In the warm dormitory, while chatting with everyone, military doctor Krall carefully helped Jack re-set his front teeth.
Drew rolled up his sleeves and looked at his watch, "Since Jack's teeth are fine, let's go to dinner together."
"Let me change my clothes first." Wei Ran took off his American M47 coat as he spoke.
Claure nodded, "You really need to change your clothes. This will help you integrate here faster."
"I just...I won't change it," Jack subconsciously waved his hand and refused.
Others didn't know what was going on, but Wei Ran knew clearly that this bully had a lot of valuable things hidden in his trousers.
Hearing this, Claure spread his hands without saying anything, but he and Drew each picked up an aluminum lunch box and walked out of the door one after another.
But when Wei Ran was changing clothes, he was puzzled. Morgan and Brendan didn't change clothes either. They were still wearing his American uniforms that should have been washed long ago, with just an extra cotton coat that had just been issued.
That's all.
Seeing this, Drew smiled and walked ahead, leading everyone to the kitchen's cooking port.
After queuing up for a meal, Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh secretly. The meal was better than what he had eaten on the road, two big snow-white steamed buns, an American stew with an amazing amount of meat, and even some pure meat.
beef patties and vegetable soup.
Although Wei Ran was a little regretful that he couldn't find any Chinese dishes other than steamed buns, Klauer did provide some extra jam that he said he made from wild fruits.
After eating a dinner that was surprisingly caloric and delicious, Drew and Krall put down their cleaned lunch boxes and started playing basketball around the basket on the playground outside the barracks. Even Morgan and Brendan didn't
He knew where he was going. Just when he went back to the dormitory to get the camera, even the black man Jack had disappeared.
Regarding this, Wei Ran had an indifferent attitude, walking around casually with the camera in hand, and from time to time, he would raise the camera and press the shutter.
In his lens, some prisoners of war were chatting and singing in groups, just like a small band, and there were even many listeners around. There were even people surrounding the table tennis table, challenging a man in a uniform.
Soldiers in volunteer army uniforms.
But the most intense thing was the two basketball teams that were competing against each other. Surrounding them were the largest crowds of spectators, including prisoners of war wearing gray cotton coats and soldiers wearing volunteer army uniforms.
The same was true for those who were competing for the basketball. However, as the whistles and cheers continued to sound, the team composed of prisoners of war clearly had an absolute advantage.
When Drew once again dunked the basketball passed by his teammate into the basket, the game ended at the whistle.
After taking a photo of each of the two teams, Wei Ran glanced at the sunset that was about to be blocked by the mountains and continued to wander aimlessly.
What he didn't expect was that on the edge of the camp, except for the two pieces of land more than ten meters long and five or six meters wide, one said "POW" (the abbreviation of Prisoner of War) and the other in Chinese language said "Prisoner of War".
In addition to the red wooden boards of the camp, there was a pigsty enclosed by a wooden fence not far away.
In the pigsty, several big fat pigs were slurping and enjoying the pig food mixed with swill. On the edge of the wooden railing, there was a small white prisoner of war wearing an apron and an iron bucket under his feet. He was looking at his hands.
The photos inside are in a daze.
Although it was some distance away, because the sunset happened to hit the photo, Wei Ran could just see the woman in the skirt in the photo and the red lip print on the paper full of words.
Silently, he raised his camera and took a photo of the other person, but the sound of the shutter made the person subconsciously look at Wei Ran.
"Are you taking a picture of me?" the white prisoner of war turned around and asked.
"Of course" Wei Ran smiled and nodded.
"Thank you. If you have a chance to develop a photo, remember to give me one." As the white prisoner of war spoke, he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket, pulled out one and handed it to Wei Ran.
"If I have the chance, I will give you the photo," Wei Ran promised as he took the cigarette and complimented her, "Your wife? She is so beautiful."
"certainly"
The young prisoner of war handed the photo to Wei Ran and looked at it. Then he reached out and said, "Jim."
"Victor" Wei Ran shook hands with the other party.
"You must be from the engineering company, right?" Jim asked in a sure tone.
Wei Ran nodded when he heard this, "What about you?"
"pilot"
Jim couldn't help but reveal a little arrogance in his tone, but then he said self-deprecatingly, "But that was a long time ago."
