Wei Ran nodded, raised the camera again and asked, "Do you know them?"

"know"

Nurse Ji suppressed her emotions and explained with a tearful voice, "It's... it's the patient class gathered by the health team. Originally... Comrade Jiang Yu was also supposed to be sent... to the patient class."

"I know him"

Squad leader Liu pointed to the body of the nearest Red Army soldier and said, "He and I are fellow villagers. Wang Juncheng is a platoon leader. His baby is the same age as mine. His younger brother stayed on the snow mountain."

, couldn’t walk down.”

"This is Comrade Zhao Wanya, the instructor of our health team."

Nurse Ji, who was in tears, pointed to a thin corpse and said, "She is our instructor and our teacher. Before she joined the army, she was a pediatrician in a Shanghai hospital."

"she..."

Wei Ran was startled. If Nurse Ji hadn't said it, he wouldn't have even noticed that the corpse with the same cut-off hair was actually a woman...

"Comrade Wei Ran, just take a picture of her."

Nurse Ji begged, "Before crossing the snow-capped mountains, she entrusted her newborn child to a fellow villager. Her husband has already died, and she didn't even have time to name the child. If her child is found in the future, she must let the child know her name."

What does mother look like?"

Hearing this, Wei Ran subconsciously moved closer, and then he clearly saw a small tiger-head cloth shoe hanging on a hemp rope around Comrade Zhao Wanya's neck.

The cloth shoes were no bigger than the palm of your hand, and the "tiger head" forehead, where there should have been a "king" pattern, was carefully embroidered with a golden sickle and hammer symbol.

Before Wei Ran pressed the shutter, or even before he pointed the camera at Comrade Zhao Wanya of the health team, Li Zhuang and Zhang Erwa pointed at the same body, each of which was not tall, and said in unison, "I know him."

Immediately afterwards, the two little brothers, who could not hold back their tears, looked at each other. Li Zhuang wiped the corners of his eyes and continued, "His name is Ma Zhen, and he is the trumpeter of our company. He...he is only 15 years old."

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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before we separated, the squad leader made him a bowl of long-life noodles with chili pepper water... using hemp rope."

Before he finished speaking, Zhang Erwa also carefully rolled up Ma Zhen's cuffs. On his swollen and black wrist, there were indeed a few hemp ropes that once replaced noodles to symbolize longevity...

"Pah! Pah!"

Wei Ran slapped himself hard twice to force himself to calm down. He also forced his hand holding the camera to stop shaking, and slowly focused the camera on Platoon Leader Wang Juncheng.

However, he did not press the shutter. Instead, he walked over to the body with its head hanging down, carefully helped him lift his swollen head and leaned it against the tree trunk, and then lifted the heads of the people around him one by one.

Got up, focused on Platoon Leader Wang, and pressed the shutter towards them to take the 16th photo.

Immediately afterwards, he used the same method to move toward Comrade Zhao Wanya, the instructor of the health team, and the tiger-head shoe around her neck, as well as other comrades around her, and toward Comrade Ma Zhen, the bugler, and the few shoes tied around his wrist.

Hemp rope and other comrades around him pressed the shutter one after another and took the 17th and 18th photos one after another.

"sorry"

Wei Ran murmured guiltily, "I only have six negatives left. I can't take a single photo of all the other comrades. I..."

"It's not your fault, it's already good."

Squad leader Liu patted Wei Ran's shoulder gently, put on his military cap and bamboo hat again, cleared his throat, cheered up and said, "Comrades, we have no time to be sad, and we are not qualified to waste time here. Go collect supplies.

, looking for food, looking for firewood, looking for anything useful!

Just like the comrades who stayed here said, we can only get out alive! Drive away the invaders, save the oppressed people, build our country well, and let all the people live with dignity. Only then can we be worthy of them.

Sacrifice!"

"yes!"

Everyone roared and gave a powerful response. They hardened their hearts and no longer looked at the person who picked up the person who would no longer wake up. They braved the cold rain and searched for anything that could be picked up in this not-so-large pine forest.

They came to get food to satisfy their hunger, but also looked for flammable pine trees, and chopped down branches that could be taken away.

Will anyone survive...

While Wei Ran was looking for something to eat, he was distracted and thinking. From time to time, he would even dig near the roots of the pine trees, hoping to find some small animals that might be hiding there, or the Poria cocos he had eaten before.

However, perhaps it was due to the weather or the altitude. After this search, the only thing he gained was just a dead branch that was more than half a meter long, as thick as a wrist, and had not been picked up by anyone.

On the way back, Wei Ran suddenly stopped and threw away the branch he was carrying. He took out the camera in the metal book again and took a look at it, and then removed the horse hair leather case outside.

First, he successfully put away the camera that was not protected by the leather case. Then he took out the roll of film he had taken before from the accessory compartment of the leather case, tied it tightly with a hemp rope, and hung it on the camera like a glory bomb.

on his own neck.

Roughly snapping off the camera case, he threw away the gold melee assault badge that should never appear in this era. Wei Ran tried to bite the horse fur camera case that had been with him for a long time.

The relatively soft and thick texture made him almost certain that if cooked properly, this thing would definitely taste better than a leather belt.

It's just...it's just that he never thought before that this thing could one day become food.

Hanging the camera case that was about to be used as food around his neck, Wei Ran, who had found nothing, picked up the dead branches again and climbed up to the top of the mountain with difficulty with a wooden stick.

There are no trees on the top of the mountain, and it can even be said that there is no vegetation at all. Even the other side of the mountain is equally bare, with only a thin layer of turf and scattered shrubs.

Because of this, he could clearly see that on the other side of the mountain, there were soaked grasslands and large swamps that were still reflecting the skylight and rippled by the rain.

Of course, there are also wooden sticks stuck into the ground from the foot of the mountain on this side, winding all the way into the distance, serving as road signs and tombstones.

It was not until he stood here that Wei Ran finally understood why the injured and injured people behind him chose to stay here.

Because just within sight, there is a winding river dividing the grassland.

Although it was some distance away, he could still estimate through visual inspection that the channel of the small river might only be one meter wide. It shouldn't even be called a river. Instead, it might be more accurate to call it a creek.

But at the same time, he could also clearly see that although the river was not wide, both sides of the river were filled with swamps filled with water. Considering the altitude and physical condition here, especially the level of hunger.

Wei Ran couldn't help but feel a little desperate. The small river and the swamps on both sides were a question mark for people who were not sick for the time being and wanted to walk there safely, let alone the wounded who decided to stay.

Or, if the wounded decide to continue walking and cross the river, how many additional people will die on both sides of the river to allow them to cross?

Choosing death may always be the easiest, but giving up the hope of life and taking the initiative to die in order to let your companions survive is...

No, if that's the case... I'm afraid they won't have any hesitation, right?

Even so, they sit in despair under the tombstone they chose and wrote the inscription by themselves, quietly waiting for time to take away the rest of their lives.

After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran turned around and walked in the direction of the camp with his only harvest. As for whether the river mentioned in the return mission was the one he just saw, he didn't bother to think about it.

On the other side of the river, there was no trace of human activity within sight. In other words, they were still a long way from the end.

I just don't know...
Chapter completed!