War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1548 The Last Chance and the Last Language Task

Aka Hospital is located on the basement floor, just across a corridor from the children's room. After Wei Ran and the sewing machine entered the room, they slowly closed the door.

At the same time, Edelweiss also placed the only candle lamp in the room for lighting on the desk.

In the dim candlelight that released a little warmth, the four of them sat down facing each other.

The food on the desk was not very rich. There was a folded pancake on each of the four plates, a lump of paste that was hard to tell what it was, and a candied date as a dessert.

The only thing that could be considered a reward or consolation was the four goblets that came from nowhere and the wine that had just been filled with Edelweiss.

"No matter what happens next, let's have a drink first." Edelweiss put down the kettle that Wei Ran was holding to hold the wine, picked up the cup and suggested.

Hearing this, the other three people raised their wine glasses, raised them to the middle of the table and clinked them together gently.

After everyone took a sip of the red wine in their glasses, Cradle asked, "What happened on the road? I noticed the landlord's child."

"Let Dongfeng let the veterinarian speak."

The sewing machine answered his wife's question in a panic, "I didn't go in. I... I don't know."

After a moment's silence, Wei Ran took another sip of wine, and after a long sigh, he recounted the experiences of the landlord couple and their family, as well as the identities of the enemies he and the hot air balloon encountered.

“We have to get out of here.”

Sewing Machine said uneasily, "It's obvious that those brainless Falangists will definitely attack the hospital. We..."

"Will the people outside the refugee camp let us go?" Edelweiss asked the most critical and realistic question.

"And how are we going to take those children away?" Cradle said, "Are we going to be cowards and leave here alone?"

"No, we...we must at least find a way to take the children away." Sewing Machine said, clutching the wine glass.

"What about you? Do you have any suggestions?" Edelweiss looked at Wei Ran who was sitting beside her in silence.

"I"

Wei Ran opened his mouth and said that there would be a last chance to escape from the refugee camp tomorrow morning. At that time, some refugees would break through the wall of the refugee camp and run to the Gaza Hospital located between the two refugee camps.

Perhaps because they did not want to dirty their feathers, the Yisheli troops guarding outside did not take any action against the refugees. As a result, a considerable number of refugees managed to escape.

Compared to the small group of lucky ones who managed to escape, most of the remaining refugees will face a bloodier killing than tonight after Yishelie urgently notified the Falange to plug the loophole.

"Gaza Hospital"

Wei Ran said after a long silence, "The only possibility of survival is to leave the refugee camp and go to Gaza Hospital."

"But how do we leave?" Edelweiss asked subconsciously.

Wei Ran tried to open his mouth, and seeing that he was not blocked by the metal book this time, he continued, "The time before dawn is the only chance to leave."

"Veterinarian, be more specific," urged the sewing machine.

"The Falange entered the refugee camp this evening"

Wei Ran carefully considered his words and explained, "After a whole night of killing, they will always get tired. The time before dawn is when they are most relaxed, and they must rest. Whether they are looking for a place to set up a temporary camp or temporarily evacuating the refugee camp, they always need to rest. That is the only chance for us, for all the refugees."

At this point, Wei Ran had no more worries. "Break through the wall of the refugee camp and flee towards the Gaza Hospital. With luck, we can escape. And I guess the Yisheli army outside will not shoot at the refugees. They will only notify the Phalange Party to come and block them. In other words, if we can escape before the Phalange Party arrives, we will most likely be safe."

When he finished speaking, the other three people in the room fell silent.

They did not doubt whether Wei Ran's analysis and speculation were correct. Instead, they were thinking about a more practical question: how many people could escape in such a short time.

“Do we need to organize enough refugees together?”

"I'm afraid not"

Wei Ran rejected Yao Lan's unfinished proposal with difficulty, "We don't have enough organizational ability and time, and if we gather too many people and attract the attention of the Long Spear Party, I'm afraid that even our only chance will be lost."

"So we can only guard this only chance of survival alone?" Edelweiss asked desperately.

"no, I can not."

Wei Ran shook his head. "There must be smart people in the refugee camp. Or rather, this is a convergent choice. When those Falange thugs get tired and the gunfire outside stops, the refugees will spontaneously run out."

"I hope so."

Cradle sighed, she knew that they could not save everyone. In this desperate and powerless moment, even if it was just for those children to survive, they had to be "selfish".

"Can we take some extra wounded?"

Edelweiss pressed on, "We have an ambulance. If we just throw away everything inside, it will definitely work."