"You seem a little unhappy?"
Wei Ran chatted with the other party casually, and at the same time took a photo of a volunteer soldier not far away who was teaching prisoners to play shuttlecock next to the two sets of red wooden boards.
"I'm just a little homesick," Jim explained absentmindedly, "Who here misses home."
"It's better than going to the front line," Wei Ran comforted him kindly.
"Indeed," Jim nodded, "but I still miss home, my wife, and my beagle, Tom."
Before Wei Ran could say anything, an open space was cleared on the playground not far away. A few volunteer soldiers set up a curtain with the help of the surrounding prisoners of war, and then set up an old-fashioned projector.
"Victor!"
Not far away, Drew walked over while twirling the basketball on his finger. At the same time, he bumped fists with Jim enthusiastically, and then said, "Go to the dormitory and bring the small stool over. You can watch a movie tonight."
Already."
"Do you know each other?" Jim asked curiously.
"Of course I know you"
Drew put his arm around Jim's shoulders and introduced enthusiastically, "Victor was assigned to our dormitory today. Victor, this is Jim, my good friend. He and I are both from the same community in California. I
Even in the same class at the same high school as him and his wife."
This chapter is not over yet, please click the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "We didn't expect to meet in the same prisoner of war camp." Jim put his hand on Drew's shoulder, "Okay, let's go together.
Let's watch a movie, there might be some new movies today."
"Victor, how about helping me get an extra small stool? Jim and I will go ahead and reserve seats." While Drew was talking, he threw the basketball to Wei Ran.
"Okay, okay"
Wei Ran agreed with a strange expression, feeling more and more that after the fiery red sunset shone on Jim's head, it seemed to reveal a pale green light.
He clearly remembered that before he and Liu Yijiao captured Drew, the guy was bragging to his companions that he had slept with the wife of his pilot friend. Even his pilot friend's wife was still regretting why he didn't fight.
Die, otherwise she would receive a pension.
So Drew’s scumbag pilot friend couldn’t be Jim, right?
Wei Ran couldn't help but glance at the two good brothers holding each other's back again, and then he couldn't hold back his heart that seemed to be roasted by the fire of gossip, and returned to the dormitory with the basketball in hand.
However, when he pushed open the wooden door of his dormitory, he immediately smelled the unique smell of burning dog hemp.
Immediately afterwards, he saw Jack, a black man who had put on new clothes, smoking a cigarette in his mouth on top of the hot kang.
"Where did you get the dog hemp?" Wei Ran asked with a frown, opening the cotton curtain while speaking.
"Hey! Why don't you knock on the door?"
Jack, who was startled, quickly sat up, covered the sleeves of his cotton coat, and then said, "Would you like one? I just bought it."
"Bought it?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously, "Where did you buy it?"
"A rabbit rides a man, of course a rabbit rides a man." Jack said matter-of-factly, "Didn't Drew and Crowl talk about it before dinner?"
"Do you know rabbit riding language?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.
"How is it possible, I didn't even go to school, how could I know another language?"
Jack took a puff of his cigarette happily, "But you don't need to communicate through words when buying Inuma, right?"
"Didn't they say those rabbit riders had..."
"At most they just won't sell it, but they definitely still have some in stock that they smoke, so as long as they are willing to pay the price, they can always buy it."
Jack proudly took out a small tin box from his cuff, "I exchanged two rings for 20 rings. Do you want one? And how about you keep it a secret for me?"
"I don't have to"
Wei Ran simply rejected the other party's proposal, put the basketball away and said, "I won't report you, but you'd better not smoke in the house again. Besides, I'm informing you, not discussing with you."
Wei Ran's additional reminder obviously made Jack think of something. He immediately nodded happily and limped to the door with a cigarette in his mouth.
"Where are Morgan and Brendan?" Wei Ran picked up three small benches and asked as he walked out.
"how could I know?"
Jack, who was sitting on the threshold, spread his hands and said, "I would rather avoid them. Those two white-skinned pigs are not as easy to talk to as Drew and Mr. Crower."
Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't bother to ask any more questions. He tightly wrapped the scarf that the female warrior gave him before and strolled over to find Drew and Jim who had already grabbed a good seat.
As night fell, the outdoor movies that had only appeared in Wei Ran's childhood memories began to play.
