Chapter 430 The appearances of all living beings in the tent
Carrying the three people's water bottles and leaving the tent, Wei Ran hid in the shadows and eavesdropped for a moment on Tom and Randy's admonitions to Marshall, and then he walked confidently to the back of the wreckage of a bulldozer in the distance.
After looking around and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, he took out the oil barrel filled with cold beer from the metal book, and then turned on the flashlight.
Feeling the cold temperature of the oil barrel, Wei Ran unscrewed the lids of the three kettles as quickly as possible, then took off a cup from the lid, took a full cup of beer and carefully poured it into the kettle.
inside...
After carefully filling the four kettles, Wei Ran immediately turned off the flashlight and put away the oil drums.
After looking around, Wei Ran picked up a kettle filled with beer, but he was not in a hurry to go back. Instead, he was looking for a campground with something wrong.
However, after walking around in a circle, except for being stopped several times by vigilant sentries, he did not find the location of Will's company.
I walked back to the tent with some disappointment. After a while, there were already several open cans placed on the ammunition box in the center of the tent.
The food in these cans is quite rich. In addition to three cans of beef stew and beans with the smell of tomato sauce, there are also three cans of meat stew and vegetables, a few sausages, a plate of turkey and two cut apples.
In the helmet in the center, there were several packs of nine-packs of cigarettes. As for the ingredients that later generations of Hanbangzi used to cook military hot pot, they appeared, as expected, in a wooden box containing garbage at their feet.
"Did you really get the beer?" Marshall sniffed as he spoke, "I can smell the beer! Where did you get it from?!"
“It doesn’t matter where you got it.”
As Wei Ran spoke, he distributed three heavy kettles to the three of them, and then placed his own kettle on the wooden box.
“It’s still ice!”
Pastor Tom exclaimed after taking the kettle, and then immediately lowered his voice, "Randy! Go fast and fasten the tent door! Hang two more cans on it!"
"Right away! Right now!"
Randy, who was about to unscrew the kettle lid, immediately stopped what he was doing, dug out two empty cans from the wooden box containing garbage, and ran to the door with familiarity. After fastening the tent door, he took out the iron sheet in his hand.
The box is stuck on top.
Marshall, who was also familiar with the process, pulled out a glass jar from under the bed, put the flashlight used as lighting in it, and put a helmet on it.
This ingenious little arrangement immediately reduced the brightness in the tent. Only a faint light came from the gap between the helmet supported by the glass jar and the ammunition box that served as a table, but it was just enough for lighting.
The four people in the tent could see the cans that had been heated and the people sitting around them.
"Come here and sit down!"
Pastor Tom greeted everyone impatiently, but he himself had already unscrewed the lid of the kettle, and skillfully used the cup he took out in advance to catch the foam that came out of the mouth of the pot.
"God bless you! Where did this beer come from? It's so full of energy?!"
"Tom, this kind of good thing has nothing to do with God!" Randy rushed over and patted Wei Ran on the shoulder and said, "We have to thank Victor!"
“I really want to thank Victor”
After Marshall, the bastard, unscrewed his own kettle, he roughly sucked the foam that came out and joked in a low voice, "If Mr. God can bring us beer, he should be able to help us capture the high ground on the opposite side.
But in fact, he can’t do anything. He will only ask me to confess to him. What should I confess to? Am I confessing that he was not nailed firmly enough?”
"Shut your stinky mouth!"
Pastor Tom said angrily, "Marshall! You bastard should be burned to death! Now keep your promise and apologize to Victor!"
Marshall was stunned, stood up awkwardly and was about to say something, but found that Wei Ran, who was sitting opposite him, waved his hand first, holding up a half-filled metal cup and said, "Forget about apologizing, how about we have a drink together?"
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"I'm starting to like you bastard"
Marshall grinned, unscrewed the pot lid completely, filled the matching metal cup half full, and happily clinked it with the cup in Wei Ran's hand.
"Wait, there's me too!" Randy, the stretcher bearer, hurriedly poured half a glass of beer and added it.
"And me!" Pastor Tom also raised his glass.
"Won't your Lord have a drink with us?" Marshall continued teasingly.
"I'm already off work." Pastor Tom smiled, "I don't want to drink with my boss during the break."
"I thought you were as religious as me." Randy looked at Tom opposite him in disbelief. It was hard to imagine that those words just came from the mouth of this military chaplain.
