War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 534 Should Men Wear Skirts?
After emptying the supplies on the armored pickup, Wei Ran simply washed up, and then followed Jima into the big tent in the center of the camp.

This tent seems to be functioning as a restaurant, and many people have already come to have breakfast at this time.

These people included teachers Karp and Anna who had almost finished their breakfast, as well as their nominal classmate Maya, as well as Charlotte and Mr. Edward.

And looking at the harmonious relationship among the people, it was obviously not affected by Edward's attempt to use virus programs to invade the computers here.

What made him even more dumbfounded was that the person working in the busy dining car at the door turned out to be a chef from the Hongqi Forest Farm. Besides, there were two other people who buried two oil drums that served as stoves in the sand beside the dining car. At this time, they are busy making Egyptian flatbread and various side dishes with local characteristics.

"Victor, come over and have a cup of tea."

Charlotte, who was sitting in the corner of the tent, beckoned Wei Ran to sit down next to him, picked up the exquisite bone china teapot on the table, poured him a cup of English black tea, and added some milk to it by the way.

“Come and try”

Edward, who was sitting opposite, greeted warmly in German, "This is the Twinings black tea that even our queen likes to drink. Let's see how it differs from your Huaxia tea."

"Thank you"

Wei Ran replied politely, these two old guys are interesting.Charlotte is wearing a brand of retro outdoor clothing, just like an old donkey, just look at the various camping tools hanging on his belt that are more decorative than practical It's all the first time.

As for Edward, the old man was wearing a set of thick pajamas, and even a nightcap with fur balls on his head that he had only seen in cartoons.

Picking up the metal spoon on the tray and gently stirring the liquid in the cup, Wei Ran took a sip politely, and then burst out a series of free words.

It’s just that in his heart, Wei Ran’s objective evaluation of this so-called “black tea that the Queen of England likes to drink” is at most limited compared to domestic milk tea that costs 15 yuan a cup. Will add some pearl sago pudding or something, maybe the rating should be lower.

"Look at Victor's hypocrisy and disgusting face"

Teacher Anna, who had already finished her breakfast, blatantly mocked in Russian, "It's exactly the same as when Brezhnev tricked the Soviet people."

"That Brit is a pompous idiot too"

Saleh, who just came in with breakfast, continued, "How could he think of comparing their black tea with Chinese tea? The guy in my shop who has never left Egypt knows that tea was invented by the Chinese."

"He should compete with Victor in men's dresses"

Karp, who was wiping his mouth with a tissue, joked flatly, "In this matter, those Brits who like men's butts are much more professional than most men in the world."

"Pfft—cough cough!"

Maya, who had been listening all the time, couldn't hold back in the end, and sprayed all the milk she had just poured into her mouth on the face of the opposite quarter horse, and then buried her head in her arms and began to twitch while comparing her thumbs.

"Laugh if you want"

Jima touched the milk on his face nonchalantly, "That stupid old man dressed like in a cartoon can't understand Russian, I asked him face to face in Russian yesterday during the day if he also likes little boys, and he didn't." reaction."

This wicked thing hadn't finished speaking, Maya couldn't hold back her laughter, she even slapped the table loudly while laughing.

"Compared to his incomprehension of Russian, Victor's German is much better than yours." After Karp finished speaking, his tone was also a little more puzzled, "Also, when did this bastard learn Italian?"

"I found out before I set off." Anna put a mouthful of fried fish meat into her mouth as usual, "This little guy is a language genius."

"Victor, what are they laughing at?"

While these people were arranging Edward, Edward also asked Wei Ran, who was also trying to hold back his smile, the doubts in his heart.

"Soviet jokes" Wei Ran replied indiscriminately, suppressing a smile, "You know, Soviet jokes will never go out of style."

"Our British jokes always seem to be about the weather," Edward said self-deprecatingly. "Of course, it also has something to do with the photo of his grandmother printed on the chest of the pole dancer."

"puff!"

This time, the one who spouted the milk he just drank was replaced by Teacher Anna, who has always been well-mannered.

"What do you mean?" Karp, who reacted a little too late, asked with great interest.

'People who watch pole dancing have royal blood'

Saleh explained in Russian with a normal expression, "It's a long-outdated British joke. The latest version is that maybe there will never be a picture of his father on that piece of paper, but they all want to print their own pictures." .”

I can't eat this meal
Wei Ran's entire face was flushed from suffocation, but he dared not swallow the Egyptian flatbread in his mouth, for fear of choking himself to death.

After struggling to finish the sumptuous breakfast, Karp and the others blatantly teased, and the man named Matt, who usually followed Charlotte, instantly shifted to other aspects when he entered the tent with breakfast.Almost back and forth, Edward also shifted the topic to his commission.

"Victor, stop laughing."

