When Wei Ran woke up from his sleep, the sky outside the window had become slightly brighter, and the heavy rain that had been raging all night had stopped at some point.
"A sneeze"
Wei Ran couldn't help but sneeze, and then his whole body shivered.
He reached out and touched his forehead. Fortunately, although his body was a little weak and his head was dizzy, he didn't have a fever.
At this moment, Zach and the other three were also woken up by his sneezing, followed closely by Zach who also sneezed.
"Good morning gentlemen"
Robert stretched out and said hello, then jumped down from his homemade bench with a "pop", and as expected, a splash of water sprayed from the gap in the floor.
"Morning...ah sneeze!"
Before Zach could even finish his greeting, he sneezed loudly again.
"You two, be careful of catching a cold."
Clint said, taking out the cigarettes he had exchanged for the confession book from his pocket, and generously took out two cigarettes and gave them to Wei Ran and Zach, "I have read Robinson Crusoe, I remember
Robinson also had a cold once. He ate some tobacco and took a nap before he recovered. Do you want to try it? This method may work. "
“I think it’s more reliable to light it and inhale it into your lungs.”
Zach said, took the cigarette, asked Clint to help him light it, and took a long puff.
Before the lit matchstick in Clint's hand could reach Wei Ran, the door was pushed open with a bang from the outside, and the matchstick in Clint's hand trembled because of him.
Dropped on the wet floor.
Turning his head to look in the direction of the door, the soldiers who came in helped open the ankle chains of the four people under the vigilance of a companion standing outside the door with a gun.
However, what Robert and Clint didn't expect was that the soldier responsible for unlocking the door pointed at them and then waved to them to follow.
Watching the two surprised inmates leave, Wei Ran and Zac looked at each other. The latter reached out and handed over the cigarette in his hand. After Wei Ran lit his cigarette and returned it to him, this
Then he whispered, "What are your plans for what happened last night?"
"I think it's an opportunity," Wei Ran replied without thinking, "I want to escape."
Of course he had to escape from the prisoner of war camp, which was originally one of his return missions.
"I can guess why Troyer did this."
Zach took a long drag on his cigarette, "He hopes to publish those photos through me, an American who escaped from a prisoner of war camp."
"So what are you going to do?" Wei Ran threw the question back.
"What he wanted to do, I originally wanted to do." Zach glanced out the window, "And I've had enough of being in a prisoner of war camp."
"Now it's up to them what plan they can come up with."
Wei Ran also looked out the window, secretly wondering how much risk he would face in escaping this time.
The next morning, Wei Ran followed Zach and fully experienced life in a prisoner of war camp for most of the day.
Generally speaking, they are relatively free here, and they are not locked in pig cages, soaked in water, and electrocuted at every turn, as shown in later American movies.
Generally speaking, except for those like Zach and myself who have "jobs" and need to complete tasks such as feeding chickens or cleaning the chicken coop, the rest are completely "free range".
Some energetic ones would even use the sports equipment exchanged for confessions to organize small competitions, small gambling games and the like for fun.
Of course, there are also those who are more lazy. Not only is their thatched house filled with a strong smell of urine, but it is also surrounded by piles of their own excrement like mines.
Some of them, whether they were disabled on the battlefield or were tortured, were in much worse condition than Wei Ran and Zac before they took a bath yesterday.
There are people who are miserable than the two of them, and there are people who are better off than the two of Robert.
Those prisoners of war who "provided important intelligence" and "propaganda value" not only lived in brick houses near the wall, but also had much better food.
Unlike them, there are only two meals a day of vegetable soup that never changes, and extra tofu cubes only once a week.
After completing the routine roll call in the morning, cleaning the chicken coop, and feeding the chickens, Wei Ran and Zach took some time off after eating a swill-like breakfast. Robert and Clint, on the other hand, were there from beginning to end.
None of them came back.
"Were they both arrested and tortured?"
At the door of the cabin, a bored Zach guessed to himself, "Maybe they recognized Troyer?"
"He's not that stupid"
Wei Ran said firmly, "He will definitely avoid interviews with the two of them."
"Troyer is already a qualified reporter."
Zach leaned on the steps behind him with his elbows, looked up at the blue sky and said, "I really want to see the photos he took and the press releases he wrote while standing in the other camp."
"Speaking of this"
Wei Ran snapped to attract the other person's attention, and at the same time lowered his voice, "Do you remember what we talked about yesterday? Wild Boar George found your press release and sent it to CBS."
