War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1544: The Language Mission Just Begins

"what is that?"

At the window at the end of the corridor, Edelweiss looked up at the flares in the sky and muttered to herself.

"Flare" Wei Ran, the hot air balloon and the sewing machine all gave the same answer in unison.

"We should find a way to hide, and get more people to hide!"

The hot air balloon looked at the bright sky outside and said with suppressed fear, "Hurry, hurry! We must hide quickly!"

"Mr. Hot Air Balloon, those kids, your daughter's friends." Rama reminded, "Should we pick them up?"

Before Rama finished speaking, the hot air balloon's expression changed visibly, and he said hurriedly in a panic, "I, I need to go out for a while."

"Mr. Dongfeng"

While the sewing machine stopped the hot air balloon, it asked Wei Ran, "Do you think the hospital is safe in the short term?"

"How short is a short time?" Wei Ran asked back.

"Of course, it's the time before we help the hot air balloon find the person he wants to find," replied the sewing machine.

"If we go faster, it should be safe."

"In that case, how about we go together?"

Sewing Machine suggested, "What we lack here now is medicine, not doctors, but I guess Mr. Hot Air Balloon will definitely need two trustworthy teammates who can use weapons."

"Now it's Dongfeng time" Wei Ran first expressed his attitude with a joke.

"As long as you need me, I can be Xifeng now. Let me think about it. Okay, my code name can be Xifeng now."

As the sewing machine spoke, it had already taken off the blood-stained surgical gown and moved the Uzi submachine gun that had been carried on its back to the position in front of its chest.

“I will go with you too.”

Edelweiss also spoke up, "I could be the North Wind, too."

"Ms. Beifeng should stay in the hospital."

Wei Ran pointed upstairs before Edelweiss finished speaking, "Someone has to stay here. Besides, if you really want to help, you might as well discuss with Mrs. Cradle about placing the children, or hiding them somewhere. Of course!"

Wei Ran said before Rama could speak, "Take Rama and the other three with you. They will definitely be able to help you."

Hearing this, Edelweiss opened her mouth, and finally nodded in agreement, calling Rama, Hanwad and Dalal to go upstairs.

"Take this"

As Wei Ran spoke, he handed the kettle, which was still half filled with red wine, to Edelweiss.

The latter took the kettle and was stunned for a moment, then held it in his arms and asked, "Let's continue to have a drink together in the evening. You will be back on time, right?"

"certainly"

Wei Ran agreed straightforwardly, and the latter also tiptoed, pulled off the headscarves on their faces, and took the initiative to kiss him, "Come back alive."

There was no time to waste any more time. Without waiting for Edelweiss to take the children upstairs, the three of them quickly climbed over the window at the end of the corridor.

"Do you have weapons?" asked the hot air balloon walking in front.

"certainly"

Wei Ran answered confidently. He had belatedly realized that the 20 kill quotas required by the language task might have to be counted from now on.

  If that's the case, then weren't all those killed in vain?

Wei Ran grumbled in his heart, but said, "We'd better not make too much noise later. Also, while we have time, tell me who you are looking for."

"They are my daughter's friends. To be more precise, they are a group of war orphans."

Hot Air Balloon suppressed his sadness and explained, "The oldest of them is only 10 years old. They have been taken care of by my wife's parents before. It's like a small orphanage that is not formal."

"How many children are there?" asked the Sewing Machine.

"11. There are still 11 alive."

The hot air balloon replied, "The youngest is 5 years old, and the oldest is 10 years old. They are now being taken care of by a retired teacher who is also a refugee. He was not only my wife's first teacher, but also their neighbor."

"Relative position," Wei Ran continued to ask, "Relative position in the refugee camp."

"Southwest, southwest side." The hot air balloon gave a desperate answer, "It should not be too far from the gap where the Falange broke in."

"Any more good news?" asked the sewing machine running at the back. Good news? That was definitely not good news.

"That gentleman is 70 years old, and he can't move very well," the hot air balloon pleaded, "but I want to take him away."

"No problem," Wei Ran agreed, "Speed ​​up."

Hearing this, the hot air balloon in the front immediately sped up, carrying the two of them like migrating salmon, running wildly on the crowded, panic-stricken streets that were illuminated by the lights that continued to shine into the night sky, making it seem like daytime.

"Hide your gun"

Wei Ran reminded loudly, "Try not to shoot unless necessary. If you encounter the Long Spear Party, dodge if you can. If you can't dodge, let me deal with it."

Hearing this, the two men did not respond at all, but the sewing machine behind them immediately hid the submachine gun inside the coat and fastened a button.

Continuing forward, after they ran across an intersection, the number of people on the street had decreased so much that they could be counted on one hand. There was even a row of more than a dozen dead bodies lying on the ground in a kneeling position with their hands covering their heads on the side of the road.

