War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 615
Under the traction of the locomotive, Wei Ran and Jack shared a bunk bed used as a seat in the stuffy tank car that was going bang bang.

"Victor, are you an idiot? How did you return those two rings to him?"

Jack looked at the extra wristwatch on his wrist and complained, "I thought you would throw them out, and that Morgan didn't even say thank you to you."

"Haven't you ever thought about the consequences of your gambling?"

"What consequences?" Jack asked puzzled.

"Are you sure you can win all the belongings of everyone in this train?" Wei Ran asked helplessly.

Hearing this, Jack thought about it very seriously, and then he replied solemnly, "It's not a big problem."

"Okay, even if you win everything from everyone, what then?"

Wei Ran looked at Jack like a fool, "You really did that, I wouldn't be surprised even if they threw you out halfway. And you may not win all the time, maybe when you get off the car, All those things on you will be lost. The most important thing, don't forget, we are prisoners of war, not going to the casino to make money."

Hearing this, Jack subconsciously wrapped his coat tightly and covered his stomach, and replied in a low voice, "It's true. It really makes sense."

"Take it when you see it"

Wei Ran looked at the rest of the captives, "We watch each other for four hours each, and I'll sleep first. If you don't want your belongings to be stolen, you'd better keep your eyes wide open."

This sentence was intended to scare Jack, but the latter became even more nervous as expected.After all, he himself knows his own affairs. If someone in the same compartment finds out that he has so many valuables on him, especially if the appearance of this car is all white, and at least half of them are Americans, he himself will It's really not guaranteed.

Ignoring the nervous Jack, Wei Ran lay on the bed and closed his eyes.With the volunteer soldiers in charge of guarding him, he had nothing to worry about. The only danger was the American planes overhead.

But he is a prisoner of war now, and even if the plane comes, he can't help at all, so all he can do right now is to sleep well.

Amidst the blaring white noise, Wei Ran soon fell asleep.When he woke up again, he found that Jack had fallen asleep leaning against the bed frame with his hands on his belly.

Not only him, but even the rest of the captives around each other were looking for a place to sleep, snoring loudly, and those volunteer soldiers who were in charge of guarding also got together by a stove and sat next to each other.

Standing up slowly, Wei Ran walked to a position two meters in front of the volunteer squad leader, rolled up his sleeves, and tapped the non-existent watch with his finger.

Obviously, the squad leader understood Wei Ran's meaning, but he just rolled up his cuffs, showing his chilblained hands to indicate that he didn't have a watch, and at the same time showed an apologetic smile.

Seeing this, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to go back, he fumbled out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, took out one and stuffed it into his mouth, then handed the rest to the other party.

After hesitating for a moment, the squad leader finally did not take Wei Ran's cigarettes, but took out a pack of Lucky Strike American cigarettes from his pocket.

Lighting the cigarette with the match handed by the other party, Wei Ran pointed to the wooden box next to the stove, and sat down after the monitor nodded.

With the red light from the burning stove and the dim light above his head, Wei Ran could clearly see that both the squad leader and the volunteer soldiers next to him looked extraordinarily young, probably the biggest one was no more than 23 looks like a four-year-old.But without exception, their eyes are extraordinarily bright, confident, and resolute.

Slowly taking out the camera from his pocket, Wei Ran gestured for taking pictures, and then looked at the monitor.

"Discipline buckle!" The young squad leader reminded softly.

Before the words were finished, the soldiers who were sitting upright immediately put down the tea mugs in their hands, straightened the military caps on their heads in one order, fastened the discipline buttons on their collars, and finally got up one by one Stretched the corner of the clothes.

It wasn't until the only three or four soldiers had tidied up their personal appearances, and the squad leader also stood up and tidied up carefully, then sat down again and nodded to Wei Ran.

Seeing this, Wei Ran smiled and pointed to the tea mug by the stove and the half-eaten tortillas that were put down.

The squad leader was stunned for a moment, then a gentle smile appeared on his face, and he said in a low voice, "What to do, what to do."

Hearing this, the soldiers immediately picked up the tea mugs, or picked up the burnt corn tortillas baked by the stove, but they never unfastened the collar buttons.

Waiting patiently for more than ten minutes, Wei Ran didn't press the shutter until a soldier handed the enamel jar with the words "Resist America, Aid Korea, Defend the Country" printed on it to his comrades around him.

Satisfied, he smiled at the squad leader who didn't know his name. Wei Ran put the camera in his pocket, smoking a cigarette while listening to the volunteer soldiers chatting in low voices.

During the long wait, the night sky outside the ventilation window above the head was gradually illuminated by the sun, and the train also made a brief stop at an unknown station.

In the warm compartment, Wei Ran also got his first meal since getting on the train.Open the aluminum lunch box, in addition to the hot rice, there is also a large piece of fat fish and a boiled egg.In addition, there is an iron spoon and a table fork of the same material.

"Nigger, how about giving me your fish? I'll exchange it with you for rice." An American soldier stepped on the bed with one foot and asked Wei Ran and Jack.

"Leave far away"

While speaking, Wei Ran stuffed a big mouthful of fish with thick soup into his mouth, and then dug out a big spoonful of rice.

