On the night when he came to the Hambang camp to have fun, Zach was busy with the female guerrillas he had chosen all night long.

As for Wei Ran and Li Youfu, one used the excuse that they were not interested, the other used the excuse of being injured, and declined the offer of an English-speaking soldier with a stick who tried to lead them to choose another girl.

As for the soldier named Tom, Wei Ran didn't ask, and the other party didn't mention it either. However, at the location where a room full of children had been imprisoned and later destroyed by mortars, there were two more bulldozers busy all night long.

That night, guerrillas also engaged in sparrow battles outside the camp from time to time. They either fired a few mortar shells, or fired one or two shots that accurately knocked out the searchlights, or there were sudden attacks at various places around the camp.

There was a burst of machine gun fire.

All in all, this night was extremely lively, so lively that almost no one could get a good night's sleep.

It took a long time for the sky to light up and the exchange of fire stopped completely. Wei Ran, who was standing at the door, also saw from a distance when Zac came back, the house that he had used a flashlight to guide the mortar outside last night to destroy.

Now, not only has it been filled with soil, but several shipping containers have also been placed in place.

"You haven't slept all night?" Wei Ran, who was leaning against the door frame, gave Zach, who had two dark circles under his eyes, a cigarette.

"Went to participate in the 'group activities' organized by Brad and the others." Zach pointed to the half-frame camera hanging on his chest, "I helped them take a lot of photos."

"They won't let us take away these photo negatives," Wei Ran said firmly.

"I don't only have this camera," Zach said, lighting the cigarette, and then handed his own cigarette case to Wei Ran.

"There is a miniature camera and microfilm that I secretly took photos of"

Zach whispered as Wei Ran took the cigarette box, "Develop them into negatives as soon as possible and hide them."

As he spoke, Zach shook the half-frame camera hanging around his neck again, "I'm here to develop the photos taken with this camera. I guess Brad and the others will come and ask me for the film later. By the way,

How is Troyer doing?"

“Didn’t sleep all night”

Li Youfu's voice came from behind, "It's not because of the firefight outside."

"Prepare the secret bag," Zach said, having already entered the room with a cigarette in his mouth, "wait and go to the door to let the wind blow."

Hearing this, Li Youfu silently opened his backpack, took out two sets of hidden bags containing developing tanks, and then took out various potions and thermometers. He quickly helped prepare them, and then brought them

Got a big basin of water.

While the other party was making preparations, Wei Ran also opened the cigarette box that Zach just handed over. In addition to a Mamiya 16 micro camera the size of a cigarette box, there were also two 16mm microfilms.

With the help of the hidden bag, Wei Ran fumbled and took out the third microfilm from the miniature camera.

Although the graininess of these 16mm microfilms is higher, it is certainly not as detailed as the ones shot by 35mm rolls.

But at this time, who would pay attention to the crimes recorded in the three rolls of film in the secret bag ready to be put into the developing tank?

Compared with the existence of these things, how to preserve them without being discovered is obviously a more important thing.

It would be nice if there was a food box, Wei Ran thought to himself while he was busy.

Under the busy work of the two of them, the films in their hands were turned into negatives that could be safely exposed to light.

Before these negatives were completely dry, Li Youfu, who was smoking at the door, also threw the kettle in his hand.

Upon seeing this, Wei Ran immediately called to Zac to help each of them pick up a pair of small folding scissors and cut the negatives open.

"Give it to me quickly"

As Wei Ran spoke, he took out the British army water bottle filled with ice cola from the metal book under the cover of his backpack, opened the canvas cover and took out the water bottle and cup.

After Zach threw all the negatives cut into strips into the pot holder handed over by the former, Wei Ran immediately stuffed the kettle into it, and then stuffed the remaining film tube directly into the unscrewed mouth of the pot, and then

Without waiting for the Coke foam to come out, I tightened the lid and stuffed it into my butt bag. At the same time, I prayed in my heart that the metal book that looked like a living ancestor would be a little thinner.

Fortunately, as his left hand holding the kettle loosened, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hey! Zach, have you developed the negatives of last night's photos?"

Before he could enter the door, Brad's voice came from far outside. Immediately afterwards, he and Robert, the black communications soldier, also walked in from the outside.

"I just washed it out and haven't dried it completely yet."

Zach pointed at the negatives hanging in the window and yawned, "Are you sure you don't want my help to develop them into color photos?"

