Zach waved his hand nonchalantly, "Robert, we haven't had breakfast yet. Do you know where the canteen in this camp is?"

“The food here is not delicious”

Robert said subconsciously, "If you want to try it, I will find someone to take you there."

As he spoke, he stood up, walked out of the semi-underground house with the radio that was turned on, and called a soldier with a stick not far away who seemed to be specially serving them with a rogue whistle that sounded like barking a dog.

, said in a arrogant tone, "Take my friends to have breakfast, remember to get them more meat, and don't let those canned spiritual meats that are older than me appear on their plates."

"Yes!" The soldier holding the stick stood at attention and saluted in response.

"Please help me look after our things."

Zach showed enough trust and greeted Wei Ran and Li Youfu to leave the house, and led them to their canteen under the leadership of the soldier holding the stick.

At the same time, Robert also put down the radio, roughly rummaged through the bag left by the Weiran trio, and after taking away a box of "playing cards", restored it to its original state.

Almost immediately, the three Wei Ran people who had already entered the camp canteen also jumped in line and each had a breakfast.

Despite Robert's instructions, this was just breakfast after all. What Wei Ran received was only a plate of fried rice mixed with diced chicken and a hard-boiled egg, as well as a bowl of miso soup and, as expected, no

The absent cooking dish - kimchi.

"Robert is right."

Zach just tasted a spoonful of miso soup and gave up decisively, "This is not as delicious as the breakfasts sold in the restaurants around Da Nang that are more difficult to run."

“Really not that good”

Wei Ran took a few bites of fried rice and replied, "The most delicious thing in this breakfast is probably the boiled eggs."

"Their chef was probably only responsible for washing dishes in the Chinese restaurant where I used to work."

Li Youfu pushed aside the bowl of tofu soup that he also took only a sip of. "The restaurant where I work can make the tofu taste better than meat, but look what's in our bowls? It looks like it's adulterated."

Like bloody vomit."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "Troyer, you are so disgusting."

Zach, who originally planned to put the spoon into Li Youfu's bowl to taste it, threw the spoon directly on the table while complaining with laughter.

They each ate two hard-boiled eggs and managed to get through their breakfast. After they finished smoking another cigarette, and guessing that Robert had almost rummaged through the three of their things, they looked at each other and smiled, got up and left the cafeteria.

By the time they returned to the semi-underground room, Robert no longer knew where he had gone. Also missing were the films hanging by the window.

Seeing this, the three of them silently rummaged through their backpacks. Li Youfu whispered, "There is a box of poker missing."

"Put on your body armor," Zach responded in a nonchalant manner.

Hearing this, the three of them each took off the grenadier vests given by Angus, took out the body armor from the bucket bag left by Robert and put them on, and then put the grenadier vests filled with film on them.

Outside.

Finally, they put on the American steel helmets in the bucket bag and carried their respective backpacks. When they walked out, Brad and others, who had become "friends", were already waiting for them in the shadow of the damaged helicopter.

"I wish you good luck, friends!" Brad and the three of them each bumped their fists. "We will be here waiting for you to come back."

"It sounds like there will be a surprise when we come back?" Zach asked expectantly.

"Of course!" Brad happily made a promise that every man would understand.

Without wasting too much time, the three guards followed a group of soldiers and boarded an American armored vehicle.

In this aluminum coffin, there were also several other soldiers with sticks wearing American equipment.

Of course, this so-called all-American equipment is actually very messy. Only two soldiers use M16s. The rest of the soldiers use M14 sniper rifles, M1 carbines, grease guns and even BAR machine guns.

In addition, there is an additional piece of equipment that Wei Ran had not found in the T team in the bullpen camp before - a flamethrower.

"Gentlemen, can I take a picture for you?" Wei Ran asked enthusiastically in stick language.

"sure!"

The soldiers with sticks in the carriage responded one after another. At the same time, they subconsciously straightened their chests, showed off their weapons and... seemed to have won the battle with a proud expression.

"I hope you won't implicate us when you get beaten up."

Wei Ran muttered secretly and put down the half-frame camera in his hand, and then started to talk about the daily routine with the stick-talking language that almost all the stick-holding people in the car knew, and asked about today's combat mission.

However, the result of this question was both expected and unexpected.

To put it simply, they were there to wipe out and retaliate against the guerrillas who attacked the camp last night. But the troublesome thing is that after fighting for almost the whole night last night, these little cuties didn't capture a single prisoner.

In other words, there is no intelligence without prisoners, but even without intelligence, they seem to have determined the location where the enemy is hiding. Is this... could it be calculated by throwing copper coins into fortune-telling?

What was even more outrageous was what happened later. During his side attack, one of the soldiers, who was holding an M16 in his arms and seemed to be a squad leader, firmly stated that their combat goal today was to kill a hundred guerrillas.

When he translated this to Zach and Li Youfu, both of them also looked stunned and faintly uneasy. Apparently, they had realized something.

