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Chapter 617 All kinds of scum

In the warm dormitory, military doctor Klauer carefully helped Jack re-set his front teeth while chatting with everyone.

Drew rolled up his sleeves and glanced at his watch, "Since Jack's teeth are fine, let's go to dinner together."

"Let me change my clothes first." Wei Ran had already taken off his American 47 coat as he spoke.

Klauer nodded, "You really need to change your clothes. This will help you integrate here faster."

"I won't change," Jack He subconsciously waved his hand and refused.

Others don't know what's going on, but Wei Ran knows clearly that this bully has a lot of valuable things hidden in his trouser legs.

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 did not change clothes either. They were still wearing his American uniforms that should have been washed long ago, with just an extra coat on the outside. Just a cotton coat that was just issued.

Seeing this, Drew smiled and walked ahead, leading everyone to the kitchen's cooking port.

Waiting in line 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, and an American stew with an amazing amount of meat. Dishes, and even some pure meat beef patties and vegetable soup.

Although Wei Ran was a little regretful that he could not find Chinese dishes other than steamed buns, but Claure added some jam that he said he had made from wild fruits.

After eating a dinner that was surprisingly calorie-rich and tasted pretty good, Drew and Claure 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 know where they were. Just when he went back to the dormitory to get his camera, even the black man Jack had disappeared.

In this regard, Wei Ran had an indifferent attitude, walking around casually with the camera, 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 songs in groups, just like a small band, and there were even many listeners around them. There was even a table tennis table around, challenging a soldier wearing a volunteer uniform.

But the most intense thing is the two basketball teams that are confronting each other. Around them, there was also the largest crowd of onlookers, including prisoners of war wearing gray cotton coats and soldiers wearing volunteer uniforms.

The same is true for those who are competing for the blue ball. However, as the whistles and cheers continue to sound, the team composed of prisoners of war clearly has an absolute advantage.

When Drew once again dunked the basketball passed by his teammate into the basket, the game also ended at the whistle.

Taking a photo of each of the two teams, Wei Ran glanced at the mountain that was about to be blocked.The sunset continued to wander aimlessly.

What he didn’t expect was that on the edge of the camp, apart from the two pieces of paper more than ten meters long and five or six meters wide, one had the abbreviation "o" for prisoner of war "rinerofar" written on it, and the other had the Chinese language written on it. In addition to the red wooden board that marked the "Prisoner of War Camp", there was a pigsty enclosed by a wooden fence not far away.

In the pigsty, several big fat pigs were enjoying the pig food mixed with swill, and on the edge of the wooden railing, there was a man wearing an apron with an iron bucket under his feet. The little white prisoner of war was looking at the photo in his hand in a daze.

Although it was a bit far away, because the setting sun happened to hit the photo, Wei Ran could just see the woman in the skirt in the photo, as well as the words on the paper full of words. Red lipstick.

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." While speaking, the white prisoner of war took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket

and pulled out one. The payment was given to Wei Ran.

"If I have the chance, I will give the photo to you," Wei Ran promised as he took the cigarette and complimented, "Your wife is so beautiful."

"Of course"

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 with a firm tone.

Wei Ran nodded when he heard this, "What about you?"

"Pilot"

Jim's tone involuntarily showed a little arrogance, but in a hurry, Then he said self-deprecatingly, "But that was a long time ago."

"You seem a little unhappy"

Wei Ran has a good match but no match. While chatting with the other party, I also 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 absently. "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."

Not waiting for Wei Ran to say more What, 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, and at the same time bumped fists with Jim enthusiastically, and then this Then he said, "Go to the dormitory quickly and bring the stool over, so you can watch a movie tonight. "

"Do you know each other?" Jim asked curiously.

"Of course I do"

Drew put his arm around Jim's shoulders and introduced enthusiastically, "Wei. Ke Duo was assigned to our dormitory only today. Victor, this is Jim, a good friend of mine, he and I are from the same neighborhood in California, he and his wife and I were even in the same class at the same high school. ”

“We didn’t expect that we would meet in the same prisoner of war camp. Jim put his hand on Drew's shoulder, "Okay, let's go watch a movie together. There might be some new movies today." ”

“Victor, how about you help me get an extra small stool? Jim and I will go ahead and reserve a seat.” "While Drew was speaking, he threw the basketball to Wei Ran.

