War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 427 Black and White Prejudice ([-]-in-[-] Update)

In the middle of the night, in the wilderness, around the bonfire, and beside the bonfire, Jerry, the martial arts master who vividly told stories about Indian myths and ghosts.Of course, there is also Sui Sui who is almost drunk but is still in charge of translation work, and Kajianka who sits beside Sui Sui to help with the second translation and check for omissions.

In addition, there are those young couples who either concentrate on listening to the story, or sit around the campfire, gnawing rabbit heads while drinking beer, and whispering about love in a low voice.

Of course, it also includes hooking shoulders with Diego, talking to themselves in Sichuan dialect and Mexican respectively, but it seems that Master Sun and Cowboy Diego can communicate fluently through the spicyness of Mexican peppers.

Standing up quietly, Wei Ran patted his stomach, and walked towards the caravan in the distance.

Katenka, who hadn't finished drinking half a glass of beer all night, glanced at Wei Ran, then looked away indifferently, and continued to help Suisui, translating English words that the other party didn't understand into words she could understand Russian, and then translated into Chinese by Sui Sui vividly.

And at the edge of the bonfire party, Wei Ran, who has completely merged his body into the darkness, waited for a while, then walked to a cactus, and took out the oil barrel with a small half barrel of vodka from the metal book .

After emptying out the wine inside, Wei Ran quietly walked to the side of Master Sun's caravan, put the mouth of the oil barrel together, and picked up the Jack's self-brewed wine from the stainless steel airtight barrel buried in the crushed ice. beer.

Waiting until the 20-liter oil barrel was filled with cold beer, Wei Ran looked around and saw that no one noticed him, so he immediately put the oil barrel back into the metal book, turned his head and walked behind a big rock at the foot of the mountain.

When passing by the horse that he had ridden all afternoon, he also took the refurbished M1 Garand rifle away.

As he walked to the distance, the laughter behind him and the light of the bonfire became farther and farther away, and finally was completely blocked by a boulder that Wei Ran had long set his sights on.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran leaned the rifle in his hand against the stone, then turned on the flashlight function of the phone, and then took out the metal book as quickly as possible.

With the sound of flipping pages, the metal book automatically stopped at page 19, and the metal quill brushed out an M1 Garand rifle stamped on the dirt on the pale yellow page. , and the helmet buckled on the butt.

Under Wei Ran's gaze, the metal quill brushed out a few lines of text under the drawn pattern:
Character Identity: Medic Victor

Return mission: Survive until August 8th, assist Tom to fulfill his wish, and take at least one photo with Marshall and Will.

Language Mission: Successfully land and rescue at least one black person

English is here!

Wei Ran clenched his fists immediately after reading it. For him, it doesn't really matter whether he can speak English or not.

However, the shadows and painful memories of those pinyin letters in his student days before the college entrance examination, as well as his study experience in Hongqi Forest Farm, plus the embarrassment of needing someone to translate to understand what he said during these two trips to the United States, All of these prompted him to want to learn the language as soon as possible. After all, he, Wei Ran, was a strong historian after all.

Wait, save at least one black man. Wouldn't it be rap English with a B-BOX?

Amidst Wei Ran's worries, the familiar white light rushed towards his face, and then he smelled the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and the fishy smell of the sea, and at the same time, the sound of explosions that were close at hand became more and more clear.

"Whoa!"

Wei Ran, who had just recovered his vision, hadn't reacted yet, and the bitter, salty water mixed with the smell of blood poured down on his head and face.

Subconsciously shortening his body, he saw clearly that he seemed to be in a crawler landing vehicle, and there was one such landing vehicle not far from the left and right sides, and it spread horizontally for at least several hundred meters!
Looking around again, there are tense-looking soldiers crowded one by one. Some of these soldiers are sucking cigars or cigarettes that have been wet and extinguished long ago, and some are holding necklaces tremblingly in front of their chests. They were drawing the sign of the cross, while others were chewing bubble gum with an indifferent expression on their faces.

