War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1153 For Pot

In the depths of the jungle shrouded in heavy rain, Wei Ran was alone guarding the hard-lit bonfire, and placed the wet firewood beside the bonfire to dry the water, and added the dried firewood to the fire by the way.

On a wooden stick propped slantly by the campfire, the devil's lunch box for cooking rice has already evaporated the aroma of rice.On a stone by the campfire, the rainwater boiled in the cup was also dyed red by the tea bag that Wei Ran threw in 2 minutes ago.

Looking at the dark rainforest around him, Wei Ran sighed, picked up the cup set, and poured the tea inside into the kettle.

In fact, since the bonfire was lit, the indigenous soldier Valoro put down all his luggage and supplies, and left the camp without saying a word with only the Owen submachine gun.

Wei Ran knew that he was looking for his companion.He also knew that even if there was no barrier to communication between them, he would not be able to persuade Valoro.

After taking another cup of rainwater and heating it slowly by the campfire, Wei Ran simply took out the satchel in the metal book, took out the set of American lunch box from it, and simmered an extra portion of rice.

I don't know if this hope has played a role. Almost when the rice in this lunch box is also cooked, there are rustling movements and a faint light in the distance.

"For the pot!"

Almost at the time when Wei Ran hid his body in the darkness and picked up the shotgun, there was movement from the direction of movement, and Valoro's out-of-tune shout sounded.

"Walolo?" Wei Ran rolled his eyes and responded.

"For the pot! For the pot!"

Valoro yelled twice more, his tone full of anxiety, and at the same time, Wei Ran also saw the other side's lights.

After a while, Waroro walked back with the aboriginal companion who sent out some mosquito coils to scare the devils behind his back.

With just one glance, Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. The shoulder of this aborigine was pierced, and there was a blood groove caused by bullets on the same side of the hip bone, and his canvas skirt and body were also damaged. There was a big hole in the bottom of the backpack.

Looking up at Warolo who was full of anxiety, Wei Ran showed a reassuring smile, then took out the American L-shaped flashlight from his pocket, opened it and handed it to Warolo, asking him to help illuminate the wound.

After injecting some morphine around the wound on the native, Wei Ran was slightly relieved after a detailed inspection.

It can be seen from the wound alone that the two bullets that hit him had very good penetration, and there was no headache rolling at all, so they just punched a hole in the shoulder and drew a blood groove on the hip bone That's all.There is no need to guess, [-]% is the masterpiece of Sanba Dagai.

Although he was shot twice, the benefits are not without, at least the black man's life is safe.Of course, the benefits are nothing more than that, and he is doomed to be unable to act together in the future.

Waiting patiently for the effect of the medicine to take effect, Wei Ran opened the medical kit, and started the work of debridement and suturing with the help of the weak light.

Finally bandaged the wound, Wei Ran packed the medical kit, pointed to himself and said, "Victor."

Then, he pointed to Warolo, "Warolo".

Seeing Wei Ran pointing at the injured native, Waloro immediately said, "Susu".

"Susu?" Wei Ran looked at the injured native.

"Susu"

The injured native patted his dark chest with his unaffected hand, "Susu".

"Let's eat"

Wei Ran switched to Chinese and said, anyway, these two aborigines can't understand English, so the difference between English and Chinese is really not that big.

Greeting the two people to sit down by the campfire, Wei Ran opened the devil lunch box that had been hanging by the campfire for heating, dug out half of the rice from the inside with a tray, put it on the lid of the lunch box, and then poured another box on it and heated it canned food and handed it to Susu and Waloro.

There is no need to teach, the two aboriginals each dug out a spoon from their own bags, imitating Wei Ran, mixed the canned food and rice together, dug a spoonful and let it cool, and then sent it to the mouth.

Although the food this night was not bad, Wei Ran could tell that neither Waloro nor the native named Susu were in high spirits.After all, not long ago, they lost three companions.

With a language barrier, Wei Ran naturally had no way to enlighten the two of them.Simply, he dug out the sake he found in the bag of the devil sniper, unscrewed the lid and handed it to the two of them.

