War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1552 (Extra chapter for Li Guang the bird-shooting master) My good brother, you will go to heaven.

Inside the refugee camp, on the streets filled with the smell of blood, valuable items such as Egyptian pounds, US dollars, rings and even watches were scattered sparsely.

At 6:36, the three Falange members who had just been attracted by a gunshot were also playing the game of squatting. You squatted down to pick up two bills, I bent down to pick up a watch, and we were happily filling our respective bags.

"I guess it must have been scattered by someone while fleeing."

One of the Falangists, who was standing guard with a gun and waiting for his turn to bend down and pick up something, said regretfully in Arabic, "I didn't expect there would be such a rich person in the refugee camp. I just picked up more than a hundred dollars."

“We’ll be catching her soon.”

Another armed Falangist who was on guard with a gun waited for his companion to raise his gun. He quickly walked forward a few steps, bent down and picked up a lady's gold necklace, and whispered, "I hope it's a beautiful girl. When I picked up the makeup box just now, there was also a high-heeled shoe there."

"I also hope it's a beautiful girl. I hope God can bless us and make our wish come true." said the militant who was busy picking up things just now, and nodded towards a house with closed doors on the side of the road.

Following his gesture, I saw the body of a Falangist militant lying in a pool of blood at the door of the house. One of his bloody hands was pointing at the tightly closed iron door of the house.

The three of them looked at each other, and one of them kicked the corpse. Seeing that he didn't respond, he pointed at his own eyes and then pointed to the left and right of the house.

The other two militants nodded and walked towards the alleys on both sides of the house, each with a gun in hand.

After waiting for a moment, the man at the door tried to gently push the closed door with the muzzle of the gun.

What he didn't expect was that the iron gate was not locked. He easily pushed open a gap less than a fist wide. At the same time, he also noticed the two bricks blocking the courtyard door from the inside and the wine bottles placed upside down on the bricks.

After taking a quick look inside through the crack in the door, the militant squatted down cautiously, gently placed the muzzle of the folding stock AKM in his hand against the door panel, then reached his other hand into the gap in the courtyard door, carefully moved the wine bottle on the two bricks, and placed it at his feet.

After feeling a little relieved, he reached out and touched the two bricks again.

When the top brick was picked up, an expectant smile even appeared on his face covered by the scarf.

Unfortunately, he did not notice that at some point, the bloody body of his Falangist companion who was lying behind him had silently climbed up.

"Snapped"

With a barely audible sound, the armed man who had already removed the second brick shuddered in fear, and his finger subconsciously pulled the trigger.

However, the slight sound just now was made when the sexy big pick of the AK rifle in his hand was pushed to the safety position.

Before he could scream out in surprise, he felt a bloody hand covering his mouth.

"click"

With a crisp sound, his eyes went black and he was offline forever. At the same time, his neck was turned to an angle that ordinary people could hardly achieve.

Gently pushing open the specially chosen courtyard door, Wei Ran dragged the body inside and hid it at the door. He then carefully wiped the dirt on his hands on the other person's body, then picked up the other person's weapon and fired a series of random bursts into the house. At the same time, he also used Arabic, trying his best to imitate the other person's tone, and shouted indistinctly, "Come in quickly, it's really a beautiful woman!"

After saying this, he dropped his gun and hid behind the iron gate as quickly as possible.

After waiting for less than ten seconds, the first, no, the second to last militant rushed in, followed closely by the last one.

Before the two of them ran in, Wei Ran even took a second to calmly adjust his posture, then raised his left hand and pulled the trigger of the titanium alloy pistol that suddenly appeared in his hand.

"Crack! Crack!"

After two not-so-loud gunshots, a pool of blood burst out from the left and right shoulders of the man in front.

Without even waiting for the bullet shell to fall to the ground, nor for the man to scream, Wei Ran had already put away his gun and rushed forward. With two crisp "clicks! clicks!" and screams that sounded almost simultaneously, he broke the elbows of the last militant's hands.

"Snapped!"

After stomping hard on the unlucky guy's ankle, Wei Ran ran to the unlucky guy who was shot, first took off his weapon, then dislocated his jaw joint and the ankle of one leg, and stuffed a ball of rags prepared in advance into his mouth.

Turning back to the man with a dislocated elbow, Wei Ran used the same trick to eliminate his threat and blocked his mouth, then he calmly locked the gate.

After dragging all three into the room, Wei Ran dragged the one with a dislocated joint and limped to the second floor.

