Starting from August 1st, the work of the patrol team has become much more leisurely. Marshall only needs to go to the guard tower on the edge of the camp to stand guard for half a day every day. As for Wei Ran, it is even more leisurely. As long as no one in the patrol team is injured, he is basically
An idle person.
With this rare opportunity, Wei Ran finally had time to take his camera to various places in the camp to take photos, or simply hide in the tent to kill the sweltering heat outside.
I don't know if it was because of his reputation as a veterinarian or because of his relationship with Marshall, but all the prisoners captured at random these days, whether injured or not, were sent to him and their limbs were dislocated. It was also through this opportunity that,
Wei Ran volunteered to participate in the torture work.
Although he could not understand Japanese, it did not prevent him from practicing all the torture methods that Gorman taught him. After all, it is rare to have such an opportunity to act arbitrarily without any psychological burden, so naturally he must seize it.
As for whether the prisoners were willing to talk, that was naturally not his concern. However, it was precisely this that made him solidify the title of "Veterinary Victor" in the hearts of these idle soldiers, so that they
I almost forgot the fact that Wei Ran was actually a medical soldier.
In addition to some adjustments brought about by torture of prisoners every now and then, good news from the front lines has been coming one after another these days.
First, the Third Marine Division captured Agra, the capital of Guam, and then the main force captured the crucial Tiyan Airport. By the time a week later, on August 8, even the most difficult to conquer Santa Rosa Mountain had been captured.
The 77th Division was completely conquered.
And with this good news one after another, the camp in the rear area became more and more relaxed, which verified what Pastor Tom wrote on the skull, "Safety is a bit boring."
On the other hand, after this week of recuperation, although Tom is still limping when walking, his wounds have basically healed, and he has now begun to promote his God in the camp.
Even Randy, who was the least injured, applied to join the patrol a few days ago because he was bored. He followed Marshall and enjoyed standing guard every day, operating the searchlight to look for rats hiding around.
Unfortunately, as the war progressed, the camp located in the rear area no longer encountered sneak attacks, and various wild animals began to appear around the camp.
As for the black man Will, I have to admit that this old black man's physical fitness is indeed good. Although he was stabbed in the shoulder and thigh, it did not affect him from singing to the wounded. His singing even made the camp
The white soldiers there ignored his skin color.
But at the same time, what Wei Ran and others didn't know was that just at the edge of the buffer zone only three hundred meters away from the edge of their camp, in a cave that exuded a strong smell of corpses, there was an almost crazy man hiding in it.
of beast.
In the dark cave, this nocturnal beast has been hiding here for a whole week. Except for carefully going to the forest late at night to find some water to drink, it spent most of the time hiding in this small and deep cave.
, relying on those cans to maintain life.
But now, all the cans in the cave have been eaten, and even the marks of cutting remain on the legs of a burnt corpse.
"Click"
The switch of the metal flashlight was pushed by a dirty and greasy finger, and the weak light flickered, finally lighting up a dim light.
"Hey...hehe..."
This red-eyed beast, with its lower body naked, let out a series of intrusive laughter in the cave that was filled with the smell of corpses, but then it suddenly closed its mouth as if it was frightened by something.
As if nervous, he leaned toward the hole and listened. The beast breathed a sigh of relief. After searching among the cans on the ground, he finally pulled out a kettle, unscrewed it, and poured the last sip of water into his mouth.
However, within five minutes, its stomach began to churn, and then it staggered to the far corner of the cave and squatted down.
After some suppressed vomiting and diarrhea, it staggered to the entrance of the cave, greedily breathing in the fresh air, letting the moonlight only as big as a fist hit its face, causing tears to overflow from the corners of its eyes.
A trace of crystal clear.
After a moment, the suppressed sob was blocked in its throat, but its red eyes looked at the bayonet placed not far away.
Trembling, he put his dirty hands into his jacket pocket, and the beast took out a cloth bag only the size of a cigarette box. He looked at the dirty pattern on the small bag with tearful eyes, and unconsciously murmured in his mouth.
The word "mama" popped up.
After a long time, he put the small bag back into his pocket, gritted his teeth and picked up the greasy bayonet beside him.
However, after lifting it several times, it found that it did not have the courage to stab it into its stomach.
Angrily, he threw it deep into the cave. The beast, already shrouded in despair, glanced at the stinking corpse outside the cave, gritted his teeth, picked up a rifle from his side, and trembled.
Loaded.
At the same time, at the edge of the camp next to the patrol duty tower, Tom and Will, a black man, played the guitar and sang Happy Birthday. Tom, who was wearing a priest's robe, slowly walked towards Randy who had just finished his duty.
, and Marshall, who asked for leave in advance, also came over holding a cake that was not too big, but with candles. As for Wei Ran, he held his camera at the edge, waiting for the moment to press the shutter.
"Randy, happy birthday." Marshall looked around at the soldiers joining in the fun, and said in a slightly louder voice, "Happy 20th birthday to you."
"Today is my birthday?" Randy, still carrying the rifle in his hand, asked dully.
"At least the time written on your soldier card is today."