“I’m afraid the car can’t get out.”

The sewing machine was much more sober than Edelweiss. "If, as the veterinarian predicted, many refugees will try to escape the camp, our ambulance won't be able to move at all, and it will probably become a target because it's too conspicuous. Not only will the people in the car not be able to escape, but it will also kill people around the car."

"There's also the possibility of looting," Cradle sighed, "and our car will be overwhelmed by the refugees."

Hearing this, Edelweiss's face turned noticeably pale. All of this was something she could never have considered.

“Let’s eat first”

Wei Ran took the initiative to end the topic, "Then take a good rest."

The sewing machine subconsciously glanced at Wei Ran, then looked at his wife beside him, and tacitly did not continue the topic.

"Are you going out again later?" Edelweiss was keenly aware of something.

"I"

Wei Ran hesitated for a moment, picked up the pancake and took a big bite. While chewing, he answered vaguely, "Yes, we need to go out for a while. At least we need to find out the route to escape from the refugee camp."

"Me and you"

Edelweiss stopped talking halfway, picked up the cup, and smiled brightly, "I'll wait for you to come back."

"Cheers," Wei Ran said, picking up his glass and clinking it with the other person's, and also with the couple opposite him.

After finishing a simple dinner with red wine, Edelweiss personally helped Wei Ran fill the kettle used to hold red wine with drinking water, and once again tiptoed to give her a passionate kiss that would require him to come back alive.

After handing over the medical kit he brought back, Wei Ran carried a water bottle full of water, weapons, and a captured red telescope, and left the basement of the hospital alone, and ran out of the hospital following the shadow of the building. He skillfully crossed the narrow alley and returned to the rented house. After trying to call the hot air balloon a few times to no avail, Wei Ran carefully climbed up to the second floor, which was still filled with the smell of blood.

The hot air balloon was not here, and not only was he not there, but even the SVD was nowhere to be found. Instead, the SSG69 sniper rifle, its accompanying bullets, and a few khat grass were all hidden under the bed. Obviously, this was a sniper point reserved by the hot air balloon.

Picking up the stalks of Chat wrapped in a wet towel and taking a look at them, Wei Ran sighed silently. He knew clearly that hot air balloons were not for addicts.

He kept the khat grass, obviously prepared to fight to the death.

After pinching off half a leaf of Chat and placing it beside the bed as a signal, Wei Ran simply turned around and left. He also had things to do. Scouting the escape route was only part of it, and it was even an insignificant part. The real thing was to gather the 20 heads for the last language task.

If this language task is given with an Arabic language pack, it will definitely play a huge role in the future.

Taking cover from the surrounding buildings, Wei Ran left the area that had not yet been invaded by the Phalanges, and followed the sound of gunfire to find a target.

"boom!"

Just as he hid in the shadow of a building, a gunshot was heard from a four-story building not far away, which was almost exactly the same as the sound of the flare being launched.

Although it is not known whether the person who fired the shot was the hot air balloon, after the gunshot, the sound of gunfire in the distance also stopped abruptly.

Looking up again at the building where the gunshots were heard, Wei Ran no longer dodged the flares rising into the sky, and quickly ran along the street towards the direction where the gunshots had just been heard.

Along the way, corpses in various tragic states could be seen almost everywhere, and the air was filled with the pungent smell of burning flares mixed with a strong smell of blood.

"Da da da!"

Before he reached his destination, he heard bursts of gunfire, screams, and women's cries from the second floor of a house not far away.

Stopping and looking back, Wei Ran glanced in the direction of the building where the hot air balloon might be hiding. He raised his flashlight to send out an SOS signal, then turned off the flashlight and rushed into the wide-open door on the first floor of the house.

With the faint light from the flares coming in from outside the door, he avoided the bodies of the old men and children lying on the floor and climbed up the stairs silently to the second floor which was filled with desperate cries and weak screams.

With the light from the window, he could clearly see that there was a man on the second floor rummaging through drawers and cabinets looking for something. Besides a twitching man and a child lying in a pool of blood on the floor, there were two people near the window tearing the clothes of two women.

"Snapped!"

As the first gunshot rang out, a small metal bug crawled into the back of the head of the man standing by the window closest to him.

Without even waiting for the first shell fired from the Makarov rifle in his hand to fall to the ground, Wei Ran had already moved the muzzle and pulled the trigger towards the enemy who had already discovered him in the distance and was about to raise the rifle in his hand.

"Snapped!"