In the following time, Wei Ran and the other three began to remain silent, but the soldiers in the carriage had already begun to discuss happily about how many you would kill and how many I would kill, what you would rob, and what I would do to the captured girl.

What to do.

It's a pity that there is no recorder...

Wei Ran muttered regretfully, and then subconsciously glanced at Zach, who seemed to be resting his mind or kidneys with his eyes closed, secretly looking forward to seeing if the other party would come up with some "high-tech" interview equipment later.

After about half an hour, the armored vehicle finally stopped. When the hatch at the rear opened and bright sunlight shone in, Wei Ran immediately saw that there was a patch of water outside the door, and it seemed that he was preparing to plant rice.

of paddy fields.

As the soldiers with sticks in the car got out of the car, the three of them soon saw a small village not far away.

"Sir, are the guerrillas we want to ambush in that village?" Wei Ran asked one of the soldiers who had an M16 in his hand.

"Of course! They must be there, and they must be there!" the soldier said firmly.

Seeing this, Wei Ran and Zach looked at each other and translated the answer they just received into English.

The three of them looked at each other and tightened their helmets on their heads. Zach even opened the lens cap of the Leica camera around his neck.

While they were waiting, more than 30 soldiers with sticks who participated in this operation walked into this small village with their weapons in hand and their backs to the machine guns on the armored vehicles that could be fired at any time.

"boom!"

A soldier who walked at the front, who seemed to be the platoon leader, held a 1911 pistol and fired a shot above his head.

Amidst the gunshots that broke the tranquility, the soldiers with sticks skillfully drove the people out of the village and gathered them in the open space on the edge of the village.

"He, and him, and a few over there, arrest them all, they are Viet Cong!"

The soldier, who was suspected to be a platoon leader, pointed his pistol at the panicked villagers and issued an order. Immediately, several soldiers rushed over and dragged the selected male villagers away amidst the begging of some women who were kneeling for mercy.

came out.

"Troye, give me a super 8!" Zach whispered.

Upon hearing this, Li Youfu immediately took off the backpack, took out a super 8mm camera from the backpack below and handed it to Zach.

Looking proudly at Zach, who had already raised the camera, the platoon leader straightened his helmet, waved his hand and said, "Tie them up and put them in the car!"

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Sir, how did you determine that they are the Viet Cong?" Wei Ran asked curiously in stick language.

"If I say they are, they must be!" the platoon leader said affirmatively, and then added, "Gentlemen, remember to make us look more handsome in photos."

"as you wish"

With a smile on his face, Wei Ran suppressed the murderous intention in his heart. At the same time, he raised the Minolta camera hanging around his neck and took a photo of the other party.

Soon, under the platoon leader's picking and choosing, several male villagers were sent to a truck that was driving along with them, amidst beatings and kicks.

"Let them bring over the cattle from the village, as well as their rice and chickens, otherwise they will be arrested together as Viet Cong."

The platoon leader issued the second order, and a soldier with a stick holding an M3 submachine gun next to him immediately translated it into Yuejun, a language that Wei Ran could not understand.

As soon as these words were said, the remaining old, weak, women and children also knelt down and cried, kowtowing and begging bitterly.

Looking at Li Youfu, whose hands were trembling as he held the camera unsteadily, Wei Ran took a deep breath and raised the camera again to focus on the villagers.

However, before he could press the shutter, the platoon leader picked up his M16 rifle without warning and pulled the trigger!

"Ta-ta-ta! Ta-ta-ta!"

Amidst the piercing sound of fire, Wei Ran subconsciously pressed the shutter. Among the villagers who were kneeling on the ground, several old people immediately fell into a pool of blood, trembling, together with the babies they held.

"call!"

At this moment, the soldier carrying a flamethrower who was guarding a car on the way here also sprayed a bright fire snake towards the nearest thatched house.

And all of this was recorded by the three Wei Ran cameras - including the crazy and arrogant smile on the face of the platoon leader.

Under this real threat, in the second round of orders, some villagers finally stood up in panic, stumbled into the village, ran into the paddy fields, or carried bags of rice on their backs, or led

There are cattle, goats and even chickens and ducks in cages that they depend on for their livelihood.

Almost as soon as Zach finished shooting the fourth film box with the Super 8 camera in his hand, there was already a pile of trophies for food at the rear of the trucks not far from them.

However, the platoon leader was not satisfied. Or rather, not only him, but also the soldiers under him were not satisfied at all.

Under the gaze of three people, the platoon leader walked into the crowd of villagers who were kneeling on the ground, bent down and pinched a girl's chin to force her to raise her head. After looking at it for a while, she shook her head in disappointment.

Before the girl, the villagers and even Wei Ran could breathe a sigh of relief, it walked over to another young woman holding a child and pressed the barrel of the 1911 gun that smelled of gunpowder smoke against the infant child.

The child then raised the young mother's chin and glanced at her with a lewd expression.
To be continued...