The time when Li Wei came happened to be a few days after the material transportation team was delayed for a few days.

It was precisely because of this delay that the already crumbling St. Petersburg was even worse.

This was the lifeline of St. Petersburg's last blood transfusion, and every minute and second of delay caused more deaths in the city.

But they did their best.

No one will blame them, they have done their best.

According to statistics, in less than half a year, thousands of drivers and soldiers froze to death forever and fell into Lake Ladoga, and they did not encounter the enemy, but all died in the cold wind, ice and snow of this winter.

No one in this convoy was even able to take over this batch of supplies, and in the end, only two small commissioners were left to arrange the future work, and the two silently took the last horses and sleds, and continued to cross the last frozen lake for hundreds of kilometers.

No one knows if these two little commissioners will be able to bring this batch of supplies back to St. Petersburg, and whether they will be like the coachman who froze with the sleigh, and will never see the light of day.

The convoy fell silent even more, and the snowflakes slowly fell in the snow, leaving only the roar of trucks hovering over Lake Ladoga.

Levi leaned slowly on the side of the truck, and he thought back to the days when he was a pilot of the Yorktown in the AF Island, where there was no vigor and no fireworks from the group of pilots.

There was no flames and smoke that slammed into the Axis aircraft carriers, everything seemed so ordinary and deadly.

He escaped from St. Petersburg with the false identity of an Allied pilot, and there were even many people who protected him just for this false identity.

It is like a simple and simple wish, a union of people and nationalities, ideologies and beliefs.

If the Allied pilots of the AF Island naval battle were the grand fireworks and mourners in the blue sea, then the woolly bear on the western front at this time was the grave keeper as cold and quiet as this winter.

"Sir, are you an Allied pilot?" A girl asked Levi.

She pointed to the medal that Levi was still hanging on his chest at this time, maybe she also knew something about this, she immediately recognized that this was the pilot's, and seeing that Levi's appearance was obviously not a hairy bear, she guessed that it was from the Allies.

"Yes." Levi replied calmly.

The girls were in slightly better physical condition than the inhabitants of St. Petersburg, but only a little better, not to the point of cracking and wrinkling their skin, but still skinny.

However, you can still see the grace and brilliance of these girls from between the eyebrows, and the hairy bear girl of this age is the most beautiful when she is the most beautiful, and she is also recognized as the most beautiful Katyusha in the world.

It was a girl with long yellowish hair, but her hair was as yellow as a weed, probably due to chronic malnutrition.

"Give." A girl slowly handed Levi a frozen lump.

Levi was a little overwhelmed, he took it and looked at it, it was a frozen piece of mashed potatoes.

"Pilot, this is for you too." Another girl with glasses said, pulling out half a piece of chocolate in her hand.

"And my ......," the other girl brought out a little bread......

They took out what little food they had left, and perhaps much of it was their last food, the only food left before the journey to Moske.

"Mr. Pilot, if you have the chance, write my name on an enemy inscription when you engrave the medal after killing an enemy soldier, and count me for my share, my name is Nakarina." The girl with long yellow hair said.

Then one girl after another said their names, and they only wanted Levi to be named after the head or bomb after he killed the enemy, or when he dropped the bomb.

Levi smiled and wrote down the names of the girls one by one.

Another girl asked about Levi's past, and Levi simply thought about it, and then thought of the teammates of the group of pilots who used to be on the Yorktown, and the story that he had compiled for him after his "death" Bald Eagle, and he also happily used that set of templates.

It is a story of simply becoming a pilot, simply coming to the battlefield, and then becoming a nightmare for the Axis powers.

The truck swayed and swayed slowly on the ice of Lake Ladoga, where the dawn was quiet, and no one could sleep in such an environment, and if they did, they might not see the sun tomorrow.

Levi told his story plainly, and every story he said would make the eyes of these girls burst with a little starlight.

After a long time, Levi realized that the sky seemed to be a little cloudy, and he didn't have much stock in his stomach at this time.

