Late at night, in the wilderness, at the campfire, and beside the campfire, the martial arts master Old Jerry vividly tells the stories of Indian myths and ghosts. Of course, there is also Suisui, who is almost drunk but still responsible for the translation work, and Suisui is sitting there

Kajianka was there to help with the second translation and checking for gaps.

In addition, there were young lovers who either listened intently to stories or gathered around the campfire, gnawing on rabbit heads and drinking beer, while whispering about love.

Of course, this also includes Master Sun and Cowboy Diego, who are holding hands with Diego and talking to themselves in Sichuan dialect and Mexican respectively, but they seem to be able to communicate fluently through the pungency of Mexican peppers.

Standing up quietly, Wei Ran patted his belly and walked towards the caravan in the distance.

Katenka, who hadn't even finished half a glass of beer all night, glanced at Wei Ran, then looked away indifferently, and continued to help Suisui, translating the English words that the other party didn't understand into words that she could understand.

in Russian, and then translated into Chinese vividly by Suisui.

At the edge of the bonfire party, Wei Ran, who had completely blended his body outline into the darkness, waited for a moment, walked to a cactus, reached out and took out the remaining oil barrel with half a barrel of vodka from the metal book.

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After emptying the wine inside, Wei Ran quietly walked to the side of Master Sun's caravan, put the mouth of the oil barrel close to it, and picked up Jack's home-brewed barrel from the stainless steel sealed barrel buried in the crushed ice.

of beer.

When the 20-liter oil drum was filled with cold beer, Wei Ran looked around and saw that no one was paying attention to him. He immediately put the oil drum back into the metal book, turned around and walked behind a big rock at the foot of the mountain.

When passing by the horse he had been riding all afternoon, he also took away the refurbished M1 Garand rifle.

As he walked into the distance, the laughter and the light of the bonfire behind him became farther and farther away, and were finally completely blocked by a huge boulder that Wei Ran had long admired.

Taking a deep breath, Wei Ran leaned the rifle in his hand against the stone, then turned on the flashlight function of his phone, and then took out the metal book as quickly as possible.

Amidst the sound of turning pages, the metal book automatically stopped on page 19. The metal quill also drew a picture of an M1 Garand rifle stamped on the soil on the light yellow page.

, and the helmet attached to the butt of the gun.

Under Wei Ran's gaze, the metal quill brushed out a few lines of text under the drawn pattern:

Role identity: Medic Victor

Return mission: Survive until August 15th, help Tom fulfill his wish, and take at least one photo of Marshall and Will.

Language mission: Successfully log in and rescue at least one black person

English is coming!

Wei Ran clenched his fists immediately after reading it. For him, whether he knew English or not was not actually important.

But the shadows and painful memories left by those pinyin letters in his student days before the college entrance examination, as well as his learning experience at the Hongqi Forest Farm, plus the dilemma of needing someone to translate to understand what was said during these two trips to the United States,

All of this prompted him to want to learn this language as soon as possible. After all, Wei Ran was a strong historian after all.

Wait, save at least one black person...it won't be the one with a B-BOX who talks English, right?

Amid Wei Ran's worry, a familiar white light hit his face, and then he smelled the pungent smell of gunpowder smoke and the fishy smell of the sea. At the same time, the sound of explosions close at hand became increasingly clear.

"Wow!"

Before Wei Ran, who had just regained his vision, could react, a large cloud of bitter, salty water mixed with the smell of blood was poured down on his face.

Subconsciously shortening his body, he saw clearly that he seemed to be in a crawler landing vehicle. There was one such landing vehicle not far away on the left and right, and it spread horizontally for at least several hundred meters!

Looking around again, there are nervous-looking soldiers crowded one after another. Some of these soldiers are sucking on cigars or cigarettes that have been wet and extinguished, and some are holding necklaces shivering on their chests.

They were making the sign of the cross, while others were chewing bubble gum with nonchalant expressions on their faces.

Finally, he looked at himself. There were bulging canvas satchels on both sides of his waist. There was a water bottle between the satchel and the belt buckle on the left hand side. There was a 1911 pistol hidden in the gap between the satchel and the belt on the right hand side.

In addition, there are red cross cuffs on each arm, an L-shaped flashlight hanging on the left chest, and a pair of brown-red high-waisted paratrooper boots on his feet.

Touching the helmet on his head again, Wei Ran took a pack of Haocai cigarettes from the net covering the helmet and looked at it. Seeing that it was not opened at all, he stuffed it back into its original position.

After a while, the tracked landing vehicle with the turret on top also stopped. Without any greeting, everyone including Wei Ran immediately jumped down and stepped on the rocky beach. And the landing vehicle that paused for a moment also stopped.

Return immediately to pick up the next group of soldiers who are preparing to land on the beach.

It was only then that Wei Ran noticed that the beach, which was almost two kilometers wide, was already crowded with soldiers who had successfully landed, as well as various construction machinery and combat supplies waiting to be transported.

What made his hair stand on end was that although the warships docked on the calm sea behind him were continuously supporting the landing with artillery fire, there was a highland directly in front of the beach, and on both sides were straight up and down.

The cliffs, the too small landing site, the overcrowded soldiers, and the highland fortress right in front that insisted on fighting back under the artillery attack, all of this seemed to be massacring the soldiers who had just landed!

"How the hell does it sound boring?"

Wei Ran secretly cursed the liar who had left the message on the human skull, bent down with his helmet on his head, and jumped into a bomb crater that was still steaming with gunpowder smoke without thinking.

