"I...I heard about your disappearance." Wei Ran explained casually. He never expected that when he met these two people again, he would be a prisoner of war.
"Missing?"
In the closed train, Brendon and Morgan, holding playing cards in their hands, looked at each other and said in unison, "What you want to say is actually to die in battle, right?"
"Definitely died in battle"
A white prisoner of war whom Wei Ran didn't know sneered, "As long as we die in the battle, they will save a lot of trouble. At most, they will only receive a pension. Maybe our death will make big news."
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"I don't have a problem with our deaths making news, but when we come back alive, I hope we won't take back the pensions we receive."
"We in the UK are different..."
"Come on, sissies in skirts, you guys are no better."
“You Canada are just as rubbish as the United States!”
"Take off the British guy's pants, I bet with my pocket watch, they must be wearing a plaid skirt underneath!"
"You Australian prison-born bastard, shut your mouth!"
"Alan! Kill that British guy!"
Seeing that all kinds of captives in this tank truck were about to be pinched, Wei Ran secretly breathed a sigh of relief. He just called out the names of Brendon and Morgan, which was a completely subconscious reaction. If he was really questioned by those two people,
He couldn't explain it clearly. It was just right to have such a fuss now. If nothing else, at least they both had no intention of paying attention to themselves for the time being.
However, while he breathed a sigh of relief, the volunteer soldiers who were responsible for guarding both ends of the tanker truck and the hatch immediately raised their weapons. And this uniform and murderous movement also made the animals who were about to fight
They immediately calmed down.
"I protest!"
A soldier wearing an American M47 coat let go of a British soldier's hair and shouted dissatisfied, "Why did you put two niggas in our compartment?! This is an insult to us!"
"Alan is right!"
Not only did someone yell in the corner, but then all the dozen or so American prisoners in the carriage started yelling, including Morgan.
On the other hand, Brendan, the engineer company commander of the Seabee Battalion's Colored Company, looked helpless as he looked at Guard Ran and Jack, who subconsciously shrank into the corner, spreading his hands and shrugging.
"Stand up straight"
Wei Ran shouted to Jack, and then deliberately raised his voice and said, "What are you afraid of? Everyone is a prisoner now. If they dare to take action, the surrounding soldiers will definitely shoot at them."
"But..."
The black man Jack opened his mouth slowly, revealing the chip caused by knocking out one of his front teeth. His happy and timid appearance was completely different from the ferocity he had when he boasted about how he used shrapnel to cut open the white wounded's neck to grab the watch.
But soon, he discovered that what Wei Ran said seemed to be correct. Those white people were indeed just shouting, not directly taking action like they did in the United States. The soldiers responsible for guarding did not seem to understand English at all. On the contrary,
Because those idiots who raised their arms in protest moved too much, they subconsciously picked up the submachine guns they had just put down again.
After discovering these small details, Jack, who had just been scared to death, stood beside Wei Ran again, and some shady thoughts began to flash in his big black and white eyes.
"Nigger, what's your name?"
Morgan, still holding the cards in his hand, lit a cigarette, pushed away the person next to him, stepped forward and asked Wei Ran.
"Victor" Wei Ran responded nonchalantly.
"Your camera is pretty good. No matter where you stole it from, do you want to gamble with it?"
As Morgan spoke, he took out a wad of military bills from his pocket and said, "Just play. If you win, these bills belong to you. If you lose, how about I give you your camera?"
"Not interested in"
Wei Ran decisively rejected the other party's proposal. He also hoped to use this camera to take more photos, so naturally he would not use it as a bet. Besides, those military banknotes would be useless paper after the war and were worthless.
Speaking of which, this is also a common trick of Silly Beauty. Whether it is in Germany in the late World War II, or on this battlefield at this time, or in the Vietnam War that will only start a few years later, issuing military banknotes, or tokens, is their most commonly used method.
s method.
