War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 608 The Fourth Scene

Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Wei Ran carried a bag full of mobile hard drives, bid farewell to Xia Shushi and the reluctant Xia Chuan, and walked slowly to the corner of the street.

Behind him, the old man, who obviously didn't remember anything, stood upright. He wanted to raise his hand several times, but put it down several times.

In fact, Wei Ran already knew that when he blew the charge horn, the old man had already recognized that he was not the squad leader Shen whom he had been obsessed with. real world.

What he didn't know was whether the once young bugleman would forget what happened today when the sun rose as usual tomorrow, would he be like what he saw today, or be addicted to cartoons, Or indulge in the mobile game his grandson taught him, or mistook the next visitor for the squad leader Shen who lives in the bottom of his heart.

But at least, even if he returns to his dream again, at least he doesn't have to set foot on the battlefield again, he can hand over this world to his children and grandchildren with peace of mind, and enjoy a peaceful life with peace of mind.

"Enough is enough"

Wei Ran took a last look at the old man who was still supported by Xia Shushi and stopped a taxi, and got in without any worries or regrets.

"Where are you going?" the taxi driver asked while stepping on the gas pedal slowly.

"hotel"

Wei Ran paused, and added, "Find a hotel in the busiest and busiest area."

"Sit tight"

The middle-aged driver who obviously didn't speak a local accent had already steadily increased the speed of the car, and drove straight to the destination on the uneven and flat road.

In the rush of thoughts, the taxi stopped at the entrance of a hotel not far from the city's landmark square, and warmly introduced, "This is it, it's the best hotel in our area."

"Let's go to this place"

Wei Ran happily paid off the fare, and checked into this hotel with a mobile hard drive that he bought at a high price and was actually useless, as well as a small amount of luggage.

After a careful inspection, he kicked off his shoes and slumped on the soft sofa, staring at the sparkling coastline outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

"Let me live for you too, and live to see the world well." Wei Ran muttered to himself, no melancholy in his heart.

In the next few days, except for going out occasionally during the day, he spent most of the rest of the time in this hotel, patiently waiting for the countdown on the metal book to end.

It's not that he didn't think about rushing back to Kazan or even Inta before the countdown ended, but because he didn't know whether the metal book would enter the fourth act immediately after the countdown ended, so just to be on the safe side, Spending a few days outside is undoubtedly the best choice.

As time passed day by day, the remaining time of the countdown gradually decreased. During this period, he deliberately took a taxi and passed by the door of Soseki's old book several times. On the lap of the old man basking in the sun, there was a little milk cat with mottled patterns.

Also in the past few days, Sui Sui, who was still busy directing the pan Kang in Inta, also contacted him several times.In addition to happily showing her the "dual card dual standby" assistant, she also revealed that after Inta's work is over, if there is a chance, she will probably take her twin assistants back to China.

Although he didn't know what kind of tricks this deliberately tricky little thing was planning, Wei Ran didn't care, but after hanging up the phone, he took the time to call Alili when it was already late at night in Inta. Make a phone call and ask the other party to help solve the identity problem of the twin Kajianka.

This kind of thing is naturally not difficult for Alili. Even if Alili can't help it, Misha, who has the father of the police chief, can easily solve it.Especially in remote places like Inta, it is naturally not difficult to get two new identities.

Putting these trivial matters to the back of his mind, Wei Ran hurriedly took a good shower when there was only one hour left before the end of the countdown, and filled the emptied portable jug with white wine, then drew the curtains and locked the room The door, and then took out the metal book and spread it on the coffee table, staring at the countdown that kept beating and waiting patiently.

Under his quiet gaze, the blue countdown on the page finally reset to zero in the last beating and turned into the words "Act [-]". Immediately afterwards, the metal quill floated over the page superior.A few lines of text were written in blue handwriting.

Character Identity: Prisoner of War Victor
Return mission: Survive to the prisoner of war camp, assist roommates to complete the poisoning mission, and knock down at least two rabbit riding prisoners of war.

Skill restrictions: temporary deprivation of Chinese language, temporary deprivation of medical treatment

prisoners of war?Poison?Skill limit?
Wei Ran, who had already made all the preparations, suddenly felt a little dazed.He watched helplessly as a strong white light flashed in front of his eyes, followed by images of a few pitifully few items.

I don't know if it's because of the bad taste of the book, but among the items that I can use this time, the first thing that appears is that clumsy anti-tank gun!

But apart from the anti-tank gun that was destined to be useless, the only thing that could be used was a portable flagon.

This is so cheating!

Wei Ran cursed secretly in the re-lit white light, and immediately after, he felt the pain from his head and the restraint of his jaw and cheeks.And of course, the constant jolting under the ass.

