At the bullpen camp, at the edge of the core apron, Wei Ran, Zach and Li Youfu, who were holding cameras, did not chase the female guerrilla very far before the female guerrilla was taken into a building surrounded by layers of sandbags for protection.

A semi-underground building.

As expected, the three "outsiders" who needed press passes hanging around their necks to pass without obstruction were stopped by the guards at the entrance of this semi-underground building.

"Hey! Angus told me that we can go anywhere in the camp with this." Zach said dissatisfiedly, holding up the press pass hanging around his neck.

"Maybe Angus did say that."

The soldier guarding the gate mocked, "But as far as I know, the supreme commander of the Cowshed Camp is not Angus."

Hearing this, Li Youfu turned around subconsciously, but found that Angus had not followed. In other words, it seemed that there were only three of them chasing him.

"Don't waste time here," Wei Ran reminded.

Zach, who was about to say something, sighed when the female screams came from the semi-underground building behind the two guards. He closed the lens cover and said, "Let's go back."

"Aren't we going to take pictures?" Li Youfu caught up and asked.

"No more filming"

Zach shook his head and said while walking back, "This is a rare scene for us, but for the people in this camp, it is just a rare embellishment in a boring life. What's more, they will not let us

These reporters heard valuable information from the torture chamber."

Hearing this, Li Youfu opened his mouth, but didn't say anything. He just maintained his usual silence.

All the way back to their wooden house, Toothless Angus had gone somewhere, and most of the ice cream Wei Ran bought had melted.

Fortunately, this did not affect the appetite of the three of them, but they had a tacit understanding not to talk about the female guerrilla who had just been brought back - even if the screams came from the semi-underground building.

, they heard it softly and clearly even in this wooden house.

After hastily finishing the dinner which actually tasted pretty good, Zach took out several boxes of "playing cards" from one of the large backpacks carried by Li Youfu and put them in his pocket. He once again took the camera and went somewhere unknown.

Li Youfu was also not idle. After taking the initiative to clear away the food waste on the table and cleaning the lunch boxes of the three of them, he continued to repair the M79 grenade launcher belonging to Angus.

Seeing this, Wei Ran simply gave up the slightly crude slatted house to Li Youfu temporarily, and also walked out of the room with his camera.

After a while, the searchlights on the sentry towers at the edge of the camp were lit one after another.

Those dazzling beams of light swept back and forth on the grassland outside the camp, and also brought an inexplicable sense of security to the people inside the barbed wire fence.

After crossing the small bridge that connected the inside and outside of the camp, Wei Ran suddenly felt that the surroundings were much livelier.

Those trenches arranged in a zigzag shape and intricately connected together are filled with chatter and laughter, the tapping of chopsticks and French lunch boxes, the choking smell of burning inferior cigarettes, the aroma of rice and the unique evaporation of Agent Orange.

aromatic.

What a great meal...

Wei Ran lowered his head and looked at the muddy ground under his feet, then at the iron buckets filled with various herbicides piled not far away, and finally at a few half-year-old children who were busy around a bonfire not far away.

.

These barefooted children wearing only black shorts and shirts were probably no more than fourteen or fifteen years old at most, but at this time they were working together, either busy tending the campfire, splitting firewood, or using a big

The pot simmers the broth of an unknown animal.

"What is this?" Wei Ran squatted down, pointed at the fragrant broth in the pot, and asked in English.

Obviously, these half-children understand this not-so-complex English sentence. Unfortunately, although they understand it, they don't seem to know how to answer it.

Fortunately, one of the little boys pulled open a pit beside the campfire and dug out some huge scales, a few thick and curved nails, and a piece of snake skin.

Pangolin and snake meat soup?

Wei Ran immediately recognized the origin of these things, and was inevitably curious about the taste of this pot of soup. However, when he raised his head and glanced at most fifty meters away, he saw those three-story rainbow herbicides piled high, and not far apart,

After a helicopter appeared to be adding herbicide, he suddenly lost his appetite.

Smiling at these half-grown children, Wei Ran took a few steps back and knelt down on one leg. After searching for an angle, he adjusted his camera and waited patiently.

After a while, one of the children, who looked to be the oldest, scooped up a ladle of broth from the pot with a wooden spoon and put it into a copper bowl made of cannon shells.

Around him, several other children subconsciously leaned forward to look into the pot, and each picked up a copper bowl made of cannon shells of different calibers.

It was only then that Wei Ran raised his camera, and when the oldest child handed him the copper bowl filled with broth, he decisively pressed the shutter button.

This time, in his viewfinder, in addition to a few children waiting around the campfire to share delicious food, there were also the various colored logo patterns on the mountains of rainbow herbicide iron barrels in the distance, as well as the

A helicopter was replenishing herbicides on the tarmac, and of course, there was an American soldier carrying herbicides on a cart.

