War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 432 Wei Ran's Nickname

The bouncing truck was full of tired doctors and nurses, some of whom hadn't even had time to take off their bloodstained surgical gowns, compared to those who had just showered and changed recently. Wei Ran is the cleanest-looking one among these people.

"Are you a medic?"

A military doctor who seemed to be in his forties looked strangely at the pistol on Wei Ran's waist and the steel helmet with the red cross still covered by the cuff, "Why did you hide here instead of going to the front line?"

"Save it, Harrison"

A younger-looking doctor said while smoking a choking cigar, "He is no worse than you. I heard from Nurse Taylor that at least a quarter of the patients who needed amputation were sent to his operating room today. "

Hearing this, the military doctor named Harrison immediately had an expression of enlightenment, "Oh! So you are the veterinarian Victor!"

"Veterinarian Victor?" Wei Ran looked blankly at the strange eyes cast from around him, "I'm not a veterinarian."

"You are indeed not a veterinarian. How can a veterinarian be as bloody as you?"

The young military doctor who just helped Wei Ran took a puff on his cigar, and joked, "I've heard from several nurses that the number of arms and legs lifted out of your operating room all day today is too high." scary."

"I've heard that too," a doctor sitting in the corner of the truck joked, "It's said that a young soldier fainted from fright."

"There is such a thing"

Nurse Jenny, who was also sitting in the truck, added as if coaxing, "I thought he was dead at the time, and almost let the stretcher soldiers carry him away."

"Victor, which medical school did you graduate from?"

The middle-aged military doctor Harrison asked curiously, "Your skills can be kept in the rear hospital, why do you look like a medical soldier?"

"Because I don't want to be called a veterinarian"

Wei Ran replied angrily, and at the same time ignored the other party's first question without any trace. After all, he can't say that he learned the technology from Hongqi Forest Farm.

"It's true." Harrison seemed to have found a reasonable explanation for himself, "I have the impression that the medical soldiers on the front line are indeed very rough."

"Remember Chef Paul?" said a nurse in the car. "He was a medic too. That bastard was rougher."

"Don't mention that bastard!" Several doctors in the car, and even several nurses including Jenny shouted the same sentence in unison.

"What's going on?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously.

"Paul is also a medic"

The cigar-smoking doctor grinned and explained, "Chef is his nickname. That bastard pressed his broken leg against a red-hot cannon shell to save a bleeding soldier when Pearl Harbor was attacked by air. It is said that the smell of meat was still strong until the wounded was sent to the operating room."

"Brock, stop talking! I'm going to vomit!" Nurse Jenny shouted with an ugly face.

"What happened later?" Wei Ran subconsciously asked.

"There is no later"

Dr. Harrison took the topic lightly, "When he went to rescue the sailors on the USS Arizona, there was a second explosion on the ship, and even the body was not found."

"So everyone calls him Chef Paul, Victor. People with nicknames will live longer on the battlefield."

While speaking, the cigar smoker took out a cigar from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, "So you will definitely live to the end of the war with the nickname of a veterinarian."

"Thank you for your blessing, and of course, your cigar." Wei Ran said dumbfounded.

Everyone chatted for a while, and the truck that had been bouncing left and right on the dense shell craters also stopped after jumping over the high ground that was captured not long ago.

After jumping out of the truck, Wei Ran noticed that the corpses of American soldiers and Japanese soldiers who had not had time to clean up were lying around, and some corpses were even burning with flames that remained after being soothed by flamethrowers and a strange smell of meat .

Reminiscent of the chef Paul mentioned by the bastard military doctors in the car just now, Wei Ran couldn't help grinning, followed the rest of the doctors and nurses, and walked towards the temporary hospital that looked like a construction site not far away. Amidst the still unstoppable firefight and the occasional cold gunshots, an increasingly clear and extremely familiar wailing sound was heard.

"It's started, everyone, don't die on the operating table."

The doctor known as Bullock spit out the cigar in his mouth while speaking, and walked into a simple operating room hidden in the fortification with the nurse around him in high spirits.

"Veterinarian Victor hum."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, glanced at the roaring bulldozers not far away and the stretcher soldiers busily shuttling around, and walked into an operating room as directed.

Just resting for less than an hour really didn't do much, but fortunately, since the highland was taken, the number of wounded has also begun to drop sharply, so after they have been busy for almost two hours, they are finally Got a chance to rest.

Still led by Nurse Jenny to find the tent, when he walked in, he found that the pastor Tom and the stretcher soldier Randy were already inside, but the bulldozer driver Marshall was the only one missing.

"Where's Marshall?" Wei Ran suppressed the uneasiness in his heart and asked.

"Don't worry, he's still alive, and he's busy outside now." Tom, who was already lying on the bed, pointed outside, "Also, turn off the lights."

