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Chapter 424 Souvenirs from the battlefield

"Take a human head as a gift"

Wei Ran muttered, took the flashlight from the other person's hand, bent down and continued to read.

The second floor of the metal shelf was filled with various books. He randomly picked out one of them. Although Wei Ran couldn't understand what was written on the cover, he flipped through it casually. After reading it, I can be sure that this is a book about anatomy.

Looking at Makar beside him, Wei Ran stuffed the book back into its original position, squatted down and looked at the third and bottom layer of the metal shelf.

Fortunately, there were no objects taken from humans on this floor, but Wei Ran frowned when he opened the dusty wooden box.

There are not many things in this wooden box. They are a set of neatly stacked World War II American military uniforms without ranks or armbands, and an American flag folded into a triangle. In addition, there is a 1 Garand in a canvas gun bag, a Japanese command knife, and a photo frame that is not too big.

In the photo saved in this photo frame, there is an American soldier in military uniform, and in his arms, there is a beautiful girl in a skirt. The background of the photo is a port where warships appear to be parked. .

"There used to be a 1911 here,"

Makar reminded him, "but that gun is now stuck on Jack's waist."

"So these human bones were brought back from the Pacific battlefield"

"Probably"

Makar spread his hands, "Jack and I tried to contact Mr. Brown Jr. He asked, but we don’t have his contact information.”

Wei Ran nodded and stopped talking. He was even sure that 99% of these human bones came from the Japanese.

Although today, little devils and fools wear the same pair of pants, but during World War II, especially after the Pearl Harbor incident, American soldiers really did not regard little devils as human beings.

In that era, giving a kid’s head as a gift was really not a joke, let alone the so-called straight male mentality. There are even rumors that even US President Roosevelt once received a letter opener made from the shoulder blade of a kid.

But calm down and think about it, why do all these things about using human heads as gifts happen to American soldiers on the Pacific battlefield, but not on the battlefield with Germany

Is it possible that it happened that all the straight men and perverted soldiers were sent to the Pacific battlefield, and all the normal and polite soldiers were sent to the European battlefield

Of course not, the reason is that the little devil bombed Pearl Harbor Generating enough hatred is the main reason, but it is only one of the main reasons.

Counting back to his ancestors, this silly guy has been interested in saving people since he was fighting for territory with the Indians.

Although this hobby was later covered up by their self-proclaimed "civilized people", it was only covered up.

Coupled with their racial concepts of white supremacy, their desire not to fight at home, and the hatred accumulated at Pearl Harbor, the American soldiers on the Pacific battlefield naturally picked up the craftsmanship of their ancestors again.

Beheading people, boiling them in water to remove the bones, and then tying a pink bow and mailing it to the home of the girl they liked. This overly skilled operation almost became a commonplace routine that frontline commanders tacitly approved of.

Having said that, the very practical reason why this did not happen in the European battlefield, and the only reason, is just because the Germans have the same color skin as them.

When fighting Nazi Germany, even when faced with the stalled troops in concentration camps, the most American soldiers could do was kill them with one shot, but no one would ever think of making a personal headband. Take it back as a souvenir.

But it was different when fighting the little Japanese on uncivilized islands in the Pacific. From the bottom of their hearts, they did not regard the little Japanese in the trenches as human beings. Naturally, There will be no psychological or moral burden.

Even this kind of concept and habit still had a market until the end of World War II. If nothing else, just look at the various absurd behaviors of the US military stationed in Japan and even in South Korea in the years after the war.

On the other hand, nine out of ten American veterans who fought in the Pacific War took the heads of little Japanese as gifts. Perhaps it was to slander them, but one or two out of ten did not. It can definitely be considered an ordinary and normal phenomenon.

For those American soldiers who were on business trips, the Japs’ command knives, rifles, and human skulls or hand bones were definitely the coolest battlefield souvenirs of that era.