Seeing this, Jack, who was a little scared at first, immediately poked the fish with a fork and took a big bite. His smudged face showed an intoxicated expression.

The arrogant appearance of the two of them obviously irritated the white-skinned American prisoner. He put the lunch box in his hand on the bed opposite, and with his hands on the bed board, he was about to put it on Wei Ran's face.

However, before he lifted his feet, the fork in Jack's hand was already against his crotch, while the fork in Wei Ran's hand was directly against his throat.

"Hands up!" the squad leader of the volunteer army ran over while shouting.

Hearing this, Wei Ran, taking advantage of the movement of raising his hand, took advantage of the opportunity to hit the opponent's throat with the fork, and then stood up straight.

As for Jack, this bullying black guy was even more rude. When the white captive subconsciously covered his throat, he turned the fork around and slammed the other party's crotch with the pointed end of the handle, and then With the movement of raising his hand, he bumped into the opponent's nose in a moderate manner.

After this series of black hands, the white captive who asked for fish not only had blood from his nose, but also covered his Adam's apple with one hand and his crotch with the other, and wailed far beyond the actual damage.

However, after seeing the successful smiles on the faces of those white American prisoners of war including Morgan and Brendon, Wei Ran has realized that the request for fish meat is fake, and the truth is that he and Jack are deliberately asking for trouble. of.

"Wait for that"

Wei Ran leaned into Jack's ear and whispered a word, and then he stared round his big black and white eyes, and then nodded with his thick lips tightly pressed together.

In less than five minutes, a soldier who appeared to be in his thirties hurried into the carriage.At the same time, the hatch behind him was also closed by the squad leader with a bang.

"My friends, what's going on here?" The soldier asked in English with a smile, "Are you not used to the food we provide?"

"Sir, the meals you serve are delicious."

The white captive who was stalked by Wei Ran and Jack pointed at the only two blacks in the carriage with a look of bitterness and hatred, "But the two of them said that these meals are rubbish. I just wanted to remind them, but They wounded me. Everyone around me can testify to it."

"Is that so?" The soldier asked Morgan and the others with a smile.

"Sir, that is indeed the case." Morgan was the first to jump out and said, "We saw it with our own eyes and heard it with our own ears, just like Allen said, it is not bad at all."

"Can I hear your opinion?"

Seeing the soldier looking at him, Jack glanced at Wei Ran again, and finally put on an aggrieved look and said, "Sir, as you can see, we are the only two black people in this carriage. , Allen asked the two of us to jump out of the car and make trouble, creating a chance for them to escape.

Undoubtedly, this is a very stupid idea, and Victor and I stopped each other immediately, but we only know English, so the only way is to stop each other until the hatch closes. "

"This comrade"

Wei Ran thought about using a title with a clear queue, and then Jack said, "We are a colored company of the US Army's logistics unit, and our meals are no better than those provided by you and your comrades in arms.

We are already very satisfied with these foods, and we can eat the same food and enjoy the same treatment as white people on an equal footing. There is really no need for us to run away. "

As Jack and Wei Ran uttered one word after another, the expression on the English soldier's face remained unchanged, but the expressions of Morgan and others in the stuffy tank car changed again and again.

Just at this time, a prisoner in the uniform of the British Army said, "Sir, I can testify that what those two poor Negroes said is true. Anyone who participated in this war, friend or foe, knows that Negroes are in Americans are not treated well there."

"Hey, Victor, the Englishman spoke for us." Jack said with a smile on his face.

"They're not talking for us." Wei Ran snorted, and secretly cursed, "Stinking shit stick".

"In this case, do you two have any requirements?" The soldier said to Wei Ran and Jack.

"No, we don't have any requirements"

Wei Ran stopped Jack, and said first, "As long as we continue to reach our destination safely in this carriage."

The soldier smiled, turned his head to look at Allen, who was still clutching his crotch, and Morgan and others behind him, "I don't think you have any other opinions, do you?"

"no no"

Allen awkwardly let go of the crotch that he had been covering all the time, and had a thick cotton coat as a barrier. Jack's slap was actually not heavy.It was Wei Ran's slap on his Adam's apple that made him feel particularly uncomfortable.

"In this case, I wish you a pleasant meal." After speaking, the soldier stood up.

"Instructor, what's going on?" the volunteer squad leader asked in a low voice.

"It's nothing, a group of people are itching for idleness, and I guess they are throwing dirty water on each other for the sake of grabbing things. This is not the first time we have encountered such a thing."

The soldier known as the instructor had already opened the hatch and jumped down while speaking. At the same time, he did not forget to ask, "It's the last half of the day, so be vigilant."

"Yes!" The squad leader of the volunteer army raised his hand in salute, and then closed the hatch again.

The one who could understand English left, but the atmosphere in the stuffy tanker became more and more subtle.Most obviously, the eyes of several Americans headed by Morgan could almost eat Wei Ran and Jack.

But in Jack's big black and white eyeballs, there is something different. It feels like a sheep grazing suddenly finds that the hungry wolves around him only dare to bark their teeth at him, but dare not The astonishment and excitement when I really took a bite!

(End of this chapter)