However, before his feet touched the crater floor, the familiar but uncomfortable feeling of brain shutdown came over him, causing Wei Ran, who lost his balance, to fall into the crater in an awkward posture like a dog chewing shit.

He shook his head to dispel the strange feeling of chaos in time and space in his head. When he regained consciousness, he could indeed understand what the soldiers around him were shouting.

Wei Ran tried to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't make any sound at all. This was quite similar to when he learned German through a metal book.

Wei Ran remembered clearly that the language task at that time had two contents. When he only completed one of them, he could understand it but could not make a sound. He could not open his mouth to speak until he completed the second task.

So you have to find a black person who needs help and give it?

Wei Ran calmed down for a moment and carefully recalled the requirements of the return mission and the language mission. However, he did not rush to leave the crater. Instead, he reached out and pulled out the pistol hidden in the gap between his shoulder bag and belt, pulled out the magazine and checked it.

Fan.

As expected, the magazine of this pistol was full of bullets, and there was an extra magazine fixed on the cowhide holster.

After loading the pistol with bullets and stuffing it back into the holster, Wei Ran opened the canvas bags on both sides and took a look. From injections and medicines to gauze dressings to various surgical instruments and even an excessive number of condoms, these two bags contained everything.

It's a medical product.

After getting a little familiar with the arrangement of the items in the two bags, he quickly took off his helmet and took a look. Fortunately, this helmet with a mesh cover had a red cross on a white background painted on the left, right and front sides.

, the position above the head of the heavenly soul is painted with a bee holding a weapon, a wrench and a hammer. In addition, there is a pack of cigarettes and a deck of playing cards stuffed in the helmet's mesh.

Seabee combat engineer?

Wei Ran immediately understood the unit he belonged to this time after seeing the bee paint. What made him even more relieved was the conspicuous red crosses on the four sides of the helmet. This thing could make him less dangerous.

But considering that the enemy on the opposite side is a little devil, these small bonuses seem to be worse than none at all.

Putting his helmet back on as quickly as possible, Wei Ran carefully stuck his head out of the crater and took a quick look. Wherever he looked, all he could see were the backs of soldiers charging towards the high ground directly ahead.

Retracting back into the crater, he tried to take things out of the metal book as usual.

However, what surprised him was that there were very few things he could take out this time. There were only anti-Japanese swords, three oil barrels and Guqin Yaoguang. The remaining things, including his titanium alloy pistol, could not be taken out.

come out!

"It's boring to call this special code safe?! Don't let me know who the bastard wrote it!"

Wei Ran stood up cursing and was about to crawl out of the crater when an explosion came from the shore only thirty or forty meters away from him!

He quickly retracted his body, and after the shock wave carried the wet sand, he continued to look over, and then discovered that a bulldozer had been overturned by the explosion, and there was a soldier lying on the sand next to it.

A little further away, there was another soldier dragging a soldier whose leg was broken by a bomb and crawling quickly into the crater.

Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't care about black people or white people. He jumped out of the crater and rushed over. At the same time, he reached into his pocket and took out a bottle of morphine and a pack of sulfa powder.

Quickly rushing to the soldier lying on the ground next to the bulldozer, Wei Ran noticed that he was covering his neck with one hand, but even so, surging blood still continued to emerge from his fingers.

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The soldier who was still alive seemed to see hope after seeing the cuff on Wei Ran's arm, and his hand covering the wound subconsciously relaxed.

At this moment, spurts of blood flowed out from between his fingers, directly dyeing the hand Wei Ran had just stretched out red.

Seeing this, Wei Ran was stunned, and silently inserted the disposable morphine injection in his hand into the soldier's neck. In this environment, he could not save the soldier at all.

The soldier seemed to see something from Wei Ran's expression, and the hope that had just appeared on his face turned into despair and panic, and even tears overflowed from the corners of his eyes.

Before Weiran could stand up, another bulldozer came from a short distance away and blocked Weiran from the high ground in the distance. Then, a shirtless white soldier jumped out of the cab of the bulldozer.

Rushed towards Wei Ran.

"Do you need my help?" The shirtless white soldier rushed over and asked, "Kevin..."

Although Wei Ran could understand what the other party said, he could not answer because he had not completely completed the language task, so he could only shake his head, stand up and rush towards the two soldiers in the crater not far away.

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The distance between the two was only more than ten meters, but when he jumped into the bomb crater, he noticed that both the one who had his leg blown off and was screaming, and the one who was hiding in the crater with the wounded, were all black.

But what he didn't notice was that just as he ran towards the wounded in the crater, the shirtless white soldier behind him had a look of anger on his face.

But compared to these things he didn't know, the two black soldiers in the bomb crater were stunned when they saw him jump into the crater and quickly started to stop the bleeding from the wound. Even the one who was blown off

The black soldier who was receiving treatment for his left calf almost forgot to scream.

"Medic!"

Before Wei Ran could finish his work, the shirtless white soldier just now was already holding a blood-stained Garand rifle, standing desperately on the edge of the crater, and said angrily and kindly, "I order

You will save Kevin immediately! Right now!"

Wei Ran raised his head and glanced at the shirtless soldiers beside the crater, then at the black wounded who were being treated and at another black soldier who looked angry and unwilling. In a flash, he finally realized something belatedly.

Although the stupid American freed the slaves since the end of the Civil War, racial discrimination has not disappeared at all, and the inequality between whites and blacks is by no means just reflected in the inability to use the same toilet or the same mouth.

For something as simple as water in the well.

Even on the battlefield, black soldiers are equated with the word "cannon fodder" and are responsible for the most dangerous jobs. Whites, on the other hand, are the so-called main force and do less dangerous jobs.
To be continued...