This thing was directly linked to the U.S. dollar during the war. You can buy anything in the occupied areas at will, but it will be invalidated as soon as the war ends. Except for their own soldiers who can exchange it for U.S. dollars, for those in the occupied areas, that
It's basically useless paper that has nowhere to be redeemed.
"Look! A nigger is a nigger!"
Morgan's tone was full of ridicule and contempt, "They should be sent to the farm to grow cotton. Since you don't dare to gamble, you two disgusting guys will sit on the floor like dogs."
"I'll bet with you!"
Before Morgan finished speaking, Jack, who had just looked embarrassed and fearful, stood up and said, "How about I bet with you?"
"Do you also have a camera?" Morgan said noncommittally, "Don't worry, our gamble is absolutely fair. The Chinese soldiers around us will not steal our things, and they will not allow us to steal anything, so a gamble is the best way.
Isn't it?"
"Just a reminder"
Brendon, who had been watching the excitement just now, reminded, "I am from Nevada. Where we are, legal gambling is written in the state constitution, so the gambling games I witnessed, no matter what the win or loss, are subject to U.S. law."
Protection. You must think carefully before participating in the gambling game."
"no problem"
Jack nodded in agreement without thinking, and at the same time took out a wad of military bills that were at least twice as thick from his pocket, "Just a handful, I won, your money is mine, and Victor and I can
Sit on the bed as equals. If I lose, all the money goes to you, and Victor and I sit on the floor."
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Plus the watch on your hand," Morgan said greedily.
"Plus the two rings on your hand" Jack also increased his chips.
"Do you have any objections?" Morgan looked at the American prisoners of war around him. Seeing their indifferent attitudes, he immediately agreed to the bet, "How do you want to play?"
"As long as Americans can play," Jack said nonchalantly.
"Then let's do blackjack."
Morgan said, throwing the cards in his hand on the bed, "Do you need to check the cards?"
"certainly"
As Jack said that, he had already taken off the banknotes and watch in his hand and handed them to Wei Ran. He knelt down on the edge of the bed, clumsily arranged the scattered cards, and checked them carefully.
"Morgan, it looks like you're going to win." An American prisoner looked at Jack's clumsy way of sorting the cards and made an immediate judgment.
"How could I lose to a dirty nigger?" Morgan's tone became more and more confident.
"Morgan"
Victor waited for the other party to look over, and also took out a wad of bills, "I'll add the money to Jack's bet. If he wins, your sunglasses will be mine."
"You mean this?"
Morgan picked up the toad mirror hanging on his collar and shook it. When Wei Ran nodded, he immediately said happily, "Of course it's no problem."
"Jack, do you have any objection?" Wei Ran asked with a smile. Of course, he didn't have a crush on sunglasses, he just wanted to give Jack some support.
Although Jack was repaired by Wei Ran not long ago, fortunately he was not really stupid. Of course he could see Wei Ran's thoughts, so he immediately nodded and said, "Soon you will have a pair of sunglasses."
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"Squad leader, don't we care?" While Wei Ran was reaching an agreement with Jack and others, a volunteer soldier not far from him also whispered to the squad leader beside him.
"Do not care"
The volunteer squad leader said calmly, "Although we don't advocate gambling, we may be able to make their relationship more harmonious, which will prevent them from fighting. So wait, after these people are sent to the prisoner of war camp, someone will naturally educate them."
them."
Hearing this, the volunteer soldier and Wei Ran, who was not far away, all breathed a sigh of relief.
In just a few words, Jack handed the checked playing cards to Brendan. He and Morgan, the opponent, also sat on opposite sides of the same bed and started the gambling game.
Wei Ran didn't care about the outcome of the bet. Instead, he focused on the prisoners in this carriage.
The ones he could identify just by their clothes and the noise just now were prisoners of war from the United States, Canada, Britain and Australia.