Thanks to the flares that were falling and flying overhead, they could even clearly see the Soviet 7.62 caliber bullet casings and an unburned cigarette butt scattered around the corpse.

After looking at the other two, Wei Ran made a gesture for silence and pointed straight ahead in sign language. Seeing the hot air balloon nod, he also walked to the front and pulled out the captured Mauser bayonet hidden in his sleeve.

They walked along the wall for less than fifty meters. When a new round of flares was launched into the air amid the rumbling of artillery fire, the leader Wei Ran stopped, leaned against the doorpost of a door on the street, took a quick look inside, then retracted his body and leaned back slightly. At the same time, the hot air balloon behind him was close to his ear, indicating that he should turn right at the intersection ahead.

But no one expected that at this moment, an armed man with a gun walked out of the doorway less than 20 centimeters in front of Wei Ran without any warning!

When Wei Ran saw him, the militant naturally saw Wei Ran as well.

  The gun is undoubtedly faster within 10 steps, but this is only a distance of one step, especially when the opponent is holding an AK rifle with a fixed stock, the gun may not be as fast as the knife!

"puff!"

  Before the other party's eyes could widen in fear, Wei Ran reached out and grabbed the other party's collar and pulled him into his arms. At the same time, the Mauser bayonet in his other hand accurately pierced through the Arab scarf wrapped around the other party's face and stabbed into his mouth, which was slightly opened subconsciously because of fear!

"Boom!"

Almost at the moment when another lighting beam was launched into the air, Wei Ran also slammed the tip of his bayonet into the opponent's throat and slammed it into the doorpost.

"puff"

Just as Wei Ran let go of the opponent's collar and slammed the handle of the knife with his palm, letting the tip of the knife pierce the opponent's brain stem, the hot air balloon behind him also bent over and reached out to grab the opponent's AK rifle in his hand, and pressed down the safety lever.

There was no time for Wei Ran to draw his bayonet. He was already on high alert when he heard footsteps coming from the doorway.

Stepping over the corpse and entering the dark doorway, he immediately saw an armed man carrying a weapon and fastening his belt as he walked out - the distance between the two was less than two meters.

"Bang!" After a not-so-loud gunshot, the militant was immediately shot in the nose. As the bullet casing hit the ground, Wei Ran narrowed the distance between the two to less than half a meter, and while putting away his gun, he supported the other party.

This side had just finished when a beam of flashlight shone down from the other side of the corner of the stairs leading to the second floor in the doorway.

Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't have time to think about it. He decisively let go of the corpse, jumped to the corner of the stairs, and pulled the trigger at the person holding the flashlight!

"Crack! Pah!"

Three consecutive gunshots were heard. Wei Ran avoided the fallen body and at the same time, he jumped up to the second floor along the wall.

Fortunately, there were no enemies on the messy second floor, but unfortunately, there were three corpses.

A young woman with her clothes torn to pieces, a young man with a gunshot wound in the chest and his scalp missing, a baby whose face was disfigured beyond recognition, and a little boy whose genitals were missing.

Turning back and going downstairs decisively, Wei Ran squatted beside the body of the last Falangist he had killed and took a look. He was using a Galil rifle and holding a bloody genitals in his hand.

Wei Ran took off his weapons and ammunition expressionlessly, then stood up and walked to the second body. He was using a Swiss rifle, and he didn't even have time to fasten his pants. Instead, his upper body was wearing a Chinese-style Type 56 chest strap, which was filled with magazines and clips with bullets.

Before he could remove the weapons from the body, the hot air balloon and sewing machine pulled the militant that Wei Ran had originally killed into the doorway.

"Your Bayonet"

As the sewing machine spoke, it stepped on the corpse's forehead, pulled out the Mauser bayonet and handed it over.

As he took the bayonet, he also noticed that the corpse was holding a piece of bloody scalp in his hand.

"Christian Tradition"

The sewing machine mumbled incoherently, and took all the weapons and ammunition off the body.

Without wasting too much time, the three of them followed the corner of the wall and left the doorway. Wei Ran was still in the front, the hot air balloon was in the middle to show the way, and the sewing machine was at the end.

As they walked along, in the bright light released by the flares, the three of them also saw dead bodies everywhere, and even saw a Phalange soldier holding an AK rifle in one hand, executing the refugees who were kneeling in a row against the wall with their heads in their hands.

Because they were in a hurry to save the child, and also because they had no advantage in numbers, the three of them could only suppress their anger and choose to take shelter temporarily, hoping to get to their destination as quickly as possible. Wei Ran didn't even have time to press the shutter at the thugs.

But even so, when they ventured through a winding and narrow alley under the guidance of the hot air balloon, when they were about to walk out of the alley, they once again encountered four Falange thugs who were holding flashlights and walking towards the alley!

"Four," the hot air balloon whispered.

"Above"

Wei Ran pointed above his head, and then like Spider-Man, he supported himself on the walls with his hands and feet, and quickly climbed up to a height of two or three meters.

