Early in the morning on July 28, Marshall woke up Wei Ran excitedly and urged him to rush to the patrol meeting point to clock in for work.
Just like yesterday's work, after setting off, this large patrol team first conducted a rough inspection of the open space cleared yesterday, and then began to continue horizontally clearing the dense vegetation on the edge of the camp.
According to the platoon leader who has a good relationship with Marshall, they plan to clear out the camp and create a buffer zone with a width of 200 to 300 meters. They will also pull up barbed wire in the future, and may even lay out enough if necessary.
A number of mines to ensure the safety of the camp.
However, this so-called plan is not important to Wei Ran or Marshall. The former is just for laziness, and the latter is just for revenge. So when one is leisurely and contented, and the other is very motivated, time flies by.
However, perhaps the actions yesterday afternoon alerted the rats hiding in the forest. After a busy day, not even a single rat droppings was found, let alone rats.
Fortunately, this speeded up the cleaning of the buffer zone, especially with the help of the construction machinery deployed. By the time the sun was about to set in the afternoon, the buffer zone had already completed almost one-third of its length. According to this
According to the progress and the new helpers added today, if nothing unexpected happens, the task will be completed before August arrives.
“Today’s work is so boring”
Marshall unhooked the flamethrower, which had run out of fuel, sat on a rock and complained.
"You don't have to charge into battle. What else are you not satisfied with?"
While Wei Ran responded, he also used a lighter to roast off a blood-sucking leech on the opponent's shoulder.
"If this is a good thing, it would be better if I just didn't join the army." As Marshall spoke, he lit a cigarette.
"Don't talk about these useless things. I'll try to get something to drink when I get back."
Wei Ran helped the other party clean up the last two locusts before sitting down. After politely declining the other party's cigarette, he took off the water bottle from his waist and poured the last sip of water into his stomach.
"I can't get beer." As Marshall spoke, he had already lit a bonfire with materials that could be found everywhere.
"Give up, I can't do it either."
Wei Ran said helplessly that the five of them had already drank the last beer in the oil barrel last night, which also made him regret a little. He should have brought some high-altitude alcohol such as vodka or gin, which would at least consume a lot of alcohol.
It won't be so fast.
"Then just drink Coke"
While Marshall was talking, he first covered the bonfire with some weeds to let out the thick smoke and drove away the swarms of large mosquitoes. Then he actually took out two cans of lunch meat from his pocket and put them in
One was handed to Wei Ran.
"What are you doing?"
Wei Ran took the can in confusion. After spending this week together, he had already become accustomed to the extravagance and waste of these American soldiers.
Apart from anything else, these canned luncheon meats actually taste pretty good, but you just throw them away without knowing what frugality means. Of course, there are also people like Marshall who are relatively good at living, and they will throw away these things that no one wants.
Canned food is used as prostitution money.
But even so, it seemed that it was about to end, but Marshall lit a bonfire in the area that had been cleaned yesterday, and then took out a can that he would never take a bite of. It was really strange.
"While we were patrolling the area we were clearing yesterday this morning, it appeared that this bombed-out hiding spot had been turned over."
Marshall pointed at a collapsed cave less than two meters away with his fork without leaving any trace, "I am an engineer, and this kind of thing cannot be hidden from my eyes."
"Are you planning to make a trap?" Wei Ran immediately guessed the other party's plan.
Marshall nodded again, took a bite of luncheon meat with the fork in his hand, put it into his mouth, chewed it twice and spit it out, and then threw it directly beside the campfire.
Seeing this, Wei Ran opened the can in the same manner, took out a fork from his bag and took two casual bites, and then threw the rest away.
"Are you sure they will come here to pick up garbage?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously, "And since they came yesterday, they are unlikely to come today, right?"
"You will know if they will come and try it. As for whether they eat it or not, it actually doesn't matter."
Marshall pointed in the direction of the camp behind him with the fork in his hand, "I mainly want to use the smoke and bonfire to let the people in the sentry tower know the exact location here."
Having said this, Marshall whistled, and the soldiers in the distance immediately formed a human wall in front of him.
Taking advantage of this little shield, Marshall quickly inserted a grenade with the pin removed into the crack of the hole that had been touched. Then he clapped his hands and stood up, making a few dirty jokes as a conclusion to the day's work.
The platoon leader in the distance, who had been the hands-off boss all day, actually looked happy to see the success, making it clear that he had temporarily lent his command to Marshall.
After making the last arrangements, the group strolled back to the camp. After taking a shower and eating, Wei Ran helped Marshall treat the wound on his chest, and then immediately climbed up to the camp at the other's greeting.
Watch tower on the edge.
The space in this wooden sentry tower is not large, but it houses a Lao Ganma heavy machine gun, and in another sentry tower more than ten meters away, there is a large searchlight.
What surprised him even more was that standing beside the searchlight was stretcher bearer Randy!
"Randy, why are you here?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"Victor, I'm here too."
