War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 614 Noble Civilized Man
"I, I've heard about your disappearance." Wei Ran explained indiscriminately. He didn't expect that when he met these two people again, he would also be a prisoner of war.

"Missing?"

In the closed train, Brendon and Morgan, who were holding poker cards, looked at each other and said in unison, "What you want to say is actually death in battle?"

"Definitely died in battle"

A white prisoner of war that Wei Ran didn't know taunted, "As long as we die in battle, they will save a lot of trouble, at most they will just pay a pension, maybe they will make a big news about our death .”

"I have no objection to using our death as news, but when we go back alive, I hope that we don't need to take back the pension that has been issued."

'Our UK is different'

"Come on, you bitches in skirts, you're not much better."

"You guys, Canada is as rubbish as America!"

"Pull the Brits' trousers down, I'll bet my pocket watch they've got checkered skirts on!"

"Shut up your Australian prison born bastard!"

"Alan! Kill that Brit!"

Seeing that the various captives in this stuffy tank truck were about to be strangled, Wei Ran secretly heaved a sigh of relief. He just called out the names of Brendon and Morgan as a subconscious reaction. He can't explain clearly.It's just right to make such a fuss now, among other things, at least the two of them are not in the mood to pay attention to themselves for the time being.

However, while he breathed a sigh of relief, the volunteer soldiers who were in charge of guarding both ends of the tanker and the hatch immediately raised their weapons.And this neat and murderous movement also made the animals who were about to fight calm down immediately.

"I protest!"

A soldier wearing an American M47 overcoat let go of a British soldier's hair and shouted dissatisfiedly, "Why did you put two niggers in our carriage?! This is an insult to us!"

"Alan is right!"

Not only did someone yell in the corner like a booing, but immediately after that, all the dozen or so American prisoners in the carriage started yelling, including that Morgan.

But Brendon, the engineering company commander of the non-ferrous company of the Seabee Battalion shrugged his shoulders at Wei Ran and Jack who subconsciously shrank to the corner with a look of helplessness.

"stand up straight"

Wei Ran yelled at Jack, and then deliberately raised his voice and said, "What are you afraid of, everyone is a prisoner now, if they dare to do something, the soldiers around will definitely shoot at them."

"But."

The black Jack opened his mouth awkwardly, revealing the defect caused by knocking out a front tooth. This joyful and timid look was completely different from the viciousness when he boasted how he used shrapnel to cut the neck of a wounded white man to grab a watch.

But soon, he found that what Wei Ran said seemed to be correct. Those white people were indeed just shouting, and they didn't act directly like they did in the United States. And the soldiers in charge of guarding seemed to be unable to understand English at all. Because those idiots who raised their arms in protest moved too much, they subconsciously picked up the submachine gun they had just put down again.

After discovering these small details, Jack, who had been scared to death just now, stood beside Wei Ran again, and some shady little thoughts began to flash in those big black and white eyes.

"Nigger, what's your name?"

Morgan, who was still holding a card in his hand, lit a cigarette, pushed away a person beside him, walked forward and asked Wei Ran.

"Victor" Wei Ranhun responded indifferently.

"Your camera is good, no matter where you stole it from, do you want to take a gamble with it?"

While speaking, Morgan took out a wad of military banknotes from his pocket, "Just play for a while, if you win, the banknotes belong to you, if you lose, how about your camera?"

"Not interested in"

Wei Ran resolutely rejected the other party's proposal. He still hoped to take more photos with this camera, so naturally he would not use it as a bet. Besides, those military banknotes are worthless after the war is over.

Speaking of it, this is also a common trick of the idiot. Whether it is in Germany at the end of World War II, or this battlefield at this time, or the Vietnam War that will start a few years later, issuing military banknotes, or tokens is the most commonly used by them. s method.

This thing is directly linked to the U.S. dollar during the war, and you can buy anything in the occupied area at will, but it will be invalidated as soon as the war ends, except for the soldiers of their own country who can be exchanged for U.S. dollars. For those people in the occupied area, that It's basically just waste paper with nowhere to redeem it.

"Look! A nigger is a nigger!"

Morgan's tone was full of sarcasm and contempt, "They should be sent to the farm to grow cotton. Since you don't dare to bet, then you two disgusting guys sit on the floor like dogs."

"I bet with you!"

Before Morgan could finish his sentence, Jack, who was still embarrassed and fearful just now, stepped forward, "How about I bet with you?"

"Do you have a camera too?" Morgan said noncommittally, "Don't worry, our gambling is absolutely fair, the Chinese soldiers around us won't rob us, and they won't allow us to rob us, so taking a gamble is the best way Isn't it?"

"Just a reminder"

Brendon, who had been watching the excitement just now, reminded, "I am a Nevada native. In our place, the legality of gambling is written in the state constitution, so the gambling game I witnessed, no matter what the win or loss is, is subject to American law. Protection. You should think clearly before participating in the gamble."

"no problem"

Jack nodded in agreement without thinking, and at the same time took out a wad of military bills that were at least twice as thick, "Just one, I win, your money is mine, and Victor and I can Sit on the bunk as equals. If I lose, the money goes to you, and Victor and I sit on the floor."

"Plus the watch on your hand," Morgan said greedily.

"Plus those two rings on your hand" Jack also increased his chips.

"Do you have any opinions?" Morgan looked at the American prisoners of war around him, and seeing their indifferent attitude, he immediately agreed to the bet, "How do you want to play?"

"As long as the Americans can play," Jack said nonchalantly.

"Then it's 21 o'clock"

Morgan said, throwing the cards in his hand on the bed, "Do you need to check the cards?"

