Following the stretcher carried by Randy and the two of them back to the field hospital in the rear, far away, Wei Ran saw a man wearing a priest's robe, holding a Bible stained with blood, and standing with a cane.
Tom, who was upright, was devoutly saying mass for the corpses that had been brought back.
Although the time was not right, the occasion was slightly inappropriate, and the content of the prayer sounded more like a generous and tragic plan to launch a victory against the heretics.
But it is undeniable that the almost solid depressive atmosphere lingering around, and the murderous aura emanating from the bodies of the soldiers who devoutly crossed themselves on their chests, all imply that this first time
The feudal superstitious activities spearheaded by priests who took to the battlefield were no less inspiring than those political commissars who led the charge in the Soviet Red Army at the same time.
After Tom finished celebrating the mass for the fallen soldiers, Dr. Harrison and Nurse Jenny also approached Wei Ran who was watching from a distance.
"Mr. Tom is the most pious priest I have ever seen." Nurse Jenny said while crossing herself on her chest.
"And he has a compassionate heart."
Harrison also crossed himself on his chest, then changed the subject and said, "Victor, I'm glad to see that you are not injured. If you are willing, please stay and help us tomorrow. No one will do it again this time."
You drive me away, I promise."
"I will listen to your arrangements." Wei Ran agreed happily.
"I apologize for those idiots about what happened at noon." Harrison continued.
"It's okay." Wei Ran waved his hand and asked nonchalantly, "How was your afternoon?"
“Busy as usual”
Dr. Harrison beat his stiff shoulders, "It can even be said that my workload has increased significantly since you went to the front line. I should have known that I should have stayed farther away from your operating room."
"And the doctor who replaced you is slowly driving me crazy."
Nurse Jenny said with a headache, "I just got used to your speed this morning. As a result, I even had to wait for him a lot in the afternoon, which made me even more tired."
"It seems like everyone is having a bad afternoon." Listening to the complaints from these two non-friends, Wei Ran felt inexplicably better.
“Really not that good”
Jenny raised her chin towards Tom who was slowly moving this way on crutches, holding back a smile and jokingly said, "But the worst one is probably our pastor. In addition, his butt is really white, and there are...
His wife’s tattoo…”
Nurse Jenny deliberately raised her voice in the last sentence. The image of Tom, who was originally wearing a priest's robe, as a servant of God, instantly collapsed. He responded helplessly, "Jenny, are you really planning to let the soldiers of the entire Third Marine Division know about me?"
Is there anything written on your butt?"
"Don't worry Tom!"
Jenny put her hands to her mouth and made them into a trumpet shape, holding back her laughter and whispered, "I won't let your good friends Victor and Randy know that you have 'Tom Fella' tattooed on your butt.
Mr. Rowe is the personal property of Ms. Lauren Rafter's words!"
"Hey!" Pastor Tom's face turned red instantly, "You promised to keep it a secret!"
"Don't worry Tom!"
Wei Ran waved his hand seriously, "I didn't hear the words 'Mr. Tom Ferraro is the personal property of Ms. Lauren Rafter' tattooed on your butt."
"I didn't even hear that you had the words 'Mr. Tom Ferraro is the personal property of Ms. Lauren Rafter' tattooed on your butt." Randy, who was trying to hold back his laughter, spoke unscrupulously.
Laughed out loud.
"never mind"
Tom, who had a good temper, shook his head in confusion, "How did I know you bastards?"
"Mr. Tom," Dr. Harrison, who had been silent just now, smiled, "I will also keep it a secret for you."
"Just take it as such"
Pastor Tom gave up his defense completely and wisely changed the subject and said, "For Victor's sake, how about I not go to the casualty tent?"
"You're worried about being seen..."
"Shut up!" Pastor Tom gave Randy an angry middle finger.
"For Victor's sake, and for Ms. Lauren Rafter's sake, you can sleep in your own tent." After Dr. Harrison finished speaking, he and Jenny laughed out loud again.
.
Finally, Harrison and Nurse Jenny were sent away. Wei Ran and Randy helped Tom hobble back to the tent not far away. On this short road of a few dozen meters, Randy, who was very curious, tried again and again.
Bring the topic to Tom's butt tattoo.
Finally being forced to do nothing, Tom stood in front of the tent door and broke the pot and explained, "Okay, don't ask anymore, it's just that my wife is worried that I will be with another woman outside again."
Wei Ran opened the curtain and helped the other person go inside while saying, "If you hadn't had a precedent before, it would only prove that your family status is really hard to explain."