"Of course I'm religious, but I'm not fanatical."
Under the dim light, a trace of bitterness appeared on Tom's face, "Although what this bastard Marshall said is hard to hear, I have to admit that on the battlefield, the only people God can help are those who are dying. He is not even as good as Victor."
The morphine provided is very effective.”
"If you want to talk about God's work, then I'll drink first." Wei Ran changed the subject in the same teasing tone.
"Come together!" The bitterness on Pastor Tom's face disappeared, "I hope we can all live until the end of the war!"
"Cheers!" After Marshall said this, he couldn't wait to put the cup to his mouth and took a big sip.
"cheers!"
Wei Ran and the three of them looked at each other and smiled, then took a big gulp of cold, mellow beer into their mouths.
"These beers taste really good!" Marshall praised, "It tastes like the beer I brew at home."
"Are you from Texas?" Wei Ran patted his arm as he spoke, indicating that he saw Marshall's tattoo.
"Mississippi"
Marshall gave a completely different answer, "When I was 20 years old, I had to move to Mississippi because I shot a black man with a gun. However, I was indeed a Texan before I was 20 years old. My grandfather is still living on a farm in Texas."
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This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "How can you say such a thing so frankly?" Randy shook his head in shock, "But I am also from Texas."
"You too?" Wei Ran looked at Randy in surprise. Just now he thought Marshall was the real owner who brought back the human skull, but he didn't expect that Randy was also from Texas.
"I've lived in Texas since I was a kid."
Randy said proudly, "Many warships of the Navy were built in Houston, and my father worked in the shipyard. Therefore, the warship we are riding on was probably built by my father."
"Okay, how about we raise a cup again for the sake of Texas and our father who built our warships?" Marshall suggested.
"Cheers!" Randy responded immediately, and everyone also took a big gulp of cold beer into their mouths.
"Tom, what about you?" Wei Ran picked up a piece of apple and stuffed it into his mouth, laughing and teasing, "Don't tell me you're from Texas too."
"I'm from Hawaii"
Tom poured his own wine and said, "Before the war started, I worked in my father's weapons store, which was less than two streets away from Pearl Harbor."
"That store across from the strip bar?" Randy asked with his eyes wide.
“That’s it”
Tom pulled out his 1911 pistol and put it on the table, "Of course, I'm also a priest. But since those bastards bombed Pearl Harbor and wiped out my family's store and took my father away, I decided to join the army.
, Speaking of which, this is my first time on the battlefield."
"The enviable rich man"
Marshall eagerly picked up the pistol on the table, "I also went to your store before the war started. At that time, I fell in love with this gorgeous pistol that didn't look like a weapon, but it was too expensive and cost me all my money.
It’s on those strippers, you can’t even afford it.”
"This is the last pistol left in my father's weapons store," Tom sighed. "The rest were destroyed by the Japanese plane that came down."
"Feel sorry"
The other three people sitting around sighed, and Marshall finally got smart. He put down Tom's pistol and changed the subject and asked, "Victor, what about you? Where are you from? Texas?"
"I'm not from Texas," Weiran said after hesitating for a moment, "I'm from Alaska."
"Just hearing this name makes me feel cold," Randy said in an exaggerated manner, obviously trying to liven up the atmosphere and try to help Pastor Tom forget the sad things.
"I heard there are a lot of gold mines in Alaska?"
Marshall widened his eyes and asked, "If it weren't for this war, I might have become a gold digger. You won't believe it, but I once picked up a natural gold nugget as big as a grenade in a tributary of the Mississippi River!
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"Really? As big as a grenade?!" Randy looked at Marshall suspiciously, and even Pastor Tom looked up.
"Of course it's true!" Marshall said confidently, followed by "What a pity..."
"What's a pity?" Randy and Tom asked in unison, but Wei Ran's expression of suspicion became more and more obvious.
"Unfortunately, when I woke up, I found that I was sleeping on the hotel bed, and my wallet had been taken away by the beautiful girl I met the night before."
"You bastard!"
Pastor Tom reacted first and angrily threw the box of matches he had just picked up on Marshall.
"I almost want to go gold mining with you after the war is over," Randy complained in disappointment.
"If I could discover a gold mine, I wouldn't be bored enough to join the army."
Marshall grinned wildly, raised his glass, drank the remaining beer in it, and then continued to pour cold beer into it.
