his cup.

"It should taste better if you add some sugar."

As Saveli said, he found a sugar box with a familiarity, grabbed two sugar packets from it, tore them open and poured them into the cup. At the same time, he asked curiously, "Victor, the historian still has

Do you want to know how to defuse bombs?”

"You can't expect the police to come and help, right?"

Wei Ran asked of course, "When there is a big discovery like this, no one wants the police to appear within a hundred meters."

"That makes sense. I thought historians buried themselves in archives."

After saying that, Saveli took a sip of the tea with sugar, and then he took the wooden spoon from Wei Ran's hand without any courtesy, and served himself a large plate of steaming beef stew, and then grabbed a roasted charred beef stew.

The fragrant riba was torn open and thrown into the thick soup.

While introducing the things they had just dug out while Saveri was away, the two of them also ate to their stomachs and drank up the hawthorn leaf tea in the coffee pot.

After resting enough, Wei Ran asked the other party to use the plastic bucket to drag the oversized vise, which weighed at least thirty or forty kilograms, to the edge of a big tree and secure it with a few large nails.

Firmly fixed on the tree trunk.

"Are you really sure?" Saveli asked for the last time.

"Do not worry"

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already carefully picked up an M39 grenade, first carefully stuck its body in a vise, and then used the vise to pinch the dish nut of the fuze and lock it.

Finally, he tied the more than 30-meter-long climbing rope to the handle of the vise. Wei Ran picked up the bottle of WD40 and sprayed it around the thread where the fuze and the projectile were screwed together. Then he immediately called to Save.

Together they hid behind a boulder and waited patiently.

After about three to five minutes, Wei Ran slowly pulled the rope and used the leverage provided by the vise to loosen the fuse without any effort at all.

After completing the most dangerous part, the next steps were much easier. Wei Ran used the cover of the big tree where the vise was fixed to go around, used a wooden stick prepared in advance to gently move the vise, and easily removed the dangerous weapon.

The fuse was unscrewed.

The first grenade was so easily dismantled that Saveli, who was sweating from a distance, breathed a sigh of relief.

Next, the two of them cooperated with each other and dismantled the fuses of the remaining 29 grenades one by one without any danger, and then threw all the missile bodies that no longer threatened into an iron bucket.

After removing the greatest danger from the scene, Saveli immediately opened the bottle of wine he brought and poured out two glasses. He celebrated a little with Wei Ran, and then picked up his metal detector again.

He continued to search for any possible discoveries in the pile of rocks.

Compared to Saveli's blind enthusiasm, Wei Ran was much lazier. At this time, he was nesting in the tent, pulling Beria's huge dog's head while looking at the kettle that he had washed clean.

The only clue on the kettle is naturally the round bullet hole. However, there is only one bullet hole. In other words, the bullet that was shot into the kettle did not penetrate the kettle, nor was it damaged due to the high pressure of the bullet impact.

The kettle itself burst, and there was no sign of even bulging in the kettle itself.

Looking at Saveli who was holding a metal detector in the distance, Wei Ran picked up the bullet belt he had dug out before, pulled out a magazine from it, took out a Mauser rifle bullet, and pressed the bullet against the kettle.

Tried the bullet holes in it.

Sure enough, it wasn't a rifle bullet...

Wei Ran casually threw the bullet into the iron bucket. The bullet was too big for the bullet hole and could not squeeze through.

After thinking for a while, he simply took out the newly obtained PPK pistol from the metal book, pulled the slide and pulled out a bullet to try. This time, the bullet head of the bullet could be inserted with some reluctance.

So it was shot with a pistol?

Wei Ran put the bullet back into the magazine of the pistol and put it back into the metal book. Then he pulled the dog's head and closed his eyes, and began to recall the scars on the knee of the corpse.

He could probably imagine a scene. One winter during World War II, a Soviet man named Igor Augustovich Petrov ambushed a German soldier using a Mauser sniper rifle.

This Igor was probably a guerrilla or militiaman with service experience. He hit the German in the knee with a precise shot and disabled him.

Perhaps Igor wanted to capture the German alive, but he shot the kettle hanging on his waist with his pistol.

Fortunately, due to various reasons, the bullet did not penetrate the kettle, and Igor was finally captured alive...

But how to explain the ax inlaid on the face of the corpse?

Wei Ran couldn't help but frowned. Did Ke Kettle throw an accurate flying ax as an emergency response after being shot? Or was he simply venting his anger after being captured alive?

Just when Weiran hadn't figured this out, Saveli's surprised shout came from the distance, "Victor! Come here! Look what I found!"

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately opened his eyes and sat up, ran out of the tent with his dog Beria, and followed the opponent's headlights with a flashlight.

"look here!"

After Saveli waited for Wei Ran and his dog to run over, stepping on his footprints one step at a time, he immediately pointed to the branch of a pine tree with the stick in his hand.

This branch can be as thick as a thigh, and it is almost two meters away from the ground. At the gap between the branch and the trunk, a rusty German helmet looks like a lampshade, with almost half of it growing into the trunk.

Inside the helmet, there were actually several rusty bullet casings hung with thin wires. In the middle of these bullet casings, which looked like wind chimes, there was also a German square box flashlight hanging with wires. On this square box flashlight, there were

There is still a black leather case that wraps it tightly.

Saveli gently flicked the bullet casings, and suddenly they collided with the helmet and made a crisp and clear knocking sound.

"I also found these"

Saveli threw away the wooden stick in his hand and took out a few more bullet casings from his pocket, "These are Nagant rifle bullets. I also have a very accurate shotgun at home that also uses this kind of bullet."

After taking the bullet and looking at it, Wei Ran couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. These bullet shells were close to the root of the primer, and all had holes drilled through them. These were the same size, with holes the size of mung beans.

A piece of rusty wire remains.

Looking up at the helmet, Wei Ran put the bullet casing into his pocket, then climbed up on the branch and carefully removed the square box flashlight with the leather sheath from inside.

"Did you find anything?" Saveli came over and looked at the small object in Wei Ran's hand and asked curiously.

"Those bullet casings are bullets used by the Soviet army"

"I know that." Saveli nodded.

"But those regular holes in the bullet casings, I guess, were probably made with the hand drill that was already growing in the tree trunk."

"And hang here?"

"And this square box flashlight"

Wei Ran pointed the beam of his headlight at the lens of the flashlight in his hand, "This flashlight looked like this before I took it off. The air shield was raised, the lamp head was facing directly downward, and the red signal mode was turned on. This should be the case in the dark night.

Very conspicuous.”

"It's hard not to notice," Saveli nodded in agreement.

"I guess it's a trap"

Wei Ran casually buckled the flashlight's air-raid cover and put it into his pocket, "Set such a conspicuous red signal source here. If there are Germans around, they will definitely take a look."

"Then he was shot to death by someone from a distance?" Saveli obviously kept up with Wei Ran's pace.

"Maybe, it's just a guess after all."

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he glanced at the two boulders in the distance where the body was found. Compared to this trap, it looked like a very good sniper position at first glance.

It's just that the distance between the two is a bit too close. It's less than a hundred meters in total. Not to mention rifles, even submachine guns can reach this distance, so there must be other sniping positions...

When he thought of this, Wei Ran had already subconsciously looked in the direction of the top of the mountain.

"Victor, why don't you take this off too?" Saveli asked, pointing to the helmet that had grown into the tree trunk and the remaining bullet casings.

"I won't take it off yet, just take a few photos."

Wei Ran said, having already taken out his cell phone to take a photo of the helmet trap, and then said, "You continue searching here, I'll go back and think about it."
To be continued...