War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 448

In the early morning of July 7th, Marshall woke up Wei Ran enthusiastically, and urged him to rush to the patrol assembly point to clock in and go to work together.

Same as yesterday's work, after this large patrol team set off, they first roughly inspected the open space cleared yesterday, and then continued to clear the dense vegetation on the edge of the camp horizontally.

According to the platoon leader who has a good relationship with Marshall, they plan to clear the camp out of a buffer zone with a width of 200 meters to 300 meters. Later, they will pull up barbed wire fences, and may even arrange a sufficient number of them if necessary. mines to secure the camp.

However, no matter for Wei Ran or Marshall, this so-called plan is not important. The former is purely for laziness, while the latter is purely for revenge.So one is leisurely and content, and the other is full of energy, and the time flies by.

It's just that maybe the action yesterday afternoon alarmed the mice hiding in the forest. After a busy day, they didn't find a single mouse droppings, let alone mice.

Fortunately, this speeded up the cleaning of the buffer zone, especially with the help of the dispatched construction machinery. By the time the sun was about to set in the afternoon, the buffer zone had already completed almost one-third of its length. According to this The progress and the newly added helpers today, if nothing else happens, the task can be completed before August arrives.

"Today's work is really boring"

Marshall untied his depleted flamethrower and sat down on a rock to complain.

"You don't need to charge forward, what else are you not satisfied with?"

While Wei Ran responded, he also used a lighter to burn off a blood-sucking leech on the opponent's shoulder.

"If this is considered a good thing, it would be fine if I just don't come to join the army." Marshall lit a cigarette while talking.

"Don't talk about these useless things, find a way to get something to drink when you get back later."

Wei Ran sat down after helping the other party clean up the last two leeches. After politely rejecting the other party's cigarette, he took off the water bottle at his waist and poured the last sip of water into his stomach.

"I can't get beer," said Marshall, who had already lit a bonfire with materials that lay around.

"Give up, I can't get it either."

Wei Ran said helplessly that the five of them had already drank the last beer in the oil barrel last night, which made him feel a little regretful. He should have brought some high-strength alcohol such as vodka or gin in the first place, so as to at least consume It won't be so fast.

"Then drink a Coke"

While Marshall was talking, he first covered the bonfire with some weeds to let it emit thick smoke to smoke away the swarms of large mosquitoes, and then took out two cans of luncheon meat from his pocket and put them in One handed to Wei Ran.

"What are you doing?"

Wei Ran took the can in confusion, and after getting along with him for a week, he has already gotten used to the extravagance and waste of these American soldiers.

Among other things, these canned luncheon meats that actually taste good are really just throwing away. I don’t know what saving is.Of course, there are also people like Marshall who are relatively good at living, and will use these unwanted canned food as money for whoring.

But even so, it seemed strange that Marshall would light a bonfire in this area that was cleared yesterday, and then take out a can that he would never eat a mouthful.

"This morning it appears that this bombed out hideout that we were patrolling the area cleared yesterday was turned over."

Marshall pointed his fork at a collapsed hole less than two meters away, "I'm an engineer, and I can't hide this kind of thing from my eyes."

"Are you going to make a trap?" Wei Ran immediately guessed the opponent's plan.

Marshall nodded again, dug a mouthful of luncheon meat with the fork in his hand, put it into his mouth, chewed a few mouthfuls before spitting it out, and then threw it directly by the campfire.

Seeing this, Wei Ran opened the can in a similar manner, took out a fork from his bag and dug out two casually, and then threw the rest into the distance.

"Are you sure they will come to pick up garbage and eat?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously, "And since they came yesterday, it is unlikely that they will come today?"

"I don't know if they will try it or not. As for whether they eat it or not, it doesn't really matter."

Marshall pointed to the direction of the camp behind him with the fork in his hand, "I mainly want to use the smoke and bonfire to let the people in the sentry tower know the exact location here."

Speaking of this, Marshall whistled, and the soldiers in the distance immediately formed a row of people in front of him.

Taking advantage of this cover, Marshall quickly stuffed a grenade with the pin removed into the gap of the passive hole, then clapped his hands, stood up and said a few dirty jokes as the end of the day's work.

And the platoon leader in the distance, who had been the shopkeeper all day long, was actually happy to see what happened, and he made it clear that he had temporarily lent the command to Marshall.

After completing the final arrangement, the group returned to the camp in a stroll. After taking a bath and eating, Wei Ran helped Marshall treat the wound on his chest, and then immediately climbed up to the camp under the greeting of the other party. Watchtower on the edge.

The space in this wooden sentry tower is not too big, but there is an old godmother heavy machine gun, and in another sentry tower more than ten meters away, there is a large searchlight.

What made him even more unexpected was that standing beside the searchlight was Randy, a stretcher soldier!
"Randy, why are you here?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.

