In the dark forest, a thin and small figure ran in panic. From time to time, it would trip over tree roots or vines, or simply bump into a tree trunk.
After doing this several times, the almost-frightened defeated soldier finally calmed down and stumbled to sit behind an unknown tree, breathing heavily.
Just ten minutes ago, after the explosion, if it hadn't been the fastest and furthest away, the heavy machine gun fire that followed would have left it forever near the hole at the edge of the forest.
But after calming down, the little animal with a bruised nose and face showed a happy smile. In any case, the explosion and shooting just helped it a lot. Otherwise, once its companions discovered that it had hidden so much food,
I'm afraid the result of waiting for it will be far more terrifying than death.
But looking at the dense forest around it, this Japanese soldier is struggling again. If his previous companions were there, he would not be full, but at least he could survive. But now he is the only one left here.
The chance of surviving in a forest is really low.
After thinking for a moment, the Japanese soldier gritted his teeth and stood up again, carefully walking towards the edge of the forest again.
At the same time, Marshall, who had explained the cause and effect to the company commander, also walked out of the tent with a relaxed look. He and Wei Ran supported Will, a black man with limited legs and feet, slowly towards their tent.
Walking.
"Victor, it seems we can help Tom prepare a gift for his wife tomorrow." Marshall lowered his voice and said abruptly.
"What are you going to do?" Wei Ran subconsciously thought of something bad.
"Anyway, remember to bring a large bucket of water and a machete tomorrow." After Marshall said this, he winked at everyone and was the first to get into the tent.
"Victor, I think Marshall is crazy." Randy whispered.
"His mind is polluted by hatred and demons." Will, the black man, frowned and made a judgment with a strong religious meaning.
"Do you think you can stop him?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice standing outside the tent door.
Seeing that the two people around him were silent, Wei Ran sighed and murmured to himself, "If there's no way to stop it, let him vent it out. Maybe, at least he doesn't plan to use a living person. This is already worth it for us."
I'm glad."
"Alas..." Will and Randy sighed in unison, acquiescing to Wei Ran's judgment.
On July 29, Marshall got up earlier than yesterday and disappeared without even having time to eat breakfast.
When he came back, he already had an iron bucket with a lid in his hand. In the iron bucket, there was also a small dry powder fire extinguisher and an adjustable wrench.
"What are you going to do?" Randy asked in confusion.
"You will know when the time comes." Marshall did not explain, but asked Wei Ran, "Where are the things I asked you to prepare yesterday?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran hesitated for a moment and pointed to an iron bucket filled with fresh water not far away. This was borrowed from the dining car in the name of Pastor Tom when he just had breakfast.
"Where's the knife?" Marshall asked after shaking it.
"Use this"
Randy said, handing over the command knife on his bedside. This knife was captured by Randy himself, and it was also the culprit that left a horrific scar on his back.
"What are you going to do?" Pastor Tom asked doubtfully.
"nothing"
Marshall blinked as he spoke, then called on Wei Ran to help pick up all the things, and quickly disappeared.
"Didn't they join the patrol? Why do they need those things?" Tom asked doubtfully.
Randy and Will, who were still in the tent, looked at each other, but each shook his head, not knowing how to explain.
Seeing this, Tom didn't ask any more questions and tidied up his clothes enthusiastically, "It's time for us to chat with the wounded who couldn't be evacuated. Let's go!"
Will and Randy couldn't help but look at each other again, stood up quickly, and followed Tom out of the tent.
At the same time, Wei Ran and Marshall also arrived at the assembly point. As for what they were holding, not to mention the other team members didn't seem to see it, even the platoon leader looked not surprised.
After casually arranging today's work tasks, he waved for everyone to set off.
Unlike the previous two days, Marshall rarely made it to the end today, deliberately keeping a distance from those in front of him.
Under Marshall's conscious or unconscious command, this team of less than ten people was the first to arrive at the location where the trap was set yesterday, and then saw the broken animal carcasses and the half-open hole that had been blown up.
"Help me light a fire."
Marshall felt at ease and commanded the soldiers under him to start a side job. He also picked up the command knife he borrowed from Randy. After searching for it, he swung the knife to chop off the head of a canine wearing an officer's uniform.
