Under the afterglow of the setting sun, Wei Ran carried a pocket full of mobile hard drives, said goodbye to Xia Shushi and the reluctant Xia Chuan, and slowly walked towards the corner of the street.
Behind him, the old man who clearly remembered nothing had his back straight. He wanted to raise his hand several times, but put it down several times.
In fact, Wei Ran already knew that when he blew the charge horn, the old man had already recognized that he was not the squad leader Shen he had always remembered, and he even knew that the old man had briefly woken up from his dream. , returned to this peaceful and peaceful real world.
What he doesn’t know is whether the once young trumpeter will forget everything that happened today when the sun rises tomorrow, and whether he will be like what he saw today. Or he is addicted to cartoons, or he is addicted to the mobile games taught to him by his grandson, or he mistakes the next visitor for Monitor Shen who lives deep in his heart.
But at least, even if he returns to the dream again, at least he no longer has to set foot on the battlefield again. He can leave this world to his children and grandchildren with peace of mind, and can enjoy a peaceful life with peace of mind.
"That's enough"
Wei Ran took one last look at the old man who was still being supported by Xia Shushi and stood on the side of the road. Finally, he raised his hand to stop a taxi. I got in without any worries or regrets.
"Where to go?" the taxi driver asked while slowly stepping on the accelerator.
“Hotel”
Wei Ran paused and added, “Find a hotel in the busiest and busiest area.”
“Sit tight.”
The middle-aged driver, who obviously did not have a local accent, had steadily increased his speed while speaking, and drove straight to his destination on the undulating flat road.
In the midst of his thoughts, the taxi stopped at the door of a hotel not far from the city's landmark square and introduced enthusiastically, "This is it. This is the best hotel in our area." "It's a hotel."
"Let's go to this hotel."
Wei Ran paid off the fare happily and bought the mobile hard drive at a high price, which was actually useless, and I didn't have much luggage, so I checked into this hotel.
After careful inspection, he kicked off his shoes and lay down on the soft sofa, staring at the sparkling coastline outside the floor-to-ceiling window.
"Let me live for you, and live to see the world." Wei Ran murmured to himself, and there was no longer any melancholy in his heart.
In the next few days, except for occasionally going out for a walk during the day, he spent most of the rest of the time staying in this hotel, patiently waiting for the countdown on the metal book to end.
It’s not that he hasn’t thought about rushing back to Kazan or even Inta before the countdown ends, but because he doesn’t know if the metal book will immediately enter the fourth act without caring about the occasion after the countdown ends. , so to be on the safe side, staying outside for a few more days is undoubtedly the best choice.
As time goes by,As the days passed, the remaining time in the countdown gradually decreased. During this period, he deliberately took a taxi and passed by the door of Soseki's old book several times. On one of them, he even saw the legs of the old man sitting on the deck chair outside the door and sunbathing. On top, there is an extra colorful little milk cat.
In the past few days, Suisui, who was still busy directing Pan Kang in Inta, also contacted him several times. In addition to happily showing her the "dual card dual standby" assistant, he also revealed that after Inta's work is over, if there is a chance, she will probably take her twin assistants back to China.
Although he didn’t know what this little trick was up to, Wei Ran didn’t care. After hanging up the phone, he grabbed the time and rushed to Inta where it was already late at night. When I arrived, I called Alili and asked him to help solve the identity problem of the twin Katenka.
This kind of thing is naturally not a problem for Alili. Even if Alili can't do anything, Misha, who has a father in the police station, can easily solve it. Especially in a remote place like Yinta, it is naturally not difficult to get two new identities.
Throwing these trivial matters behind him, Wei Ran took a good bath with only one hour left before the end of the countdown, filled the empty wine bottle with white wine, and then pulled out. After closing the curtains and locking the door, he took out a metal book and spread it on the coffee table, staring at the constantly beating countdown and waiting patiently.
Under his quiet gaze, the blue countdown on the page finally returned to zero with the last beat and turned into the words "Act 4". Then, the metal quill also fluttered. hovered over the page. A few lines of text were written in blue handwriting.
Character identity: Prisoner of War Victor
Return to the mission and survive to the prisoner of war camp, assist his roommates in completing the poisoning mission, and knock down at least two rabbit-riding prisoners of war.
Skill restrictions: Temporary deprivation of Chinese language and temporary medical deprivation
Restrictions on prisoner of war poisoning skills
Wei Ran, who had been fully prepared, suddenly felt a little nervous. stupid. He watched helplessly as a strong white light flashed before his eyes, followed by images of a few pitifully few items.
I don’t know if it’s because of the bad taste of the old book, but among the items that I can use this time, the first one that appears is the bulky anti-tank gun.
But besides Apart from the anti-tank gun that was destined to be useless, the only other thing that could be used was a wine bottle.
This is so fucking cheating
Wei Ran cursed secretly in the white light that turned on again, and immediately after, he felt the pain from his head, chin and cheeks. A sense of restraint. And, of course, there's the constant bump under your butt.
