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In the early morning of July 7th, under the rising sun, a group of people strolled to the beach where Wei Ran played the piano last night.
When the morning light passed over the high ground that had been conquered with the lives of countless soldiers in the previous days, and sprinkled fiery red light on the sea, it also covered everyone and the warships on the sea with a red light. A warm layer of light gold.
Under the command of Wei Ran, nearly fully armed people took a group photo in groups of two with the warships on the sea as the background, and then pulled over a black soldier to help. I took a group photo of the five of them together.
Regarding this group photo, Pastor Tom and stretcher bearer Randy squeezed Marshall and Will into the middle position intentionally or unintentionally, and Wei Ran, who had already guessed that he would not appear in the photo at all, He also stood at the edge of Randy's side holding his carbine.
"Wait a moment"
While speaking, Wei Ran took the camera from the black soldier's hand, and motioned to the other person to stand and take a picture of him, and then The camera was focused on Pastor Tom, who looked gentle and loving.
"I think we still need some solo photos"
While talking, Tom had picked up the backpack that had just been placed far away and pulled out a priest's robe cover from it. He put it on his body, and conveniently held the Bible with bullets still embedded in it in his arms. After getting into the posture, he continued, "Victor, give me one quickly. I want to send it to Lao Take a look."
"I also want to take a separate photo and send it to my wife."
The black man Will followed and said, "Tom, can you give me your Bible? Lend it to me."
It's just that this guy has probably fully understood the job responsibilities of a military chaplain, so no matter what the expression on his face is, his body posture is like holding a Bible in his left hand , holding his pistol in his right hand in a double-standard pose.
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< p>"Forget the robe," Will quickly refused, "I'm not a pastor, and I don't dare to do this kind of thing to deceive God.""God is very forgiving" Although Tom said so, But he didn't insist, but stepped aside wisely.
"Of course, but don't drop that bullet, it's my lucky charm."
As Tom said, he happily took the contaminated book in his hand. The Bible, stained with the blood of many people, and his fancy pistol were handed to Will, "Do you want a robe?"
"I'll forget it"
Marshall spat. refused, "The films I gave to Tom before contained a lot of photos of me, but I was wearing a little less clothes."
"Would you two take a picture?"
Wei Ran waited for the black man Will to take a pose, and while pressing the shutter, he asked Marshall and Randy, who had cigarettes in their mouths.
Hearing this, Wei Ran grinned and joked with disdain, "If I didn't know what you did, what you two just said would make me think that you two did something. "
Randy shivered when he heard this and complained dissatisfied, "The servant of God Victor is still around, how can you say such disgusting words"
"Forget it,"
Randy said happily, "There are photos of me in those films, too. Of course, I'm wearing very few clothes."
"Let's go look for them. How about having some fun?" After the teasing, Marshall suggested abruptly.
"What fun are you looking for?"
"God is not looking at you."
Wei Ran automatically ignored Tom's helpless expression. After getting along with each other these days, Under the leadership of Marshall, teasing Tom about God in his spare time has become the most talked about topic. Even Randy, who is relatively devout in faith, was dragged into the water by Wei Ran and Marshall, who have no faith.
Marshall shook his head matter-of-factly, "Those gifts require living people. I don't want to dig up corpses in a burial pit. That's too disgusting."
"Your picky request "It's even more disgusting," Tom complained with a grin, "Can you please stop mentioning that gift? I already regret saying it."
Randy, who had been led astray, was the first to ask enthusiastically. , but then he seemed to have thought of something scary, and asked with a pale face, "Marshall, you don't want to prepare gifts for Tom's wife that she likes?"
"How is that possible? "
"What fun are you looking for?" Now, even Will became interested.
Hearing this, Marshall lowered his voice slightly and explained in a vulgar manner, "There is a small village near the road we captured. The women there don't even wear tops, and they only need two disgusting spirits. Canned meat, and a bottle of Coke at most, you can enjoy the exotic atmosphere."
"Anyway, don't worry about the gift, I will prepare it for you."
Marshall waved his hand impatiently, "Do you want to have fun with me?"
"Stop talking, when will we set off?" Randy asked impatiently.
"I will not participate in this kind of thing," the black man Will said apologetically, "I want to be loyal to God, and even more loyal to my wife."
"Really" Lan Di's eyes immediately widened when he heard this, "Why are you just saying this now?"
"I also heard an engineer secretly tell me last night." Marshall straightened his waist obscenely, "If If you are willing to bring a few more cans, you can even find several at the same time."
"What about you?" Marshall looked at Weiran.
