War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 447 The beauty on the edge of the battlefield

At noon on July 7th, under the scorching sun, two patrol teams entered the dense forest on the east side of the camp at a distance of 27 meters.

Although they are called patrols, in fact, perhaps they are called "sweeping teams" to be more realistic.Because they were far from the two classes who followed into the forest at the same time.And what they have to do is to clean up all the places around the camp that seem to be hiding people as much as possible.

Apart from the tension and freshness at the beginning, the following things have become more and more boring. In the case of Wei Ran, the only thing he has to do is to deal with the leeches that get into his neckline to suck blood from time to time. It was to stand from a distance and watch those soldiers shoot randomly at the canopy of trees that might hide people as if they were hunting in an outing.

Of course, you also have to appreciate Marshall aiming the flamethrower at caves of all sizes and rubbing fireballs again and again, and then the engineers who followed behind threw pieces of TNT in and pressed the detonator.

Occasionally, they actually encountered nuclear recruiters who were hiding in hiding. The fierce fire suppression of these sea bee battalion engineers would not cause them much waves at all.

And behind them, the black engineers also diligently manipulated the chainsaw, cutting down the tall tropical trees at intervals, clearing the field of view for the nearest firepower point on the edge of the camp.

Just as Wei Ran predicted before, this job is obviously much easier than in the operating room. The most intuitive manifestation is that, besides helping an unlucky ghost who accidentally tripped and dealt with the dropped front teeth , basically did not touch the medical kit.

For a whole afternoon, although these steady engineer patrols only advanced a distance of less than 100 meters into the depths of the forest, they were completely emptied behind them. The felled trees were pulled back by tractors and turned into raw materials for building barracks or sentry towers.

As for the rest, they were ignited by a few engineers led by Marshall using flamethrowers, completely eliminating the possibility of being used as a bunker.

After a busy day's work, the sweaty patrol members returned to the camp, first went to the seawater pool made by the beachhead engineers with bulldozers to soak off the leeches and sweat hanging on their bodies, and then took a bath respectively. Only then did they return to their respective tents talking and laughing.

However, when Wei Ran and Marshall walked into the tent with a dinner each, they found that neither Tom, Randy, nor Will was there, but there was a sound coming from the wounded tent not far away. Music and singing.

Looking at each other, Wei Ran put down the dinner that he hadn't had time to enjoy, picked up the camera by the bed, and followed the sound with Marshall to find it.

They walked around a few tents, and from a long distance, they saw that in the open space between several wounded tents, Tom in a priest's robe was playing a guitar by a small group of campfires, and Randy next to him was playing a harmonica Accompaniment, as for the black Will among the two of them, sitting on a horizontal oil pain, singing a melody with a cheerful rhythm.

"I'm starting to envy these three bastards. They're not here to fight, they're just here on vacation." Marshall, still holding the plate in his hand, muttered while eating.

"I'm even more skeptical that they formed a band without telling the two of us"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already raised his camera, and included the three people in the setting sun, the constantly beating bonfire, as well as the wounded and wounded tents around them into the viewfinder frame as much as possible.

With the shutter sound covered by the singing, Wei Ran quietly recorded these beauties on the edge of the battlefield.And it was rare for Marshall not to tease the three guys who believed in God, let alone respond to what Wei Ran said just now, but directly took off the helmet on top of his head and threw it away, then sat down on it, eating dinner and listening Will's singing completely lost the indifference he had when he was manipulating the flamethrower on the edge of the camp.

Seeing this, Wei Ran took a few steps back silently and changed the angle. Marshall, who was holding a spoon to deliver food to his mouth, and the bonfire band in the distance, and farther away, had already sunk most of their bodies into the sea. The sunset below was all included in the viewfinder and the shutter was pressed again.

Hanging the camera around his neck, Wei Ran stepped back to their tent, picked up the lunch box that had just been put down and returned to Marshall's side, and imitated the other party's appearance and sat on his helmet, eating while admiring the distance. A performance by the "God Band" consisting of three wounded.

However, neither Wei Ran and Marshall, nor the wounded in the distance, nor the patrols on the edge of the camp responsible for night security, found that there were four or five ghosts on the edge of the forest that had only been cleared during the day. The sneaky figure crawled cautiously and approached a cave that Marshall had scorched with a flamethrower.