A little further away from him, those who were unscrupulously taunting soldiers from Britain, the United States, Canada, and Australia in French were undoubtedly from France.
In addition, there were a few prisoners of war in this carriage whose nationality he could not judge from their language and clothing.
But without exception, these prisoners of war all have European faces, and they are basically white. However, judging from the dissatisfaction and anger in their words and expressions, you can tell that this is just a bunch of people who don't know how to stick together.
Hedgehogs who cannot cuddle together.
It can also be seen from this that even though they were prisoners of war, they were still like this, but when they were not prisoners of war, they were secretly telling each other how to fight each other.
While he was thinking about it, the train began to move slowly. There was no whistle, and it was possible that the lights on the locomotive were not even turned on. But the "clang" sound that became faster and faster could be heard.
It can be judged that this train has been speeding up.
Before the train's speed stabilized, Jack and Morgan's bet ended prematurely.
"It seems the money is mine."
Jack smiled and took away the banknotes from Morgan's side, and pointed to his hand, "And your ring and sunglasses."
"How about one more sentence?" Morgan asked unwillingly.
"Of course, but bring the ring and sunglasses first." As Jack spoke, he had already put the wad of bills into his pocket.
“It’s still 21 o’clock”
Morgan took off the two rings on his fingers and the sunglasses hanging on his collar and handed them to Jack. Then he took off a watch and said, "I use my watch to place bets, but you must use those two rings."
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"Can we sit on the bed now?" Jack asked as he put away the ring.
"Yes...yes!" Morgan said through gritted teeth.
"Victor, we can sit on the bed now."
Jack greeted Wei Ran happily and handed over the toad mirror he had just won.
After receiving his own trophies, Wei Ran also handed over the banknotes belonging to Jack. Then he deliberately sat next to Brendan.
Brendon frowned and glanced at Wei Ran. After all, he didn't say anything. He just gave way slightly to the side, leaving a gap of nearly one meter wide between the two of them. Not only him, but also several people around him.
The white prisoner of war wearing an American military uniform also moved closer to him with a look of disgust on his face, but at the same time he abided by the rules of the game as if he was mentally ill and did not drive him and Jack away from the bed.
Soon, the second card game began, but this time it ended faster than the last time, and Jack once again had a watch on his wrist.
"One more gamble!"
As Morgan spoke, he took out a sterling silver ZIPPO lighter from his pocket and slapped it on the bed.
"No problem!" Jack pointed to the cigarettes Morgan put on the bedside, "Take that pack of cigarettes with you."
"It's still those two rings," Morgan said seriously.
"Jack, how about I use the money to buy those two rings?" Wei Ran shook the wad of banknotes that belonged to him.
Apparently, Jack misunderstood Wei Ran's meaning and deliberately glanced at Morgan, who was almost red-eyed, and then nodded happily.
"Nigger? Are you provoking me?" Morgan grabbed Wei Ran by the collar.
"I'm looking for Jack to buy something, not you. What's the matter? I can't afford to lose?"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, the volunteer squad leader in charge of guarding came over.
Without him saying anything, let alone picking up the weapon in his hand, Morgan angrily let go of Wei Ran's neck collar and watched helplessly as the two rings were handed over from Jack's hand to Wei Ran's.
Then he watched helplessly as Jack counted the military banknotes he got from Wei Ran one by one.
"It's yours." Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already handed the two rings to Morgan.
"Are you insulting me?" Morgan, who had just sat down, suddenly stood up again.
"Do you want it?" Wei Ran pointed to the vent above his head, "If you don't want it, I'll throw it out."
"You!" Morgan saw that Wei Ran was about to lose his temper and subconsciously grabbed his wrist.
Seeing this, Wei Ran smiled, opened his palms and allowed the other party to take away the two rings.
"Don't put important things on the gambling table"
Wei Ran took advantage of the other person to put on the ring again and said, "Besides, shouldn't a noble civilized person say thank you to a lowly nigger?"
