Early the next morning after arriving at the prisoner-of-war camp, the crisp whistle woke everyone who was still sleeping.
As the saying goes, blessings and misfortunes depend on each other. Although Morgan and Brendan took advantage of the chaos to escape yesterday and got away with a beating, they were also treated as lightly wounded like Wei Ran and Jack.
Not only did the four of them, who had just arrived, not have to follow the morning jog, they even received an extra boiled egg and a precious glass of milk for breakfast.
At the same time, this generous treatment also makes Wei Ran feel more and more uncomfortable. These prisoners of war who are almost waiting to die eat and drink well every day without having to do anything. But the volunteer soldiers on the front line may not even be able to get off the ground at this time.
Neither fried noodles nor clean fresh water may be supplied in time.
But even so, the faces of the volunteer soldiers working in the prisoner of war camps still had sunny and confident smiles.
After queuing up to go to the infirmary to get dressing for their wounds, Morgan and Brendan were also taken away by a volunteer soldier with a Shanghainese accent. Drew and Claure also followed the schedule,
Under the organization of the prisoner management staff, he took the tools and went to the surrounding mountains to cut firewood. By the way, he also left the job of cleaning the dormitory to Wei Ran and Jack.
Although he was willing to follow and have a look, Jack insisted that he was going to be lazy, and he looked like he was going to leave too.
In the end, Wei Ran had no choice but to stay and clean the dormitory with Jack, and also clean the open space outside the door.
Before the two of them finished their work, Morgan and Brendan, the two young men, were also beaming with joy and returned to the camp under the escort of the female soldier named Zhang and two young soldiers whose names they did not know.
"Did you find your things?" Wei Ran stopped what he was doing and asked.
“My parents’ wedding rings and the watch Brendan’s wife gave him were both recovered!”
Morgan gave a rare good look and said happily, "Those Chinese soldiers took us to that village and asked from door to door, and found the person who stole our things."
"They don't even ask us to pay," Brendan added with difficulty.
"But we intend to owe you a favor," Morgan said seriously to Jack, "so we insist on leaving the watch to each other."
Jack was stunned for a moment, then jokingly said, "Remember to pay me back."
"Of course!" Morgan promised happily as if he was a different person, "In addition, we also want to apologize to you two for our rudeness."
Jack was overjoyed and said, "God testifies, this is the first time a white man has expressed gratitude and apologized to me."
Before Morgan and Brendan could say anything else, Jack lowered his voice and continued, "For the sake of God, let me give you some gifts!"
"A watch again?" Wei Ran joked at the side.
"Of course not! I don't have that many watches."
Jack looked around slyly, then took out a matchbox with the word "Botou" printed on it from his boot, shook it, and said with a slightly contented tone, "I actually still have some numbness, so do you guys want it?"
Want one?"
"Why do you still have it?!" Morgan asked in surprise.
"I bought all the stock from that rabbit rider."
Jack whispered, "In addition to the ones burned by the two good guys Drew and Crowl, there are also some that never had time to be rolled into cigarettes. They are all in this matchbox. Victor, you won't...
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"Stay away from me, and don't smoke in the dormitory. Also, as hush money, the cleaning job is yours."
Wei Ran said noncommittally that besides not wanting to smoke second-hand poisonous smoke, he also didn't want to be caught by the prison guards and get into trouble. As for whether these Americans smoked or not, and whether they would die from smoking, he didn't care.
"Praise Victor, you are as kind as God!"
While Jack was speaking, he had already taken out a Bible that was only about the size of a palm from his pocket. After opening it, he casually tore two pieces of paper from the inside and handed them to Morgan and Brendan respectively.
Looking at these three drug addicts, Wei Ran casually threw the broom in his hand aside, turned around and went into the house to take out his camera.
When he came out again, the three Jacks were already leaning against the corner, sitting together like inverted Oreos. At this time, they were looking at each other with blurred eyes, bathing in the sunshine and enjoying themselves.
Bible brand hand rolled hemp cigarettes.
After walking a few steps upwind, Wei Ran took a group photo of the three of them while they were not paying attention.
"Victor, you bastard, do you want to leave evidence to blackmail us?" Jack subconsciously threw away the cigarette in his hand.
"Where's your brain?"
Wei Ran put the camera in his pocket and asked angrily, "Who would tell what you are smoking from the photo?"
"That's right." Jack immediately relaxed, sat down against the wall again and took a big sip.
"I just heard that lady say that it was Drew who told her about me and you this morning."
Morgan ignored Wei Ran and Jack, and said to Brendan in a puff of smoke, "Then we can get our things back, so I plan to do something to teach those damn British a lesson."
"What are you going to do?" Jack asked with interest, "Or do we play poker with those British people? I guarantee I can win back all their underwear."
"Are you going to help too?" Morgan asked Jack in surprise.
"Why not have some fun?"
Jack shrugged and said in a joking tone, "And not only do I need friends, I also want that bastard Drew to owe me a favor and apologize to me."
"We can't gamble"
Brendon, who had difficulty speaking, warned, "That will only cause trouble, and I want to beat those British guys even more."
"Perhaps we can help the British guy get a beating," Morgan said abruptly.
"What do you mean?" Brendan and Jack both looked at Morgan, and even Wei Ran came closer.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Morgan looked at the half-burned cigarette in his hand and asked with a smile, "Jack, how did you find those rabbits riding people?"
"I found it with my nose," Jack said proudly. "Which of them has smoked dog's hemp? I can smell it as long as I get close."
"How many pigs seemed to have died last night?" Morgan asked again, "I heard from the people in the kitchen during breakfast."
"It does happen," Wei Ran, who was sitting upwind, replied, "He was killed by an aerial bomb dropped from a plane."
"How about we add some food to those bunny-riding bumpkins?" Morgan whispered in a low voice, "How about we find a way to get a piece of pork and throw it to them? In the name of the British."
"But how do you do this in the name of the British?" Brendan asked with a grimace.
"Get the pork first, and I'll figure out the rest!" After Morgan finished speaking, he took a puff of cigarette and flew the cigarette butt in his hand far away.
The so-called poisoning in the return mission is not just pork, right?
Wei Ran muttered to himself, and then said, "How about counting me in?"
"You want to participate too?" Morgan looked at Wei Ran in surprise.
"As Jack just said," Wei Ran spread his hands, "I also need friends, and I don't mind if Drew and you owe me a favor."
Morgan and Brendan looked at each other, then smiled and stretched out their hands to Wei Ran, "Then it's decided. When you have lunch, if there is pork in the dish, remember to keep it secretly, and keep the fattest one.
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"No problem!" Wei Ran agreed happily.
"Gentlemen, I think we need an operational code name." Brendan suggested.
"Operation codename?"
Jack was stunned for a moment, then grinned and said, "We really need a code name."
"How about black tea?"
Morgan laughed and said, "Who would say no to a cup of English black tea mixed with pork? So our code name is Operation Black Tea!"
"This name sounds like something that came out of a British person's head," Brendan was the first to comment, flicking away the cigarette butts that were about to burn.
"Then let's do Operation Black Tea, Morgan, what are you going to do?" Jack asked enthusiastically.
"Don't worry, let me think."
Morgan stood up and dusted his buttocks while whispering, "Anyway, we need to secretly collect as much pork as possible before dark, and we must not let anyone around us find out."
Seeing everyone was meaningless, Morgan said to Wei Ran, "Victor, how about we take some photos and see what the British are doing?"
"No problem at all"
Wei Ran agreed with a smile, and followed the other three people, walking toward the British barracks with his pocket in his pocket, talking and laughing like a street kid with nothing to do.