Especially during the hippie movement in the 1960s, those human bone souvenirs that sparked the spark of love between the hippie parents during the war were once again dug out of the garage or basement and polished and waxed. After applying the film, it was placed in the most conspicuous position in the room.

After some random thinking, Wei Ran roughly determined the origin of these human bones. After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran said, "Makar, this thing is really not suitable for tourists to see, although I'm sure most of them are very interested. But this kind of thing can easily cause trouble for you."

"That's right." Makar nodded regretfully, "In this case, let's continue to use this dilapidated house as a warehouse. "

"The house can be renovated. Even a 19th-century western town bar would be nice."

Wei Ran gave the other party a random suggestion, and then picked up the wood. The 1 Garand rifle in the box asked, "Makar, can you lend me this gun for two days?"

"It has been here for a long time. I'm not sure it can still be used." It cannot be used."

Makar said awkwardly, "You may not know, but if you fire a weapon that has not been used for a long time without maintenance and testing, there is a risk of exploding the barrel, and this kind of gun is in danger of exploding. The recoil is also better than the lever rifle I prepared for you.It's bigger and not as comfortable to use as you might imagine. "

"It doesn't matter"

Wei Ran said with a smile, "The most I can do is take pictures with it, and I certainly won't actually shoot any bullets with it. "

Hearing this, Makar immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "That's no problem, you can use it as you like. If you don't want to leave, it's okay to give this gun to you. "

"Then I'm welcome."

Before Wei Ran finished speaking, he had already carried the canvas bag containing the rifle in his hand and pointed at it, which was still mounted on the wood. The command knife in the box reminded, "Makar, you might be able to sell that command knife for some money. "

"Jack has found a buyer."

Makar shook his head helplessly, "If I hadn't insisted on leaving it here for you to see, I'm afraid it would have been sold long ago. He changed it to cash. "

"What are you going to do with that skull?" Wei Ran asked, holding a gun and climbing up the ladder.

"Continue to leave it here," Ma Karl said indifferently, "It's not mine anyway, but I guess Jack will find a good buyer for it. "

"This can also be sold," Wei Ran asked as he climbed up.

"This is the United States, let alone human bones, even living people can clearly mark the price. Makar laughed and joked, "Of course, black people are worthless." "

"Fortunately there are no reporters around here" Weiran joked back like the trend.

"It should be said that there are no black reporters here fortunately"

The second one Makar, who climbed up, said seriously, "Otherwise, he will definitely be killed accidentally as a prey. After all, this is Texas. For black people, this place is actually as dangerous as it was a hundred years ago. "

"So you are also a racist?" Weiran asked abruptly.

"I don't think the difference in skin color is the same as the wrapping paper of candy. It’s meaningless, as long as the candy itself is sweet, it doesn’t matter what color the wrapping paper is.”

Makar said calmly as he walked out with Wei Ran, “Most of the time, I even No one thinks that I am an American. In my mother’s education since childhood, I have always considered myself a Soviet, even though the Soviet Union is long gone and even though I have never left the United States. "

Heh

Wei Ran couldn't help but sigh. For a moment, he didn't know whether to pity the black man, Makar, or his mother, Gorman. His wife, Mrs. Uma, but the only thing he was sure of was that at least the forgotten skull in the basement was definitely not worthy of pity.

The reason why he borrowed the rifle from the basement was. Of course, it’s not just for taking photos, but also out of the great spirit of curiosity to master another language.

Although he still doesn’t know which battle the original owner of the rifle participated in. , let alone why he brought back the human skull,But as long as Makar did not mistranslate the string of English written on the skull, and as long as the person who wrote the string of English did not lie, then there should not be too much danger this time.

Thinking of this, Wei Ran didn't wait for Makar to re-fix the wooden door that he had kicked down. He already took the gun bag and eagerly turned over and got on the horse.

For now, the only thing he needs to consider is where to find a place that is safe enough and will not be disturbed to concentrate on his career.

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