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately turned off the flashlight that had just been turned on. Until then, Tom said, "There are still many enemies on the surrounding high ground. They will follow the light and shoot bullets and shells."

"How are you doing today?" Wei Ran asked after finding a bed and lying down.

"same as usual"

Randy said wearily, "I feel like my legs don't belong to me now, by the way, Tom got a bullet in his helmet."

"Injured?" Wei Ran immediately looked at Tom not far away.

"no"

Pastor Tom's tone was full of excitement and gratitude, "I killed an enemy with my own hands today. His gun didn't penetrate my helmet, and it jammed when the second shot was fired. Later, I rushed up and gave it to him. One shot. It hit his eye socket accurately."

"Your marksmanship is quite good." Wei Ran encouraged with a smile, he can clearly remember who was hiding under the wreckage of the tank and prayed desperately.

"It's really good," Randy said with a suppressed smile, "after all, the distance between him and the enemy whose legs were broken is less than two meters."

"Distance doesn't matter, at least I killed an enemy!" Tom sat up and argued.

"I'll kill one tomorrow too," Randy said nonchalantly.

Wei Ran yawned, "Why don't you two go to the front line now."

"Now even if the front line is full of strippers, I don't want to take another step." Randy was the first to admit, "I even think I can practice long-distance running after the war is over."

"I don't want to move anymore," Pastor Tom said while kneading his legs, "but I'm sure I can kill a few more tomorrow."

"What's the situation on the front line now?"

Wei Ran used the topic to ask. Speaking of it, he didn't have a deep understanding of the history of the Pacific War. At most, he only remembered things like the start time and end time, and the impact on the direction of World War II.

"Casualties were high"

Tom sighed, "In order to take down the beachhead not far from us, Randy and I encountered reinforcements several times. Many wounded died in their original positions before they could be carried back."

"Good news too"

The stretcher soldier Randy took over the topic and said, "Although the casualties are heavy, they have already advanced to the road behind the high ground, and our tanks can continue to move along that road. The only trouble now is the small high ground nearby. The enemy hasn't been cleaned up yet."

"I guess they won't last long"

Wei Ran couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief. Combined with the intelligence of the past two days, the cliffs on both sides of the beach and the high ground in front of him have been conquered, which means that a solid landing site has been established. In this way, it is only time to solve the rest of the stragglers. That's all.

"I'm back! Let me see who else is alive!"

Before the words were finished, the shirtless Marshall got into the tent with several tin cans in his hands, "It's a pity that you are all here."

"We are also sorry that you are alive"

Tom snapped back angrily, and then asked curiously, "Marshall, what are you holding in your hand? Canned food with a new flavor?"

"I found it from those rat corpses when they were just disposing of them"

Marshall used a flashlight and a helmet familiarly to make a night light and placed it on the ground, "I've been tired of eating those cans before, so I just use these for a change, and I even got this!"

While speaking, Marshall took out four bottles of Coke from his pants pocket!

"Where did you get it?" Randy, who just said that he didn't want to leave, immediately sat up on the bed and snatched the Coke bottle handed by the other party.

"I stole it from the division commander's ration," Marshall said in a low voice. "Yesterday Victor treated us to a beer, so today I'll treat everyone to a Coke."

"You are so brave." Tom took the Coke bottle dumbfounded, bit it open with his teeth, raised his neck and took a big gulp.

"It's just a few bottles of Coke, the teacher won't be so stingy."

Marshall handed Wei Ran a bottle of Coke and a medical kit indifferently, "Veterinarian, help me change the medicine for the wound, and then how about we try those cans?"

"First of all, don't call me a veterinarian, because that just proves you're an animal."

Wei Ran took the Coke and threw it on the bed. While taking something out of the medical bag, he raised his chin towards the can in the other party's hand, "Second, the things in it will probably disappoint you."

"Why?" Marshall looked at the can in his hand in puzzlement, "Do you know what's in it?"

"That says it"

Wei Ran took two tin cans from the opponent's hand and looked at them, "This one is for rice, and the other is for rice mixed with red beans."

"What about this?" Marshall handed over a slightly smaller can and asked curiously, "Victor, do you understand Japanese?"

"I don't understand"

Wei Ran tapped the can in his hand with his finger, "But I know the Chinese characters on it, and the thing inside should be something called natto."

"What's that?" Marshall started to find a can opener from his rucksack while talking.

"Fermented beans, you can also understand them as rotten beans, the kind that are drawn."

While speaking, Marshall had already opened the can in his hand, stretched out two fingers and dug out a lump of sticky beans with strings drawn from it, and asked with an ugly face, "What the hell is this? How are these beans? Looks like you have an STD?"

　Thanks again to the boss Hua Bixie.

　　my fingers are smoking
　　
　
(End of this chapter)