War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 619 Operation Black Tea
Early the next morning when they arrived at the prisoner-of-war camp, the crisp whistle sound woke up everyone who was still asleep.

As the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. Although Morgan and Brendon took advantage of the chaos to escape yesterday, they were beaten and walked away, but like Wei Ran and Jack, they were also treated as lightly wounded.

The four of them who had just arrived not only didn't have to follow the morning jog, they even received an extra boiled egg and a glass of precious milk for breakfast.

At the same time, this generous treatment also made Wei Ran feel even more uncomfortable. These prisoners of war who almost ate and drank well did not have to do anything every day, but those volunteer soldiers on the front line might not even be able to get off at this time. Neither fried noodles nor clean fresh water can be supplied in time.

But even so, the volunteer soldiers who worked in the prisoner-of-war camps still had sunny and confident smiles on their faces.

After queuing up to the infirmary to change the wound medicine, Morgan and Brendon were also taken away by a volunteer soldier with a Shanghai accent.And Drew and Klauer also followed the schedule, and under the organization of the prisoners, they took tools and went to the surrounding mountains to cut firewood. By the way, they also left the work of cleaning the dormitory to Wei Ran and Jack.

Although he intends to follow the past to have a look, Jack insists that he is going to be lazy, and he looks like a broken can and a broken can if you go and I go.

In the end, there was no other way, Wei Ran was able to stay patiently, cleaning the dormitory with Jack, and cleaning the open space outside the door by the way.

Before the two of them finished their work, Morgan and Brendon, the crouching dragon and phoenix chicks, were also beaming, and returned to the camp under the escort of the female soldier surnamed Zhang and two young soldiers whose names were unknown.

"Have you found your things?" Wei Ran stopped his work and asked.

"My parents' wedding ring and the watch Brendon's wife gave him are all back!"

Morgan gave a rare good face, and said beamingly, "Those Huaxia soldiers took us to that village to ask door to door, and found the person who robbed us."

"They don't even need us to pay," Brendon added with difficulty opening his mouth.

"But we intend to owe you a favor." Morgan said to Jack seriously, "so we insisted on leaving the watch to each other."

Jack was stunned for a moment, then jokingly said, "Remember to return it to me."

"Of course!" Morgan promised cheerfully as if he had changed, "In addition, we also want to apologize to you two for our rudeness."

Jack said happily, "God testifies, this is the first time a white person expressed his gratitude and apology to me."

Before Morgan and Brendon could say anything more, Jack lowered his voice and continued, "For God's sake, let me give you some gifts!"

"Watch again?" Wei Ran joked on the side.

"Of course not! I don't have that many watches."

Jack looked left and right suspiciously, then took out a matchbox with the word "Botou" printed on it from his boots, shook it, and said in a slightly satisfied tone, "Actually, I'm still a bit of a dog, so do you want to buy a matchbox?" Have one?"

"Why do you still have it?!" Morgan asked in surprise.

"I bought all the stock from that rabbit rider"

Jack said in a low voice, "Except for the ones that were burned by Drew and Claure, there are still some that haven't had time to be rolled into cigarettes. They are all in this matchbox. Victor, you won't"

"Stay away from me, and don't smoke in the dormitory. Also, as a hush money, the cleaning job is yours."

Wei Ran said noncommittally that besides not wanting to smoke second-hand poisonous smoke, he also didn't want to be caught by the prison guards and cause trouble.As for whether these Yankees smoked or whether they smoked to death, he didn't bother to care.

"Praise Victor, you are as good as God!"

While Jack was speaking, he took out a palm-sized Bible from his pocket, opened it, tore two pieces of paper from it, and handed them to Morgan and Brendon respectively.

Looking at the three drug addicts with bible volumes, Wei Ran casually threw the broom in his hand aside, turned around, went into the room and took out the camera.