Edward tapped the teacup helplessly with his dining knife, "It's the first time I know that British jokes are so funny, but now can you tell me about the progress of your investigation? Can you find my grandfather's colleagues?"

"It's not that easy"

Wei Ran and Matt, who was sitting behind Charlotte, waved their hands as a greeting, and then evaded, "But before August, I will definitely give you a satisfactory investigation result."

“Better be quicker”

Edward pointed to the boundless desert outside the tent, "If you can finish your filming, maybe I can take them back to England by the way."

“I will try my best”

Wei Ran made a promise with a serious face, but curled his lips secretly in his heart. Although the old boy offered a high price, he really has no motivation now.

Besides, there are still more than [-] days before the end of the month. If you find out earlier, the other party probably won't pay you more. If that's the case, just wait.

After dismissing the clingy Edward with promises one after another, Wei Ran also left the tent under Karp's greeting, and walked to the other side of the camp.

"The rest of the work will be left to you"

Karp brought Wei Ran under a large canopy, pointed to the war equipment parked inside and said, "Help me to see if there is anything wrong with these things."

While Karp was speaking, Wei Ran also focused on the World War II equipment parked under the sky.

Here are the Italian three-wheeled motorcycles that I used to drive, the square-headed CL39 light truck, two L3 small tanks that also came from Italy, a German wheeled reconnaissance vehicle, and two World War II British troops. Wheeled scout vehicle.

It's just that, although the engines of the two L3 small tanks were removed and replaced with an electric motor as power, the shells are still genuine, and even the weapon systems inside are fine.

But the reconnaissance vehicles of the German and British troops were pulled down. He could see through the chassis just by bending down. This thing was probably made by adding a shell to an ordinary car chassis and then making it old.

Fortunately, a good-looking thing is a good-looking thing after all. No matter how rough the inside is, at least there is no flaw on the outside. As long as the photographer does not stick the lens under the chassis, it should not be exposed.

“No big problem”

Wei Ran said affirmatively that the discrepancy between these props and his own memory is not too big, "However, the specifications of the oil drums used on this tricycle are too uniform, and the situation at that time was basically used indiscriminately, and various troops were mixed in it." Oil drums, and even oil drums used to hold engine cooling water are mixed together, and it is normal that the paint colors are more mixed."

Speaking of this, Wei Ran sighed secretly. The scripts used by Karp and others to shoot the movie are basically based on the last letter Charlotte found from the dry well and his own "investigation". The historical truth of the past is blended with each other.

In this story that is about to be put on the screen, there is no soldier named Victor who fled the battlefield with them. Even the tricycle was on the way for the Italian tankers to escape from the battlefield It was picked up by a soldier of the transport company who had died in battle.

What kind of battles did the soldier of the transport company who used to drive a tricycle to transport supplies experience, what kind of people he met, and even his name, but there is no record at all, and even according to the description in the script, his only shot , is nothing more than a nameless corpse lying on the yellow sand.

In the future, when this story is put on the screen, those audiences may be moved by the deep friendship established by the soldiers of the three countries on the edge of the battlefield, but there is a high probability that they will not remember the nameless corpses that flashed past the camera.Even, on the battlefield that the camera cannot see, there are destined to be more unnamed soldiers who are also flesh and blood, but not even a single frame is left.

Such a pity, I am afraid that even the metal notebook can't have both.
Wei Ran felt a sense of powerlessness, not long ago. Wasn't it the same for the tank engineer he replaced in the Belgorod battle not long ago?Who will remember them?Compared with the battles that required their lives, they may be just those numbers after the decimal point that have been omitted from the history books.

"What's wrong with you?" Karp glanced at Wei Ran who was suddenly depressed, and asked strangely.

"It's nothing." Wei Ran smiled, "I was just wondering when the war will end completely."

"It's over?"

Karp indifferently took out a few unsightly oil barrels from the cargo bucket of the tricycle and threw them aside, "There will be a day when all the people on this planet are dead, the war It will definitely end.

Before that, for belief, for race, and even for stupid things like whether men should wear plaid skirts, there will always be countless people who will take up arms without hesitation. "

Having said that, Karp looked at Wei Ran with a smile, "Victor, I'm suddenly curious about your point of view."

"What point of view?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.

"Of course it's about the war." Karp spread his hands and joked as a matter of course, "Could it be about whether men should wear skirts?"

"I don't take the initiative to provoke a war, but I am not afraid of war. Even if the result is that everyone on this planet dies, I still have to fight."

Speaking of this, Wei Ran also spread his hands, "As for whether men should wear skirts, except for the British, I am afraid that most normal people will give a negative answer."

"There are not many young people as rational and impulsive as you are"

Karp kicked the oil barrel away, "Come on, come with me to see if there is anything that needs to be adjusted in the clothing and individual weapons."

(End of this chapter)