After the second gunshot, the only remaining enemy hurriedly held the girl, who was about to strip off all her clothes, against his chest, and shouted in Arabic, which Wei Ran could not understand. His other hand subconsciously reached for the holster at his leg.

"boom!"

Clear gunshots came from a distance, and the militant, who had almost pulled out the TT33 pistol from his leg holster, trembled and his skull was opened by the bullet from a distance.

  The aim is pretty good.

Wei Ran muttered to himself, bent down, picked up a robe and handed it to the girl he rescued first. It was indeed a girl, probably about sixteen or seventeen years old.

After the terrified girl took the robe to cover her body, Wei Ran picked up a blanket and handed it to the other girl whose face was splashed with blood, then walked to the man who was still gasping for breath.

"Sorry, I can't save you." Wei Ran said in French. He really couldn't save the other person, this man who looked to be in his forties, his lung had been shattered by a bullet.

Although he obviously didn't understand what Wei Ran was saying, the man who was about to suffocate stretched out his bloody hand with difficulty and touched the bullet shell that had dropped when Wei Ran had just fired. He tried to look at the two young girls, revealing a bright smile that was bleeding, and also made a firing gesture with difficulty.

With a silent sigh, Wei Ran stood up, turned around decisively and left the building.

After looking around, he took out the flashlight again, flashed a beam of light, and then ran again.

Not long after, two young girls came out of the building behind him with guns.

Less than two hundred meters away, in a room of a residential building, a man hiding in the shadows put a leaf of khat into his mouth, muttered something in Arabic, and followed Wei Ran's back with the lens of the scope.

At his feet, there were also some corpses lying on the ground. Among those corpses were the elderly, children, men and women. There were also three members of the Falange who were shot but still alive. Their tongues were cut off and the tendons of their hands and feet were cut. They were twisting their bodies in pain and losing control.

Through the scope of the SVD sniper rifle in his hand, Wei Ran was wandering quickly in the refugee camp covered by flares like a ghost.

Just like what the sewing machine said at the beginning - this kind of environment is more comfortable for him than standing next to the operating table.

"boom!"

As another gunshot rang out behind him, Wei Ran rolled forward and hid in a dark doorway on the side of the road.

"Pfft!"

Almost at the same time he steadied himself, a Falangist corpse fell from above his head and landed on the street. In his hand was an AKM ready to fire.

In less than a second, he heard shouts in Arabic that he couldn't understand coming from above his head, followed by the sound of gunfire.

Wei Ran stood up and wiped the blood that had accidentally stained his hands. He looked up and then went into the door of the next room that was blocked by a corpse. With the help of flares that were raised again and again, he went to the second floor. He slowly picked up the silent MP5 he brought with him and pulled the trigger at the two clowns who were hiding by the window and shooting alternately.

"Ta-ta-ta-ta!"

The hoarse and low sound of gunfire ended, and the two Long Gunmen trembled and became silent. Wei Ran also felt as if he had been hit by a club for the first time in a long time. His legs went soft and he fell to the blood-stained floor, covering his head to resist the feeling of brain failure that he thought would never come again.

After about half a minute, Wei Ran stood up shakily, then held on to the table and vomited his dinner with a "vomit".

After wiping his mouth roughly, he took out the kettle and took a sip of water that still tasted of red wine, rinsed his mouth, spit it out roughly, and walked to the side of the two corpses.

After briefly checking the weapons on them, Wei Ran pushed the two men out of the window one by one.

"Puff! Puff!"

Accompanied by the sound of two heavy objects falling to the ground, Wei Ran took out the flashlight again and shook it quickly.

Shaking his still dizzy brain, Wei Ran quickly went downstairs and left. This time, not long after he walked along the street, he heard a woman desperately begging for her husband to be spared - she spoke in Arabic, which Wei Ran could understand.

"I don't know if I can get an extra language pack as a reward if I exceed the task quota."

  While muttering to himself, Wei Ran raised his gun and pulled the trigger at a Falangist who was escorting a man down the street at gunpoint!

"Snapped!"

Amid the not-so-conspicuous gunshot, the Falange member's legs simply went limp and he became motionless. The man he was originally holding, after a brief daze, bent down, picked up the other's weapon, and rushed back home.

"Da da da!"

  Almost when Wei Ran was about to run over, fierce gunfire and screams were heard from the house, and from other houses around, Falangist militants escorting "criminals" came out one after another!

broken

Wei Ran quickly hid back to his original position with a sinking heart. The shot he just shot had stirred up a hornet's nest!

(End of this chapter)