Take a last look at yourself, there are bulging canvas satchels on both sides of the waist, there is a water bottle between the satchel on the left and the belt buckle, and a 1911 pistol is hidden in the gap between the satchel and the belt on the right.

In addition, there are red cross cuffs on the left and right arms, a flashlight hanging on the left chest, and a pair of brown-red high-waisted paratrooper boots on the feet.

Touching the helmet on his head again, Wei Ran took a pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes from the net covering the helmet and looked at it. Seeing that it hadn't been unpacked at all, he stuffed it back to its original position.

After such a short period of time, the crawler landing vehicle with the turret on it also stopped, and everyone including Wei Ran immediately jumped off and stepped on the sandy beach covered with reefs.And the landing vehicle that paused for a while also returned immediately to pick up the next batch of soldiers who were about to land on the beach.

It wasn't until this time that Wei Ran noticed that the beach, which was almost two kilometers wide, was already crowded with soldiers who had successfully landed, various construction machinery, and combat supplies waiting to be transported.

What makes his hairs stand on end is that although the warships docked on the calm sea behind him are continuously supporting the landing with artillery fire, there is a high ground directly in front of this beach, and the two sides are straight up and down. of cliffs.The landing site is too small, the soldiers are too crowded, and the highland fortress in front of them insists on fighting back under the artillery attack, all of these seem to be massacring the soldiers who have just landed!
"Is this so safe and boring?"

Wei Ran secretly cursed the dead liar who left the message on the human skull back then, bent over with his helmet on, and jumped into a bomb crater that was still steaming with gunpowder smoke without even thinking about it.

However, before his feet touched the ground of the crater, the familiar but uncomfortable feeling of brain shutdown came over his face, causing Wei Ran, who lost his balance, to fall into the crater in an awkward posture like a dog chewing shit.

Shaking his head to dispel the weird feeling of space-time disorder in his head, when he regained his composure, he could indeed understand what the soldiers around him were shouting.

He tried to open his mouth, but Wei Ran found that he couldn't make any sound at all.This is quite similar to when I first learned German with a metal notebook.

Wei Ran clearly remembered that there were two language tasks at that time, and when he only completed one of them, he could also understand but couldn't make a sound, and he could not speak until he completed the second task.

So you have to find a black person in need and help?

Wei Ran calmed down a bit, and after carefully recalling the requirements for returning to the mission and the language mission, he did not leave the crater in a hurry, but reached out and took out the pistol hidden in the gap between the satchel and the belt, pulled out the magazine and checked it. Fan.

As expected, the magazine of this pistol is full of bullets, and an additional magazine is fixed in the cowhide holster.

Putting the bullets on the top of the pistol and stuffing it back into the holster, Wei Ran opened the canvas bags on both sides and took a look. From injections to gauze dressings to various surgical instruments and even a lot of excessive condoms, these two bags contained everything. It's medical supplies.

After getting a little familiar with the arrangement of the items in the two bags, he quickly took off the helmet and took a look. Fortunately, this helmet with a mesh cover was painted with a white red cross on the left, right, front, and rear sides. , where the soul above the head is painted with a bee holding a weapon, a wrench and a hammer.In addition, a pack of cigarettes and a deck of cards were stuffed in the mesh of the helmet.

Sea bee combat engineers?

After seeing the bee painting, Wei Ran immediately understood the unit he belonged to this time.What made him even more relieved was the conspicuous red cross on the four sides of the helmet. This thing could make him less dangerous, but considering that the enemy on the opposite side was a little devil, these small bonuses seemed to be worse than nothing.

Re-buttoning the helmet as quickly as possible, Wei Ran cautiously poked his head out of the crater and took a hasty look. Wherever he looked, all he could see were the backs of soldiers charging towards the high ground in front of them.

Back into the crater again, he tried to get something out of the metal book as usual.

However, what surprised him was that there were very few things that could be taken out this time. There were only anti-Japanese swords, three oil barrels, and Guqin Yaoguang. come out!

