War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 618 Contradictions and Overtures

On the playground full of captives, the curtain still shows the happy life in the Soviet collective farm in the form of a movie.But at the door of the infirmary not far away, it was another scene.

Contrary to Wei Ran's expectations, after the treated Morgan and Brendon came out, the volunteer soldiers who sent them didn't say much, but let Drew and Klauer take them back and quickly put on their clothes So as not to be frozen.

But even so, the fear on Morgan and Brendon's faces did not disappear, and they trembled all the way, with horror written all over their faces.

"Hey, what happened to you two?" Klauer couldn't help asking.

"Devil"

Trembling, Morgan gave an obviously exaggerated explanation, "A group of devils! They almost ate us!"

"Let's go back to the dormitory first." While speaking, Drew took one of Morgan's arms and walked towards the dormitory at a faster pace.

However, when he opened the cotton curtain of the dormitory, he immediately frowned, and Klauer, who followed him, also sniffled, "Canine?"

"Do you want one?"

The black Jack who was still lying on the kang took out the small iron box to show off while talking, "I bought a lot."

"Where did you buy it?" Drew asked with a smile.

"Rabbit Rider, didn't you tell me?" Jack opened the iron box in his hand as he spoke, and took out a few cigarettes rolled out of newspapers from it as if showing off.

"Nigger, give me one!" While speaking, Morgan and Brendon reached out to Jack in no particular order.

However, before the two crouching dragon and phoenix chicks touched the cigarettes, the box in Jack's hand and a few cigarettes in the other hand were snatched by Drew and Klauer in no particular order.

"Oh!"

Before Jack could open his mouth, Drew had already punched him in the stomach, then covered his mouth, and stuffed the few cigarettes in his hand into his mouth.

Looking at Klauer again, he had already thrown the iron box he had snatched into the stove that was still burning with a few embers.

"Woo! Woo!" Jack, whose mouth was covered, struggled vigorously, but soon, Klauer, who turned off the light, punched him on the ribs and stomach.

This two-on-one ideological education lasted for nearly ten minutes, until Jack retched and spit out all the tobacco and dinner that had been forced into his mouth, and the two stopped one after another.

Squeezing Jack by the back of the neck and pressing him against the stinky vomit, Drew pressed the former's head back and forth and rubbed the vomit while warning in a low voice, "Jack, if I find out that you are contaminated by dog Ma, the next time you stuff it into your mouth will be red-hot charcoal, do you hear me clearly?"

"Listen clearly! Let go, let me go!" Jack wailed and made a promise, "I won't touch the dog anymore, I promise, I won't touch it again."

After slapping Jack heavily on the back of the head, Drew let go of his hand, and took a good nap on the former's stomach.

Jack, who couldn't stand up despite the pain, Drew waited for Klauer to turn on the light, staring at Morgan and Brendon, who showed horror in their eyes and a little gloating expression, and asked, "Now talk about your problems, starting with your escape."

Brendon swallowed subconsciously, and then pointed to his tightly wrapped cheeks.

"You say it" Drew looked at Morgan who took a step back subconsciously.

"We want to get out of here, we want to come back."

"How did you escape?" Crower asked.

"Yes Yes."

Morgan hesitated for a moment, and finally said, "After dinner, an Englishman told us which direction to flee was safer. When the plane came, we took advantage of the chaos and fled."

"British? Which British?" Drew asked, frowning.

"I do not recognize"

Morgan explained a little flusteredly, "He just asked me to borrow a cigarette, and then he took the initiative to tell me which direction is safer to run if he wants to run. I didn't even see what he looked like, but his British I remember it very clearly."

"Go on," Drew said expressionlessly.

"later."

Morgan swallowed, "Then the plane came, and we ran out while we were in a hurry. Sure enough, as the British said, there was no defense at all in that direction."

"What's the matter with your injuries? Where are your things?" Wei Ran couldn't help asking curiously.

"Then we passed a small village and found a bicycle"

Morgan explained with a bitter face and a horrified tone, "Brendon wanted to steal that bicycle, but he didn't expect that there was a dog tied to the firewood not far from the bicycle, and then we were killed by the people in that small village. Found.

They chased us for at least a mile and then took all of our stuff like robbers, and after they tied me and Brendon to a tree, a woman stabbed Brendon in the face with scissors. "

Glancing at Brendon who was making the sign of the cross on his chest, Wei Ran asked with a suppressed smile, "How did you survive?"

"You low nigger, are you laughing at me?" Morgan asked dissatisfied.

Wei Ran spread his hands and nodded provocatively, "Yes, I'm just laughing at you."

Seeing that Morgan was about to make a move, Drew raised his fist and waved it again helplessly, until Morgan took a step back subconsciously, and then asked, "How did you survive?"

Morgan replied aggrieved, "He was rescued by a few Chinese soldiers."

"I remember I told you clearly, don't believe the lies of the Brits." Drew sighed helplessly, "There are thousands of captives here, if they can escape, why don't those Brits escape?"

Hearing this, Morgan opened his mouth, but he didn't know what to say.

"Drew, don't you think that encouraging the two of them to escape seems to be targeting you?" Klauer said abruptly.

"Aiming at me?" Drew was stunned, then nodded, "Maybe it's really possible."

"Can you tell me in detail?" Wei Ran, who had been watching the excitement, asked.

Drew glanced at Wei Ran, then at Jack, who was lying on his side and humming in pain, with his face full of vomit, and Morgan and Brendon, who had wounds on their faces. After hesitating for a moment, he said, " Jack, go and wash your face, Morgan, you two go and put on your clothes first."

