Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Wei Ran carried a pocket full of mobile hard drives, said goodbye to Xia Shushi and the reluctant Xia Chuan, and slowly walked towards the corner of the street.
Behind him, the old man who clearly remembered nothing had his back straight. He wanted to raise his hand several times, but put it down several times.
In fact, Wei Ran already knew that when he blew the charge horn, the old man had already recognized that he was not the squad leader Shen he had always remembered, and he even knew that the old man had briefly woken up from his sleep and returned to this peaceful and peaceful place. real world.
What he didn't know was whether the once young trumpeter would forget everything that happened today when the sun rises tomorrow, or whether he would be like what he saw today, or be addicted to cartoons. Or he is addicted to the mobile game taught to him by his grandson, or he mistakes the next visitor for Monitor Shen who lives deep in his heart.
But at least, even if he returns to the dream again, at least he no longer has to set foot on the battlefield again, he can leave this world to his children and grandchildren with peace of mind, and he can enjoy a peaceful life with peace of mind.
"That's enough..."
Wei Ran took one last look at the old man who was still being supported by Xia Shushi and stood on the roadside. Finally, he raised his hand to stop a taxi and got in without any worries or regrets.
"Where to go?" the taxi driver asked while slowly stepping on the accelerator.
"hotel"
Wei Ran paused and added, "Find a hotel in the busiest and busiest area."
"Sit tight"
The middle-aged driver, who obviously did not have a local accent, had steadily increased his speed as he spoke, and drove straight to his destination on the undulating flat road.
In the midst of his thoughts, the taxi stopped at the door of a hotel not far from the city's landmark square, and introduced enthusiastically, "This is it. This is the best hotel in our area."
“Then let’s go to this one”
Wei Ran happily paid off the fare and checked into this hotel with a high-priced but useless portable hard drive and a small amount of luggage.
After careful inspection, he kicked off his shoes and slumped down on the soft sofa, staring at the sparkling coastline outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Let me live for you, and live to see the world." Wei Ran muttered to himself, and there was no longer any melancholy in his heart.
In the next few days, except for occasionally going out for a walk during the day, he spent most of the rest of his time staying in this hotel, patiently waiting for the countdown on the metal book to end.
It's not that he hasn't thought about rushing back to Kazan or even Inta before the countdown ends, but because he doesn't know if the metal book will immediately enter the fourth act without caring about the occasion after the countdown ends, so to be on the safe side, more Staying outside for a few days is undoubtedly the best option.
As time passed day by day, the remaining time in the countdown gradually decreased. During this period, he deliberately took a taxi and passed by the door of Soseki's old book several times. On one of them, he even saw the man sitting on the deck chair at the door. On the lap of the old man who was sunbathing, there was a mottled little milk cat.
Also in the past few days, Suisui, who was still busy directing Pan Kang in Inta, also contacted him several times. In addition to happily showing her the "dual card dual standby" assistant, he also revealed that
After Inta's work is over, if she has the chance, she will probably take her twin assistants back to China with her.
Although he didn't know what this little trick was trying to do, Wei Ran didn't care. He just hung up the phone and took advantage of the time to call Alili when it was already late at night in Inta.
Make a phone call and ask the other party to help solve the identity problem of the twins Katjanka.
Naturally, this kind of thing cannot be difficult for Alili. Even if Alili can't do anything, Misha, who has a father in the police station, can easily solve it. Especially in a remote place like Inta, there is no problem in getting two new identities.
Difficulty.
Putting these trivial matters behind him, Wei Ran took a good bath with only one hour left before the end of the countdown, filled the empty flask with white wine, then closed the curtains and locked the room.
Then he took out the metal book and spread it on the coffee table, staring at the constantly beating countdown and waiting patiently.
Under his quiet gaze, the blue countdown on the page finally returned to zero with the last beat and turned into the words "Act IV". Then, the metal quill also hovered on the page.
Above. A few lines of text written in blue handwriting.
Role identity: Prisoner of war Victor
Return mission: Survive to the prisoner of war camp, assist your roommates in completing the poisoning mission, and knock down at least two rabbit riding prisoners of war.
Skill restrictions: temporary deprivation of Chinese language, temporary deprivation of medical treatment
Prisoners of war? Poisoning? Skill restrictions?
Wei Ran, who had been fully prepared, suddenly felt a little confused. He watched as a strong white light flashed in front of his eyes, and then a few images of pitifully few items flashed across his eyes.
I don’t know if it was because of the bad taste of the old book, but among the items that I could use this time, the first thing that appeared was that bulky anti-tank gun!
But apart from the anti-tank gun, which was destined to be useless, the only other thing that could be used was a hip flask.
This is so cheating!
Wei Ran cursed secretly in the white light that came back on. Immediately afterwards, he felt pain from his head and a sense of restraint in his chin and cheeks. Of course, there was also the continuous bumping under his buttocks.
