In the warm wooden house, as Wei Ran finished eating the soft roasted potatoes in his hand, Instructor Zheng's questioning of him came to an end.
Coincidentally, the hygienist who had bandaged his and Jack's wounds also sent Weiran's camera back.
"This is your camera"
Instructor Zheng pushed the camera to Weiran along with a box of unopened film, and said in English, "Mr. Victor, we need to review the photos taken by your camera. If there are no problems in the review, the relevant
The negatives will be returned to you in time. Until then, this roll of film should be regarded as compensation for you."
"Can this still happen?"
Wei Ran muttered in his heart, hesitated for a moment, pushed the film back, and said in English, "There is no need for compensation. If possible, I hope you can give me a photo of those auto soldiers that I took."
alright."
"Of course, no problem," Instructor Zheng agreed happily.
"One more thing"
As he spoke, Wei Ran used the cover of his coat's inner pocket to take out his bottle of wine again, and then took out all the chocolates on his body and pushed them to the other party, "If it's convenient, this bottle of wine and these chocolates can help me pass them on to
The soldier who saved Jack and I? You see, as you just said, after we surrendered, we were already friends. Since we are friends, we shouldn't refuse gifts from friends, right? "
Having said this, Wei Ran deliberately opened the lid of the wine pot, held the spout a punch's distance away from his mouth, poured some white wine into his mouth, and then swallowed it in one gulp, "You see, these wines are drinkable, and
It is Chinese liquor. If you are worried that those chocolates are poisonous, I will also..."
"Mr. Victor, I accept your gift on behalf of Comrade Liu Haifu." As instructor Zheng spoke, he stood up and extended his hand towards Wei Ran.
Wei Ran solemnly shook hands with the other party. Satisfied, Wei Ran took out the only two packs of cigarettes from his pocket and insisted on giving one of the packs to the other party. Then he tore open the remaining pack and took out two cigarettes.
One was given to instructor Zheng again.
After the two of them lit up their cigarettes, Wei Ran asked, "Where will we be sent next?"
Instructor Zheng smiled and said, "You will be sent to a safe rear area, where you can wait until the war is over before going home. Okay, I will take you to find a place to sleep first, and wait until dark
, someone will send you away."
After saying that, Instructor Zheng greeted Wei Ran and Jack and left the warm cabin, walked a hundred or ten meters into the forest in the distance, and placed them in a ground shack that also had a fire.
"Why are we allowed to live in a place like this?" Jack waited until instructor Zheng left before saying dissatisfiedly, "This kind of place is for rats."
"If you don't worry about being killed by bombs dropped by our bombers, just go to that wooden house."
While Wei Ran was talking, he was already sitting on a wooden bed next to the stove. After playing with the lost camera, he took out a box of film from his pocket and put it in it.
Hearing this, Jack sat down on the bed opposite Wei Ran. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "Victor, where do you think we will be sent next?"
"Of course it's a prisoner of war camp"
Wei Ran replied absently, "Didn't that gentleman just say that? We can wait until the war is over in the safe rear, and then we can go home."
"We will definitely be tortured to death," Jack said worriedly, "Maybe they will do some horrific experiments on us."
"Don't worry, it won't happen."
Wei Ran put the camera loaded with film into his leather case, "At most it's almost like going to jail, but it's definitely more comfortable than going to jail."
"I came to fight just so I wouldn't have to go to jail, but I didn't expect that I would end up in jail."
Jack shook the gold ring on his hand as he spoke, "But they didn't take away my ring and watch."
"Those things don't belong to you, do they?" Wei Ran asked absently.
"of course not"
Jack lowered his voice slightly and said proudly, "These were all found from the corpses of white people when we were cleaning the battlefield."
Having said this, Jack rolled up his cuffs, pointed to the watch on his left wrist and said with increasing pride, "I got this watch from a captain, who was not dead at the time. In order to get this watch,
I had to slit his neck with a piece of shrapnel."
Still not waiting for Wei Ran to speak, Jack pointed to Wei Ran's camera placed on the bedside and said with determination, "Your camera must have come from that way, right?"
"Probably," Wei Ran said nonchalantly.
"As long as these Chinese people don't plan to steal my things, going to jail in their prisoner of war camp doesn't seem to be an unacceptable thing." Jack explained to himself, "If I really survive until the end of the war, these things will be enough for me to live for several years.
It’s an easy time now.”
"Jack, where are you from?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Detroit"
Jack said dissatisfied, "Didn't I tell that when the gentleman asked me just now? I also said that I have two brothers and a sister."
"I was distracted," Wei Ranhun said nonchalantly.
Hearing this, Jack did not pursue these minor issues. He put down the cuffs of his hands and pillowed them behind his head. He looked at the log above his head and said with regret, "It's a pity. It would be great if Nick was also rescued. We also made an appointment."
I’m going to take him to Detroit for a walk after the war is over.”
"Isn't racial discrimination very serious there?" Wei Ran asked absently.
“Where is there no racial discrimination in America?”
Jack mocked nonchalantly, "After all, this is a damn white man's world. In comparison, it's actually not bad to come to this hellish place to join the war."
"Why do you say that?" Wei Ran turned to look at Jack and asked with confusion on his face.
"Why else?"
Jack said the truth in a matter-of-fact tone that was more cruel than the racial discrimination he had experienced, "Although fighting is dangerous, there are at least lower races than us here, right? In their eyes, we are just like us
In the eyes of white people, this kind of noble feeling cannot be experienced in the United States."