Hearing this, Jack, who was still on the ground clutching his stomach and moaning just now, immediately got up and walked towards the basin rack not far away. The idiots Morgan and Brendon also quickly put aside the blankets they were wearing, and grinned. Enduring the pain in their bodies, they put on the cotton padded clothes they were unwilling to wear before.

After the three idiots who had been cleaned up sat down again, Drew said, "Some friends and I had some conflicts with the British before."

"So we are the victims?" Morgan asked in a bad tone.

"That's right." Drew spread his hands, "but I have reminded you not to believe their nonsense."

"I want to know the specific reason," Brendon said with difficulty.

"About a month ago, when our plane came to harass, those British people deliberately tripped a pilot friend of mine."

Drew explained in a flat tone, "He was finally killed by the aerial bomb dropped by our bomber, and two Chinese soldiers who were going to rescue him were also killed together."

"Why don't you find Chinese people?" Jack said cautiously, "Didn't you say they are fair?"

"Huaxia people are indeed fair, but they are too fair, even if they are as sad as me."

Drew sighed, took out the cigarette case from his pocket, lit one and said, "I don't have any evidence to prove this, I didn't even see it myself, what I just said, Even those Brits who took the initiative to tell me on the basketball court."

"Drew, why did they target you?" Wei Ran asked, "I mean, why did they deliberately do this kind of thing with you, and deliberately disclose it to you?"

"At the beginning, when our plane came to harass, it killed several British guys with cannons, and there was even a major in it."

Claure helped explain, "Since that incident, those stubborn Brits have started targeting American pilots. It just so happens that many of the pilots are Drew's friends, and it just so happens that Drew's fists are very reasonable."

"You've seen Jim," Drew continued, "he's also a pilot, and he's even more of a victim. Those Brits would even secretly hide dog hemp on him, and then go to the Chinese to report him."

"I believe those Brits can do this kind of thing"

Jack said firmly, "When I was in the engineering company, the British next door often provoked our relationship with the whites. If our idiot battalion commander didn't believe their nonsense, we could mix with the whites and enjoy Same treatment."

"Drew, why don't we teach those Brits a lesson?"

Morgan gritted his teeth and suggested, "When I joined the army, my parents gave me their wedding rings as a lucky charm, but those two rings have been snatched by the people in that village just now, so I have to come from England. You just need to find something in the person."

"And my watch," Brendon said with difficulty, "it was a wedding present my wife bought me."

Klauer was stunned, and after looking at Drew, he asked, "Is those things important to you?"

"I guess at least those two rings are important"

He was beaten up just now, but at this moment, Jack, who seemed to be fine, took over the conversation and said, "I won those two rings at the gambling table on the train. If it wasn't for Victor, Morgan might have will eat me."

"He also lost the sunglasses to Jack." Wei Ran joked, pointing to the toad mirror hanging on his neckline.

Morgan grinned awkwardly, "I thought I could beat you."

"Although I'm illiterate." Jack paused, and continued proudly, "But before I joined the army, I used to make money from poker in bars to fill my stomach."

"Now is not the time to discuss your poker skills"

Drew said in a cloud of mist, "I don't want to have any more conflicts with them. I don't want to be locked up. It's worse than torture."

Seeing the nonchalant expressions of Morgan and others, Claure reminded angrily, "Drew definitely has a say in this aspect, he is almost the person with the most experience in confinement in the entire camp."

"It seems that you have been tamed by the Chinese people." Morgan couldn't help mocking.

"It has nothing to do with taming"

It was rare for Drew to move his fist this time, "Adhering to their rules will make my life more comfortable, so why not? If you don't believe me, wait until you try to be alone in a room for seven days. You know how hard it is when no one talks to you, and you don’t even have a newspaper.”

"The bastard was locked up twice in the space of a month, each time for seven days." Crower continued to expose Drew's short.

"In short, if you want to live comfortably, you'd better not cause trouble for yourself, let alone me."

Drew seriously reminded, "This dormitory, and the dormitory next door, are under my management except for Mr. Crower. In other words, I will bear all the troubles you cause.

Although I can't shut you down, at least I can use my fists to reason with you after turning off the lights. "

After a short pause, Drew softened his tone and said, "Tomorrow I will ask the Huaxia instructors in the camp to see if I can get your rings and watches back. Of course, if you can exchange them for something similar , perhaps more likely."

Hearing this, Morgan and Brendon looked at each other, and then showed a helpless expression on their faces. It's fine that their hasty escape failed, but all they had been robbed was a pair of shorts.

But apparently, expecting to trade shorts for rings and wristwatches was not much more likely than their successful escape.

"Morgan, your watch." Jack abruptly took off the watch he won on the train from his wrist and returned it to Morgan.

Seeing Morgan looking at him in surprise, Jack took off the second watch from the wrist of the same hand and handed it to Brendon, "Don't get me wrong, I didn't expect to be friends with you. But These two watches are not important to me, if you can exchange them for what you lost, just remember to pay in the future, I was going to sell them."

Morgan and Brendon hesitated for a moment, and finally, like two mosquitoes, a simple "thank you" popped out of their mouths.

"This old black is quite smart"

Wei Ran muttered to himself, he could see that there might be kindness and sympathy in Jack's generous act, but more of it was for him to live more comfortably in the days to come.

After all, there are only a few people in this dormitory, even if Wei Ran is ignored, it is equivalent to him getting along with four white people day and night.

If you use Huaxia's old saying, his move is completely intended to use the current crisis to give charcoal, so that when he encounters troubles in the future, at least these white people will not make trouble for him.

(End of this chapter)