Seeing this, Hot Air Balloon and Sewing Machine quickly hung the captured weapons around their necks and, imitating Wei Ran's behavior, used their hands and feet to support themselves on the walls on both sides and climbed up.

Almost at the same time, a beam of flashlight shone into the alley, followed by a second beam of light.

At this moment, the three people who were leaning against the wall all held their breath, hoping that the four Falange militants who were less than one meter away from them would not look up.

Fortunately, the four men just took a casual look and turned their flashlights to aim at other doors on the street. One of them waved the AKM rifle in his hand and violently smashed open a wooden door. Amid the screams of women and the cries of children, he and his companions rushed in with wanton laughter, just like the Japanese devils back then.

"puff"

While the hot air balloon and the sewing machine were struggling, Wei Ran had already jumped to the ground as a new round of flares rose into the air, and then did a forward roll.

When he stood up again, the hot air balloon and sewing machine, which were still propped up against the walls of the alley, clearly saw that he had reached behind the last Falangist militant and stabbed the Mauser bayonet in his reversed hand into the opponent's ribs, piercing his heart and lungs accurately and skillfully.

Pulling out his bayonet, Wei Ran quickly moved behind the second-to-last militant. Before the other party could turn around subconsciously, he covered his mouth with his left hand and performed a circumcision on his neck with the bayonet in his right hand.

"Snapped!"

  Without even waiting for the bayonet to leave the bleeding neck, Wei Ran's left hand, which was originally used to cover the enemy's mouth, also appeared with a pistol with a silencer, and he pulled the trigger almost at the ear of the third-to-last enemy!

After such a smooth sneak attack, the man in the front who had just caught a young girl and had just pulled off her headscarf finally realized that something was wrong. He quickly let go of the girl and raised his weapon very quickly!

However, before his finger could pull the trigger, the girl whose wrist he was holding took out a pair of scissors and stabbed the militant in the crotch.

"Ouch-pop!"

The unfortunate fellow had only howled halfway when Wei Ran had already moved aside the corpse that was blocking his way and pulled the trigger towards his face!

"Clang!"

Almost at the same time as the bullet shell hit the floor tiles, the militant's legs went weak and he fell on the young girl with a "thump", which unsurprisingly caused another scream of terror.

"Sh-!"

Wei Ran made a gesture of silence in the rising light of the flares, grabbed the body that was pressing on the other person, took off his weapon, turned off the safety and handed it to the young girl.

The latter took the weapon without any hesitation. Seeing this, Wei Ran looked back and quickly took all the weapons and ammunition from the four corpses and piled them aside.

"Let's get out of here quickly," the hot air balloon urged.

"Translate for that girl"

Wei Ran took off the clothes of one of the corpses and said, "Let her distribute the weapons to anyone who is capable of resisting. If she doesn't have the courage to resist, go to the second floor and find an inconspicuous place to hide. Remember not to close the door. Also, hide these clothes."

"What are you going to do?" asked Hot Air Balloon, taking over the only clean uniform without blood stains.

"Put on this Falangist uniform"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already torn off the man's pants, and with the bayonet in his hand he pried off everything, completing the restorative castration of the corpse.

But this was not the end, he then roughly peeled off the scalp of the corpse!

"Dongfeng, what are you doing!" the sewing machine asked seriously, "Are you crazy?"

"I'm not crazy"

Wei Ran said as he covered the corpse's face with the bloody scalp, "Leaving this corpse here can avoid a lot of trouble."

With just one explanation, the sewing machine and the hot air balloon suddenly understood his plan.

However, even though they understood it, they couldn't help but feel suspicious when they helped Wei Ran carry the other three bodies to the alley across the street and hide them. They thought that the veterinarian was too skilled in his work.

"What should we do next?" The hot air balloon, who had changed into clothes, asked Wei Ran, as if handing over all command to him.

"You use this"

Wei Ran said as he handed the other party an AKM and a flashlight, "You will walk in front later as a member of the Long Gun Party."

"no problem"

“It requires taking risks, and the danger comes from angry refugees.”

As Wei Ran spoke, he picked up a Type 56 chest mount and put it on. He also picked up an AKM with a folding stock, two magazines for Uzi submachine guns, and a few grenades and stuffed them into the ammunition bag of the chest mount. "Let's get going as soon as you finish the translation."

Upon hearing this, Hot Air Balloon quickly translated Wei Ran's arrangements to the frightened little girl. Upon hearing this, the latter immediately picked up a few weapons and ran to the next door, shouting in Arabic and knocking on the door.

Almost at the same time that the door opened, Wei Ran and the other two once again returned to the formation with the hot air balloon in the front. Under the rising flares, they quickened their pace and ran towards their destination - this time, they were much more blatant, and even held a flashlight in the hand of the hot air balloon.