"How could I not remember?" Zach snorted, "This is one of the reasons why I decided to escape."
"So the next question is"
Wei Ran pointed to the top of his head, "Do you know where this is? In other words, do you know how far it is from Da Nang? We were unable to leave when we were captured the first time, so I don't think we can escape this time.
"
"Maybe... maybe Troyer has something to do." Zack replied insincerely.
"hope so"
As Wei Ran spoke, he couldn't help but look at the wall in the distance again and the barbed wire stretched on the wall.
Knowing that there was no hope of escaping with his own abilities, Wei Ran began to study the iron hoops on his feet and the huge bell.
We passed the time almost bored until noon. As the sun rose above our heads, the prisoner-of-war camp, which had no trees to provide shade, became increasingly sultry due to the water vapor evaporating from the ground.
Just under the scorching sun filled with the chirping of cicadas, Robert and Clint also walked back happily. They also put on new prison uniforms, and the pockets of the prison uniforms were also bulging with stuff.
"You are finally back"
Zach greeted warmly, and Robert immediately took out a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand. At the same time, Clint also took out a whole pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.
The box of matches was handed to Wei Ran.
"We had an interview with a reporter, a decent interview."
Clint said, lighting a cigarette for himself, "We can finally answer the questions asked by reporters this time freely, without having to read from a script."
"They even took photos of us."
Robert said equally beamingly, "Maybe my family can see it, and then they will know that I am still alive."
"Zach, Victor."
Clint puffed out a cloud of smoke and reminded with a slightly serious tone, "Did that reporter also take photos for you?"
"It was filmed, what happened?" Wei Ran asked knowingly.
"If George sees your photos too..."
Clint paused and said hesitantly, "You might be in danger, and even your family might be in danger."
"Unless you give him those photo negatives you hid originally."
Robert said equally seriously, "Although we really don't like you using those photos to blackmail us into keeping your identities secret, it was just based on the suggestion of a friend."
“Thank you for your advice”
Zach paused and looked at the two of them equally seriously, "So can you tell me what kind of person the real Wild Boar George is?"
"At least he didn't kill a wild boar with a Kaaba saber as he boasted"
Clint muttered, "He...I don't know how to describe him, but he's like a lunatic pretending to be a normal person."
“You’re right”
Robert echoed, "And there is no bottom line, and..."
"What?" Zach asked with interest.
"I suddenly remembered something that probably only I knew."
Robert grinned widely and said, "This was told to me by the former medic of Team T. Of course, I'm not talking about Angus, but his former medic."
"Tell me about it?"
"Mr. Reporter, if I remember correctly, I am paid to provide you with gossip." Robert hinted bluntly.
"I can't bring you anything decent right now." Zach spread his hands, "I even asked you for cigarettes."
"How about the IOU?"
Robert said greedily, "I want five hundred dollars, and I guarantee that the information I provide is worth the money."
"I always want to know what the news is about," Zach said equally seriously.
"about..."
Robert thought for a while and said, "About the news that even if you return the negatives of those photos to Robert, he may still be able to kill you."
"Looks like I'm really going to write an IOU worth $500," Zach whistled.
"I'll find a way to get a pen."
Before he finished speaking, Robert stood up and said as he walked towards the chicken coop, "When I find the pen and when you write the IOU, I will tell you what I know."
"Dont look at me"
Clint spread his hands, "I can't think of any gossip worth $500."
Zach spread his hands and said, "If you have one, I wouldn't mind writing an extra IOU."
"I wish I had too." Clint glanced in Robert's direction with envy.
After a while, Robert had come back, holding a bright turkey feather in one hand and holding his pocket in the other hand, as if he was hiding something good.
"Clint, look what I found!" Robert whispered excitedly from a distance.
"What good stuff?" Clint stood up immediately after hearing this, subconsciously walked over and looked at the pocket that Robert was covering with his hands.
"Bang!"
"oh--!"
Robert suddenly punched Clint on the nose, not lightly but not hard, and Clint also let out a scream.
"Robert! Are you crazy?"
Clint, who was crying in pain, covered his hands and cursed, "My nose is bleeding!"
"Hey! Sorry"
Robert, the black communications soldier, grinned and apologized without sincerity. Then, before Clint, who was holding his nose, could speak, he continued, "I'll ask Zach to write you an IOU for $100 later."
