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.
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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."
Wei Ran, who was deliberately making mistakes just to make a joke, also grinned as if he was disgusted, "So..."
"They competed with two other girls they caught in the village. They participated in the competition together with their three squad leaders, and maybe there were more people. Who knows."
The disgusted expression on Zach's face became more intense, "According to the soldier who revealed the news, it was a friendly match with a good atmosphere, but it was very fierce. In the end, George the wild boar won the girl and took the
She brought it back to camp."
"This camp?" Wei Ran tapped the table with his finger.
“Another campground”
Zach shook his head, "Boar George, his platoon sergeant and three squad leaders, each brought back a girl. It is said that there may be more than one boy inside (Ma's will keep a small dark room).
But this incident was quickly exposed, and it almost triggered a rebellion among the Yuejun people in that camp.
In the end, a black soldier from this platoon took all the charges and was killed in action soon after. Wild Boar George and his platoon were also dispersed and transferred here to participate in the construction of this camp, or as a warning,
Or it was a mockery, but in short the code name of this platoon was still Team T. From that time on, the pitching team became a children's baseball team in the mouths of those who knew it."
"Have you decided to report this?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.
"I'm still thinking about it"
Zach spread his hands and said, "In addition to this tidbit, I also got another piece of tidbits."
"What is it this time?"
"I can't sell my playing cards at all"
Zach once again made a universal piston gesture with his hands, "Then a soldier told me that there is a club in the camp of the stick men next door. The girls there were all caught during patrols, and they are very rebellious. , and the milk supply is abundant.”
Air freight?
Wei Ran suddenly thought of something, but he didn't want to. Zach continued, "It is said that one of the investors of that club is Captain George the Wild Boar."
Having said this, Zach pointed to the screams that still continued outside the window, "The female guerrilla who was just captured may also be sent to that club soon."
"Isn't he worried about being exposed?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.
"Of course not worried"
Zach told another bloody truth, "The last idiot who tried to expose him was a medic from Team T, and he died in action."
"Where are the other two platoons?"
"There are only two barbed wire fences between here and the front line."
Zach put out his cigarette and whispered, "Why did the other two platoons expose him? Is it because there will be no girls to play with in the future, so we have to wait in line to go to Da Nang? Victor, you are not a virgin, are you?" Otherwise, how could you have such naive ideas?
This place is more difficult than heaven, and even the most good man in heaven, Mr. God, would not do such stupid things. After all, he definitely needs sex."
"So what are you going to do?" Wei Ran automatically ignored the other party's trash talk and asked in a serious voice.
"I have already made an agreement with Wild Boar George. Tomorrow we will follow them out on patrol and interview him. Then he will arrange for us to go to the stickman camp next door. This is the promise I got before I got the gossip. Now Look, I'm afraid the patrol will turn into a cleanup mission because of the female guerrilla we just captured,"
Although Zach didn't answer the question exactly, Weiran had already guessed something, "What do you need Troyer and me to do?"
"When we get to the Hambang people's camp, I'll take Troyer to have some fun and let him chat with the girls."
Zach smiled when he said this, "As for you, how about interviewing those soldiers with sticks? After all, you are the only one among the three of us who can talk."
"no problem"
Wei Ran happily agreed. Although the other party did not intend to take him for fun, he also knew clearly that the metal notebook, which was always "kind-hearted" to help him protect his body, would most likely not give him this opportunity.
The two of them discussed the subsequent plan, and Li Youfu also walked into the room without turning on the lights, carrying his camera.
"Why don't you turn on the light?" Li Youfu asked standing at the door.
"Come here quickly Troye, I have something to tell you."
Zac greeted Li Youfu, and Wei Ran also got up and walked to the door. Under the cover of smoking, he was alert to the eyes that might be staring at the three of them amidst the desperate and hoarse screams of the female guerrilla who still didn't stop.
That night, Wei Ran, who was lying in bed, had a rare insomnia.
In previous historical episodes, he had "acted" as an invader more than once. But at this moment, everything that hit his eardrums made him feel an uneasy feeling of guilt.
Also unable to sleep may be Li Youfu, who is across the bed from him.
This man who had escaped from more and more difficulties was also tossing and turning. In the end, he even put the pillow on his head like an ostrich, trying to isolate the sounds that also made him anxious.
After an unknown amount of time, the screaming that scratched the eardrums stopped, and Wei Ran and Li Youfu finally stopped tossing and turning.
On the contrary, Zach, who seemed to have slept well, quietly sat up, walked out of the wooden house with bare feet, sat on the dew-wet steps at the door, lit a cigarette and looked at the searchlights that kept shaking in the distance.
Early the next morning, the banging on the door and Angus's shouting easily woke up the three reporters who had not slept well last night.
Opening his eyes, he already held the pistol of a beautiful 1911 pistol in his hand, only to find that Angus, who had sneaked away yesterday, was standing at the door, fully armed, using the gun in his hand with two inlays on the butt.