This not-so-big cave has already collapsed completely after being blasted by the engineers, but these figures did not give up, but crawled around the entrance of the cave, carefully prying it up with the bayonet in their hands. Gravel, large and small, and remove them one by one.

Whenever the searchlights on the edge of the camp swept over, these broken soldiers with dry banana leaves tied to their bodies immediately stopped their movements.Until the beam moves away, immediately start digging again.

Under their almost all-night busyness, the collapsed hole was finally dug into a gap barely enough for people to get in, and at the same time, there was a strong and unpleasant smell unique to burnt animal protein.

There was no need to communicate at all, and one of the devil soldiers who looked the thinnest immediately took the flashlight handed by his companion and climbed in.The rest of them moved their bodies tacitly, blocked the narrow opening with their backs, and then blocked the front and top of their heads with dry banana leaves, so as to prevent them from being killed by the light of the flashlight.

In the cave filled with the smell of burning, the devil soldier who had made it hard to get in couldn't help but let out an exclamation the moment he turned on the flashlight.

Because right in front of it lay a scorched corpse. The empty eye sockets of this corpse were only less than half a meter away from its eyes.

Hearing the whispered yelling from behind, the devil soldier held back the panic in his heart, and with the help of the flashlight, carefully moved away the rubble and charred corpses blocking the way, and climbed into the depths of the cave bit by bit with difficulty.

Crawling along the way, it can see a scorched black corpse every now and then. Although these corpses have been roasted by high temperature beyond recognition, it can still distinguish their identities from some small details.

Stretching out his hand to wipe away the tears overflowing from the corner of his eyes, this thin devil soldier completely ignored the scorched black on his hand and wiped his face, because it had more important things to do now.

As it gradually deepened, after turning two corners in a row, it could gradually squat up, bend forward, and finally stand upright with its not-so-high body.

Until this time, the corpses in this cave had no traces of burning, but without exception, all of them stuck their throats with their hands, and some of them had bayonets stuck in their abdomens, or they used rifles. Pointing at each other's companions.

But the thin devil soldier didn't care about sadness at all at this time, even a hint of surprise appeared on his face.Running to the side of a corpse in a hurry, it reached out and took off the kettle with a trace of warmth from the other's waist.

The slight temperature made him shiver subconsciously, but soon, he frantically unscrewed the lid of the pot, brought it to his mouth and gulped it down.

Wiping the corners of his mouth, the devil soldier looked left and right, hurriedly opened the shriveled backpack, and stuffed all the edibles and jugs with water from the surrounding corpses into it.

Looking behind him, he hesitated for a moment, held the flashlight and continued to walk forward a few steps, and then saw several wooden boxes containing canned food, and a dog in a kimono leaning against a corner with a little boy in its arms. woman.

But no matter whether it is the woman or the child in its arms, all of them have stopped breathing without exception.

Moving the beam of the flashlight away from the woman's face, the thin devil soldier opened several connected wooden boxes as quickly as possible, took out several cans and some bullets and stuffed them into the bag.

However, just as it was about to leave, it took out a few cans of meat from its bag and put them back into the box, and carried the woman's body to it, then took a can of rice from another box and threw it into the box. into the bag.

Immediately afterwards, it searched the surrounding corpses and successfully found a southern pistol.After checking the magazine to make sure there were still bullets in it, the ghost soldier stuffed it into his arms, then picked up a rifle with a scope and a few grenades, and then turned and left the cave.

A moment later, when it struggled to send out the backpack full of food and ammunition, the sniper rifle, and the grenade, the devil who was in charge of blocking the hole just now took out a pistol and pointed it at it and said something, while the other side The devil opened the backpack as quickly as possible.

Most of the ghost soldier who was still in the cave opened his mouth obediently when he heard this, and let his companion with a gun come up to his mouth and smell it. He didn't pull him away until he confirmed that there was no smell of rice or canned food in his mouth. Come out and ask again what.

The skinny devil soldier pointed at the opened backpack and shook his head, a trace of disguised disappointment appeared on his black-stained face.

The ghost soldier holding a pistol cursed secretly, and after the beam of searchlight swept over again, he immediately directed the rest of the people to block the entrance of the cave with stones again, and then crawled towards the distant forest.

　This book is also a high-quality book, so I went out to celebrate at night and had a hot pot, and I will not add more updates today.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)