On the morning of August 9, under the witness of many wounded and engineers, Wei Ran and others temporarily buried Tom lying in the coffin at the edge of the beach landing site.
Not far from here is the wreckage of the tank where Wei Ran hid when he first met Tom.
After several volleys of gunfire, many familiar engineers, wounded soldiers, as well as doctors and nurses prayed for Tom under the leadership of the black man Will.
After three shots were fired, Marshall and Randy looked at each other and quietly left the crowd.
"Where are you going?" Wei Ran, who had been staring at them, stopped the two of them and asked.
"Victor, either help us or don't stop us." Marshall said in a cold tone.
Wei Ran sighed secretly, and asked, "What do you need me to do?"
"Let's go find the rat that shot the gun"
Marshall said as he walked towards the edge of the camp, "This is our last chance. At noon today, the engineer battalion will lay mines around the camp. Before that, we have to catch the person who killed Tom."
"Where to catch him? How do you know who fired the gun?" Wei Ran chased after him and asked.
Marshall slowed down slightly after hearing this, "Randy and I went back last night... to the birthday scene to have a look, and we can roughly determine the direction in which the bullet came. For the rest, we just need to chase it out in this direction.
There are always some footprints and bullet casings to be found.”
"We must at least get weapons," Wei Ran suggested again.
Marshall nodded but didn't say much. He just led Wei Ran and Randy, who had been silent for a long time, through the camp, and finally stopped under the sentry tower on the edge of the camp.
To Wei Ran's surprise, the idle platoon leader who had a good relationship with Marshall was already waiting for them here. When he saw the four of them approaching, he immediately pointed to a car next to him with a machine gun mounted on the co-pilot's seat.
Willys Jeep.
Marshall solemnly saluted the other party, and then asked Wei Ran and Randy to get into the car. He himself took out a Garand rifle from the car and walked at the front alone.
Leaving the job of driving the car to Randy, Wei Ran sat in the passenger seat and looked at the car carefully. In addition to the machine gun mounted on the hood and the ammunition box under his feet, there were many other seats in the back of the car.
There is also a 200-liter oil drum and a flamethrower.
Marshall, who was walking in front, asked Randy to control the speed to the minimum, while he lit a cigarette and walked in front.
Behind them, the dawdling platoon leader whistled, and then the soldiers on the guard tower immediately clenched their weapons, ready to provide support at any time.
Amidst the low wheezing sound of the engine idling, the three people and the car were getting further and further away from the camp behind them, and getting closer and closer to the forest in front. But no matter how careful Marshall was, he was still unable to find the shooter.
Mark of.
He couldn't help but look back at the platoon leader who was still holding a telescope under the sentry tower, and then looked at the fuel gauge of the jeep. Wei Ran sighed secretly. He had already seen that the platoon leader was
Therefore, supporting Marshall so much is nothing more than having no hope at all and just wanting the latter to vent his frustration.
Although Guam is not that big, how easy is it to find the murderer on this small island? And Marshall didn’t notice it, Randy didn’t notice it, but he could see clearly that this car probably wasn’t even driving.
It won't go very far before it stalls due to lack of fuel.
"Marshall is lucky to have such a platoon leader who is willing to condone his misbehavior." Wei Ran muttered to himself, then patted Randy on the shoulder from behind, "Stop, you are here.
Manage the machine gun to be on alert, and I'll help Marshall look for it."
Hearing this, Randy stepped on the brakes silently, waited for Wei Ran to jump out with the carbine in the back seat, and immediately took over the machine gun in the co-pilot's position.
He lowered his head and looked at his feet. After these days of wind and sun, the surface that had been burned by the patrols with flamethrowers had sprouted seedlings of unknown plants.
The felled palm trees have also been sun-dried, but in the shadows, there are already some small insects such as spiders slowly building their own little world.
Looking up and looking around, Wei Ran walked towards Marshall, accompanying him aimlessly, looking for possible clues in the corpse stench that filled his nose.
"It was my suggestion to celebrate Randy's birthday." Marshall suddenly stopped and looked at Wei Ran with a sad smile, "I killed another good friend."
"You didn't kill Tom"
Wei Ran sighed, "Just like the gift you gave Tom for his wife, if there hadn't been the accident last night, Randy would be very grateful for the birthday party you prepared for him. But even if it was the accident last night,
I don't think either Tom or Randy would blame you."
"Really..." Marshall responded casually, obviously not listening, but still immersed in self-blame.
Wei Ran pointed to the remaining traces of the campfire in the distance, "Look, Marshall, that's where you helped Tom prepare gifts for his wife Laura, right?"
Marshall looked up, then nodded, "That's it."
"If an accident had happened to you at that time, would you blame Tom? Blame him for wanting to prepare a personal skull as a gift for his wife, but he killed you because of your enthusiasm."
"How could it be, how could I..." Marshall paused mid-sentence, "That's different."
“Nothing different”
Wei Ran shook his head, "We all want to do something for our friends in this war, but what hurts us and our friends will never be our warm-heartedness. Is it because of this incident that when I celebrate my birthday in the future, you
Aren't you going to prepare a birthday cake for me?
Marshall, it was not your cake that killed Tom, it was the mice hiding in the forest, it was those who started the war."
"But I can't find the murderers at all now," Marshall said almost desperately.
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As Wei Ran spoke, he raised the carbine he had been holding, pointed at the stinking corpses in the distance, and pulled the trigger.
Amidst the thin and clear gunfire, smelly stains exploded on the long-rotted corpse. But before a magazine was finished, Wei Ran himself began to feel dull.
"Keep looking." Marshall took a deep breath, lit a cigarette again, and walked toward the cave entrance not far away.
However, as the distance got closer, Marshall raised his fists vigilantly, and then spit out the cigarette he had just lit in his mouth.
Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately put on a new magazine and came over, half-crouched behind Marshall and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"That rifle," Marshall said with a hint of emotion in his tone, "is on the leg of the corpse whose head I borrowed."
"I saw it," Wei Ran responded in a low voice.
"There were absolutely no rifles there before."
Marshall's tone became more and more certain, "After I finished the head, I led people to throw all the weapons into the bonfire. There can't be any weapons there!"
"Don't move yet, I'll let Randy get ready first."
With that said, Wei Ran quickly ran to the side of the jeep, "Randy, be on guard at the edge of the forest."
"Understood!" As Randy spoke, he had already turned the muzzle of the machine gun.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran immediately ran back to Marshall, and the two of them approached quietly with weapons in hand.
As the distance got closer and closer, the smell of rotting corpses became stronger and stronger, and they gradually saw clearly that the muzzle of the 38-cap rifle resting on the leg of the headless corpse was pointed at exactly the same person last night.
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In addition, next to the corpse, you can see obvious footprints and palm prints extending all the way to the broken hole!
The two looked at each other. Marshall bent down, picked up a stone and threw it into the hole. At the same time, he shouted "fire in the hole!"
Almost at the moment when the stone collided with the entrance of the cave, a panicked shout came from the cave!
"Come out!" Marshall suppressed his anger and shouted loudly standing on the side of the cave entrance.
However, soon, a crisp gunshot sounded in this narrow cave.
Seeing this, Marshall dropped the Garand rifle at his feet and quickly ran back to the jeep to get the flamethrower!
Amidst the whirring sound, a fire snake spurted out far away from the entrance of the cave. The scorching heat made Wei Ran take a step back subconsciously.
Sure enough, this danger was far more useful than shouting. Soon, a dirty figure crawled out in panic while shouting words that no one could understand.
Although he was far away, Wei Ran could smell the strong smell of shit when this dirty thing with its lower body naked crawled out.
After a rough inspection to confirm that there were no hidden weapons on the hands or body of the nuclear-armed soldier, Wei Ran raised his finger and pointed to the cave. As if he understood what he wanted to express, the nuclear-armed soldier immediately shook his head.
Wei Ran pointed at the 38-gauge rifle not far away, and then saw a crazy smile on the dirty face of the nuclear recruiter.
Seeing this, Marshall signaled Weiyan to take it farther away, then pointed the flamethrower at the hole and pulled the trigger!
After spitting out two fire snakes in succession, Marshall immediately threw away the flamethrower, stepped forward and kicked down the recruiting soldier who was still laughing crazily.
But then, it started crying again, with a look of fear on its face. It stretched out its dirty hands and tried to hold Marshall's thigh to beg for mercy.
However, before Marshall could retreat, it began to slap the ground again, pointed at Marshall and laughed crazily, then made a shooting gesture, and hummed the melody of the birthday song.
"It's crazy," Wei Ran reminded Marshall from behind.
"That's not an excuse"
Marshall kicked him to the ground again, turned around and waved to Randy. After he drove the car over, the two of them immediately pushed down the oil drum in the Jeep and used a wrench to open the top lid.
"Randy, you and Victor go back first." As Marshall spoke, he roughly stamped the recruiter's limbs and joints.
The clearly audible sounds of bone cracking and screams made Randy shiver subconsciously, and Wei Ran, who was watching on the side, also frowned subconsciously.
"Marshall..."
"Don't persuade me"
Before Wei Ran could finish speaking, Marshall had already thrown the prisoner into an oil drum filled with half a barrel of water, and also unloaded a small barrel of gasoline from the rear of the car.
Amid the splashing water, Marshall held the grenade hanging on his shoulder and said, "Drive back immediately, there is nothing for you to do here."
"I want to stay..."
"Go back!" Marshall shouted at Randy with red eyes.
"Marshall, have you thought about the consequences of doing this?" Wei Ran grabbed Randy and asked.
"Consequences?" Marshall pulled down the grenade like crazy and released a finger, "Now, you two, go back immediately! There is nothing to do with you here!"
With a sigh, Wei Ran pulled Randy into the car, stepped on the accelerator and backed up a hundred meters.
"Victor, what is he going to do?" Randy asked in panic.
"He has to bear all the consequences himself." Wei Ran almost muttered to himself, saying almost the same words as the dawdling platoon leader behind him.
Compared to Randy, who looked dull, Captain Lewis, who was standing under the guard tower, sighed, "Forget it, let the military police prepare. That's not bad. At least he doesn't have to continue to suffer in this war."
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With everyone watching from a distance, Marshall threw the grenade in his hand into the hole, then pulled some almost dried dead wood from around and piled it on the edge of the oil drum. After pouring gasoline on it, he left
Laoyuan once again carried the flamethrower.
After replacing the new ignition tube step by step, Marshall pressed the ignition trigger with a calm expression, accurately letting the hot fire snake ignite the firewood poured with gasoline, and then roasted the oil surrounded by the center of the flame.
bucket.
Amidst the continuous spraying of flames, Marshall also murmured to himself and asked the questions that had been accumulated in his heart for too long without finding the answers.
"Did Greg scream like this when he was eaten by you? You put him in a bucket to boil while he was alive, didn't you?"
"The God that Tom made me believe in probably wouldn't allow me to do such a cruel thing, right?"
"So when you started the war, did you ever think about the consequences?"
"Your parents, your wife, children, and your friends, will they forgive me for what I'm doing to you now?"
"If they can forgive me for torturing you, then I can also forgive you for killing Tom, and I can forgive you for killing Sean and killing Greg."
"If you also have your beliefs, let the God you believe in negotiate with the God I will start believing in tomorrow to see who among us deserves to go to hell!"