"Victor, I'm here too."

While speaking, the black Will poked out half of his head, and in his hand was holding a Garand rifle.

"Your band isn't singing tonight?"

"We can't sing every day"

Will responded with a smile, "And today is the day when many wounded and dead people whose arms or legs you sawed off are sent back to the ship to go home. Now Tom is busy holding a farewell ceremony for them."

"Aren't you going to see Sean off?" Wei Ran turned to look at Marshall.

"Could it be that I can make him come back to life?"

Marshall asked in a flat tone, then changed the subject and explained, "I asked them to come over when I came back at noon, and then we just need to wait for it to get dark, Victor, you are in charge of finding the target with the telescope Or is it in charge of manipulating the heavy machine gun?"

"Of course it's a heavy machine gun." Wei Ran said without even thinking about it. In this kind of matter, his little compassion has long been thrown into the sky.

"Then it's settled"

As Marshall said, he took down the binoculars hanging from the pole, and at the same time shouted, "Randy, remember where the smoking campfire is, and don't let the searchlight sweep there until I give you the news."

"Don't worry!" Randy responded excitedly, "I've already made a mark, as long as you give me the signal, I can turn around in a maximum of two seconds."

"How did you get this sentry job?" Wei Ran, who was sitting behind the heavy machine gun, asked curiously.

“Of course I got it in exchange for my photography”

Marshall lit a cigarette proudly, "Commander Lewis has a share, so don't worry, we won't cause trouble this time."

"American Soldier of Freedom"

Wei Ran teased, dumbfounded, he didn't know whether it was normal or a special case for a soldier-like bastard like Marshall to behave mischievously in the barracks.

But he knew that, at least in this era, even Marshall, who behaved recklessly, was far more just than those American soldiers who invaded other countries with laundry detergent, sexually assaulted and even killed children in later generations.

As the four people in the two sentry towers chatted at intervals, time passed by every minute and every second. As night fell, the cleared buffer zone at the edge of the camp was completely shrouded in darkness, leaving only the The searchlight patrolled his territory over and over again.

After days of firefights and daytime cleaning and burning activities, let alone the outside of the forest, even the wild animals in the forest are wisely hiding in the depths, hoping to enjoy a moment of peace before they become food.

Under Randy's deliberate manipulation, the searchlight never touched the area where Marshall lit the bonfire at dusk.

And Marshall, who had been sitting on the ammunition box and holding up the binoculars, patiently waited for the prey to come to the door by himself, by the faint light of the embers of the bonfire he had fueled.

In the middle of the night, at the edge of the rainforest blown by the sea breeze, amidst the rustling noises, several furtive figures crawled out one after another.

From a long distance, they saw a little light from the nearly extinguished bonfire in the distance, and at the same time saw the faint light reflected by the tin can.Almost subconsciously, these figures raised their weapons.

However, after waiting for a while, they were pleasantly surprised to find that the searchlight that could easily kill them did not know whether it was negligent or replaced, but it never swept over the bonfire.

Soon, the leader waved his hand and gave an order, and the figures hiding behind it immediately crawled towards the cave they visited yesterday.And beside the leading mouse, there was a thin figure with a bruised nose and a swollen face, with a look of despair on its face.

Soon, one of the figures who had climbed to the edge of the cave shouted something in a surprised tone.

Hearing this, the leader grabbed the thin figure by the neck and gave a warning, then crawled over immediately, and took a canned luncheon meat from a figure that had only been dug out. Smell it, and then let the person who found the can take a bite.

After it was confirmed that there was no problem, the leading one immediately snatched back the can, and while eating, signaled to the others to immediately dig out the cave that was sealed yesterday, and get out all the supplies that had been hidden privately.

At the same time, Marshall, who had been waiting in the sentry tower for most of the night, immediately shouted in a low voice, "I just saw that the bonfire seemed to be blocked for a while, everyone get ready and wait for my news!"

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately put his hand on the handle of Laoganma's heavy machine gun, and Randy in the other sentry tower also moved the beam of the searchlight farther away, as for the Garland in his hand. Will, the German rifle black man, put the muzzle of the gun on the guard plate of the sentry tower and was ready to replenish the gun.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time they were getting ready, an explosion sounded from the edge of the forest in the distance!
Without waiting for Marshall to speak, Randy, who had been preparing for a long time, immediately chased after him with the beam of the searchlight, and Wei Ran and Will pulled the trigger almost at the same time!
For a moment, the roar of Laoganma's heavy machine gun firing rang through the camp, which also covered up the sound of Will's shooting.

With such ferocious firepower, and the straight-line distance between them is only three 400 meters, there is no suspense about the result.Those sneaky figures were not only easily resolved, but the instigators, Marshall and Wei Ran, were also severely scolded for waking up too many people's dreams.

(End of this chapter)