"Does Mr. Pilot have any dreams?" Nakarina asked, levi a little closer.

"Dream ......"

"If you want to do something after the war, I heard that most people on your side dream is to retire and become a farmer, or continue to be a pilot, or become a pilot instructor, and train one after another to fly into the blue sky." She said, and seemed to know a lot about it.

"Dream ......" Levi was silent, he said the word, he seemed to have had, but now he forgot.

What was the dream?

Indeed, he forgot, and forgot completely.

"Do you have any dreams?" Levi smiled, he decided not to dwell on this aspect anymore, and instead asked the girl present.

"I want to be an astronaut stronger than a pilot, I want to fly out of the atmosphere, I want to fly out of the solar system, beyond the Milky Way, to places that humans have never explored in their lifetime." Nakarina continued, looking at the sky.

Levi continued to be silent, did he ever have a similar dream?

I don't know, the memories of his previous life are very vague, and he seems to have long forgotten his habits and lifestyle, but has become a completely different appearance.

"But I may not live to that time, it may be a long time later, such a dream may take a hundred years, or a thousand years to achieve, then I only hope that in a hundred years, people in the future will be able to put alien photos and records in front of my grave." She looked at the stars.

Levi also looked in that direction, and could not see anything, the smoke and the storm completely obscured everything, not even the moon.

"In a hundred years, people in the future should be able to stop wars, and then fly out of the planet with all their might, colonize aliens, and leave our footprints on one galaxy after another, and the future will definitely be like this." Nakarina continued.

Levi remained silent as he looked in the direction where the sun was about to rise in the distance, thinking of the future he had once seen in the Kuroshio world.

Everywhere the eye looks, everything is ruined.

"Yes, it will be so." Li Wei said quietly.

In the distance, a hint of fish belly seemed to rise in the direction of Moske, and the dawn was approaching, and the sun was about to arrive.

……

On the outskirts of St. Petersburg, General Zhukov had already left for the upcoming Battle of Moske, but other generals continued to take over and engaged in a long tug-of-war with the encircled Axis forces.

According to the news from the ghosts of the international column in the Far Eastern island countries, Mao Xiong realized that the Axis countries were preparing to launch a sneak attack on Zhengang and completely pull the bald eagle into the water.

This would allow all of his energy to be drawn to the Western Front and to deal with the Axis offensive with all his might.

This is Moske, their last front.

The armored division of the Far East, which was originally preparing to defend against the sneak attack of the island nation, retreated to Mosk, and brought back a large number of cherry blossom potatoes with the flavor of Far East Siberia.

These potatoes have won the praise of the people of the Land of Winter because they are grown with the blood of the enemy and are exceptionally delicious.

Many of these potatoes will be packed and shipped to St. Petersburg to become one of the food for the soldiers on the front line here.

At this time, a large group of troops attacked the Axis sentries and fortresses on the battle line.

Choki did not evacuate with the people of St. Petersburg Women's College, but their mission was to lead a small team to this side to attract enemy fire and share the enemy's vision for the evacuees.

That is, to die.

As they had planned, the Axis artillery and planes did not pay attention to the situation in the far north of Lake Ladoga, and all of them paid attention to this unusual attack.

They thought it was a clarion call for the woolly bears to counterattack, or a feint to hide other main attack points, and their vigilance was pulled to the highest.

Blood stained the snow red.

And in the end, when the Axis people cleaned up the battlefield, they also found a few lucky ones who did not die.

"Sir, there are Judas here!" A Germanic soldier said excitedly.

They pulled up Jorgie, who had lost so much blood on the ground, that they could even tell that it was a man of Judah blood, and they laughed excitedly.

"Send him to the camp in the rear, it's interesting that you can find the Jews here."

The captives were pulled to the cart and prepared to be sent to the camp.

These captives are often not sent to the rear quickly, and are played in the hands of the soldiers on the front line, after all, in this tense period of war, the front-line people need more than enough entertainment to be able to relax, and the way they relax is ......