When he came out again, the three of Jack were leaning against the corner, huddled together like Oreos with reversed colors, and sitting in a row. At this time, they were blurring their eyes, enjoying the sun while bathing in the sun. Hand-rolled marijuana from the Bible brand.

Taking a few steps upwind, Wei Ran took a group photo of the three of them while they were not paying attention.

"Victor, you bastard, are you trying to leave evidence to blackmail us?" Jack subconsciously threw away the cigarette in his hand.

"Where's your brain?"

Wei Ran put the camera in his pocket and asked angrily, "Who will tell what you smoke from the photos?"

"It's true." Jack immediately relaxed, sat down against the wall again, and took a big mouthful.

"I just heard from that lady that it was Drew who told her about me and you this morning."

Morgan ignored Wei Ran and Jack, and said to Brendon in a cloud of mist, "Then we can get back our things, so I plan to do something to teach those damned British a lesson."

"What are you going to do?" Jack asked with great interest, "Or we play poker with those British? I promise to win back their underwear."

"Are you going to help too?" Morgan asked Jack in surprise.

"Why not have some fun?"

Jack shrugged and said in a joking tone, "And I not only need a friend, but I also want that bastard Drew to owe me a favor and apologize to me by the way."

"We can't gamble"

Brendon, who is not easy to speak, reminded, "That will only cause trouble, and I want to beat those British guys even more."

"Maybe we can help the British guy get a beating," Morgan said abruptly.

"What do you mean?" Brendon and Jack looked at Morgan together, and even Wei Ran moved closer.

Morgan looked at the half-burned cigarette in his hand, and asked with a smile, "Jack, how did you find those rabbit riders?"

"I found it with my nose," Jack said proudly, "Which one of them has smoked dog marijuana, I can smell it as long as I get close."

"Last night, how many pigs seemed to have died?" Morgan asked again, "I heard from the people in the kitchen during breakfast."

"That's true." Wei Ran, who was sitting upwind, replied, "He was killed by an aerial bomb dropped by the plane."

"How about we add something to those rabbit-riding rednecks?" Morgan said in a low voice, "How about we find a way to get a piece of pork and throw it to them? In the name of the British."

"But how do you do this in the name of the British?" Brendon asked with a bitter face.

"Get the pork first, and I'll figure out what to do with the rest!" After Morgan finished speaking, he took a drag on his cigarette and flicked the cigarette butt in his hand far away.

The so-called poisoning in the return mission, wouldn't it be pork?

Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then said, "How about counting me in?"

"You want to participate too?" Morgan looked at Wei Ran in surprise.

"Just like what Jack said just now." Wei Ran spread his hands, "I also need friends, and I don't mind Drew and you owe me a favor."

Morgan and Brendon looked at each other, then smiled and stretched out their hands to Wei Ran, "Then it's decided, when you have lunch at noon, if there is pork in the dish, remember to secretly keep it, the fattest one. "

"No problem!" Wei Ran happily agreed.

"Gentlemen, I think we need an operational code name," Brendon suggested.

"Operation code?"

Jack froze for a moment, then grinned and said, "We really need a code name."

"How about the black tea?"

Morgan laughed and said, "Who would say no to a cup of English black tea with pork in it? So let's call it Operation Black Tea!"

"It sounds like a British name," Brendon was the first to comment, flicking away the butt of a cigarette that was about to burn.

"Then let's do black tea, Morgan, what are you going to do?" Jack asked enthusiastically.

"Don't worry, let me think about it."

Morgan stood up and slapped the dust on his buttocks while whispering, "In short, we want to secretly collect as much pork as possible before dark, and we must not let people around find out."

Seeing that everyone is meaningless, Morgan said to Wei Ran, "Victor, how about we go take some photos and see what the British are doing?"

"No problem at all"

Wei Ran agreed with a smile, and followed behind the other three, like a street runner with nothing to do, walking towards the British barracks with his pockets in his mouth, talking and laughing.

(End of this chapter)