"This special code is called safe and boring?! Don't let me know which bastard wrote it!"

Wei Ran stood up cursing and was about to crawl out of the crater when an explosion was heard from the shore only 40 meters away from him!
With a quick reaction, he retracted his body, and after the shock wave blew away the wet sand, he continued to look over, and then found that a bulldozer had been overturned by the explosion, and there was a soldier lying on the sand next to it.A little farther away, another soldier was dragging a soldier whose leg had been broken by the blast to crawl quickly into the bomb crater.

Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't care about black and white people anymore, jumped out of the crater and rushed over, at the same time reached out his hand and took out a morphine and a pack of sulfa powder from his pocket.

Quickly rushing to the soldier lying on the ground next to the bulldozer, Wei Ran noticed that he was covering his neck with one hand, but even so, blood was still pouring out from his fingers .

The soldier who was still alive seemed to see hope after seeing the cuff on Wei Ran's arm, and subconsciously loosened his hand covering the wound.

At this moment, jets of blood flowed out from between the fingers, directly staining the hand that Wei Ran stretched out just now.

Seeing this, Wei Ran froze for a moment, and silently stuck the disposable morphine injection in his hand on the soldier's neck.In this environment, he couldn't save the opponent at all.

And the soldier also seemed to see something from Wei Ran's expression, the hope that had just appeared on his face turned into despair and panic, and tears even overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Before Wei Ran could stand up, another bulldozer drove over from a short distance and blocked the gap between Wei Ran and the high ground in the distance. Immediately afterwards, a shirtless white soldier jumped out of the cab of the bulldozer He rushed towards Wei Ran.

"Do you need my help?" The shirtless white soldier rushed over and asked, "Kevin"

Although Wei Ran could understand what the other party said, but because he hadn't completely completed the language task, he couldn't answer at all, so he could only shake his head, got up and rushed towards the two soldiers in the bomb crater not far away. .

The distance between the two was no more than ten meters, but when he jumped into the crater, he noticed that no matter the one whose leg was blown off and was screaming, or the one who hid in the crater with the wounded, they were all black.

But what he didn't notice was that when he ran towards the wounded in the crater, the shirtless white soldier behind him showed anger on his face.

But compared to these things he didn't know, the two black soldiers in the crater were stunned when they saw him jumping into the crater and started to stop the bleeding. The black soldier who was receiving treatment for his left calf almost forgot to scream.

"Medical soldiers!"

Before Wei Ran could finish his work, the shirtless white soldier was already holding a blood-stained Garand rifle and stood desperately on the edge of the crater, angrily and kindly, "I order You're going to save Kevin right now! Right now!"

Wei Ran raised his head and glanced at the shirtless soldier beside the crater, then at the black wounded being treated and another black soldier with an angry and unwilling face, and finally realized something belatedly in an instant.

Although since the end of the Civil War, Idiot Beauty released black slaves, but racial discrimination has not disappeared at all, and the inequality between whites and blacks is by no means just reflected in the inability to use the same toilet, and the same mouth. On such a simple matter as the water in the well.

Even on the battlefield, black soldiers are equated with the word "cannon fodder" and are responsible for the most dangerous jobs.White people, on the other hand, are the so-called main force, and they all do less dangerous jobs.

Of course, black soldiers and white soldiers fight in a mixed formation. Don’t even think about it. Even the medical soldiers who are called battlefield angels are white people saving white people and black people saving black people. Even the blood plasma is divided into two parts. Use each.

It is no exaggeration to say that the black wounded are not even qualified to use white blood plasma, and many white wounded would not consider using black blood plasma to save their lives even if they died.

Outrageous?It's just a fact. After all, even the Red Cross reluctantly agreed to use black blood to establish a blood bank under the persecution of the US government.

Against this background, it seems that the wounded who is obviously hopeless is still friends with the white soldier who is desperately standing on the edge of the crater.

But Wei Ran gave up treating his friend and came here to save a black wounded.So now everything he did seems to be reasonable.