"Can the talk about my tattoo be over?"
Tom took off his robe with the help of Wei Ran, then lay on the bed with difficulty and said, "Randy, go to the dining car and see if you can get some food besides canned food. I saw the dining car coming today.
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"Leave it to me!" Randy, not doubting his presence, quickly picked up the lunch box including Marshall and ran out.
"Has Randy told you about Marshall?" Tom waited until Randy ran away and then asked immediately.
"I told you," Wei Ran replied nonchalantly, "Don't worry, I won't blame him."
"I'm very happy that you think so." Tom was obviously relieved, but then he didn't know what to say.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran took the initiative and asked, "Tom, do you know anything about the military police captain?"
"I don't know much about it." Tom shook his head. "No one wants to tell me too much about the military police captain, but his brother has indeed taken over Marshall's job."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Before Wei Ran could say anything more, Randy had already ran back excitedly with his lunch box, "Tom, you are right, starting today we finally don't have to eat."
Those disgusting cans."
Wei Ran stood up after hearing this, "In that case, I'll go get some beer and come back."
"Can you still get beer?" Randy asked in surprise.
“It shouldn’t be a big problem”
Wei Ran prepared the ground for the two of them in advance, then took their water bottles and walked out of the tent.
When he came back, the kettle was naturally filled with cold beer, but unfortunately, Marshall still didn't come back.
Although the four of them had only been together for three short days, and although Marshall was a complete bastard, Wei Ran and the other three still began to worry about his safety, so much so that even the originally good dinner and those precious beers were ruined.
It's tasteless.
Deliberately not talking about the topic of Marshall, the three of them filled their stomachs randomly and then lay on the bed. While enjoying the cool breeze blowing from the sea, they also endured the pain that had tortured them for two nights.
The big mosquito bites wantonly.
After spending the night tossing and turning, the day came again, and Marshall still hadn't come back. But Randy had to continue his work as a stretcher bearer, and Wei Ran once again walked into the increasingly solid operating room.
Even Tom was not idle. Although the military chaplain could not continue to team up with Randy to carry the stretcher due to his butt injury, he limped into the tent full of wounded people with crutches and comforted him.
He would lead the soldiers who were wrapped in gauze, or read them a passage from the blood-soaked Bible in his hand, or even lead them in singing some religious songs.
Amidst the songs sung from time to time in the tents of the wounded, the health workers in the operating room became more and more leisurely. By the time it was approaching afternoon, not only were there no wounded, but the sounds of firefights outside were getting farther and farther away, and in the end they could only
I heard the faint sound of gunfire in the distance and the occasional roar of aircraft overhead.
"The battle on the beach is over!"
Randy, who was carrying a body back, found Wei Ran who was sitting in the shadow at the door of the operating room. He took a big sip from the water bottle handed by him and said happily, "The rats on the last high ground near the beach are all gone too."
It was burned clean! And I even met Marshall!”
"Is he okay?" Wei Ran, who had been idle for a long time, asked with interest.
"Nothing happened!"
Randy continued to drink a large amount of water, handed the kettle to his companion and said, "That bastard told me that their tank burned at least a hundred people, and I am afraid that more people were crushed to death by the tank he controlled, and they seemed to
A lot of interesting things were also seized.”
At this point, Randy lowered his voice slightly and said with excitement, "I heard that a woman was caught! A Japanese woman!"
"woman?"
Wei Ran frowned. With Marshall's virtue, he almost didn't need to use his brain to know that the woman he caught would probably not end well.
Randy straightened his back obscenely and made a gesture that any male animal could understand, "If you want to relax and unwind, it's best to keep this kind of thing a secret."
"Wait a moment"
As he spoke, Wei Ran stood up and walked into the operating room behind him. Soon after, he took out a bulging medical bag and threw it to Randy, "These are all taken out of used medical bags. If you can still see
Remember to bring it to Marshall when you get there, I don't want to help him cut off his infected third leg."
Hearing this, Randy opened the medical bag curiously, and then found that it was filled with infantry-brand condoms. The young stretcher-bearer looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "I thought you would let me stop Marshall.
”.
"Do you think you can stop it?" Wei Ran asked.
"I'm afraid it's harder than stopping a fire-breathing tank," Randy said in a pertinent tone.
"So remember to give Marshall some of those things."
Wei Ran told him again without any psychological barriers. This was the only thing he could do. At most, he could just recite a painless groan in his heart: "Let go of the Virgin plot and respect the fate of the Japanese."