"certainly"

As Jack said, he had already taken off the banknotes and wristwatch in his hand and handed them to Wei Ran. He knelt on the side of the bed, sorted out the scattered cards clumsily, and checked them carefully.

"Morgan, it seems that you are going to win." An American prisoner saw Jack's clumsy way of arranging the cards, and immediately made a judgment.

"How could I lose to a dirty nigger?" Morgan's tone became more and more confident.

"Morgan"

Victor waited for the other party to look over, and also took out a wad of banknotes, "I'll add this money to Jack's bet, if he wins, your sunglasses will be mine, how about it?"

"You said this?"

Morgan picked up the toad mirror hanging on the collar and shook it. Seeing that Wei Ran nodded, he immediately said cheerfully, "Of course it's no problem."

"Jack, do you have any objections?" Wei Ran asked with a smile. Of course, he didn't fancy some sunglasses, he just wanted to give Jack some support.

Although Jack was repaired by Wei Ran not long ago, but fortunately he is not really stupid, of course he can see Wei Ran's thoughts, so he nodded immediately, "You will have a pair of sunglasses soon .”

"Squad leader, don't we care?" While Wei Ran reached an agreement with Jack and the others, a volunteer soldier not far from him also asked in a low voice to the squad leader beside him.

"Do not care"

The squad leader of the volunteer army said calmly, "Although we don't advocate gambling, maybe we can make their relationship better and prevent them from fighting, so wait for a while. After these people are sent to the prisoner-of-war camp, they will naturally be educated." them."

Hearing this, the volunteer soldier and Wei Ran who was not far away were all relieved.

After such a few words, Jack had already handed the checked playing cards to Brendon, and he and Morgan, who were betting against each other, also sat on both sides of the same bed and started the game.

Wei Ran didn't care about the outcome of the bet, but instead focused on the prisoners in this carriage.

The only ones he could make out from the clothes and the commotion were prisoners of war from the United States, Canada, England, and Australia.

And a little farther away from him, those who were brazenly mocking soldiers from the four countries of Britain, America, Canada and Australia in French undoubtedly came from France.

In addition, there were a few prisoners of war whose nationalities he could not tell from their language and clothing.

But without exception, these prisoners of war are all European faces, and basically they are all white.However, judging from the seven dissatisfied and eight dissatisfied expressions in their words and expressions, you can tell that this is a nest of hedgehogs who don't know how to huddle together and can't do it at all.

It can also be seen from this that this is still the case when they are prisoners of war, but when they are not prisoners of war, they can't decide how to pinch each other in private.

While he was thinking about it, the train started to move slowly.There was no horn, and most likely the locomotive lights were not even on.But it can be judged from the sound of "bang chi" that the frequency is getting faster and faster that the train has been speeding up all the time.

Before the speed of the train stabilized, the game between Jack and Morgan ended early.

"Looks like the money is mine"

Jack smiled and took the banknote beside Morgan, and pointed to his hand, "And your ring and sunglasses."

"How about one more sentence?" Morgan asked unwillingly.

"Of course, but bring the ring and sunglasses first." While Jack was speaking, he had already put the wad of banknotes into his pocket.

“It’s still 21 o’clock”

Morgan took off the two rings on his fingers and the sunglasses hanging on his collar and handed them to Jack, then took off a watch and said, "I bet with the watch, but you must use those two rings. "

"Can we sit on the bed now?" Jack asked, putting the ring away.

"Yes!" Morgan gritted his teeth and said.

"Victor, we can sit on the bed now."

Jack happily greeted Wei Ran, and handed over the toad mirror he just won.

After taking the spoils that belonged to him, Wei Ran also handed over the banknotes that belonged to Jack.Then deliberately sat beside Brendon.

Brendon frowned and looked at Wei Ran, but after all, he didn't say anything, but moved slightly to the side, creating a gap nearly one meter wide between the two of them.Not only him, but even a few white prisoners of war wearing American military uniforms gathered in the distance with a look of disgust. At the same time, they abide by the rules of the game as if they are mentally ill, and did not drive him and Jack from the bedside. Walk.

Soon, the second game of cards began, but this time it ended faster than the last time, and Jack had another watch on his wrist.

"Gamble again!"

While speaking, Morgan took out a sterling silver Zippo lighter from his pocket and patted it on the bed.

"No problem!" Jack pointed to Morgan's cigarettes on the bedside, "Bring that pack of cigarettes."

"It's still those two rings," Morgan said seriously.

"Jack, how about I use the money to buy those two rings?" Wei Ran shook his stack of banknotes.

Obviously, Jack misunderstood what Wei Ran meant, and deliberately glanced at Morgan, who was almost blushing, and then nodded happily.

"Nigger? Are you provoking me?" Morgan grabbed Wei Ran by the neck.

"I'm looking for Jack to buy something, not you, why? Can't afford to lose?"

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, the squad leader of the volunteer army who was in charge of guarding came over.

Without him saying anything, let alone raising the weapon in his hand, Morgan let go of Wei Ran's collar angrily, and watched the two rings handed over from Jack's hand to Wei Ran's. Then he watched Jack count the military banknotes he got from Wei Ran one by one.

"It's yours." Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already handed the two rings to Morgan.

"Are you insulting me?" Morgan, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up again.

"Do you want it?" Wei Ran pointed to the vent above his head, "If you don't want it, I'll throw it out."

"You!" Seeing that Wei Ran was about to lose his posture, Morgan subconsciously grabbed his wrist.

Seeing this, Wei Ran smiled, spread his palms and let the other party take the two rings.

"Don't put important things on the table"

Taking advantage of the time when the other party put on the ring again, Wei Ran said, "Also, shouldn't a noble civilized person say thank you to a lowly nigger?"

(End of this chapter)