But even so, Wei Ran didn't stop working.If he didn't revive the wounded, he would really be a dumb man, without even a chance to refute.

Just at this time, a second explosion sounded close at hand, and the shirtless soldier subconsciously jumped into the crater.

Four people were crowded in this small crater, and even one of them was a wounded person. One can imagine the degree of crowding.

But what made him want to laugh was that when the uninjured black man subconsciously supported the jumping white soldier, the latter subconsciously pushed away like a little girl who had been molested He grabbed the black hand on his shoulder and shouted "Don't touch me!" at the same time.

Neuropathy!
Wei Ran, who couldn't make a sound, saw the white soldier raised the rifle in his hand again, even hitting his helmet with the muzzle, but all he could do was curse secretly in his heart, there was nothing wrong with it. Stop what you're doing.

Speaking of it, I would also like to thank Teacher Dalia and Mr. Karp for throwing fireworks and smoke bombs into the room time and time again when they were studying medical courses at Hongqi Forest Farm, and even knocking drums and drums in their ears, otherwise he would have He would have pulled out his pistol and killed this idiot long ago.

However, Wei Ran didn't respond, but it didn't mean that the black soldier in the crater didn't have no response.

Almost at the same time when the muzzle of the gun collided with Wei Ran's helmet, the black man grabbed the muzzle of the gun and lifted it up, then pulled it forward and then pushed it into the arms of the shirtless white soldier.

When the hard butt of the gun hit the white soldier's chest fiercely, the latter also subconsciously let go of the rifle in his hand in severe pain, watching the black man snatch the rifle from his hand.

Just at this time, another shell landed not far from the crowd, and Wei Ran also stopped the bleeding on the broken leg.

After trying to clear his throat and confirming that he could make a sound, Wei Ran tried to use the extra English in his mind and said, "Okay, send him back."

"Thank you"

The black man with the muzzle lowered subconsciously extended his hand towards Wei Ran, but in the middle of the journey, he seemed to remember something and abruptly changed it into a salute, "Thank you, my name is Will, thank you for saving my life Comrades."

"Victor, I hope you won't encounter a time when you need my help on the battlefield." Seeing this, Wei Ran stretched out his hand calmly towards the other party. He didn't know whether he was black or white in the eyes of the other party, or whether he was originally a white man. skin color, but it does not prevent him from giving the other party the same kindness.

The black soldier named Will hesitated for a moment, and finally shook hands with Wei Ran lightly, then threw the rifle in his hand to the white soldier who was watching coldly, and bent over to pick up his injured companion and headed to the nearby The landing vehicle runs.

The white soldier took the rifle and said to Wei Ran with a cold face, "Medical soldier, you should be ashamed of what you did! You killed Kevin to save a black man!"

"I'm sorry about Kevin." Wei Ran said while packing up the used medical equipment, "but I will not feel ashamed because I saved a black man."

Having said that, Wei Ran lightly tapped the red cross on the helmet with the hemostat in his hand, "For me, there is only the difference between being able to save life and not being able to save life. Well, if you don't plan to shoot, I'm going to save the others."

Without giving the shirtless soldier on the opposite side a chance to speak, Wei Ran has already jumped out of the crater and rushed towards the struggling and screaming wounded in another crater not far away.

And behind him, the shirtless soldier finally put down the rifle aimed at Wei Ran's back, and rushed out of the crater towards the bulldozer not far away.

Seeing this, Wei Ran, who had been looking at this side from the corner of his eye, heaved a sigh of relief, and put all his attention on the mid-spirited white wounded beside him.

Speaking of which, the soldier's injury is not serious, it's just that the frontal bone of the lower leg was broken, and even the skin of the fracture was not broken.

"Stop shouting!"

Wei Ran stretched out his hand and patted the opponent's helmet lightly, and then stuck a free morphine on the opponent's leg.

"Will I be amputated?"