When his vision returned, Wei Ran gradually realized that he was in the bed of a truck. There were several wounded black people sitting or lying around him, visible to the naked eye. The most serious one among them had lost more than half of his arm.
, there was still plasma hanging on the canvas awning overhead.
Looking at myself again, I was wearing an American M47 coat stained with blood, and an Argus camera in a leather case hung around my neck. I reached out and touched my head, which was wrapped in thick gauze.
When your fingers touch the top of your head, you can still feel a clear tingling sensation.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Open the canvas curtain of the cargo hopper, and what you can see is a wheat field covered with a thin layer of snow. A little further away, there is a dozen thatched houses.
In the small villages that are pieced together, on the roadside a little closer, you can still see locals wearing national costumes and a few children chasing cars.
While he was stunned, a black American soldier had already taken out a can of spiritual meat from his pocket, and smashed it against the skinny children with all his strength, as if he was holding it back.
Unfortunately, perhaps because of the bumps of the truck, the cans flying out at high speed almost grazed the scalps of the children and hit the ground hard, causing two of the children to stop immediately.
, turned around and rushed towards the box of cracked cans.
At one moment, Wei Ran even mistakenly thought that he was boarding a tourist cage car like the one in the zoo. People were shaking food in their hands on the car, and wild animals were chasing them outside while greedy for the food in the car.
But when those pieces of meat or fruit fly out of the cage, even if they have hit the beast's face, their first thought is not to protect their own dignity, but to eat the food before others.
Enter the stomach.
There is no doubt that for the wounded black people in this car, they are just tourists with food in their hands, and those children are beasts in their eyes.
"Nick, get out of the way, it's my turn!"
While he was talking, another black man squeezed over, weighed the can in his hand, rounded his arms and threw it out, accurately hitting a child in the chest.
Seeing the child falling to the ground and starting to cry, the wounded in the truck who were still able to move began to burst into laughter.
The black soldier who hit the child with a can also threw a second box of cans amidst the praise of others and hit a child on the forehead again.
"Jack, you can be a pitcher in the future."
The black man who was the first to throw the can outside said, "Maybe you can be like Jackie Robinson and play for the Brooklyn Dodgers."
"I don't want to play baseball with white people."
As he spoke, the black soldier named Jack had already hit the third child who was still chasing the truck with the third box of cans handed to him by his companion. "Otherwise, I will definitely be like those monkeys and hit him when the time comes."
I’m afraid what hit my face wasn’t canned food, but maybe baseballs and baseball bats.”
"Even if you want to go, at least we have to have a chance to leave this battlefield alive." A black wounded man whose name was unknown said, "For those damn white soldiers, we are just cannon fodder."
"So it's a good thing we're injured, isn't it?"
The black man Nick looked at the gauze on his thigh proudly and said, "This shot is enough for me to lie in the back for a month."
Listening to the chatter of the other injured people in the car, Wei Ran secretly shook his head. White people discriminated against black people, and black people found the dignity that had been taken away and trampled on from the local people.
Or in other words, if the local children can only be equated with beasts in the eyes of these black soldiers, then these black soldiers are probably not much different from animals in the eyes of white soldiers.
"Hey! Look at that girl!"
The black man Jack, who was hitting the child with a can just now, whistled at a local girl on the side of the road who waved warmly to them, and then threw the can in his hand as "gently" as possible.
"Do you believe it?"
Jack waited until the local girl picked up the can, then turned around and said proudly, "None of them are wearing underwear!"
"How do you know?" a young black soldier whose head was also wrapped in gauze immediately asked, while other wounded people in the car also looked over.
"Ask Nick" A black soldier named Jack pretended to be mysterious and gave up the power of explanation to his companions.
"Jack and I met a girl last month."
The black soldier named Nick lowered his voice slightly and said, "We just gave her five cans and two bottles of Coke, and she served us all afternoon!"
"Five cans? Two bottles of Coke?!"
A black soldier who had just been silent said with a mocking look, "Are you two idiots? You gave us too much. When we were in Incheon, we only needed two large compressed biscuits, a can, or a sausage.
Pick anyone to sleep with for the night, and the girls will always use their skirts to carry cans and biscuits when they leave.
By God, their butts are so white! And like Jack said, they don't wear underwear."
"I wonder if there are such cheap girls near where we are going." The black soldier holding gauze on his head said longingly.
"Don't worry, there must be some, and the closer we get to where we landed, the more girls like this there will be."
"Bill is right." Black Jack glanced at the bandage on his calf, "We can have some fun together then."
"It seems that this is the Hanbang Kingdom in later generations, right?"
Wei Ran looked at the black soldiers who responded enthusiastically, and then looked at the scenery outside the canvas curtain, but he couldn't help but secretly ponder in his mind, the girl who waved enthusiastically just now, and the children who were chasing the car.
On the dining tables at their respective homes tonight, will there be an extra dish of military hotpot that can be applied for World Heritage status, or will there be more luncheon meat cut into translucent thin slices in the spicy cabbage and soy sauce soup?
