After clearing the supplies on the armored pickup truck and briefly washing up, Wei Ran followed Jima into the tent in the center of the camp.
This tent seemed to function as a restaurant, and many people had already come to have breakfast.
These people include teachers Culp and Anna who have almost finished breakfast, as well as their nominal classmate Maya, as well as Charlotte and Mr. Edward.
And judging from the harmonious relationship between everyone, it was obvious that Edward had not been affected by Edward's attempt to use a virus program to invade the computers here.
What made him even more dumbfounded was that the person working in the busy dining car at the door was actually a chef from the Hongqi Forest Farm. In addition, there were two people who buried two oil drums that served as stoves in the sand next to the dining car.
At this time, we are busy making Egyptian flatbreads with local characteristics and various side dishes.
"Victor, come and have a cup of tea."
Charlotte, who was sitting in the corner of the tent, asked Wei Ran to sit down next to him, picked up the exquisite bone china teapot on the table, poured him a cup of English black tea, and added some milk to it.
“Come and try it”
Edward, who was sitting opposite, greeted him enthusiastically in German, "This is the Twinings black tea that even our queen likes to drink. Let's see how it is different from your Chinese tea."
"Thanks"
Wei Ran responded politely, these two old guys are quite interesting. Charlotte was wearing a brand-name retro outdoor outfit, looking like an old donkey, but the ones hanging on his belt were more decorative than practical.
Just know all kinds of camping tools, maybe this is my first time even sleeping in a tent.
As for Edward, the old man was wearing a set of thick pajamas, and even had a nightcap decorated with fur balls that he had only seen in cartoons.
Picking up the metal spoon on the tray and gently stirring the liquid in the cup, Wei Ran took a polite sip, and then came out a series of free and complimentary words.
But in his heart, Wei Ran's objective evaluation of the so-called "black tea that the Queen of England likes to drink" is, at best, only slightly better than domestic milk tea that costs 15 yuan a cup. Even considering that domestic milk tea is still
I will add some pearl sago pudding and the like, so the rating may need to be lower.
"Look at Victor's hypocritical and disgusting face"
Teacher Anna, who had already finished her breakfast, blatantly mocked in Russian, "It's exactly the same as when Brezhnev deceived the Soviet people."
"That Brit is an arrogant fool too"
Saleh, who had just come in with breakfast, said, "How could he think of comparing their black tea with Chinese tea? The guy in my shop who has never left Egypt knows that tea was invented by the Chinese."
"He should argue with Victor about men wearing skirts."
Culp, who was wiping his mouth with a tissue, joked in a calm tone, "On this matter, those British guys who like men's butts are much more professional than most men in the world."
"Pfft-cough!"
Maya, who had been listening, finally couldn't hold it back and sprayed all the milk she had just poured into her mouth onto Jimma's face opposite her. Then, while gesturing with her thumbs, she buried her head in her arms and began to twitch.
“Laugh if you want to”
Jimahun touched the milk on his face carelessly, "That stupid old man dressed like in a cartoon can't understand Russian. I asked him in Russian during the day yesterday if he also liked little boys, but he didn't.
What’s the reaction?”
Before this wicked thing finished speaking, Maya could no longer hold back her laughter. While laughing, she even made a loud noise on the table.
"Compared with his inability to understand Russian, Victor's German is much better than yours." After Culp finished speaking, his tone became more doubtful, "Also, when did this bastard learn Italian?"
"I discovered it before we set off." Anna put a mouthful of fried fish into her mouth with a normal expression, "This little guy is a language genius."
"Victor, what are they laughing at?"
While these people were arranging Edward, Edward also asked Wei Ran, who was also trying hard to hold back his laughter, his doubts.
"Soviet jokes," Wei Ran replied casually, suppressing a smile, "You know, Soviet jokes never go out of style."
"Our British jokes always seem to be related to the weather," Edward laughed at himself, spreading his hands. "Of course, it's also related to the fact that the pole dancer has her grandmother's face printed on the paper on her chest."
"puff!"
This time, the one who sprayed out the milk that had just been taken into her mouth was Teacher Anna, who had always been well-behaved.
"What do you mean?" Culp, who was half a beat too slow to react, asked with interest.
“People who watch pole dancing have royal blood.”
Saleh explained in Russian with a normal expression, "It's a long-outdated British joke. The latest version is that his father's face may never appear on that piece of paper, but they all want to have their own face printed on it."
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This meal is inedible...
Wei Ran's entire face was red from suppressing it, but he dared not swallow the mouthful of Egyptian bread in his mouth for fear of choking to death.
After struggling to finish the sumptuous breakfast, Culp and others blatantly teased her, and the man named Matt, who usually followed Charlotte, instantly shifted to other aspects when he entered the tent with breakfast. Almost his front and back legs
, Edward also shifted the topic to his commission.
"Victor, stop laughing."