When the sight in front of him recovered, Wei Ran also gradually realized that he was in the cargo bed of the truck, and there were several black wounded sitting or lying around where the naked eye could see, the most serious one not only lost most of his arm , plasma was still hanging on the canvas awning above his head.

Looking at myself again, I was wearing an American M47 overcoat stained with blood, and an Argus camera in a leather case was hanging around my neck.He reached out and touched his head, which was covered with thick gauze, and when his fingers touched the top of his head, he could still feel a clear tingling pain.

Lifting the canvas curtain of the cargo bucket, what you can see is the wheat field covered with thin snow. A little farther away is a small village made up of a dozen thatched cottages. To the local people in national costumes, and a few children chasing the car.

While he was in a daze, a black American soldier had already taken out a can of spiritual meat from his pocket, and as if he was holding on to something bad, he mustered all his strength and smashed it at the skinny children.

Unfortunately, perhaps because of the bumping of the truck, the can that flew out at high speed almost brushed the scalps of those children and flew out, hitting the ground hard, and then made two of the children stop immediately , turned and rushed towards the cracked can.

At a certain moment, Wei Ran even mistakenly thought that he had boarded a sightseeing cage car like the one in the zoo. People were shaking the food in their hands in the car, and wild animals were chasing and greedy for the food in the car.

But when those pieces of meat or fruit flew out of the cage, even if they had already hit the face of the beast, their first thought was not to maintain their dignity, but to eat the food ahead of their own kind. into the stomach.

Undoubtedly, to the black wounded in this car, they were tourists with food in their hands, and those children were beasts in their eyes.

"Nick, get out of the way, it's my turn!"

While talking, another black man squeezed over, weighed the can in his hand, swung his arms and threw it out, hitting a child in the chest accurately.

Seeing the child fell to the ground and began to cry, the wounded in the truck, who were still able to move, started to laugh.

And the black soldier who hit the child with a can also threw out a second box of cans amidst the praise of the others, and hit a child on the forehead again.

"Jack, you can be a pitcher in the future."

The black man who threw the can first said, "Maybe you can play for the Brooklyn Dodgers like Jackie Robinson."

"I don't want to play baseball with white people"

The black soldier named Jack hit the third child who was still chasing the truck with the third box of cans handed over by his companion while speaking, "Otherwise, I will definitely be like those monkeys, and when the time comes, I will smash it." It's probably not canned food that gets in my face, maybe it's baseballs and baseball bats."

"Even if you want to go, at least we have a chance to leave this battlefield alive." An unknown black wounded said, "For those damn white soldiers, we are cannon fodder."

"So it's a good thing we're hurt, isn't it?"

The black Nick looked at the gauze on his thigh proudly, "This shot is enough for me to lie in the back for a month."

Listening to the chatter of the other wounded in the car, Wei Ran secretly shook his head, whites discriminated against blacks, and blacks regained the dignity that was taken away and trampled by the locals.

Or in other words, if those local children can only be equated with wild animals in the eyes of these black soldiers, then these black soldiers are probably not much different from livestock in the eyes of white soldiers.

"Hey! Look at that girl!"

The black Jack, who was still hitting the children with cans just now, whistled at a local girl on the side of the road who was waving at them enthusiastically, and then threw the cans in his hand as "gently" as possible before throwing them out.

"Do you believe it?"

Jack waited until the local girl picked up the can, then turned around and said triumphantly, "They don't wear underwear!"

"How do you know?" A young black soldier with gauze on his head asked immediately, while the other wounded in the car looked over.

"Ask Nick." The black soldier named Jack pretended to be mysterious and gave up the right to explain to his companions.

"Jack and I met a girl last month"

The black soldier named Nick lowered his voice slightly, "We just gave her five cans and two bottles of Coke, and she served us all afternoon!"

"Five cans? Two bottles of Coke?!"

A black soldier who hadn't spoken just now said mockingly, "Are you two idiots? You gave too much. When we were in Incheon, we only needed two pieces of compressed biscuits or a can, or a sausage. Pick any one to sleep in for the night, and the girls walk away carrying cans and biscuits in their skirts.

By God, their asses are so white!And like Jack said, they really don't wear underwear. "

"I don't know if there is such a cheap girl near the place we are going." The black soldier with gauze on his head said longingly.

"Don't worry, there must be, and the closer we get to the place where we landed, the more girls like this will be."

"Bill is right." The black Jack glanced at the bandage on his calf, "We can have fun together then."

"It seems that this is the territory of Hanbang Kingdom of later generations, right?"

Wei Ran looked at the black soldiers who responded loudly, and then looked at the scenery outside the canvas curtain, but he couldn't help thinking secretly, the girl waving enthusiastically just now, and those children chasing the car, On the dining table at their respective homes tonight, will there be an extra military hot pot that can be applied for world heritage, or will there be more luncheon meat cut into transparent slices in the spicy cabbage and soy sauce soup.

(End of this chapter)