"What are you going to do with this?"

Wei Ran asked curiously while holding his lunch box and soothing his stomach after being hungry for a whole day with the soft stewed fish head.

He had to admit that although there was not much seasoning, the fish head stewed by Aunt Vlada tasted quite good.

"Boil the fish scales overnight and let them cool, and they will turn into delicious jelly tomorrow."

Vlada explained happily, "Those offal are not dirty, and boiling them overnight can produce a lot of fish oil. Not only can they treat children's chilblains, but they can also be used as candles after solidification, which can help us."

Save precious kerosene."

"Where's the fish head?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"It's for eating." Vlada responded naturally.

"Those fish..."

"The fish and meat will be sent to Leningrad"

Olga answered the question for her mother, "They need this food more, comrade reporter, there are still a lot of can bombs on this island, right?"

"It seems like the fish in the lake are going to suffer," Wei Ran said with a smile, "but I like this job."

"We were still worried that you would have different opinions on how to deal with it." Vlada was completely relieved.

"I've been to Leningrad," Weiran said abruptly.

"We are Leningraders," Vlada and her daughter Olga replied in unison.

“So there’s a consensus.”

As he spoke, Wei Ran put the lunch box to his mouth and took a big mouthful of thick fish soup, "This fish soup is really delicious."

"Everyone ate with open stomachs today," Vlada said with a smile, "We still have a lot of fish heads."

"There are also many can bombs on the island"

Wei Ran added, and everyone still in the kitchen burst into laughter.

Putting down his lunch box, Wei Ran took out his camera again. After some adjustments, he focused the lens on everyone, especially Vlada, who was serving soup and fish heads by the pot, and pressed the shutter on her.

That night, Wei Ran left the warm and lively kitchen until he had completely filled his stomach, was sweating profusely from eating, and had taken photos of everyone holding lunch boxes with fish head soup.

He returned to his shack and lit the fireplace. He burped happily, lay on the bed and lit a cigarette. While patiently waiting for the shack to heat up, he was also secretly thinking about how to take the remaining group photos.

And how to complete the tasks of early warning and destroying enemy aircraft.

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Step on a disgusting butterfly bomb.

"Sergei is back!"

Just at this moment, Andre's shout of surprise came faintly from outside the shack.

Hearing this, Wei Ran, who had been lying down, immediately got up, put on his boots and ran out of the shack.

When he ran all the way to the door of the boys' dormitory, he saw the shivering Sergey being helped off the sledge by old Ivan and Seryosha, and he even saw the kerosene lamp he had provided.

Olga came over, and Vlada held a lunch box of fish soup in her hands.

"Yeah...sorry"

Sergey, who was shivering from the cold, said guiltily, "I didn't... didn't bring back the gun shield, I... I only received..."

“We’ll talk about this later!”

Father Seryozha ignored Wei Ran who was pressing the shutter next to him, and said distressedly, "Hurry and help him in to warm him up!"

"ammunition"

Sergey turned around with difficulty and pointed at the sledge, "Kerosene... and... medicine... medicine."

"Let's talk after we get in!"

Seryosha directly carried Sergei into the shack, but Zonia took the gun crew members and lifted eight boxes of ammunition and a barrel of kerosene from the sledge. At the same time, Olga also picked up

A wooden box containing medicine.

This was not over yet. Almost at the same time as the supplies on the sledge were being emptied, Vlada brushed the ice and snow off the horse pulling the sledge and directed everyone to put out the ammunition boxes filled with cleaned fish and meat one by one.

After lifting the sledge, there were also eight boxes.

Seeing this, Wei Ran, who had originally planned to get into the shack, raised his camera again, took another photo under the bright light of the kerosene lamp, and then got into the shack.

At this time, Sergey, who had taken off his frozen cotton-padded clothes, was sitting by the fireplace, holding a lunch box full of fish head soup and drinking tremblingly. At the same time, he was telling intermittently that he rushed to Kobona.

The situation of receiving ammunition at the dock.

"The political commissar told me"

Sergey swallowed a mouthful of fish soup and said, "I don't know his name, everyone calls him political commissar.

He told me that he would help us find an artillery shield as soon as possible.

He also asked me carefully about the situation on the island. He hoped that all the underage children and the wounded would leave the island tonight and go to Cobona with me.

He also said that he would organize militia as soon as possible to support and replenish the area."

“There are no underage children here”

It was the youngest Vasily who said this, "Brother Sergei, please tell comrades the political commissar that there are no underage children here, only militiamen who can take up arms at any time."

"Vasily is right."

Igor, who had an injured hand, also said, "There are no wounded here. My hand is slightly injured, but I can replace Yuri or Sonia as a sentry, and I can also serve as a gunner! Anyway, our artillery only needs

You can fire it by stepping on it."

"Igor, you and Vasily are leaving tonight." Father Seryosha said, "This is the order of the political commissar."

"My father is also a political commissar. He can't even drive him away!" Vasily stood up and said, "I won't leave!"

"I think you should stop discussing these meaningless issues. If you are willing to go to Kobona to escape the war, you will not take the risk of coming to this island."

Later, Aunt Vlada walked into the shack and said, "Sergey, are you leaving tonight?"

"There's a snowstorm tonight, and the German planes won't come," Sergey said. "So I want to make another trip. Maybe I can deliver some ammunition before dawn."

"Then go ahead"

Vlada helped everyone make a decision, "Reporter Victor helped us catch a lot of fish tonight. I just asked everyone to load eight boxes on the sledge. You can go back to the ice road later.

Bringing the Leningrad convoy, just one more box of fish per car will not have any impact."

"You caught so many fish?" Sergey was stunned, and subconsciously looked at Wei Ran, who had just taken another photo of him.

"It's just good luck," Wei Ran explained vaguely.

"I'll leave now!"

As he spoke, Sergey drank the remaining half of the bowl of fish soup in two gulps, and ate the two fish heads in large gulps. Then he stood up and put on his clothes and said, "I will reply to the political commissar,

There are no wounded here, let alone underage children, only militiamen who are ready to fight at any time."

"Take this, you need it more than I do."

Yuri said, handing the stove that Wei Ran gave him yesterday, and then looked at Wei Ran apologetically.

"He really needs this more." Wei Ran's agreeable attitude also made Yuri relax a little.

"Let me go in this weather." Old Ivan said, "Sergey, you take a rest and wait until I come back to take over. I am more familiar with this place than you are."

"This is my job until I'm buried in the grave."
Chapter completed!