The young Caucasian soldier yelled and asked in pain, but at the same time turned his eyes to the side, and hugged the M1 carbine in his hand, not daring to look at the one that had been bent to an abnormal angle. calf.

"Yes, of course amputation!"

Waiting for the effect of the medicine to take effect, Wei Ran reached out and took off the pack of Lucky Strike cigarettes from the helmet and tore it open, took out one and stuffed it into the opponent's mouth, and then picked up a wooden plank with sparks from the edge of the crater Handed it to the other party, and took away the carbine in the other party's arms by the way to avoid hurting yourself, and then said loudly, "According to my judgment, it must be cut off from the nose down. In the future, when you go shopping, be careful not to be stepped on by others." to the skull."

The panic-stricken wounded soldier was stunned for a moment, and the man who was dripping with snot and tears couldn't help showing a smirk, stretched his neck obediently, moved the cigarette in his mouth to the edge of the wooden plank, and took a strong sip , puffed out a puff of smoke sophisticatedly.

"Does it hurt?" Wei Ran yelled to ask, and at the same time, he took out a pair of scissors and tapped lightly on the other's fractured calf.

"No pain, no feeling!"

The relaxed young soldier wiped the tears and snot from his face, and leaned his upper body against the edge of the crater, "Be gentle when you amputate my limb."

"It's said that there is no need for amputation, but then don't move around."

While speaking, Wei Ran had already cut off the trouser legs of the wounded, squeezed the red and swollen area around the fracture, then sat down on the opposite side of the wounded, and stepped on his crotch with his foot under the dull gaze of the wounded .

Still waiting for the young soldier to react, Wei Ran had already clamped the ankle of the fractured calf with his armpits and pulled back forcefully, while stepping on the opponent's crotch, he also kicked forward forcefully.

In less than half a minute, when he slightly relaxed his strength, the originally bent calf had roughly returned to its normal angle.

After pinching the fracture again, Wei Ran shouted loudly amidst the rumbling gunfire, "Sorry, I didn't align it, and I need to adjust it again, bear with it!"

"Wait! Wait!"

The young soldier finally came to his senses, and hurriedly took off his helmet to protect his crotch, "I don't want you to step on my cute balls just to save my legs!"

"What's your name?"

Wei Ran stepped on the opponent's helmet stuck between his legs while asking questions, and at the same time pulled the opponent's leg back with force, and his hands were groping for a little bit to adjust the position of the fracture.

"Jack! What about you? Will my leg be pulled off by you?!"

The wounded man gritted his teeth and uttered an ordinary name that could no longer be ordinary, and tried his best to endure the strange pulling sensation at the fracture site.

"Victor! Don't move!"

While Wei Ran was shouting, he pressed the fractured area with both hands, and at the same time loosened the foot that was stepping on the opponent's egg helmet little by little.

Only when he was sure that the broken bones were aligned, did he support the opponent's calf and loosen the armpits, and reached out to pick up the wooden stick that he had just helped the opponent light up, and poked it into the pool of water in the center of the crater to extinguish the remaining sparks. The wounded man named Jack untied the opponent's bayonet and scabbard under his bewildered gaze.

Using these three things as a splint, and adding a roll of gauze to fix the fracture, Wei Ran looked around and saw two stretchers in the distance, and immediately waved and shouted, "Stretcher! Here!"

Hearing this, the two white soldiers who were in charge of carrying the stretcher ran over immediately, and quickly lifted Jack up. Before leaving here, one of the stretcher soldiers glanced at the military rank on Wei Ran's clothes, and pointed to a machine not far away. The crawler landing vehicle with burning flames shouted, "There is a man with an abdominal cavity injury behind the landing vehicle. His intestines have flowed out. Can you help him?"

"no problem!"

Wei Ran also responded loudly, but before leaving the crater, he took the carbine that had just been taken from the wounded man named Jack by mistake.

However, when he rushed to the back of the landing vehicle pointed at by the stretcher soldier just now, he realized that the wounded man guided by the other party turned out to be a black man!
(End of this chapter)