"Okay, okay"

Wei Ran agreed with a strange expression, feeling more and more that the fiery red After the setting sun shone on Jim's head, it seemed to reveal a pale green light.

He clearly remembered that before he and Liu captured Drew, this guy was fighting. His companions boasted that he slept with the wife of his pilot friend, and even his pilot friend's wife was still regretting why he didn't die in the battle, otherwise she would have received a pension.

So Drew. This scumbag’s pilot friend couldn’t be Jim

Wei Ran couldn’t help but glance at the two good brothers who had their backs together again, and then he couldn’t hold back his heart that seemed to be roasted by the fire of gossip. He turned around and returned to the dormitory with the basketball.

However, when he opened the wooden door of the dormitory, he immediately smelled the unique smell of burning dog hemp.

Then he saw Jack, a black man who had put on new clothes, smoking a cigarette on top of the hot kang.

"Where did you get the dog numbness?" Wei Ran asked with a frown, and opened the cotton curtain while speaking.

"Hey, why didn't you knock on the door?"

The startled Jack quickly sat up, covered the sleeves of his cotton coat, and then said, "Would you like one of the ones I just bought? "

"I bought it," Wei Ran asked subconsciously, "Where did I buy it?"

"A rabbit rides a man, of course it's a rabbit riding a man. "Jack said matter-of-factly, "Drew and Clark before dinner

Didn't Raoul say that?"

"You know how to speak rabbit language?" Wei Ran asked in surprise.< /p>

"How is it possible, I haven't even gone to school, how can I know another language?"

Jack took a puff of the cigarette happily, "But you don't need language at all to buy Inuma. Communication, right?"

"Didn't they say that those rabbit riders have already"

"At most they just don't sell it, but there must be some left in stock for them to smoke, so As long as you are willing to pay the price, you can always buy it. ”

Jack was smugHe took out a small iron box from his cuff and said, "I exchanged two rings for 20 rings. How about you get one and keep it a secret for me?"

"I won't use it."

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, I'm not negotiating with you."

Wei Ran's additional reminder obviously made Jack think of something, and 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 do I know?"

Jack, who was sitting on the threshold, spread his hands, "I would rather avoid them. Those two white-skinned pigs are not like Mr. Drew and Mr. Claure." So easy to talk to."

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 walked towards De, who had already grabbed a good position. Rue and Jim.

As night falls, the outdoor movie that only appeared in Wei Ran’s childhood memory also begins to play.

What is playing on the curtain that is slowly fluttering in the breeze is an old Soviet movie "Happy Life". There is even a title "Translated by the Northeast Film Studio of the Central Film Bureau" at the beginning of the title. words.

Of course Wei Ran has never seen such a contemporary movie, but it is inevitable that he has heard the classic song "Red Berry Blossoms".

Of course, compared to him sitting on a small bench reminiscing about the same year, the prisoners around him were happily discussing which actor was more beautiful. There's nothing you can do about it, after all, this old movie doesn't have English subtitles.

However, before the outdoor movie accompanied by the cold wind was halfway through, gunshots suddenly rang out around the camp. Then, all the lights in the entire camp suddenly went out.

Before Weiran 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

"Take the wounded away with the wounded"

The female soldier who once gave the scarf to Wei Ran shouted at the top of her lungs 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.

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately ran over, bent down to pick 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. Claure, who also came, they worked together to lift up a wounded person and start transporting him.

Soon, more prisoners rushed over and helped these injured compatriots into the air-raid shelter.

Until the roar of aircraft and the roar of anti-aircraft guns could be heard in the ears, until only scattered benches and curtains that were too late to be folded were left on the playground, the female soldier and more people responsible for maintenanceOnly then did the volunteer soldiers who maintained order finally ran into the air raid shelter.

Soon, the sound of aircraft gunfire came from the direction outside the camp, dragging several streaks of smoke across the playground, and after successfully destroying a series of small benches and a basketball stand, another Several big holes were blasted on the wooden board with the word "o" written on it, and then 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 those who were in the pig pen not long ago. The "former US military pilot cuckold Jim" whom I met next to me was no exception.