, in exchange, how about lending me some of your nosebleeds to use as ink?"
As he spoke, Robert handed the turkey feathers in his hand to the stunned Zach, then tore open the cigarette case and handed over the two layers of cigarette paper inside and outside, "Just dip the feathers in Colin's
Write down the IOU, one for one hundred dollars, one for 400 dollars, and then I will tell you what I know, and if you think it is worth the money, give us the IOU."
"What if you think it's not worth it?" Zach asked, half jokingly, half seriously.
"Can you at least pay Clint a hundred dollars for the ink?" Robert asked with a simple face.
This old black guy is such a dangerous spirit!
Wei Ran cursed secretly, how could he not see that Robert used Clint's nosebleeds as ink for a high price of 100 US dollars, which was completely pulling him into trouble!
In fact, in addition to pulling Clint into the trap, he also hinted to Zach that if the incident was exposed, he would put the blame for the revelation on Clint.
To put it simply, this one hundred US dollars is not so much the sealing fee as it is the benefit fee for taking the blame!
Zach shook his head, and also understood Robert's hint, and happily extended his feathers to Clint, "Do you want to make this 100 US dollars?"
"certainly!"
Without thinking, Clint stretched out his hand with the nosebleed dripping from it. Anyway, the nosebleed had already come out, so it would be a waste not to use it.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Obviously, he did not realize that the one hundred dollar IOU was not so easy to get.
Dipping the tip of a feather into Clint's nosebleed, Zach wrote two IOUs on two cigarette pack wrappers.
"Let Victor keep this IOU first."
Robert took the two IOUs and looked at them. He first handed the one belonging to Clint to the other party, and then handed the 400 IOU to Wei Ran.
Before the other three people could speak, Robert pointed to the chicken coop not far away, "Zach, let's go there and talk."
"no problem"
Zach threw away the blood-stained feathers in his hands and followed Robert towards the direction of the chicken coop.
"Zach is such a damn rich man," Clint sighed with envy as he flicked the IOU written with his own nosebleed.
"Do you think George is capable of taking action against such a rich man?" Wei Ran asked pointedly.
"After the bullet is fired, it will not be avoided just because the person it is targeting is richer."
Clint shook the IOU to let it dry faster and said matter-of-factly, "Of course, the skin of rich people is not tougher than the skin of poor people, and they can't stop bullets either."
"That makes sense." Wei Ran nodded noncommittally.
Within a few words, Robert and Zach, who looked shocked and disgusted, came back.
"Victor, give that IOU to Robert." Zach said and waved to him, "Then come here quickly!"
After handing the IOU to Robert, Wei Ran quickly ran towards Zach and followed him to the edge of the chicken coop.
"What is the news price..."
"Brad, do you still remember Brad, the T-platoon sergeant who was killed by us on the helicopter?" Zach asked almost against Wei Ran's ear.
"Remember, what's wrong?" Wei Ran looked at Zach in confusion.
"he..."
The reporter was almost dancing and gesticulating, but he seemed to be at a loss for words. For a moment, he couldn't find a suitable adjective to describe the news he knew.
"he..."
Zach scratched his long hair, "He and George are lovers?"
"What?" Wei Ran didn't react for a moment.
"And the relationship is very good." Zach grinned, "The relationship is very good, gay. To put it simply, we killed George's lover, Victor. I suddenly remembered that you seemed to have guessed about the wild boar George and his
The platoon sergeant went to bed. I felt sick at first, but I didn’t expect you to guess right."
"It's a bit disgusting," Wei Ran grinned, "But as far as I know, gays in the army seem to..."
"Do you remember what I told you back then?"
Zach lowered his voice a little lower, "The T-Team's scandal ended with a black soldier resisting all charges and dying in action soon after. After that, a medic tried to expose T-Team, and then he
Also dead."
"Remember"
Wei Ran nodded, "It was also because of the information that the medical soldier sent before he died that you..."
"That's right"
Zach nodded before Wei Ran finished speaking, "But the information Robert just got was actually from the black man who took the blame. He was not the former medical soldier. The reason why it was the black soldier who took the blame was because
He ruined what George and Brad were doing."
"It's really complicated," Wei Ran said pointedly, "It seems that Robert also hopes that someone can expose this matter."
"This is the mission of journalists, isn't it?" Zach said matter-of-factly.
"My mission is not to be used as a gun by one person after another..."