Taking the small bottle in doubt, Valoro just sniffed it and nodded, while gesturing to clink glasses, two words that Wei Ran could understand came out of his mouth—" Hugo" and "Cheers!"

Smiling and cupping his hands towards the two, Wei Ran also said "Cheers!" from his mouth.

Hearing this, Valoro raised his neck and took a big sip from the boss, then grinned and gestured with a thumbs down. Obviously, the sake was not to his liking.

Seeing this, the native Susu took the wine bottle, imitating Waloro, took a sip from the boss, and then coughed repeatedly from choking.Obviously, this young aborigine who looked exceptionally young had never drank alcohol before.

This little fool made a rare smile on Valoro's face, and Susu took another sip of the boss as if not admitting defeat, swallowed it grinning, and then handed the wine bottle to Wei Ran.

Waving his hand to signal that he would not drink, Wei Ran pointed to Valoro by the way.

Soon, this bottle of sake, which was not considered delicious, was passed back and forth between the two natives, Waloro and Susu. Susu, who drank for the first time, also appeared drunk .

Sending him to the hammock originally prepared for Varoro, Wei Ran, who was full of his stomach, made a new hammock for Varoro with the tent cloth that Susu carried back, but the latter did not rest immediately, but instead wore a raincoat , holding the devil box flashlight that was eliminated by Wei Ran, and went into the jungle again.

Soon after, he brought an armful of firewood to the campfire.There is no doubt that the firewood has far exceeded their consumption for one night.

It is also from this small detail that Wei Ran has already seen that Valoro may have made a decision to let Susu stay here.

Without saying anything more, Wei Ran took off his clothes and put them on the wet firewood to bake slowly. He also put on the rain cape he had just captured and joined the work of collecting firewood with a flashlight.

However, before he had collected enough firewood, Waloro in the distance let out a cry.

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately dropped the firewood and rushed over, but when he got closer, he found that Waloro had already chopped down a wooden pole, and was using his machete to cut one end of the wooden pole. Sharp.

"For Pot"

Seeing Wei Ran approaching, Valoro immediately pointed the square box flashlight in his hand straight ahead, and at the same time pointed at it with the wooden pole in his hand.

Following the direction pointed by the other party, he pointed the flashlight in his hand at the big leafy tree. After some observation, Wei Ran couldn't help shivering, and hung down in the canopy of the tree. On a vine as thick as a wrist, there is an overly fat boa constrictor!

Seeing that he also found this unexpected prey, Valoro handed the newly cut wooden pole to Wei Ran, then pointed to his stomach, and then pointed to the python.

Looking over at the other party's signal, Wei Ran noticed that the belly of this python was obviously protruding. Obviously, it also had dinner not long ago.

Seeing Valoro gesturing towards him in a throwing gesture, Wei Ran nodded, and the former immediately clenched the machete in his hand and got ready.

Holding the wooden pole in his hand, Wei Ran aimed at the protruding belly of the python in the rain and stabbed fiercely.

I don't know if it was blocked by the rain curtain, or he was unwilling to move after eating, or the low temperature brought by the rain made the boa constrictor's reaction dull.

Almost when the wooden pole in his hand almost pierced the scales, the boa constrictor raised its head high and spit out a slender letter.

However, before it pounced on the attacking Wei Ran or the wooden pole, Waloro had already raised the knife and cut off the scary snake's head!
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately retracted the wooden pole, while Valoro used the machete in his hand to pick off the snake's head at his feet, and stretched out his hand to pull the boa constrictor's body that was still writhing on the vine.

Seeing that this native was about to disembowel the python, Wei Ran stopped him.

Seeing Valoro looking at him in puzzlement, Wei Ran pointed to the direction of the waterfall and stream, then made a gesture of shitting, and finally pointed to the python.

Obviously, Valoro understood what Wei Ran meant, and immediately pulled down the python, which was estimated to weigh forty or fifty catties, and Wei Ran also picked up the snake's head with the wooden pole in his hand.

Returning to the camp as quickly as possible, Wei Ran freed the blanket fixed on the sniper's backpack, and the two rushed to the edge of the stream in the rain.

