In the early morning of July 27, under the rising sun, a group of people strolled to the beach where Wei Ran played the piano last night.
When the morning light passed over the high ground that had been conquered by the lives of countless soldiers in the previous days, and sprinkled fiery red light on the sea, it also covered the people and the warships on the sea with a warm layer of pale gold.
Under the command of Wei Ran, the almost fully armed people worked in groups of two and took a group photo with the warships on the sea as the background. Then a black soldier was brought over to help and the five of them were taken together.
A group photo.
Regarding this group photo, Pastor Tom and stretcher bearer Randy squeezed Marshall and Will into the middle position intentionally or unintentionally. Wei Ran, who had already guessed that he would not appear in the photo at all, also honestly hugged him.
The carbine belonging to him stood beside Randy on the edge.
"I think we need some solo photos"
As Tom spoke, he had already picked up the backpack that had just been placed far away, pulled out a priest's robe from it and put it on himself. He then held the Bible with bullets still in it in his arms, waiting for it to be laid out.
posture, and then continued, "Victor, give me one quickly. I want to send it to Laura."
"Wait a mininute"
As Wei Ran spoke, he took the camera from the black soldier's hand and motioned to the other person to stand and take a picture of him. Then he turned the camera on Pastor Tom, who had a gentle and loving look on his face.
It's just that this guy has probably fully understood the job responsibilities of a military chaplain, so no matter what the expression on his face is, his body is in a dual posture of holding a Bible in his left hand and holding his pistol in his right hand.
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"I also want to take a separate photo and send it to my wife."
Will, the black man, followed up and said, "Tom, can you lend me your Bible?"
"Of course, but don't drop that bullet, it's my lucky charm."
As Tom said this, he happily handed the Bible, which was stained with the blood of countless people, to Will along with his fancy pistol, "Do you want a robe?"
"Forget the robe," Will quickly refused, "I'm not a priest, and I wouldn't dare to do such a thing to deceive God."
"God is very forgiving." Although Tom said this, he did not persist, but stepped aside wisely.
"Would you two take a picture?"
Wei Ran waited for the black man Will to take a pose, and while pressing the shutter, he asked Marshall and Randy, who had cigarettes in their mouths.
"I'll forget it"
Marshall refused arrogantly, "The films I gave to Tom before contained a lot of photos of me, but I only wore a little less clothes."
“I’ll forget it too”
Randy said happily, "There are photos of me in those films. Of course, I wear very few clothes."
Hearing this, Wei Ran grinned and joked with disdain, "If I didn't know what you did, what you two just said would make me think that you two did something."
Randy trembled when he heard this and complained dissatisfied, "Victor! God's servant is still around, how could you say such disgusting words!"
"God is not looking at you."
Wei Ran automatically ignored Tom's helpless expression. After getting along with each other these days, under the leadership of Marshall, teasing Tom about God has become the most talked about topic. Even Randy, who is relatively devout in faith,
I was dragged down by Wei Ran and Marshall who had no faith.
"How about we go have some fun?" Marshall suddenly suggested after the teasing.
"What fun are you looking for?"
Randy, who had been led astray, was the first to ask enthusiastically, but then he seemed to have thought of something scary, and asked with a pale face, "Marshall, you don't want to prepare something for Tom's wife that she likes."
Those gifts?"
"How can it be"
Marshall shook his head matter-of-factly, "Those gifts require living people. I don't want to dig up corpses in a burial pit. That's too disgusting."
"Your picky demands are even more disgusting," Tom complained with a grin, "Can you please stop mentioning that gift? I already regret saying it."
"Anyway, don't worry about the gift. I will prepare it for you."
Marshall waved his hand impatiently, "Do you want to have fun with me?"
"What fun are you looking for?" At this time, even Will became interested.
Hearing this, Marshall lowered his voice slightly and explained in a vulgar manner, "There is a small village near the road we captured. The women there don't even wear tops, and they only need two disgusting cans of spiritual meat, plus at most one
With a bottle of Coke, you can enjoy the exotic atmosphere."
"Really?!" Randy's eyes immediately widened after hearing this, "Why are you just saying this now?!"
"I also heard an engineer secretly tell me last night." Marshall straightened his waist obscenely, "If you are willing to bring a few more cans, you can even find several at the same time."
"Stop talking, when are we leaving?!" Randy asked impatiently.