What was playing on the curtain that was slowly fluttering in the breeze was an old Soviet movie "Happy Life". There was even the words "Translated by the Northeast Film Studio of the Central Film Bureau" in the title of the title.
Naturally, Wei Ran has never seen such a contemporary movie, but it is inevitable that he has heard the classic interlude "The Cranberry Blossoms".
Of course, compared to him sitting on a small bench reminiscing about the same year, the captives around him were happily discussing which actor was more beautiful. There was nothing that could be done about it, after all, this old movie did not have English subtitles.
However, before the outdoor movie accompanied by the cold wind was halfway through, gunshots suddenly rang out around the camp! Immediately afterwards, all the lights in the entire camp suddenly went out.
Before Wei Ran could react, the movie projector was taken away by the soldier in charge of the projection, and the surrounding prisoners immediately swarmed into the air raid shelter not far away!
"The wounded! The wounded! Take the wounded away with you!"
The female soldier who had given the scarf to Wei Ran shouted hoarsely in English. The young soldiers around her were also busy helping the wounded who were also watching the movie to run into the air raid shelter.
Upon seeing this, Wei Ran immediately ran over, bent down and picked up a wounded white man on crutches, and ran towards the air raid shelter.
After sending him in, he turned back and rushed to the side of the female soldier again. Together with Dr. Krall, who also came, they worked together to lift up a wounded person and start transporting him.
Soon, more prisoners arrived and helped these injured compatriots into the air-raid shelter.
It wasn't until the roar of planes and the roar of anti-aircraft guns could be heard in the ears, and until there were only scattered benches and curtains that were too late to close up on the playground, that the female soldier and more volunteer soldiers responsible for maintaining order finally ran in Air raid shelter.
Soon, the sound of aircraft gunfire came from the direction outside the camp, dragging several streaks of smoke across the playground. After successfully destroying a series of small benches and a basketball stand, another piece of paper with "POW" written on it was Several big holes were blown out on the wooden board with the words "" before he arrogantly pulled up and flew away at a very fast speed.
In the dim air-raid shelter, almost everyone was cursing the American pilots, including the volunteer soldiers, American prisoners including Drew, and even the "former American soldier" whom they met not long ago beside the pig pen. "Pilot·Cuckold King·Jim" is no exception.
"Truman, that bastard with an asshole on his face, didn't he say that we were here to carry out police operations? Why are we starting to blow up our own people now?" An American prisoner who obviously came to the prisoner of war camp in the same batch as Weihan was horrified. Yelling.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Don't say that, that bastard is actually helping the poor."
An American prisoner wearing a gray cotton coat taunted loudly, "After all, as long as we are blown up together, our families will get a lot of pensions. By the way, they will stop telling the nonsense about Chinese people conducting in vivo experiments." There’s evidence.”
"God bless, please let the Chinese soldiers shoot down those bastards flying in the sky alive. When the time comes, I will pull out all their teeth and set them in their buttholes." Dr. Claure gritted his teeth and cursed.
.
"God will definitely bless this, but why should we be bombed too?" a British prisoner still wearing military uniform said dissatisfied.
"Maybe it's because our pilots have never seen men wearing skirts." Cuckold Jim's gloating response immediately made the American prisoners of war in the air-raid shelter burst into laughter.
Before the British prisoners could say anything else, an aerial bomb crashed down with a whistle, and the violent explosion roar successfully drowned out all the ridicule and curses.
After a long time, there was no movement outside the air-raid shelter, and the air-raid alarm was lifted. When everyone walked out of the air-raid shelter one after another amid the whistle, and saw the bench torn into pieces, the curses became louder and louder.
"Those flies killed General MacArthur and Ms. Truman we raised!"
Jim, the cuckold who ran out first, stood next to the pig pen, pointed at the only three pigs inside and shouted angrily, "One of Mr. Rhee's legs was also broken!"
"Looks like we can eat meat tomorrow!"
Drew was the first to cheer, followed by the American prisoners of war who were cursing the pilot just now and immediately changed their tone, and some even blew a few hooligan whistles like heckles.
"Are these all a bunch of idiots..."
Wei Ran couldn't help grinning as he looked at those silly American prisoners. At best, these silly guys are optimistic. One second they were cursing and wishing they could eat the pilot who almost killed them. The next second
So he helped carry the three dead pigs to the kitchen.