"I'm going to ask about the patrol"
"I"
The somewhat moved Pastor Tom struggled for a moment, and finally shook his head, "Forget it, I won't go either. I've heard a lot in the wounded tent these days. The soldiers are all infected with venereal diseases, and I don’t want to get infected just because of this bullshit exotic locale.”
“Otherwise, I won’t go either.”
Lan was frightened. Di quickly said, "I have also seen those unlucky people who were tricked. I don't want to take off my pants and line up to bask in the sun like them."
Wei Ran refused without thinking, even if he didn't think about it, He also has the same worries as Tom about the fragile moral restraints in the context of war.
What's more, given that the two previous injuries reflected the world he was familiar with. Wei Ran had good reason to suspect that once he really couldn't control his lower body, even if he took all kinds of protective measures, the wicked man who always wanted to kill himself would most likely make him understand what the dangers of the world are.
"Marshall, do you know where I can develop the photos?" Wei Ran, holding a camera in one hand and a gun in the other, asked.
"I'm afraid you have to go on the boat." Marshall pointed to the sea behind him, "Of course, these are all my guesses, otherwise I would have developed the films I took that day."< /p>
"You guys are really disappointing"
Marshall shook his head helplessly, "Forget it, let's go back in this case. Now that we are all wounded, the next days will probably be boring. "
For the next half hour, Wei Ran just said hello to the company commander named Lewis and never spoke again, leaving all communication work to Marshall.
And with his nickname of "Desperate Marshall" and his new and intimidating identity of "Veterinary Victor's Assistant", he successfully followed Wei Ran into the soon-to-be-established of patrol.
Hearing this, Wei Ran stopped and developed the photos in advance to see if there was anything of his own in them. The group of five people chatted aimlessly and returned to the tent to fall asleep. Marshall, on the other hand, took out the 1911 pistol from his waist again, silently disassembled it into parts and wiped them carefully.
When he called him up to have breakfast, Wei Ran also followed Marshall to find the person in charge who was preparing to form a patrol team.
Captain Lewis patted Marshall on the shoulder with emotion on his face, took out a tube of cigar from his pocket and stuffed it into his hand, "Marshall, for the sake of your willingness to use a flamethrower." For my sake, do you have any additional requirements?"
Marshall put the flamethrower aside, "Just put me and Victor in a group, so that my flamethrower will count. The weapon was blown up, I think Victor will definitely save me."
Under the leadership of the engineer battalion company commander Lewis, Wei Ran and Marshall each received their weapons. equipment, but what Wei Ran didn't expect was that what he received was a 1 carbine. But Marshall took the initiative to take most of them awayA flamethrower that few people were willing to use
"You really don't want your life, Marshall"
"What's the trouble?" Marshall asked knowingly and looked at the other person.
Captain Lewis sighed helplessly, "Marshall, we can take no prisoners, but don't do those horrible things again. For Sean's sake, don't give me and the battalion commander any more Sir, you are in trouble, otherwise I will have to let you continue to repair the bulldozer."
"No problem"
Captain Lewis nodded happily, and then reminded, "Marshall. , don’t cause us any trouble this time.”
“I’ll take good care of him,” Wei Ran agreed with a grin, but his tone was full of unconfidence.
"Go and report, someone will arrange patrol time for you." Captain Lewis waved his hand like a plague and drove Wei Ran and Marshall out.
"Okay, I'll listen to you and promise not to get into trouble." Marshall agreed nonchalantly.
Captain Lewis was too lazy to talk nonsense with Marshall. He turned to look at Wei Ran and reminded, "Lieutenant Victor, watch your assistant. If he does anything ridiculous again, I will send you away." Go to the front line and continue to be a medic."
With the weapons in hand, Wei Ran found a platoon leader under the familiar leadership of Marshall, and officially joined the patrol under the arrangement of the other party. Team.
As expected, the patrol team was all white. Obviously, the night attack they encountered before was not enough to break the color barrier.
But what was unexpected was that Marshall actually took command of one of the squads from the platoon leader who seemed to have a very good relationship with him.
In Marshall's later explanation, the platoon leader turned out to be one of the invited guests at his previous party with female prisoners.
The two of them got to know each other well with the other six soldiers in the squad, and Wei Ran discovered that not only did they have a very good relationship with Marshall, but they also all knew him, and one of them even knew him. Pointing to the wound on his arm that had not had time to remove the stitches, he said that the ugly suture lines were made by Wei Ran, a veterinarian. chatere, please remember:, free and fastest update, no anti-theft, no anti-theft