He believed that, thanks to the large-eye lens on the camera and the lights near the tarmac, even if the sky had darkened, everything in the viewfinder would eventually be clearly captured on the film.

He even had a name for the photo - Sweetness in the Trenches. Of course, I declined the bowl of broth.

Putting away the camera, Wei Ran waved his hand and rejected the kindness of the child carrying the soup. Instead, he took out a small denomination of U.S. dollars and handed it to him. He stood up amidst the huge surprise in the other person's eyes.

, and took steps in another direction.

"boom!"

At this moment, there was a loud explosion outside the barbed wire fence outside the camp. Wei Ran, who almost subconsciously jumped into the trench, immediately recognized that it was the unique sound of a broadsword directional radar!

When he straightened up again, the searchlights on the two surrounding sentry towers had converged in the direction of the explosion.

By the time he climbed out of the trench in three steps and two steps at a time, several machine gun fire points had also opened fire one after another, covering the area pointed by the searchlight.

When he raised the camera and pressed the shutter, all that was left was the churning blood mist and a few sporadic firepower attempts by one or two to fight back.

In less than two minutes, the battle came to an end. Wei Ran also ignored the warnings of the more difficult soldiers around him, climbed to the waist of a sentry tower and raised his camera again.

From this angle, he could clearly see that at the location where the explosion had just occurred, the elephant grass that had turned yellow after being sprayed with herbicides had been cleared out of a standard fan area by the explosion of the directional mine.

In this area that is still illuminated by searchlights, there are bloody and mutilated corpses, and the quasi-corpse that is still twisting and struggling is particularly conspicuous.

"Boom!"

There was a soft sound, and the soldier operating the searchlight overhead fired a grenade at the area. Wei Ran almost subconsciously raised the camera with one hand and pressed the shutter at the same time as the explosion came.

"boom!"

"Da da da da!"

A second round of intensive machine gun fire sounded, and clumps of withered elephant grass fell to the ground as if they had encountered a harvester.

Also harvested were the few remaining survivors who had just been blown up by grenades.

Wei Ran, who did not dare to stay for long, fearing that he would become the target of snipers outside, quickly put away the camera under the cover of his body, climbed the ladder back to the ground, and pulled away a man who was speaking to him in Yuejun language in a slightly arrogant manner.

The soldiers quickly crossed the bridge and returned to the core area of ​​the camp.

When he took back the cleaned but not yet dried clothes and the Type 56 ammunition bag from the tailor shop and returned to the wooden house, he found that Li Youfu had gone to nowhere, but Zach was back. At this time, he

He was sitting at the table, writing something with a pen.

Seeing Wei Ran coming back, Zach immediately waved to him, "Come here quickly, I got some important news."

"What's the news?" Wei Ran immediately closed the door after hearing this, casually hung the clothes he had retrieved by the window, and quickly sat down at the table.

"Click"

Zach turned off the only light in this wooden room, then lit a cigarette by the light outside the window, and pushed all the cigarette box and lighter to Wei Ran, and then whispered, "Let's start with the gossip.

let's start."

"What kind of gossip is there about a place where even a helicopter has a dick?" Wei Ran asked strangely, while not forgetting to light a cigarette.

"Of course, of course there is, and it's about that Wild Boar George platoon leader." When Zach said this, he lowered his voice a little lower.

"Does he really have a sister named Paige?" Wei Ran couldn't help but mutter.

"What drunken talk are you talking about?"

Zach rang the signal to signal Wei Ran to come closer and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "The following tidbit is that I spent a lot of money to get it from a guy who has been following the wild boar George Platoon.

Bought it from a long soldier.

Victor, do you know why Wild Boar George’s team is codenamed T-BALL?”

"I asked Angus today," Wei Ran replied in a low voice, "It seems to be about a bet..."

"A bet? No, no, no, it's better to say a bet than a bet."

Zach looked at the surrounding windows and said almost into Wei Ran's ear, "As far as I know, their original code name was actually thrower.

But about a year ago, when Wild Boar George was leading a team to clear out the Viet Cong hiding in a village, he and his platoon sergeant captured a very beautiful girl, I mean, innocent, beautiful civilian girl, and she was very old.

Small."

"Are the bets and bets about that girl?" Wei Ran asked, raising his eyebrows.

"right"

Zach nodded, "According to the soldier who revealed the information, Boar George and his platoon sergeant decided to distribute the girl fairly through a bet."

"What are you betting on?" Wei Ran asked with a frown as he realized something was wrong.

"This" Zach made a universal piston gesture with his hands.

"You mean George the Boar slept with his platoon sergeant?"

"Victor! Do you have a hundred Satans in bunny girl suits living in your head?"

Zach had a disgusted expression on his face, "How could you imagine such a disgusting scene?"

"Your speculation about what's going on in my head is even more disgusting."
To be continued...