While speaking, the black man Will poked half of his head out, and in his hand was a Garand rifle.
"Your band won't be singing tonight?"
"We can't sing every day"
Will responded with a smile, "And today is the day when many of the wounded and dead who saw off their arms or thighs were sent back to the ship to go home. Now Tom is busy holding a farewell ceremony for them."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Aren't you going to see Sean off?" Wei Ran turned to look at Marshall.
"Could it be possible for him to come back to life if I go there?"
Marshall asked in a calm tone, and then simply changed the subject and explained, "I asked them to come over when I came back at noon. Then we just have to wait for dark. Victor, you are responsible for using the telescope to find the target."
Or are you responsible for operating the heavy machine gun?"
"Of course it's a heavy machine gun," Wei Ran said without thinking. In this matter, his little compassion had long been thrown out of the window.
"Then it's settled"
Marshall said, taking down the telescope hanging on the pole and shouting loudly, "Randy, remember where the smoking bonfire is. Don't let the searchlight sweep over there before I give you the news."
"Don't worry!" Randy responded excitedly, "I have already marked it. As long as you give me the signal, I can turn around in two seconds at most."
"How did you get this sentry job?" Wei Ran, who was sitting behind the heavy machine gun, asked curiously.
"Of course I got it in exchange for my photography."
Marshall proudly lit a cigarette and said, "Captain Lewis is involved, so don't worry, you won't get into trouble this time."
"Free American Soldier"
Wei Ran joked in a dumbfounded way that he didn't know whether it was normal or a special case for a soldier-like bastard like Marshall to act recklessly in the military camp.
But he knew that, at least in this era, even Marshall, who acted recklessly, was far more righteous than those American soldiers who invaded other countries with laundry detergent in later generations, sexually assaulted and even tortured and killed children.
As the four people in the two guard towers chatted in isolation, time passed by. As night fell, the cleared buffer zone at the edge of the camp was completely shrouded in darkness, leaving only the people who swept it from time to time.
Searchlights patrolled their territory over and over again.
After these days of firefights and daytime cleaning and burning activities, not to mention the outside of the forest, even the wild animals in the forest have wisely hid deeper, hoping to enjoy a moment of peace before turning into food.
Under Randy's deliberate manipulation, the searchlight never touched the area where Marshall lit the bonfire at dusk.
Marshall, who had been sitting on the ammunition box holding a telescope, was patiently waiting for his prey to come to his door, relying on the faint light emitted by the embers of the campfire that he had added fuel to.
Late at night, at the edge of the rainforest blown by the sea breeze, several sneaky figures crawled out one after another amid the rustling sounds.
Far away, they saw some light from the nearly extinguished bonfire in the distance, and also saw the faint light reflected from the cans. Almost subconsciously, these figures raised the weapons in their hands.
However, after waiting for a while, they were surprised to find that the searchlight that could easily kill them had never swept across the bonfire. Whether it was due to negligence or a different person, the searchlight had never swept across the bonfire.
Soon, the leading rat waved his hand and gave the order, and the figures hiding behind it immediately crawled towards the cave they had visited yesterday. And next to the leading rat, there was a thin figure with a bruised nose and a swollen face.
Shang Zheng showed a look of despair.
Soon, one of the figures who had climbed to the edge of the cave shouted something in a surprised tone.
Hearing this, the leader grabbed the thin figure next to him by the neck and warned him, then immediately crawled over, and arrogantly took a can of luncheon meat that had only been dug out from the hands of the figure and smelled it.
He smelled it, and then let the person who found the can take a bite.
After confirming that there was no problem, the leader immediately snatched the can back, and while eating it, he motioned to the others to immediately dig out the cave that was sealed yesterday and get out all the hidden supplies.
At the same time, Marshall, who had been waiting in the guard tower for most of the night, immediately shouted in a low voice, "I just saw that the bonfire seems to have been blocked. Everyone is ready to wait for my news!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately reached out and put his hand on the handle of Lao Gan Ma's heavy machine gun. Randy in the other sentry tower also understood and moved the searchlight beam farther away. As for the Garland in his hand.
Weir, the black German rifleman, placed the muzzle of his gun on the guard plate of the guard tower and was ready to reload.
"boom!"
Almost at the same time they were getting ready, there was a sudden explosion at the edge of the forest in the distance!
Without even waiting for Marshall to speak, Randy, who had been prepared for a long time, immediately chased after him with the beam of a searchlight, and Wei Ran and Will also pulled the trigger almost at the same time!
For a moment, the roar of Lao Ganma's heavy machine gun firing resounded throughout the camp, covering up the sound of Will's firing.
With such ferocious firepower and a straight-line distance of only three to four hundred meters between each other, there was no doubt about the outcome. Not only were those sneaky figures easily eliminated, but the instigators Marshall and Wei Ran also woke up Tai.
Many people's sweet dreams received a solid scolding.