Edward tapped the tea cup helplessly with his table knife, "This is the first time I know that British jokes are so funny, but now can you tell me about the progress of your investigation? Can you find those colleagues of my grandfather?"
"It's not that easy"
Wei Ran raised his hand as a greeting to Matt, who was sitting behind Charlotte, and then declined, "But before August, I will definitely give you a satisfactory investigation result."
“It’s better to be faster”
Edward pointed to the vast desert outside the tent, "If I can take them back to England before your filming is over, maybe I can take them back to England."
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Wei Ran made the promise with a serious face, but secretly curled his lips inwardly. Although the price offered by this old boy was quite high, he really had no motivation now.
Besides, there are still more than twenty days before the end of the month. If the investigation is carried out earlier, the other party will probably not pay more remuneration. In this case, just wait.
After dismissing the somewhat clingy Edward with one assurance after another, Wei Ran also left the tent at Culp's greeting and walked towards the other side of the camp.
"The rest of the work will be left to you."
Culp took Weiran under a large canopy, pointed at the war equipment parked inside and said, "Help take a look at these things. Is there anything wrong with them?"
While Culp was talking, Weiran also focused on the World War II equipment parked under the canopy.
There are Italian three-wheel motorcycles that I have driven here, the CL39 light truck with a square head and a square head, two L3 small tanks also from Italy, a German wheeled reconnaissance vehicle and two World War II British Army vehicles.
Wheeled reconnaissance vehicle.
However, although the engines of the two L3 small tanks were removed and replaced with an electric motor as power, the shells were still genuine, and even the weapon systems inside were intact.
But the German and British reconnaissance vehicles collapsed. Just by bending down, he could see through the chassis that this thing was most likely made by adding a shell to an ordinary car chassis and then distressing it.
Fortunately, a good-looking product is a good-looking product after all. No matter how rough it is on the inside, at least it looks flawless on the outside. As long as the photographer doesn't extend the lens under the chassis, the secret should not be exposed.
“No big problem”
Wei Ran said with certainty that the discrepancy between these props and his memory was not too big, "But the specifications of the oil drums used on this tricycle were too uniform. At that time, they were basically used indiscriminately, and various troops were mixed in them.
Oil drums, and even oil drums used to hold engine cooling water are mixed together, and even the painting colors should be more mixed to be normal."
At this point, Wei Ran sighed secretly. The scripts used in the movie that Culp and others were planning to shoot were basically based on the legacy letter Charlotte found from the dry well, as well as his own "investigation".
It was created by blending historical truths with each other.
In this story that is about to be put on the screen, there is no transport company soldier named Victor who escaped from the battlefield with them. Even the tricycle was used by the Italian tank crews on their way to escape from the battlefield.
It was picked up from the hands of a transport company soldier who had died in the battle.
What kind of battles the transport company soldier who once drove a tricycle to deliver supplies experienced during his lifetime, what kind of people he met, and even his name were not recorded at all. Even according to the description in the script, his only shot
, it’s just an unknown corpse lying on the yellow sand.
In the future, when this story is put on the screen, those viewers may be moved by the deep friendship established by soldiers from three countries on the edge of the battlefield, but there is a high probability that they will not remember the nameless corpses that flashed in front of the camera.
Even on the battlefield that cannot be seen by the camera, there are destined to be more nameless soldiers who are also flesh and blood, but not even a frame of the picture is left.
Such a regret, I'm afraid even metal notebooks can't have both...
Wei Ran felt a little unmotivated and powerless. In the recent Battle of Belgorod, wasn't the same thing true for the tank electromechanical crew he replaced? Who would remember them? Compared to those battles that required their lives, they
Maybe it's just the numbers after the decimal point that are omitted from history books.
"What's wrong with you?" Culp glanced at Wei Ran, who was suddenly feeling depressed, and asked strangely.
"Nothing." Wei Ran smiled, "I was just thinking about when the war would end completely."
"A complete end?"
Culp nonchalantly took out a few oil drums that didn't look pleasing to his eyes from the cargo compartment of the three-wheeled motorcycle and threw them aside. "There will come a day when everyone on this planet is dead and war will begin."
It will definitely end.
Before that, there will always be countless people who will take up arms without hesitation for the sake of their beliefs, their race, and even for stupid things like whether men should wear plaid skirts."
Having said this, Culp looked at Wei Ran with a smile, "Victor, I'm suddenly very curious about your point of view."
"What point of view?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously.
"Of course it's about the war," Culp spread his hands and joked, "could it be about whether men should wear skirts?"
"We don't actively provoke war, but we are not afraid of war. Even if the consequences are that everyone on this planet will die, we will still fight when it is time to fight."
At this point, Wei Ran also spread his hands, "As for whether men should wear skirts, except for the British, I'm afraid most normal people would give a negative answer."
"There are not many young people who are as sensible and as impulsive as you."
Culp kicked away the picked oil drum and said, "Come on, come with me to see if there is anything that needs to be adjusted in the clothing and individual weapons."