Wei Ran muttered secretly, how could he not see that the black man Robert seemed to be equally happy to see Zach create some trouble for George, but being able to see it did not mean that he could understand the reason why the big black man did this.
It can't be...he can't be like the medic Angus back then and degenerate himself just to collect evidence, right?
In his wild thoughts, Charlie also walked over with two soldiers with live ammunition. Around his neck, there was also a Nikon big F camera that once belonged to Zach.
"The two of them, I want to conduct additional interviews with the two of them."
Charlie pointed at Wei Ran and Zac beside the chicken pen, and spoke in Yuejun to the soldiers beside him.
Hearing this, the two soldiers walked up to Wei Ran and Zac without saying a word, grabbed their arms with one hand, and grabbed the collar of the back of their neck with the other.
At the same time, Wei Ran and Zac also exclaimed in tacit agreement.
"Take them to the interview room" Charlie waved, turned and walked towards the wall.
I was brought into the interview room again. This time Li Youfu was not there, and there was no food on the table. Instead, there was a coffee pot.
After pouring a cup of coffee for each of Wei Ran and Wei Ran, Charlie said in English, "Please sit down, gentlemen. I just want to add a few questions to the interview."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Zac, who had been pretending to be nervous just now, let out a sigh of relief and sat down next to the table in no particular order.
After the two soldiers left and helped close the door from the outside, Charlie asked some irrelevant questions while pushing a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches to the two people sitting opposite, while not
Forgot to wink.
Hearing this, Detective Wei Ran picked up the cigarette case, popped out two cigarettes and gave one to Zach, then opened the matchbox, ignored the note hidden inside, took out a match and lit it
He lit the cigarettes that the two of them had in their mouths.
After looking at the door and the narrow window, Wei Ran took out the piece of paper while Zach was answering, opened it, read the content written on it, then stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it silently.
.
After spending more than ten minutes answering some questions about why they didn't write a confession, Wei Ran and the two were pushed out of the interview room. Charlie also took the two soldiers and invited two prisoners of war to come back and continue his work.
Interview.
"What did you say?" Zach asked in a low voice.
"In the past few days, it has been raining, and we are forced to bathe outside in the rain every night until we catch a cold."
Wei Ran paused and continued, "Then they will take us away from here to film the medical treatment and haircut. We will kidnap Charlie on the way and escape.
In addition, we have to temporarily persuade...no, lure, lure Robert and Clint to escape from prison with us."
"What else?" Zach stopped and asked in a low voice while looking around.
"After escaping, immediately separate from Robert and Clint, and let them draw firepower to create conditions for us."
Wei Ran whispered, "Troye has gone to collect wind. We need to catch a cold as soon as possible in the past few days."
"Won't this cause trouble for them?" Zach asked with a frown, "I mean Troyer, will it cause him trouble?"
"Don't you know his purpose? And instead of worrying about him, you should worry about yourself. Even with their help, I don't think escaping is very easy."
Wei Ran reminded in a calm tone that now that it has reached this point, in order to complete the return mission, even if Zach doesn't want to run, he has to tie him up and carry him away, and he believes that even Li Youfu probably has the same intention.
.
Zach obviously thought of this, and perhaps because of this, he fell silent after Wei Ran reminded him.
For the rest of the afternoon, Zach was so absent-minded that even when he was picking up turkey eggs, he almost forgot about one turkey egg for each person.
"Boom!"
In the evening of that day, while everyone was queuing up to receive their swill dinner, the sky was gradually covered by dark clouds, and dull thunder could be heard in the distance.
“I hate the increasingly difficult rainy season.”
Clint, who was at the front of the queue, complained angrily and walked towards the wooden house where the four of them lived, carrying a bowl of pumpkin and cabbage soup without tofu.
"Crack!"
After the lightning, a closer thunder rushed into everyone's ears. Zach, who had just received the dinner, couldn't help but tremble and almost threw the bowl in his hand.
Before the heavy rain fell, Wei Ran, who also received a bowl of swill soup, also noticed Charlie in the distance who was holding a camera to take pictures of the prisoners of war lining up.
Was this incident a personal act of the two of them, or was it someone else's instruction?
Wei Ran looked at Charlie in the distance and Li Youfu, who couldn't be found after searching around, and secretly wondered whether Zach's escape from the prisoner of war camp was a "personal act" or a "conspiracy" of "official guidance".
Or, is Li Youfu, who has not shown up at this time, really just a reporter...