“I originally wanted to work in a shipyard.”
Randy sighed, "But my friend Adam also said that he wanted to join the army. I didn't know what to think at the time, so I went to the place where he signed up for the military draft with him. Now I don't even think about what to do with him when we go back.
Adam's parents said he had been sacrificed."
"I'm here to pay my father," Tom said bitterly, "but my job is to be a priest, and I don't even have the guts to shoot at the enemy."
"Killing is easy"
Marshall said with an indifferent expression, "But I do envy your job as a pastor. Not only is your military rank higher than ours, but you can also live in such a big tent by yourself."
“That’s the beauty of working for God.”
Pastor Tom spread his hands and said, "If you don't mind, you can stay here. I've already said hello in advance."
"Speaking of which, how did you three get together?" Wei Ran, who had been listening just now, asked.
"Originally I just invited Randy to come and live with me."
Pastor Tom held up the cup and said, "After all, Adam died not long ago, and I carried the tent with him for several hours."
"Where's Marshall?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"This bastard got into a fight with someone else."
Pastor Tom said helplessly, "I just didn't want to see him being sent to a military court after beating others to death, so I brought him here."
"This bastard thing can really cause trouble."
Wei Ran grinned and muttered to himself. He was pointed at a gun by Marshall as soon as he entered the battlefield. This guy had killed people before joining the army, and he almost beat others to death just now. He could almost bear all the bad deeds like this.
The title of "scum".
"I just don't want to keep driving bulldozers."
Marshall spread his hands and lowered his voice and said excitedly, "Friends, I saw fire-breathing tanks landing this afternoon."
"So?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion.
"Driving a bulldozer is not as exciting as driving a fire-breathing tank!"
Marshall raised his cup and clinked it with the three of them, "I only had a conflict with that bastard because I wanted to drive a fire-breathing tank."
Randy shook his head helplessly, "It's weird that you can drive a fire-breathing tank."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Definitely!" Marshall said confidently, but obviously had no intention of continuing to explain.
Although he did not explain, Pastor Tom seemed to see something. He just shook his head helplessly and reminded, "Marshall, you'd better calm down your brain. You are sending yourself to death."
"That's more interesting than driving a bulldozer. I can't wait until those lonely girls ask me how many people I killed on the battlefield when I leave the battlefield. I tell them that I have been driving a bulldozer, right?"
Marshall took a sip of beer and continued with a belch, "And do you know how I got the rank of sergeant? I crushed more than a dozen enemies to death with a bulldozer on Saipan."
"Wait! Are you the Marshall who is desperate for his life?!"
Randy's eyes widened, "I've heard of you, you are the life-threatening Marshall, right?"
"What do you mean, Marshall, who is desperate for his life?" Wei Ran asked doubtfully.
Randy glanced at Marshall, whose face was full of indifference, and then said, "I heard it from a sailor on the ship. He said that there was a crazy engineer on Saipan who drove a bulldozer and crushed a dozen Japanese to death.
I heard that several were buried alive, Marshall, are they talking about you?"
"it's me"
Marshall spread his hands, "Those Japanese charged our position like idiots. I happened to be using an armored bulldozer to push the bunker, so I rushed over directly."
"What about being buried alive? Is it true to be buried alive?" Randy asked with a pale face.
"My commander said we don't need any prisoners, not even one."
Marshall explained with an innocent face, "I only had a pistol with me at the time, and I didn't even have extra bullets. It was raining heavily that day, and I didn't want to leave the cab to find bullets, so I had to bury them."
"You are simply a devil!" Pastor Tom paused, raised his glass and said, "But it sounds really enjoyable!"
"I thought you were going to judge me for God again."
Marshall smiled stupidly, raised his cup and clinked it with the other person. After taking a sip, he asked, "Victor, what about you? Why did you join the army?"
"For world peace," Wei Ran replied in a matter-of-fact tone.
“That’s a good reason”
Pastor Tom nodded in agreement, "As long as those madmen who provoke war are killed, the world will definitely usher in peace."
Marshall nodded similarly and added, "It would definitely be more peaceful if there were no black people."
"Shut your stinky mouth!" Pastor Tom said angrily, "Black people are also God's children."
"OK, black people are children of God"
Hun Buqing said to Marshall, "You are all God's children, only I am not, okay?"
"Sooner or later you will need God's forgiveness." Randy sighed after saying, "When will I get the rank of sergeant?"