When his vision returned, Wei Ran gradually realized that he was in the bed of a truck. There were several wounded black people sitting or lying around him, the most serious of whom was visible to the naked eye. Not only was most of one arm missing, but blood was still hanging on the canvas tent above his head.
Looking at myself again, I was wearing a blood-stained American 47 coat, and there was an Argus camera in a leather case hanging around my neck. He reached out and touched his head, which was wrapped in thick gauze. When his fingers touched the top of his head, he could still feel a clear tingling sensation.
Lifting the canvas curtain of the cargo hopper, what you can see is a wheat field covered with a thin layer of snow. A little further away, there is a small village with a dozen thatched houses put together. A little closer, On the roadside, you can still see locals wearing national costumes and a few children chasing cars.
While he was stunned, a black American soldier had already taken out a can of spiritual meat from his pocket, and smashed it against the skinny children with all his strength, as if he was holding it back.
Unfortunately, perhaps because of the bumps of the truck, the cans flying out at high speed almost rubbed the scalps of the children and flew out, hitting the ground hard, causing two of them to The child immediately stopped, turned around and rushed towards the box of cracked cans.
At a certain moment, Wei Ran even mistakenly thought that he was boarding a tourist cage car like the zoo. People were shaking the food in their hands on the car, and wild animals were chasing outside and devouring the food in the car. food.
But when those pieces of meat or fruit fly out of the cage, even if they have hit the face of the beast, their first thought is not to protect their dignity, but to chase away the beast. Get food into your belly before your kind.
There is no doubt that for the black wounded in this car, they are just tourists holding food in their hands, and those children are beasts in their eyes.
"Nick, get out of the way, it's my turn"
As he spoke, another black man squeezed over, weighed the can in his hand, rounded his arms and threw it out. It accurately hit a child in the chest.
As the child fell to the ground and began to cry, the wounded in the truck who could still move began to laugh.
The black soldier who hit the child with a can also threw a second box of cans amidst the praise of others, and hit a child in the forehead again.
"Jack, you can be a pitcher in the future."
The black man who first threw the can outside said, "Maybe you can go to Brooklyn like Jackie Robinson Playing for the Dodgers."
"I don't want to play baseball with white people."
As he spoke, the black soldier named Jack smashed the third box of cans handed to him by his companions. Hit by the third child who was still chasing the truck, "Otherwise, I will definitely be like those monkeys, and what hits my face may not be cans, but baseballs and baseball bats." "
"Even if you want to go, at least we have to have a chance to leave this battlefield alive," said an unknown black wounded soldier, "For those damn white soldiers, we are. Cannon fodder."
"So it's a good thing we were injured, right?"
Black Nick glanced at the gauze on his thigh proudly, "This shot is enough for me to lie in the back for a month."
Listening to the other wounded in the car While chatting, Wei Ran secretly shook his head. White people discriminated against black people, and black people found the dignity that had been taken away and trampled on from the locals.
In other words, if the local children can only be equated with beasts in the eyes of these black soldiers, then these black soldiers probably are not much like animals in the eyes of white soldiers. Big difference.
“Hey, look at that girl”
The black Jack, who just hit the child with a can, whistled at a local girl on the roadside who waved enthusiastically to them. Then he threw the can in his hand as "gently" as possible before he could throw it out.
"Do you believe it?"
Jack waited until the local girl picked up the can, then turned around and said proudly, "They are not wearing underwear"
"How do you know?" a young black soldier whose head was also wrapped in gauze asked immediately, while other wounded people in the car also looked over.
"Ask Nick" A black soldier named Jack pretended to be mysterious and gave up the power of explanation to his companions.
"Jack and I met a girl by chance last month"
The black soldier named Nick lowered his voice slightly, "We just gave her five cans and two bottles of Coke. She served us all afternoon"
"Five cans and two bottles of Coke"
A black soldier who had just been silent said with a mocking look, "You guys Are two idiots? You gave too much. When we were in Incheon, we only needed two large pieces of compressed biscuits, a can, or a sausage, and we could sleep on one of them for the whole night. When those girls left, they were They were carrying cans and biscuits under their skirts.
My god, their butts are really white and like Jack said, they don't wear underwear."
"No. Do you know if there are such cheap girls near where we are going?" The black soldier holding gauze on his head said longingly.
"Don't worry, there must be some, and the closer we get to where we landed, the more girls there will be."
"Bill is right," Black Jack glanced at The bandage on the calf, "We can have fun together then."
"It seems that this is the territory of the Hanbang Kingdom in future generations."
Wei Ran looked at those The black soldier who responded with a bang looked at the scene outside the canvas curtain, but he couldn't help but secretly wonder about the girl who waved enthusiastically just now, and the children who were chasing the car, and what was going on in their respective homes tonight. On the dining table, will there be an extra dish of military hot pot that can be applied for World Heritage status, or will there be more luncheon meat cut into translucent thin slices in the spicy cabbage and soy sauce soup?
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