War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 542 No photo mission?

In the desert hinterland next to the border between the two countries, a group of five people, accompanied by two fox cubs, sat around the edge of a warm bonfire, enjoying a sumptuous dinner and cold beer while chatting.

"Mr. Edward, which direction did your grandfather, Mr. Laws, go when he was looking for his colleagues?" Wei Ran touched Edward beside him with a beer, and asked through the topic.

"this."

Edward pondered for a moment, with a confused expression on his face, "You have seen the work records he left behind. My grandfather has been here many times, and he has searched in several directions. He... doesn't seem to remember him. Where did my colleagues go?"

"I shouldn't have lied this time."

Wei Ran turned his eyes back by drinking. From Edward's reply just now, he can basically judge that his grandfather, Mr. Laws, was probably lost in this vast desert at that time. Otherwise, the other party may have found his so-called colleague long ago. up.

Seeing that Wei Ran didn't speak, Edward asked, "Victor, where should we find it next?"

"Not urgent"

Wei Ran casually pointed to the mountains behind him, "Stay here for a day or two now, maybe there are some clues on this mountain?"

"If there were clues, my grandfather would have found his colleagues long ago." Edward reminded, holding up a beer.

"It's because your grandfather didn't find his colleagues that I have the opportunity to come here, isn't it?" Wei Ran asked back with a smile.

Hearing this, Edward didn't say anything more, just touched Wei Ran lightly with a cold soda can, then turned his head and chatted with Saleh who was sitting on the other side about cigars in English.

"Victor, do you want me to look around for you tomorrow?" Soliman, who was holding a leg of lamb in his hand, asked proactively.

"What are you looking for?" Wei Ran smiled and touched the can with the other party.

"How do I know?" Soliman spread his hands, "Of course you are looking for whatever you say."

"Let's look around this mountain first tomorrow."

Wei Ran deliberately increased his voice a little, "Look here to see if there is any man-made thing, anything."

"Leave it to me!" Soliman agreed enthusiastically, but then reminded, "By the way, remember to keep all your weapons with you when you rest at night."

"Not safe?" Wei Ran asked looking at the other party.

"It's less than 20 kilometers away from the border. Do you think it's safe?"

Soliman spread his hands, "Of course, it's just a preparation. With my father and the Berber guides around, no one is willing to conflict with us."

Instead of continuing this topic, Wei Ran re-opened a can of beer, and by the way threw a piece of rib meat that hadn't been eaten clean to the two little foxes running around them, secretly thinking about when to use that broken Telescope to see what happened at that time.

Satisfied with food and drink, Wei Ran got into the tent with a bit of a foul smell. Before he could turn on the kerosene stove he brought, Soliman followed in with a round little fox in one hand. .

"These two little things will freeze to death if left outside overnight"

While Soliman was speaking, he casually threw the two little guys on the folding bed, and handed a note to Wei Ran, "Before going to bed at night and when you wake up tomorrow, remember to check the tent carefully, especially the shoes and the bed. Are there any scorpions or poisonous snakes underneath, but with those two little guys here, you don’t have to worry too much about these things, and finally, remember to close the tent door tightly before going to bed.”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Wei Ran to speak, Soliman turned around and left the tent happily, put on night vision goggles blatantly, and got into the cab of the truck with an SVD sniper rifle.

At the same time, the Berber guide also carried two Soviet-made rocket launchers and walked towards the other side of the short mountain without haste.

Putting the note into his pocket, Wei Ran tightened the zipper of the tent door, and unhurriedly lit the kerosene heater. He waited until the tent was warmed up, and then carefully inspected the horns in the tent with a flashlight. In the corner, by the way, he carried the two little guys who were already curled up on the sleeping bags to the floor stall with a group of stoves.

Lying on the creaking folding bed, Wei Ran turned off the flashlight, took out the note that Soliman gave him not long ago, and looked at it carefully with the light of the phone screen.

On this note, which is only the size of a playing card, there is only a brief paragraph written in Russian, "Edward is very familiar with the nearby terrain, especially the Libyan landscape across the border."

"Information from Saleh?" Wei Ran thought for a moment, then hid the note in the phone case.

In the blink of an eye the next morning, when Wei Ran was woken up by two howling little foxes, the sky outside the tent had already turned pale.

Turn off the heating stove and open the tent door. Before Wei Ran could leave the tent, the two little foxes rushed out like two big mice, each found a piece of sand, bent their hind legs and straightened their furry The big tail began to work hard.

After tightening the zipper on the tent door, Wei Ran got into the armored pickup parked beside him, started the engine, chose a random direction, and drove out.

A moment later, Edward's slightly nervous call came from the radio channel, "Victor, what are you going to do?"

"Find a place with a good view to take a shit, do you want to come together?" Wei Ran asked while holding the car radio's microphone while stepping on the brakes.

"Forget it." Edward in pajamas stood at the door of his tent, and responded awkwardly to the walkie-talkie in his hand.

Scanning the rearview mirror, Wei Ran stepped on the accelerator again, steered the car to drive a distance of [-] meters outside the camp, then pushed the door open and walked to the other side of the armored pickup truck while unfastening his belt.