Groups of women and children marched slowly with their hands raised, while the Axis people behind them picked up rifles and shot after shot, counting more heads.

On the other side, many people were tied to wooden stakes, and the soldiers began to load their rifles with bayonets, and it was this group of living people who practiced bayonets.

This is how the Axis people relaxed.

Chocki, a 16-year-old commissioner, was thrown into the front-line camp, where a soldier slammed the butt of his rifle in the face, missing several teeth and foaming blood.

"Let's go, let him stay with this shit." The soldiers laughed, not paying attention to the few people in the cage.

Jocki slowly got up, and he found that there was not only himself here, but also a young man with a mantle and a maniac hair.

"I'm sorry, you also came to save me, but you also ended up in this situation." The young man muttered.

"You ......"

"Yakov Dzhugashvili, a commissar." The crazy young man smiled at this time, and he proudly said his identity, not as a loving father and son, but as a righteous member.

He was the eldest son of a loving father and a commissioner, who was captured in a battle and has been the amuse of the Axis Nationals, as well as humiliating the whole woolly bear and fishing bait.

"Joeki, a commissioner." His blood-soaked teeth grinned.

"Did we make it through?" Yakov asked Joki, the only Davarich he had been able to hold here in months.

"Not yet, but soon." Joki smiled, he looked to the east, and now, the contents of his stomach should have been radioed to the front line command of the battlefield.

He thought of the Allied pilot he had seen yesterday, the one who also needed the coordinates of the Axis camp, and now he should have gotten the coordinates of this camp.

Then, the two of them stayed in this iron cage, as calm as winter.

Jocki didn't know the man in front of him, he didn't know that this was the eldest son of a loving father, and he thought that this was the official of St. Petersburg, who had been captured like him.

"I said Davarishi, have you seen a loving father?" After a long time, Chocki asked Yakov next to him.

Yakov was stunned, he didn't speak, lowered his head and clenched his fists tightly.

Choki didn't notice anything unusual about Yakov, and thought to himself that he had finally found a topic to talk about.

"I only became a committee member last year, and all the people in my team who were older than me died, and the former committee member protected me before he died, telling me that I would become the next committee member of this class after he died." Jocki continued,

"That's how I became a commissioner, and then after a period of study."

He said slowly.

"I've heard that the first few groups of people were able to see the Father, have you seen it?" Jocki continued to ask.

"No, I haven't seen it." Yakov tilted his head slightly, not wanting to answer the question again.

"I want to see my loving father before I die." Jorkie smiled slightly, even though he looked extremely miserable at this time, he did not know that he would become a human target for the amusement of Axis soldiers in his life.

"In St. Petersburg I often hear people talk about loving fathers, some people say that loving fathers are marijuana, some people say he is red-haired, I think it must be impossible, I think that a loving father, he must be a big man, a man, a very powerful man." Jocki smiled, his missing front teeth exposed.

"yes, I can't tell you what it looks like."

"yes, haven't you seen it?"

The two of them chatted like this, and at this time they did not even feel that they were in the camp of the enemy's front, but as if they were on the streets of St. Petersburg.

"Perhaps, the loving father is just an ordinary person, neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin." Yakov said slowly.

"Ah, maybe." Jocki smiled.

"Judah, get out of line!" Outside, the iron cage opened, and the Axis people with bayonets in their hands roared.

Jocki tilted his head slightly to look at the enemy, and he smiled, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth.

"I'm not a Judah." He seemed so proud and proud, and not timid by the impending death, for the sake of his identity,

"I am the Commissar, the Allied International Column, the Commissar."

Every word he spoke, every identity, seemed to be a contempt for his enemies, and he was proud of it.

Before leaving, he smiled and kicked his legs, and with the last of his strength he slapped his boots with his hands, which was a Cossack kick dance that he had taught him before, but which he had not been able to teach to the next man.

(End of chapter)