Tom, who played the guitar, came over and played the birthday song around Randy while saying, "Randy, please make a wish! This cake was exchanged by Marshall for the photography he gave me.
Come."
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The commander and Company Commander Lewis all joined in singing happy birthday.
"Thank you! Thank you!"
Randy made a sign of the cross on his chest, went to the birthday cake and began to make a wish. The flames that kept beating in the caress of the sea breeze also illuminated the faces of Marshall who was holding the cake and Randy who was making a wish.
Tom, who was wearing a priest's robe, was still playing the guitar while circling around the two of them. Even Will, who was the lead singer, came over holding a white harmonica tied with a bow.
And at the entrance of the cave two or three hundred meters away that exuded a rancid smell, a thin figure also walked out with a rifle. When the chorus of happy birthday songs vaguely reached its ears, the despair in its eyes was...
It was instantly replaced by hatred.
Taking a deep breath, it slowly lay down next to a headless corpse that had long since rotted. It placed the dirty rifle on the corpse's leg, and gently moved the muzzle to aim at the faint candlelight in the direction of the singing.
, and pulled the trigger randomly.
Almost at the moment when the gunfire rang out, Wei Ran, who had already pointed the camera at Randy, also pressed the shutter.
"Clang!"
The guitar in Pastor Tom's hand fell to the ground, and the birthday song that was about to end came to an abrupt end. Even the cake, which had not had time to blow out the candles, fell on the feet of Randy and Marshall amid the panicked shouts of the crowd.
.
"Tom!"
Marshall was the first to react. He dropped the cake in his hand and rushed over to help Tom, who was about to fall to the ground.
Immediately afterwards, Randy, Wei Ran, the black man Will, and more soldiers rushed over.
The searchlight of the sentry tower above the head also instantly moved to the direction where the gunshots were heard. But the recruiter who shot to death flinched again the moment he fired the bullet, and then dropped the rifle in his hand and got in again.
cave.
"Everyone get out of the way!"
Wei Ran shouted at the top of his lungs, and roughly tore off Tom's priest's robe. However, when he saw the wounds on the other man's body, his heart sank to the bottom.
The bullet penetrated under Tom's right rib near the hip bone, then exited from the bottom of the left side next to the rib, and finally was embedded in his Bible that was used as a lucky charm.
"Quick! Get Harrison and Bullock ready to help! Quick!"
Wei Ran shouted at the top of his lungs, hurriedly took out a bottle of morphine from the medical bag and gave it to Tom, then picked him up and ran towards the operating room.
"Why..."
Marshall collapsed on the ground, his red eyes looking at the Bible that had just been thrown away by Wei Ran, and then at the cake not far away that was trampled by the panicked crowd. At this time, his face was already full of despair.
"Now is not the time to be sad."
Will put the gift he had not yet given out into his pocket, then picked up the camera that Wei Ran had just dropped. Then he stretched out his hand towards Marshall and said while the heavy machine gun above his head was firing aimlessly, "We
Now it’s time to stay by Tom’s side, and we should believe that Victor can definitely save Tom.”
"Yes, yes! Let's... let's go and accompany Tom!"
The panicked Marshall stood up with Will's help and stumbled towards the operating room.
After a while, Wei Ran carried Tom onto the operating table, and with the help of doctors Harrison and Bullock who rushed over, he immediately applied plasma and began treatment.
However, the three people present all knew that this time, even God might not be able to save Tom's life.
"Victor..."
Tom's weak voice made Wei Ran stop what he was doing, bend down and put his ear up.
"Let...them in"
"Hold on," Wei Ran said, and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Marshall! Randy! And Will! Come in quickly!"
Before he finished speaking, the three people who had been waiting outside the operating room immediately rushed in and surrounded Tom.
Turning his eyes and looking at everyone, Tom looked at the Bible stained with his own blood in Marshall's hand, put on a difficult smile, and said in a weak voice, "Marshall, please... please do two things."
"You say it, you say it!" Marshall half-knelt beside the operating table nodded hurriedly, "I agree!"
"You...you need God...God's salvation, that...that Bible...is given to you, let it...guide you."
"Promise you, I promise you!" Marshall squeezed Tom's hand, "I swear to God!"
"Hide it from me...my Laura, just like...your sister...Caroline."
Tom took a breath, "After the war... after the war... send the gifts... and me... back."
"I'll help you! I'll help you!" Marshall agreed again.
"Will..." Tom looked at the silent black man Will, "The engineer camp...can't live without a priest...please...please..."
Seeing Will nod, Tom, who already had a premonition that he was running out of time, turned to look at Randy, who was in tears, "Randy... birthday... happy birthday... remember our bet, help me...
.Help me see...who can guess..."
"Tom? Tom!"
Randy looked at Tom who slowly closed his eyes before he finished speaking. He grabbed the edge of the operating table in pain, hit his forehead crazily, and kept cursing why his birthday was today.
"Take him away" Wei Ran grabbed Randy and pushed him to Marshall.
After a while, Doctors Harrison and Bullock stopped what they were doing, and in the brightly lit operating room, the black man Will held a mass for Tom.