"It's such a pity that only this one's skull is intact." Marshall shook his head regretfully, grabbed the dog's ears and threw it into the tin bucket with a look of disgust.
As soon as he let go, an engineer opened the lid of the iron bucket brought by Wei Ran and poured the water into the bucket. Then he directly placed it on the bonfire that had just been lit. Just look at their skillful
You will know from the operation, it is definitely not the first time this kind of thing has been done.
"Okay, time will do the rest."
Marshall threw a few logs into the bonfire with his own hands, put away Randy's command knife and threw it to Wei Ran, saying, "Let's go, we'll come back to deal with it in the afternoon."
Knowing that this kind of thing would not change even if he stopped it, and there was really nothing to stop it other than being disgusting, Wei Ran didn't waste any time, put the command knife on his belt, and rushed to the bucket honestly.
I walked a little further before the water in it was boiled, so I was out of sight and out of mind.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, what they did not know was that deep in the narrow hole less than two meters away from the bonfire, a bird hid its whole body in
The thin figure in the darkness has witnessed the whole process.
However, the fear of death made him wisely put down the weapons in his hands, and he even held his breath and did not dare to make any sound.
Gradually, the movement outside the cave became farther and farther away and finally disappeared completely, but the strange smell that floated into the cave from the bonfire became more and more intense, so much so that its Adam's apple couldn't help but start to twitch, thinking
I had to vomit out all the two large cans of fish I had eaten just before dawn.
After struggling for a long time, the figure finally carefully blocked the entrance of the cave with a stone, crawled and hid in the deepest part of the cave.
Outside the sunny cave, the patrol team's work progress has accelerated again. I don't know if it is because of the noise made by Marshall, Wei Ran and others last night. Today, there are nearly twice as many engineers assisting them in clearing the buffer zone.
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With the assistance of so many manpower and doubled construction machinery, the dense forest on the east side of the camp was cut down at an extremely fast speed and a large area was cleared.
During this whole day, compared to Marshall who took people to the campfire every now and then, Wei Ran hid in the shadow of a bulldozer closest to the camp, doing his own thing honestly.
own job.
Speaking of which, today is relatively busier than yesterday. As the saying goes, the more people there are, the more likely it is to have an accident. Although they did not encounter any more enemies, five or six soldiers were injured by chainsaws.
He lost his finger, smashed his head, and even one unlucky guy had his thigh broken by a felled tree.
These minor injuries were more difficult to deal with than those operations in the operating room that often resulted in amputation. Naturally, this delayed Wei Ran a lot of time, which made him feel at ease and did not continue to participate in Marshall's "preparing gifts for his sister-in-law" activities.
go.
When dusk fell again, Marshall carried a tin bucket with a lid and clanged to the fire station.
"Is it done?" Wei Ran subconsciously glanced at the iron bucket in the opponent's hand.
"Of course! You have to trust my skills!" Marshall said proudly, "I used to help my grandfather process puma bones."
"This is nothing to show off"
After all, Wei Ran couldn't help but remind him that what Marshall did was not the cruelty of war itself, but the discomfort from the bottom line of mankind.
And the only thing he was lucky about was that Marshall, who was already a little sick, was not a German, and he was not the German responsible for managing the concentration camp. Otherwise, there may be many more horrors that can stop children crying at night in the historical records of later generations.
story.
“It’s really not something worth showing off.”
Marshall shrugged, carried the iron bucket and followed Wei Ran back as he said, "Victor, can you get some hydrogen peroxide from the operating room later?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran thought for a moment and then asked, "Bleach?"
"clever!"
Marshall looked at Wei Ran in surprise, lowered his voice and explained, "I have already degreased it with soda ash in a dry powder fire extinguisher, and now I just need to bleach it."
"I... let me ask for you." Wei Ran responded reluctantly.
"Then it's up to you."
Marshall patted Wei Ran on the shoulder, changed the subject and said, "Victor, I got news that the 1st Marine Brigade on the front line has captured the Orote Peninsula."
"So?" Wei Ran asked confused.
"Seizing the Orot Peninsula is equivalent to occupying half of Guam." Marshall sighed, "I guess the war here will be over soon."
"Let's finish it quickly"
Wei Ran murmured to himself, and now he was even beginning to worry that if this battlefield lasted longer, Marshall would do something crazy.