"Truman, that bastard with an asshole on his face, didn't he say we were here to carry out police operations? Why are we starting to blow up our own people now?" A man who obviously came to the prisoner of war camp in the same group as Weiran The American prisoners shouted in horror.

"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, we will Their families will be able to get a lot of pensions, and the lies they spun that the Chinese are conducting experiments will have evidence."

"God bless, please let the Chinese soldiers destroy the sky. If those bastards are killed alive, I will pull out all their teeth and embed them in their buttholes," Dr. Krall cursed through gritted teeth.

"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 alert was lifted. When everyone walked out of the dugout one after another at 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 and pointed to the only pigs inside. The three pigs shouted angrily, "One of Mr. Rhee's legs was also broken"

"It seems we can eat meat tomorrow"

Drudy one cheered, 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 when he looked at those silly American prisoners. At best, these silly old Americans are The spirit of optimism, the pilot who was cursing and wishing to eat alive that almost killed them,The next second, he helped carry the three killed pigs to the kitchen.

Of course, if you put it at worst, this is a group of heartless exam pencils.

While noisily waiting for the three war promoters to be sent to the kitchen, the movie that had just been interrupted was also re-projected and played under the busyness of the volunteer soldiers, and the remaining curses turned into cheers and cheers. The sound of hooting.

However, before the movie was finished, Wei Ran discovered that Morgan and Brendan, who had not seen each other since dinner, were sent back by two volunteer soldiers.

However, in such a short time, their faces were already swollen, and Brendan's hair was even pulled out in huge chunks. Not only that, there was a wound on his face that was six to seven centimeters high.

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 blanket draped around them to keep warm.

Gently touched Drew next to him, who looked at the heroine on the curtain and asked without looking back, "What's wrong?"

"Look Them, Morgan and Brendan," Wei Ran reminded in a low voice.

Hearing this, Drew and Claure, who were sitting on both sides of Wei Ran, 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 left the outdoor cinema with his waist down.

Under his leadership, Wei Ran and Drew walked to a house with a red cross painted on a cotton curtain.

"That's our infirmary"

Klauer stopped, gave Wei Ran and Drew a cigarette each, and then whispered, "My Our classmate Howard is there, and he is also our doctor. Let’s wait, maybe we can hear something.”

“Your classmate Howard” Wei Ran was stunned, and he immediately understood this. His name matched that of the aesthetic doctor who had performed surgery with him on Xia Chuan, the bugler.

"He is a surgeon"

Clauer explained while holding a cigarette, "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 Management Committee"

Drew explained, "Of course, his cooking skills are far inferior to his medical skills. I almost got poisoned after eating his food, but he saved me in the end."

"Even so, he is at least fair enough," Claure added on the side, "like a scale. Fair."

"So he has a Chinese nickname, a 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.

"Weights"

Clauer explained, "The Chinese give us sugar every month. Each person has about one and a half pounds of sugar, every time Mr. Howard helped measure it, he is as fair as the weights used by the Chinese."

"After talking for a long time, it turned out to be weights." Wei Ran muttered secretly, and followed the topic. He praised, "He is really a good person."

"He is indeed a good person."

Klauer said in a puff of smoke, "But he is actually trying to atone for his sins." "Of course, this is my guess."

"What do you mean?" Wei Ran asked curiously, and even Drew looked over curiously.

Klauer 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 Japanese prisoners of war there."

"Of course I know." Drew whispered.

"Some doctors use those prisoners of war to accumulate 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 accumulate 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 camps to select people, no matter who they select. If you agree, I will be taken away under anesthesia for surgical practice."

"You did the same thing," Drew exclaimed with his eyes wide.

Klauer spread his hands and said, "I am a dentist, a dentist who got a license before joining the army. I don't need that kind of anti-human practice."

Wei Ran secretly frowned. Clenching his fists, "So Dr. Howard"

"I'm not talking about him"

Klauer shook his head, "It's his brother, and his brother is also a military doctor, but His younger brother is dead, said to have been killed by the guerrillas from Zhaoxian. Howard regrets not being able to prevent his younger brother from joining the army."

"Some mistakes cannot be undone," Drew murmured. Sighing to himself, he subconsciously looked back in the direction where he had just watched the movie.

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