"Just answer whatever you are asked," Wei Ran reminded him before pulling out the obstruction from his mouth.

The Falangist militant looked with horror at the bodies of the old man and the child on the sofa not far away, swallowed his saliva subconsciously, and then nodded hurriedly.

"What are your three names, where are you from, which unit are you from, who is your superior military commander, what are your characteristics. How will you be identified for today's activities, and is there a password?"

While Wei Ran was installing the chin on him and taking off his clothes, he also asked a series of questions, "You can make up whatever you want. As long as I get a different answer from the man downstairs, I will cut off your scalp and penis, wrap them together and stuff them into your mouth." "Gurgle"

The Falangist swallowed his saliva and began to answer hurriedly without even having time to adjust to the pain in his jaw joint.

He asked the same question five times. After knocking him unconscious, Wei Ran changed his clothes first, then turned around and went downstairs, and asked the same question again and again to the militant who was shot in the shoulder.

At 56:, Wei Ran tied a white Arabic scarf to the left side belt of his Chinese-made Type chest strap according to the friend-or-foe identification method learned from torture, and rolled up his left cuff.

Finally, he wrapped his head again with the scarf that the hot air balloon had given him, and put on a double-sided camouflage beanie hat.

Everything was ready. He stuffed the looted grenades, the silenced MP5 submachine gun, and spare ammunition into the backpack he had just seized, and jumped on the spot.

"you"

"boom!"

Wei Ran picked up an AKM with a fixed stock and shot the unlucky guy twice in the shoulder where he was already shot.

"I will save you, my good brother Hariri. Wait a minute. I will come to save you after I kill the refugee who shot at you upstairs."

After saying that, Wei Ran kindly helped him reinstall all his dislocated joints, then turned around and pulled the trigger at the chest of the "comrade-in-arms" whose neck he had broken first, directly emptying the magazine.

After taking a look at Hariri, who looked desperate but still alive, Wei Ran walked upstairs and threw the gun without bullets to the kind-hearted man who had exchanged clothes with him and lent him his identity.

"Lend me your identity"

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already picked up another AKM rifle with a folding stock hanging on his shoulder and pulled the trigger repeatedly at the head of the "refugee with a weapon"!

"I won't use your scalp this time."

As Wei Ran was speaking, he quickly ran downstairs while replacing the magazine of his weapon with a new one. He grabbed his "shot companion" Hariri, dragged him under the armpit and ran out, while shouting loudly in Arabic for help.

Listening to the noise and scolding outside, Wei Ran pulled out the Mauser bayonet hidden in his sleeve and stabbed it into Hariri's abdomen, twisted it hard, then grabbed his collar and retreated.

Almost at the same time, a group of Falangists came running over from a distance. Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately shouted loudly for help.

"Are there any more enemies?" The militant who ran over with a gun asked loudly in Arabic, while also glancing at Wei Ran's attire.

"He's dead. I beat him to death!"

Wei Ran responded loudly in panic in Arabic, "But Hariri was shot, and he was stabbed by that bastard! And Emir, he's dead too! He's still in there!"

Upon hearing this, the Phalange member who asked the question immediately breathed a sigh of relief and squatted down to check Hariri's injuries. The latter also "cooperated" and looked at Wei Ran with trembling hands, no, looked at his comrade-in-arms.

"I avenged you, I avenged you!"

Wei Ran hugged Hariri's head and screamed in pain, while intentionally or unintentionally blocking his nostrils with his left arm and pressing against his chin.

"He can't survive"

As the Phalange militant rushed over, he tore off Hariri's cedar badge and put it in his pocket. He pulled Wei Ran away and said sadly, "The knife pierced his lung. If you are brothers, please send him off. Otherwise, he will die in great pain. By the way, what's your name?"

"Camille," Wei Ran replied tremblingly, "Camille Fazis."

"Camille, don't let him suffer, help him end his life." said the Falange member, and at the same time he pulled out a Stechkin submachine gun, known as the "Soviet box gun", which was an APB version, from his waist and handed it over.

"I"

Wei Ran took the pistol with trembling hands, and at the same time glanced inconspicuously at the walkie-talkie stuffed in the other party's chest bag. He tremblingly pointed the muzzle of the gun at the heart of "good brother Hariri".

"May God bless you, my good brother, and you will go to heaven."

After saying that, Wei Ran reluctantly pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Amid the crisp sound of gunfire, Hariri, whose face had turned red, trembled, perhaps because of suffocation or anger, and finally stopped breathing as the bullet shell hit the blood-stained road.

(End of this chapter)