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Wei Ran withdrew his gaze, and couldn't help but think of the children who cried loudly after being hit with cans by Jack, but still chased the truck, and the women who were hard to hold in the mouths of black men who were fun and cheap.
As the conversation came to an end, the warm shack fell into silence. After a while, the heartless and even slightly heartless Jack began to snore.
"I wonder what dangers we will encounter on the way to the prisoner of war camp..." Wei Ran muttered to himself, staring blankly at the log above his head and lost in thought.
During the long wait, the sky outside the shack gradually darkened. When the setting sun was once again blocked by the mountains, instructor Zheng and Liu Yijiao also brought food and two kerosene lamps.
To Wei Ran's expectation, the food they sent not only included a large plate of large steamed buns made of white flour, but also a large bowl of pork and cabbage stewed vermicelli, a large bowl of oily scrambled eggs, and two slightly wrinkled apples.
"Eat quickly"
As instructor Zheng spoke, he also gave each of Wei Ran and Jack a set of silver knives and forks with the U.S. Army logo. "When you are full, you can leave the battlefield."
"Thank you, let's eat together?" Wei Ran subconsciously sent an invitation to instructor Zheng and Liu Yijiao.
"We have already eaten." Instructor Zheng smiled and waved his hand, "You eat slowly, we will clean up in an hour."
Watching the two people leave the shack, Wei Ran glanced at Jack who was trying to stir up a lump of vermicelli with a fork. After hesitating for a moment, he adjusted the kerosene lamp to the brightest, then made some adjustments to the camera, found a good position and pressed
opened the shutter.
"What are you filming me for?" Jack, who still couldn't pick out the vermicelli, asked in a hurry.
"Nothing." Wei Ran smiled, put away the camera, walked to the door, and looked out through the crack in the door.
Unfortunately, wherever he looked, except for the two soldiers standing guard with guns, he could not see the standard of the dinner that Liu Yijiao and others had.
After thinking about his status as a prisoner of war, Wei Ran finally sat down at the table, picked up his knife and fork, took a piece of scrambled egg and stuffed it into his mouth, followed by taking another bite of a big snow-white steamed bun.
"I should have needed a pair of chopsticks..." Wei Ran muttered to himself, stirred up a lump of vermicelli and stuffed it into his mouth.
After finishing the sumptuous dinner with some effort, Jack picked up the silver table knife, wiped it on his sleeve and stuffed it into his pocket.
"You'd better put it down," Wei Ran stood up and reminded as he walked to the table, "This will hurt you, and it will also hurt me."
"Don't worry! I'm sure!" Jack said confidently, "As long as we kidnap the one who can speak English..."
"Bang!"
Before he could finish speaking, Wei Ran had already pressed the back of Jack's head and slammed his head against the table.
"Do you think I'm consulting with you?"
While Wei Ran was speaking, he punched Jack hard on his left rib, then pinched his wrist holding the knife and squeezed hard, and the silver knife also hit the soil with a clatter.
on the ground.
"You fearful and foul-mouthed bastard! I've had enough of you!"
Just as Jack's harsh words were spoken, Wei Ran had already picked up the table knife he had just used, and put the rounded tip with oil stains on it at the corner of Jack's eye, "Guess if I can cut your
Eyeballs gouged out?”
"Keep it away from my eyes!" Jack shouted in horror.
"You'd better keep your voice down"
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already pressed the tip of the knife against Jack's eyeball through his lower eyelid, "Otherwise, I'm afraid you will become a one-eyed pirate."
"Victor, put the knife away quickly!" Jack urged in a low voice, with undisguised fear in his tone.
"Last reminder"
Wei Ran let the back of the knife slide slowly along Jack's lower eye socket, and said in a calm tone, "Don't cause any trouble before I arrive at the prisoner of war camp. If you want to die, you can tell me at any time, and I can let you die."
It's very comfortable, but it can also make your death very painful."
"I...I know," Jack said eagerly, "Quickly...put the knife away quickly!"
"You'd better remember it clearly."
Wei Ran deliberately let the back of the knife slide down the corner of Jack's eyes, and then gently swept it across his throat and neck until the other person got goose bumps. Then he pressed Jack's hand on the table and said "duh".
He slammed the handle of the table knife on the table exposed between his fingers.
"ah--!"
Jack subconsciously shouted, but Wei Ran had already sprinted to the other side of the table.
"Bang!"
The ajar wooden door was kicked open by the soldier standing guard outside, and the submachine gun in his hand was subconsciously aimed at the two of them.
"Pick up the knife and remember to smile." Wei Ran, who was already standing across the table, raised his hands and reminded in English with a smile.
Jack, who was still in shock, looked at his intact hands, and then at the table knife still clamped on Wei Ran's fingertips. After reacting, he first breathed a sigh of relief, and then squeezed out a cry toward the little soldier that was uglier than crying.
With an expression on his face, he slowly bent down and picked up the table knife that he just dropped and made a gesture.
Seeing this, the volunteer soldier holding the gun also breathed a sigh of relief. After raising the muzzle of the gun, he called another soldier who came in later and took out the tableware on the table and the unfinished steamed buns.
It wasn't until the wooden door was closed again that Jack breathed a sigh of relief. He then glanced at Wei Ran, but this time he didn't dare to say anything more. He sat on his bed obediently and stared at his black and white eyes.
His big eyes looked at Wei Ran across from him through two kerosene lamps.