Hiding behind a tree, he skinned the boa constrictor and cleaned its internal organs. Wei Ran put all these unnecessary things, including the snake head, on the blanket, and then took out a Mauser bayonet to cut open the internal organs and intestines. Prey such as two large bats and mice that were half digested were exposed.

After stabbing these smelly stomach contents a few times, he wrapped them tightly with a big rock in a blanket, tied them with ropes a few times, and carried them into the stream in the dark.

They looked at each other with a smile, and the two returned to the camp to grill the meat and continue to collect firewood.

During the busy work of the two, bundles of firewood tied with vines gradually filled the branches of the big tree on which the temporary camp rested, and bundles of firewood tied with vines were gradually placed around the bonfire directly below. grilled browned snake meat.

It wasn't until this time that Wei Ran took a bath with the piece of soap in the rainwater flowing down from the corner of the sky, and carefully checked the wounds on his body before lying on the hammock.

Without resting for a long time, Wei Ran got up before dawn and quietly put away his hammock and canopy.

Almost before and after, Valoro also woke up. Seeing this, Wei Ran first took a photo of Susu who was sleeping soundly, and then woke him up again. The box of mosquito coils wrapped in oiled paper was also left to Susu.

After taking one last look at Valoro, Wei Ran walked towards the stream with his backpack and shotgun alone.

Almost as soon as he finished pissing on a rock in the middle of the stream, Valoro came over with his things.

"For Pot"

Valoro called Wei Ran, and when he looked over, he immediately grabbed the medicine bottle hanging around his neck and shook it.

"It's Victor, let's go"

Wei Ran didn't bother to correct the other party, and followed Valoro to the direction where the two of them first came.

Just like yesterday, Wei Ran made all the grenades on the two of them into various types of booby traps and arranged them on the narrow path along the way.

Under the obstruction of these small troubles, Wei Ran and Valoro increased the distance between them and the mountain cannon brigade behind them, and before noon, they rushed to the first place they saw, those who were tortured and killed by devils remains of soldiers.

In just a few days, these corpses were already filled with a strong stench, even if they were far away, they could smell it, and they could even hear the buzzing of a large number of flies flapping their wings.

While there was still time, Wei Ran ventured up the path again, raised his camera, and took a photo of the mutilated corpses that could no longer be distinguished.

Without wasting too much time, the two continued to set off, and finally, two or three hours later, out of breath, they arrived at the trench where Chief Di had issued the scouting mission to them.

However, far away, the two of them smelled a strong smell of corpses again.Glancing at each other, Wei Ran carefully groped into the abandoned trench, followed the stench of corpses, and found more than a dozen rotting corpses that had been disembowelled.

On a large rock next to these corpses, he also saw the long head of Dean. The head that had been severely decomposed and maggoted was still wearing the iconic cowboy hat of the Australian Army, and the same iconic cowboy hat was still tied around the remaining neck. His handkerchief, and even his mouth, was as it had been in life, with a cigar and a piece of carrion that appeared to be a genital.

Silently glanced at Valoro who was throwing up while holding a tree behind him, Wei Ran took out the camera and pressed the shutter again.

Putting the camera away, he pulled out a small ball of paracord from his bag, then the grenade grenade strapped to his backpack, the last grenade, and the last two grenades.

Soon, under his arrangement, a tripping grenade was deployed on the path not far from the trench. From the bushes directly below the grenade tied to the tree trunk, there were still A separate set of booby-traps was laid out with grenades and one grenade.

It's not over yet, Wei Ran even hid the devil's backpack on a nearby tree, leaving only a shotgun, those copper-cased bullets, and that crucial camera on his body.

Seeing this, Valoro also hid the extra equipment on his body, leaving only the Owen submachine gun and the magazine in his hand.

Without the extra weight, the speed of the two accelerated again, and when the stars appeared above their heads, they finally arrived at the jungle town of Islava as the rear.

At this time, a strong white light appeared before Wei Ran's eyes without warning.But he knew that this might just be the beginning.
(End of this chapter)