An M79 grenade launcher with an engraved copper cover struck the thin wooden door.
"Gentlemen, it's time for us to set off."
Seeing that Wei Ran and the other three had woken up, Angus immediately placed three sets of body armor and three helmets on the table, and loudly said at the same time, "We will set off in ten minutes, so you'd better go faster, and
, remember to wear anti-fragment clothing and a helmet."
"Where are we going?" Zach asked first while hurriedly getting dressed.
"According to the information we interrogated from the female guerrilla captured yesterday, her teammates are hiding in a village in the northeast. They also planned the attack we encountered on the way here."
Angus explained very quickly, "We are going to greet them today, so hurry up and go to the nearest tarmac as soon as everything is ready."
At this point, Angus added an additional reminder, "Platoon leader George will personally lead the team today."
"We'll take some good photos of George." Zach was particularly astute in hearing the other party's hint.
"See you later, gentlemen." After saying that, Angus quickly ran towards the tarmac not far away.
It only took less than five minutes for Wei Ran and the three of them to put on the camouflage uniforms they had just received yesterday.
However, although they each carried hip bags or backpack racks, they did not wear the heavy body armor with bulletproof ceramic inserts, nor the equally heavy steel helmet - their necks were already hanging
Carry two or three cameras that are heavy enough to be used as bulletproof boards.
Finally, he took off the Type 56 bullet bag that was hanging by the window yesterday, and Wei Ran put it on his chest. As he walked out, he wrapped the film in the sealed tube in the magazine bag and the soldier brand.
The light meter was also stuffed in, along with insect repellent and foot powder.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Although this bullet bag has not yet dried, it is indeed much easier to use than the two cumbersome magazine bags.
After he finished adjusting, the three of them also walked to a helicopter that had not yet started.
At this time, there was a platoon of people here, fully armed and lining up.
Directly in front of the team was a second lieutenant wearing tiger-spot camouflage.
Compared with Zach, who is about 1.9 meters tall and as strong as a Tyrannosaurus rex, this white second lieutenant who looks to be less than thirty years old is much more "slim".
His height was only a little over 1.7 meters tall, definitely less than 1.8 meters tall. Even Wei Ran subconsciously estimated that this person was probably as tall as Suisui at most.
Compared with his height, which is not considered strong among white people, and the brand-new camouflage uniform and short-sleeved T-shirt he seemed to have deliberately put on, Wei Ran and the other three could not help but notice the tattoo on his right arm.
On this arm, near the wrist, there is a tattoo of Kabbah 1217, while near the shoulder, there is a tattoo of the face of a wild boar with its fangs bared.
Just by looking at these two tattoos, you can tell that this little second lieutenant is probably the platoon leader Wild Boar George.
What a conspicuous bag...
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and finally glanced at the other person's face inadvertently.
A typical American pot lid with his head down, but with a beard so thick that Wei Ran could almost only see his nose - his eyes were covered by a pair of toad glasses.
Hairy times that require a razor...
Wei Ran secretly uttered a second murmur that only he could understand, and without hesitation raised the half-frame camera around his neck to take a picture of the "pink hair dryer" that was not pink at all.
"Let me introduce you"
Angus, who was standing at the edge of the queue, got out of the queue after receiving a look from Captain George the Wild Boar. He first introduced the "three reporters from CBS" enthusiastically, and then introduced Captain George and him.
The glorious glory of cutting wild boars by hand is introduced.
"Alright, let's talk about the rest on the road. It's time for us to set off." Wild Boar George shook hands with Wei Ran and the other three, then waved and gave the order.
In an instant, the soldiers in formation were divided into three groups, running to several other landing pads under the leadership of their respective captains.
"Mr. Zach, Mr. Victor, and Troyer, how about taking our plane?"
Wild Boar George extended an invitation enthusiastically, leading the three Weirans to board the Huey helicopter behind them.
Also riding on this helicopter were the three reporters, Wild Boar George, medic Angus, and the platoon sergeant, a white third-class sergeant who looked as strong as Zach, but not that tall at most.
Brad, and a black signalman named Robert, plus two dark-skinned door gun machine gunners.
After Wei Ran and the other three were ready, and even deliberately waiting for Zach to press the shutter towards him again, Wild Boar George gave the signal to take off.
Although they didn't communicate much, Wei Ran was wary of the platoon leader. From just a few small actions, he could tell that the platoon leader was very good at packaging himself, and he might be a very talented politician.
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On the other hand, in the circle of American soldiers who worship muscle sticks and polish them, the fact that he can become a platoon leader with such a "chicken-like" body shape is enough to explain a lot of problems.
Could he be the black hand who planned the murder in later generations?
Wei Ran looked at the increasingly clear outline of the five-pointed star in the camp outside the cabin door, and his inner vigilance against Platoon Leader Wild Boar George was raised to the maximum level.
