War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 446 Joining the Patrol
In the early morning of July 7th, in the rising sun, a group of people strolled to the edge of the beach where Wei Randanqin was played last night.

When the morning light crossed the highlands that had been laid down by the lives of countless soldiers in the past few days, and sprinkled the fiery red light on the sea, it also covered the people and the warships on the sea with a layer of warm pale gold.

Under the command of Wei Ran, the nearly fully armed people took a group photo in groups of two and took the warships on the sea as the background, and then pulled a black soldier over to help the five of them take a photo A group photo.

Regarding this big group photo, pastor Tom and the stretcherman Randy squeezed Marshall and Will in the middle intentionally or unintentionally, and Wei Ran, who had already guessed that he would not appear in the group photo, also honestly hugged His carbine stood beside Randy at the very edge.

"I think we need some more one-shots"

While Tom was speaking, he had already picked up the backpack that had just been placed far away, pulled out a priest's robe from it and put it on his body, and held the Bible that was still studded with bullets in his arms, waiting for it to be arranged Then he continued, "Victor, give me a quick one, I'm going to send it to Laura."

"Wait a mininute"

While speaking, Wei Ran took the camera from the black soldier, and motioned for him to stand up and take a picture of him, and then pointed the camera at the pastor Tom with a gentle and loving face.

It's just that this guy has probably thoroughly understood the job responsibilities of a chaplain in the army, so no matter what the expression on his face is, his body is in a double standard posture with his left hand holding the Bible and his right hand holding his pistol. .

"I'm going to take a separate photo and send it to my wife"

Black Will followed up and said, "Tom, can you lend me your Bible?"

"Sure, but don't drop that bullet, it's my lucky charm."

As Tom said, he happily handed the Bible in his hand, which was stained with the blood of an unknown number of people, and his fancy sidearm to Will, "Do you want a robe?"

"Forget about the robes," Will quickly refused, "I'm not a pastor, and I dare not do such things to deceive God."

"God is very tolerant." Although Tom said so, he didn't insist, but retreated aside with interest.

"Do you two take a picture?"

Wei Ran waited for Will, the black man, to make a pose, and while pressing the shutter, he asked Marshall and Randy, who had already had cigarettes in their mouths.

"I'll forget it"

Marshall refused with a cloud of mist, "There are many photos of me in the film rolls I gave Tom before, but the clothes are a little less."

"I'll forget it too"

Randy said happily, "There are also pictures of me in those films, of course, with very little clothes on."

Hearing this, Wei Ran grinned and teased with contempt on his face, "If I didn't know what you two did, what you two said just now would even make me think that there was something between you two."

Randy trembled when he heard the words, and complained dissatisfiedly, "Victor! The servant of God is still here, how can you say such disgusting words!"

"God doesn't see you."

Wei Ran automatically ignored Tom's helpless expression. After getting along these days, under the leadership of Marshall, it has become the most talked about topic to talk about Tom's God when he has nothing to do. Even Randy, who is still devout in faith, He was dragged down by Wei Ran and Marshall who had no faith.

"How about we have some fun?" After teasing, Marshall proposed abruptly.

"What fun are you looking for?"

Randy, who had already been spoiled, was the first to ask enthusiastically, but then he seemed to think of something scary, and asked with a pale face, "Marshall, you don't want to prepare something for Tom's wife that she likes?" those presents?"

"how is this possible"

Marshall shook his head as a matter of course, "Those gifts have to be made from living people. I don't want to dig out dead bodies in burial pits. That would be disgusting."

"Your picky request is even more disgusting." Tom complained with a grin. "Can you stop mentioning that gift? I already regret saying it."

"In short, don't worry about the gift, I will prepare it for you."

Marshall waved his hands impatiently, "Do you want to have fun with me?"

"What fun are you looking for?" Now, even Will became interested.

Hearing this, Marshall lowered his volume slightly, and explained wretchedly, "There is a small village near the highway we captured, the women there don't even wear tops, and they only need two disgusting canned spirit meat, plus one at most. With a bottle of Coke, you can fully enjoy the exotic atmosphere.”

"Really?!" Randy immediately widened his eyes when he heard the words, "Why are you saying this now?!"

"I also heard an engineer secretly tell me last night." Marshall straightened his waist obscenely, "If you are willing to bring a few more cans, you can even find several at the same time."

"Stop talking, when are we going to leave?!" Randy asked impatiently.