“We can do it ourselves”

While Brad was talking, he glanced at Wei Ran, who took out a pack of Lucky cigarettes from his butt bag as usual, tore them open and gave one to each of Brad and Robert.

He complained in a dumbfounded voice, "You guys are so calm. I almost thought this camp was about to be breached last night, but you still have the heart to have a party."

"Victor, I told you last night that you are too cowardly."

Robert, the black man, took the cigarette and laughed and laughed, "We had a great time with those guys with sticks in their mouths. It's a pity that you didn't participate."

"forget it"

Wei Ran smiled wryly and spread his hands, "I'm not like you. In fact, I didn't sleep all night last night. I kept thinking about what I would do if the guerrillas broke through here or if a shell hit our house.

"

"He was thinking last night about whether to apply to leave immediately after returning to Da Nang. It would be more difficult." Li Youfu was at the side to help "make up for it."

"You are indeed not very courageous."

Brad took over the topic and reminded with a smile while admiring the films hanging by the window, "But Victor, compared to those little actions last night, what you should be worried about is actually what you are going to experience next.

"

"What's going on?" Zach asked.

"After breakfast, you will follow the Hambang men in this camp to wipe out the guerrillas." Brad said and turned around, "If you still plan to go, you'd better put on your body armor and helmet.

Objectively speaking, the combat effectiveness of these people with sticks is not very high, and..."

"And what?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be nervous.

"The Vietnamese guerrillas hate them at least ten times more than we do."

Brad pointed outside, "I dare to bet that if I invite you here a hundred times, you will definitely encounter crossfire."

“Let’s just go back to Da Nang now.”

Wei Ran suggested decisively, "While those girls with penises who don't wear underwear haven't left yet, maybe I can make friends with them."

"Come on Victor"

Zach said angrily, "Didn't you hear that Brad was trying to scare you?"

"I don't think this is trying to scare me."

"Actually, I didn't scare you."

Brad snapped his fingers as he spoke, and Robert, the black man, immediately placed the bucket bag he was carrying on the table, "Here are the body armors we prepared for you. If you want to return to the Cowshed Camp alive,

Or if you survive the ensuing encounter, helicopters from the Cowshed Camp or even fighter jets from Da Nang will provide support for you. It’s best to wear them honestly.”

"We are still waiting for you to publish the photos you took yesterday in the newspaper."

After Brad finished speaking, he pointed to the negatives and said, "Zach, can we take them away? Everyone is still waiting to share their own photo negatives."

"certainly"

Zach nodded happily, "If you are not in a hurry to leave, it is best to hang them here and wait for them to dry. We will leave them here when we follow the stickman to interview later. You only need to arrange the soldiers here

Just keep it."

After speaking, Zach snapped his fingers towards Li Youfu and said, "Troyer, leave a pair of folding scissors and some envelopes so that they won't get dirty when they separate the negatives."

"good"

Li Youfu responded, turned around and took out a stack of brown paper envelopes from his backpack and placed them on the table.

"I hope you can come back alive"

Brad patted Zach's shoulder affectionately, then leaned into Wei Ran's ear and whispered, "Victor, my good friend, when you come back here, I will prepare something for you."

A fresh gift to make up for the regret last night. Of course, I will keep it a secret. Only the two of us know about it."

"I will convince Zach to find a way to get your photo published in the newspaper." Wei Ran suppressed the shock in his heart and pretended to be surprised and said into the other person's ear.

"Then it's settled"

After speaking, Brad distanced himself from the two of them, turned around and walked out and said, "I wish you good luck, friends. Robert, just stay here and guard our souvenirs. Our helicopter is broken anyway."

There’s no rush to go back.”

"give it to me"

Robert grinned in response and sat down on the chair next to the bed, obviously not ready to leave.

Seeing this, Wei Ran and the other three glanced at each other without any trace, enthusiastically sent off Platoon Sergeant Brad, and then started preparations in tacit understanding.

"Zach, can you give me a radio like the one you gave to Platoon Commander George?" Robert, a black man, asked, licking his thick lips that made people feel disgusted just by looking at them.

"Of course, no problem! Troye!" Zach, who was busy packing the secret bag, greeted.

Hearing this, Li Youfu also opened his backpack again, took out a brand new miniature radio, and handed it to Robert along with a box of button batteries.

"Thank you! Zach, you are such a generous person, just like your nickname, good man Zach!" Robert praised while playing with the compact radio.

"It's just a radio"
To be continued...