"I will not participate in this kind of thing," Will, the black man, said apologetically, "I want to be loyal to God, and even more loyal to my wife."
"I..."
Pastor Tom, who was quite moved, struggled for a moment, and finally shook his head, "Forget it, I won't go either. I have heard in the wounded tent these days that many soldiers are infected with sexually transmitted diseases, and I don't want to do it for shit.
The exotic customs caught the disease.”
"What about you?" Marshall looked at Wei Ran.
"I'm going to ask about the patrol."
Wei Ran refused without thinking. Even without considering the fragile moral restraints in the context of war, he had the same worries as Tom.
What's more, given that the two previous injuries reflected the world he was familiar with, Wei Ran had every reason to suspect that once he really couldn't control his lower body, even if he took various protective measures, he would always try to do it.
Killing your own evil book will most likely make you understand what is dangerous in the world.
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The frightened Randy quickly said, "I have also seen those unlucky people who were tricked. I don't want to take off my pants and line up to bask in the sun like them."
"You guys are such a letdown"
Marshall shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, let's go back in this case. Now that we are all wounded, the next days will probably be very boring."
"Marshall, do you know where I can develop the photos?" Wei Ran, holding a camera in one hand and a gun in the other, asked.
"I'm afraid you have to go on the boat." Marshall pointed to the sea behind him, "Of course, these are all my guesses, otherwise I would have developed the films I took that day."
Hearing this, Weiran turned off the photo and developed it in advance to see if his thoughts were in it. The group of five chatted endlessly and returned to the tent to fall asleep. Marshall, on the other hand, took out the 1911 from his waist again.
Pistol, silently disassembled it into parts and wiped it carefully.
When he called him up to have breakfast, Wei Ran also followed Marshall to find the person in charge who was preparing to form a patrol team.
In the next half hour, Wei Ran just said hello to the company commander named Lewis and never spoke again. All communication work was handed over to Marshall.
And with his nickname of "Desperate Marshall" and his intimidating new identity of "Veterinarian Victor's Assistant", he successfully followed Wei Ran and infiltrated the patrol team that was about to be established.
Under the leadership of the engineer battalion company commander Lewis, Wei Ran and Marshall each received their weapons and equipment. However, what Wei Ran did not expect was that what he received was an M1 carbine. But Marshall took the initiative to take it away.
A flamethrower that most people don’t want to use!
"You really don't want your life, Marshall"
Captain Lewis patted Marshall's shoulder with emotion, took out a cigar from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, "Marshall, since you are willing to use a flamethrower, you still have
Any additional requirements?”
Marshall put the flamethrower aside, "Just put me and Victor in a group, so even if my flamethrower is blown up, I think Victor will definitely save me."
"
"no problem"
Captain Lewis nodded happily, and then reminded, "Marshall, don't cause us trouble this time."
"What's the trouble?" Marshall asked knowingly and looked at the other party.
Captain Lewis sighed helplessly, "Marshall, we can take no prisoners, but don't do those horrible things again. For Sean's sake, don't cause trouble for me and the battalion commander, otherwise I will
I can only let you continue to repair the bulldozer."
"Okay, I'll listen to you and promise not to get into trouble." Marshall agreed nonchalantly.
Captain Lewis was too lazy to talk nonsense with Marshall. He turned to look at Wei Ran and reminded, "Lieutenant Victor, watch your assistant. If he does anything ridiculous again, I will send you to the front line to continue medical treatment."
Soldier."
"I'll keep an eye on him," Wei Ran agreed with a grin, but his tone was full of unconfidence.
"Go and report, someone will arrange patrol time for you." Captain Lewis waved his hand like a plague and drove Wei Ran and Marshall out.
With the weapons in hand, Wei Ran found a platoon leader under the familiar leadership of Marshall, and officially joined the patrol under the arrangement of the other party.
As expected, this patrol was all made up of white people. Obviously, the night attack they encountered before was not enough to break the color barrier.
But what was unexpected was that Marshall actually took command of one of the squads from the platoon leader who seemed to have a very good relationship with him.
In Marshall's later explanation, the platoon leader was actually one of the invited guests at his previous party with female prisoners.
The two of them and the other six soldiers in the squad got to know each other, and Wei Ran discovered that not only did they have a very good relationship with Marshall, but they also all knew him, and one of them even pointed at him on his arm before he could
The wounds with stitches taken out showed that the unsightly sutures were made by Wei Ran, a veterinarian.