Of course, at worst, this is a bunch of heartless exam pencils.
Waiting noisily for the three war promoters to be sent to the kitchen, the movie that had just been interrupted was re-projected and played under the busyness of the volunteer soldiers, and the remaining curses turned into cheers and cheers.
However, before the movie was finished, Wei Ran discovered that Morgan and Brendan, whom he had not seen since dinner, were sent back by two volunteer soldiers.
However, within such a short time, their faces were already swollen, and Brendan's hair was pulled out in huge chunks. Not to mention, there was a streak of six or seven on his face.
Centimeter high wound.
But the most important thing is that the two of them have been stripped down to a pair of shorts, and they are relying on the blankets draped around them to keep warm.
Gently touching Drew next to him, the latter looked at the heroine on the curtain and asked without looking back, "What's wrong?"
"Look at them, Morgan and Brendan." Wei Ran reminded in a low voice.
Hearing this, Drew and Claure, who were sitting on either side of Weiran, subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed.
"Those two idiots must have been caught trying to escape," Claure said firmly.
"Their clothes must have been snatched away by the surrounding villagers." Drew's tone was equally certain.
"Would you like to go over and take a look?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.
"Let's go, I know where they will go." Before he could finish his words, Claure had already stood up and hunched over and left the outdoor cinema.
Under his leadership, Wei Ran and Drew walked to a house with a red cross painted on a cotton curtain.
"That's our infirmary."
Claure stopped, gave Wei Ran and Drew a cigarette each, and then whispered, "My classmate Howard is there, and he is also our doctor. Let's wait, maybe he can listen.
To something."
"Your classmate? Howard?" Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and instantly matched the name with the American military doctor who worked with him on the operation on the bugler Xia Chuan.
"He's a surgeon"
Claure held a cigarette in his mouth and explained, "He is usually very busy. Sometimes Chinese doctors will ask him to help when they are too busy."
"And Mr. Howard is also a member of the Food Control Committee."
Drew continued to explain, "Of course, his cooking skills are far inferior to his medical skills. I almost got poisoned after eating his cooking, but he saved me in the end."
"Even so, he is at least fair enough." Claure added on the side, "Just as fair as a scale."
"So he has a Chinese nickname, the Chinese nickname we gave him." Drew said with a smile.
"What nickname?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Chengtuo" a weird Chinese word popped out of Drew's mouth.
"What is that?" Wei Ran asked blankly.
"weight"
Claure explained, "The Chinese give us sugar every month. Each person has about one and a half pounds of sugar. Mr. Howard helps measure it every time. He is as fair as the weights used by the Chinese."
.”
"After talking for a long time, it turned out to be just a weight?" Wei Ran muttered to himself, and followed the topic with praise, "He is really a good person."
"He is indeed a good man"
Claure said in a puff of smoke, "But he is actually trying to atone for his sins. Of course, this is what I guess."
"What does this mean?" Wei Ran asked curiously, and even Drew looked over curiously.
Claure hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "You must know that we also have prisoner of war camps, right? There are many Chinese and Korean prisoners of war there."
"Of course I do," Drew whispered.
"Some doctors use prisoners of war to gain experience in their medical skills. As far as I know, some prisoners of war have undergone five or six amputations just because intern military doctors need to gain experience."
When Krall said this, the cigarette he held in his fingers was trembling, "As far as I know, many intern military doctors go directly to the prisoner of war camp to select people. Whoever is selected, regardless of whether he agrees or not, is directly anesthetized and taken away.
Perform surgical practice."
"You did this too?" Drew exclaimed with his eyes widened.
Claure spread his hands and said, "I'm a dentist. I got a license before joining the army. I don't need that kind of anti-human practice."
Wei Ran secretly clenched his fists, "So Dr. Howard..."
"I'm not talking about him"
Claure shook his head, "It's his younger brother. His younger brother is also a military doctor, but his younger brother is already dead. It is said that he was killed by the guerrillas who recruited Xian. Howard regrets not being able to prevent his younger brother from joining the army."
"Some mistakes can't be undone," Drew muttered and sighed, subconsciously looking back in the direction where he had just watched the movie.