Marshall grinned widely and said, "If you want, I can lend you my bulldozer."
"Forget it!" Randy shook his head with a pale face, "Stop talking about the bulldozer, I almost have pictures in my mind."
"We really need to change the subject."
Tom put away the sidearm he had just taken out, "It doesn't matter whether this bastard Marshall will drive a fire-breathing tank, but I do know that Victor won't have to go to the front line tomorrow."
Seeing that the topic turned to him again, Wei Ran put down the cold cup and asked, "I don't have to go to the front line anymore? Why?"
"Why else?"
Randy, the stretcher bearer, spread his hands and said, "Even an idiot knows that it is a complete waste for a medical soldier who can perform surgery to go to the front line. You can save more people in the rear hospital."
"What about you?" Wei Ran asked worriedly.
"Of course I will continue to be a stretcher bearer," Randy said matter-of-factly.
"I'll be a stretcher bearer with Randy."
Pastor Tom said firmly, "Before landing on Guam, I thought my job was to listen to the confessions of soldiers at the rear, but my experience during the day made me realize that those soldiers who were about to die on the front line were the ones who needed me the most.
That’s the only way I can really help them.”
"It seems that after the desperate bulldozer driver Marshall, there will be another desperate pastor Tom in this tent."
Marshall said, picking up the cup and standing up, "But no matter what, let's use the last glass of wine to wish that we can all be reunited in this tent at this time tomorrow?"
"You drink so fast"
Randy, the stretcher bearer, muttered, quickly poured all the remaining beer in the kettle into the cup, stood up and said, "Just like what this bastard Marshall said, I hope we are all here tomorrow."
"And there's also cold beer to drink," Pastor Tom joked and stood up.
Wei Ran also stood up and said, "You guys try to come back safely, and I'll try to get some more beer back then."
"cheers!"
"Cheers!" In the deliberately suppressed cheers, everyone drank all the beer in their glasses.
"It would be nice if we had cold beer every day, this place is hotter than the Texas desert in the summer."
Marshall greedily shook the last drop of wine in the cup into his mouth. After burping, he reached out and took out a pack of cigarettes from his helmet, tore it open, took out one and lit it.
"It would be better if there were a few more women." As Randy spoke, he also took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff.
"How did I know you two bastards?"
Tom, who also lit up a cigarette, handed the cigarette case and matches to Wei Ran. When the latter refused, he immediately said, "You should learn from Victor. He is a veritable angel on the battlefield."
"Tom, I have a religious question to ask you."
Marshall, who was already lying on the bed, asked while puffing away, "Is the angel a man or a woman?"
"Shut your stinky mouth!"
Tom, who was teased again, angrily threw the cigarettes and matches that had just been rejected by Wei Ran at Marshall, and then the four of them laughed in unison.
"Marshall, what's the matter with your chest injury?" Wei Ran asked as he chose the bed closest to the tent door and lay down.
"nothing"
Marshall replied nonchalantly, "When the hospital was shelled, a glass shard from nowhere flew into the cab of the bulldozer and opened a hole in my chest. I should have closed the armored door if I had known better.
Yes, but the weather is so hot, it’s like an oven inside.”
"It's unbelievable that God allowed a bastard like you to survive," Randy couldn't help but mutter.
Pastor Tom joked, "I guess God and Satan don't want such bastards to pollute heaven and hell."
"Regardless of God or Satan, if they want to invite me, I hope they can bring a bulldozer."
Marshall grinned widely and said, "I will definitely help them push out a beautiful bunker or landing dock. When the time comes, whoever accepts me, I will help them fight the other one. I am experienced!"
"May there be no bulldozers or bastards named Marshall in heaven and hell," Wei Ran sighed seriously.
"May there be no stretcher-bearer named Randy and no pastor named Tom in heaven and earth." Marshall agreed with a serious sigh, "I am sincere this time and I am not joking."
"You bastard finally said a sincere blessing." Randy echoed with suppressed laughter.
Pastor Tom shook his head angrily, and while turning off the flashlight he used for lighting, he said, "Although Randy is right, I still want to shoot you in the head."
Before he finished speaking, the small tent was filled with the laughter of everyone and the sound of artillery fire coming from outside from time to time.
"I hope they all survive."
Wei Ran muttered to himself, closed his tired eyes with a little bit of drunkenness, and soon started snoring like the other three people.