Whistling and pouring a small hole in the cold sand, Wei Ran fastened his belt, opened the co-pilot's door, and took out the Zeiss telescope that Edward had left behind from the glove box.

"Just now."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, all the clues that can be found at the moment have been found, and when the current information is not enough to support him to find the colleague of Mr. Laws, for the sake of 50 euros, it is time to go. When the metal book came out.

Taking a deep breath, the metal book quietly appeared, and stopped at the blank page 22 with the sound of flipping pages.

While he was waiting, the metal quill drew a silhouette amidst the sound of rubbing against the paper.

This figure was standing on a rock holding a telescope. Behind him, it seemed to be a stretch of yellow sand.

After a while, lines of text also appeared under the picture.

Role Identity: Prospector Victor

Return condition: Reach a survival consensus with Felix and survive until the moment of capture.

This is the end?Why is there no photo task?

In Wei Ran's stunned expression, his field of vision was replaced by a dazzling white light, and immediately after that, some pictures of objects quickly slid past his eyes.

"Titanium alloy sabers, binoculars, Rollei DSLRs, oil barrels and food boxes?!"

Wei Ran immediately breathed a sigh of relief, as long as there are those three oil barrels and food boxes, as long as the food and drink that were packed in them in advance are still there, no matter what happens in this desert, at least there is no need to worry about dying of thirst and starvation.

However, before he could be happy for a long time, there was a rumbling noise in his ears, and at the same time, he also felt that something seemed to cover his eyes.

How does this feel like being on a plane.
The uneasiness in Wei Ran's heart became more and more serious, and almost when he raised his hand to tear off the things on his head, there was a sharp whistle in the rumbling noise.

Looking at the thick black eyepatch in his hand, Wei Ran raised his head and looked around, but a look of astonishment appeared on his face.At this moment, he was very sure that he was near the tail of a plane, and even through the surrounding layout, he was sure that this should be a Junker 52 transport plane.

But the strange thing is that the portholes of this transport plane are tightly covered by thick canvas, and the seats are just two long chairs next to the bulkhead. There are no armrests, and even the only light is the few dim yellow light bulbs above the head.

Look around again, the left side is the tail bulkhead, as long as he raises his hand, he can open the hatch leading to the tail cabin, and those sitting side by side on the right side are either wearing shorts and shirts, or wearing light gray The passenger in the suit was also taking off the blindfold on his head at this time.

On the long chair opposite, there were only four soldiers wearing the uniforms of the North African Army of the World War II British Army and holding MP40 submachine guns in their hands. Similarly, they were also taking off their blindfolds.

In the middle of the two rows of passengers, there are crate boxes with a size of half a meter fixed with ropes on the not-so-spacious floor.

Although these boxes are not big, they look extraordinarily strong. Not only are the iron sheets nailed to them for reinforcement, but you can even see the seals that are tightly attached to them.

However, there was no handwriting on the seal at all, and instead, there were only some patterns with unknown meanings.Only then did he look in the direction where the whistle sounded just now.

A thick canvas curtain was also hung on the door frame leading to the cockpit of the aircraft. Just in front of this curtain stood a German soldier who could be called fully armed.

Unlike the soldiers on the opposite side who were wearing British North African uniforms but holding German submachine guns, this soldier with a hood on his face was actually wearing a full set of German paratrooper equipment.

In addition to the highly recognizable helmet and rare paratrooper boots, there is also a pair of goggles fixed on his helmet, and he even seems to be carrying a parachute bag on his back!
But compared to these, the most difficult to ignore is the P38 pistol he has been holding in his hand, and the MP40 submachine gun tied horizontally to his back waist with a belt.

What the hell is going on here?
Wei Ran frowned, glanced at the wooden box on the floor of the cabin, then glanced at the paratrooper who still had a whistle in his mouth, and finally looked at the soldiers on the opposite side who had already held the submachine guns, and immediately gave up wisely He planned to lift the canvas behind him and see what was going on outside.

Turning your eyes to the side again, these people's clothes will be much more relaxed and relaxed, and some of them will take out a flagon or cigarette from their arms with a natural expression and share them with friends around them.

Obviously, they are definitely not the prisoners of the soldiers on the opposite side, let alone the appearance of being deprived of personal freedom. Even judging from their facial expressions, it seems that they have already gotten used to the situation in front of them.

"Mr. Victor, would you like a cigarette?"

When Wei Ran secretly looked at the wooden boxes at his toes, the young man sitting next to him stretched out a box of R8 cigarettes that had just been opened.

"Thank you"

Wei Ran politely took out a cigarette from the cigarette case and stuffed it into his mouth, lowered his head and leaned on the lighter lit by the other party and took a sharp puff.

"Don't stare at Captain Felix"

Taking advantage of the time to light the cigarette, the young man holding the lighter reminded Wei Ran very quickly, "If he misunderstood, we might never be able to leave the desert."

He is Felix?
Wei Ran glanced at the paratrooper with a turban covering his face from the corner of his eye, and under the cover of the noise, he nodded his head and thanked him.

(End of this chapter)