"I won't take part in this kind of thing," the black Will said apologetically, "I want to be loyal to God, and even more so to my wife."

"I"

Pastor Tom, who was quite moved, struggled for a while, and finally shook his head, "Forget it, I'm not going either. I've heard in the wounded tents that many soldiers are infected with venereal diseases these days, I don't want to go for shit The exotic customs are infected."

"What about you?" Marshall looked at Wei Ran.

"I'm going to ask about the patrol"

Wei Ran refused without thinking, even without considering the fragile moral constraints in the context of war, he still has the same worries as Tom.

What's more, given that the previous two injuries were mapped to the world he was familiar with.Wei Ran has every reason to suspect that once he really can't control his lower body, even if he has taken various protective measures, there is a high probability that the wicked book that always wants to kill him will make him understand what is dangerous in the world.

"Or I won't go?"

Frightened, Randy quickly said, "I've also seen those unlucky ghosts who got caught. I don't want to take off my pants and line up to bask in the sun like them."

"You guys are such a disappointment"

Marshall shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, since this is the case, let's go back. We are all wounded now, and the days to come will probably be very boring."

"Marshall, do you know where the photos can be developed?" Wei Ran asked with a camera in one hand and a gun in the other.

"I'm afraid you have to go on the boat." Marshall pointed to the sea behind him, "Of course, these are all my guesses, otherwise I would have developed the films that I took that day."

Hearing this, Wei Ran turned off the camera and developed the photos ahead of time to see if he had any thoughts in them.A group of five people chatted endlessly and returned to the tent to sleep, but Marshall pulled out the 1911 pistol from his waist again, silently disassembled it into parts and wiped it carefully.

After being called up by him to have breakfast, Wei Ran followed Marshall to find the person in charge who was going to form a patrol team.

For the next half an hour, Wei Ran just greeted the company commander named Lewis and never spoke again. All the communication work was handed over to Marshall.

And relying on his nickname of "Fateless Marshall" and his bluffing new identity of "Veterinarian Victor's Assistant", he successfully followed Wei Ran into the patrol team that was about to be established.

Under the leadership of the engineer battalion company commander Lewis, Wei Ran and Marshall each received their weapons and equipment, but what Wei Ran did not expect was that what he received was an M1 carbine.But Marshall offered to take away the flamethrower that most people are unwilling to use!

"You really are the desperate Marshall"

Captain Lewis patted Marshall on the shoulder with emotion, and took out a cigar from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, "Marshall, for the sake of your willingness to use the flamethrower, you still have Any additional requests?"

Marshall put the flamethrower aside, "Just put me in a group with Victor, so that if my flamethrower blows up, I think Victor will definitely save me. "

"no problem"

Captain Lewis nodded happily, and then reminded, "Marshall, don't cause trouble for us this time."

"What's the trouble?" Marshall looked at the other party knowingly asking.

Captain Lewis sighed helplessly, "Marshall, we don't need to take prisoners, but stop doing those horrible things. For Sean's sake, don't cause trouble for me and Mr. Battalion Commander, otherwise we will You can only continue to repair the bulldozer."

"Okay, I'll listen to you and promise not to cause trouble." Marshall agreed nonchalantly.

Captain Lewis was too lazy to talk nonsense with Marshall, turned his head to look at Wei Ran and reminded, "Lieutenant Victor, watch your assistant, if he does any more absurd things, I will send you to the front line to continue medical treatment Soldiers."

"I'll be optimistic about him." Wei Ran grinned and agreed, but his tone was full of unconfidence.

"Go and report, someone will arrange a patrol time for you." Captain Lewis waved his hand like a plague god, and drove Wei Ran and Marshall out.

With the weapon in hand, Wei Ran found a platoon leader under the leadership of Marshall who knew the way, and formally joined the patrol under the arrangement of the other party.

As expected, all of the patrols were white. Obviously, the previous night raid was not enough to break down the barriers between skin colors.

But what was unexpected was that Marshall actually got the command of one of the squads from the platoon leader who seemed to have a very good relationship with him.

In Marshall's later explanation, the platoon leader turned out to be one of the invited guests at his previous female captive party.

The two got acquainted with the other six soldiers in the squad, and Wei Ran discovered that not only did they have a very good relationship with Marshall, but they also knew him, and one of them even pointed at his arm before he had time. The stitches removed indicated that the unsightly sutures were made by Wei Ran, a veterinarian.

(End of this chapter)