Before leaving, he kindly helped Wei Ran light a plate of straw rope used to repel mosquitoes.

Watching the other party leave, Wei Ran tried to move by the moonlight. The chain was not too long and could barely allow him to walk to the window and the toilet.

Likewise, this room is not too big. There is a straw mat on the wooden floor. There is no furniture except a stoneware kettle, and there is no unnecessary decoration.

Touching the iron shackles on his ankles, Wei Ran shook his head secretly. These heavy shackles were closed with rivets. To open them, you could only use a hacksaw or tools such as wire cutters.

Moreover, there was only half a centimeter of gap between the shackles and ankles. In other words, even if he dislocated his ankles, there was no way he could take them off.

In other words, even if he was confident enough to pry open the iron chain locked on the shackles, he would not be able to escape with such a heavy thing on his feet.

Besides, his head was covered all the way here, so he didn't know where to run even if he wanted to.

Confirming that there was no hope of escape, he had time to look at the Yuanyue 65 kettle still hanging around his neck.

He took off the kettle and untied the canvas cover outside, and then took off the cup cover. Unfortunately, there was nothing hidden inside.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Unscrewing the lid of the kettle without giving up, Wei Ran couldn't help but reveal a smile on his face shrouded by the moonlight. There was indeed something in the kettle filled with water.

thing!

He tilted the spout and poured the water into his palm. Soon, he got the first thing, which was a medicine bottle, a transparent medicine bottle wrapped in a condom.

He could tell by the moonlight that the vial contained amoxicillin without even opening it.

Keep pouring out. The second medicine bottle wrapped in a condom contains water purification tablets, and the third one contains anti-malarial medicine.

This wasn't over yet, there were two bottles of disposable morphine poured out from the kettle with the water flow.

Stuffing these things back into the kettle, Wei Ran dragged the iron chain to the rough porcelain kettle in the corner, refilled the Support 65 kettle with the water inside, and then slung it over his shoulder.

These life-saving things were prepared with the help of Li Youfu, and there was no doubt that they were approved by Ruan Qingcha, so...

Before he could figure out the reason, Zach was also sent in, and like Wei Ran, he enjoyed the treatment of being chained and shackled.

"Hey Victor! What did they ask you?" Zach couldn't wait for the person who sent him in to leave and couldn't wait to get closer to Wei Ran and asked.

"Asked about our origins"

Wei Ran smiled and recounted the communication between him and the interrogator just now, and also listened to the cross-examination that Zach encountered.

In general, the information disclosed by the two people was basically the same, and it was obvious that the interviewers attached great importance to the information they disclosed.

"What should we do next?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice after sharing their respective intelligence.

"how could I know"

Zach was already lying on the straw mat as he spoke, "Anyway, let's get some sleep first."

"You are really big-hearted..."

Wei Ran twitched his lips, chose the seat farthest from the door and sat down against the wall.

Less than five minutes later, Zach was snoring loudly, and Wei Ran also secretly took out the British army water bottle from the metal book, and took a stingy sip of the cold Coke to satisfy his stomach, which had not eaten anything seriously all day.

Added some energy.

After a while, he also fell asleep leaning against the wooden wall.

In another house in the same camp, or to be precise, in Ruan Qingcha and Li Youfu's house, the two were sitting by the window chatting quietly.

"Why do you want to help me?" Li Youfu asked in a low voice, a question that he had found opportunities to ask several times along the way, but the other party never answered.

"help you?"

Ruan Qingcha, who was injured, snorted and lowered his voice and said, "I'm not helping you, a traitor."

"Okay, why..."

"No matter what"

Ruan Qingcha whispered in a particularly clear voice, "You didn't bully me after you captured me, and you later opened fire on the invaders like a conscientious North Vietnamese and rescued me with them. These reasons are enough.

I saved you."

"Can..."

"It's better than them being killed directly."

Ruan Qingcha's voice became even lower, "There's only so much I can do, and remember your identity, your current name is Ruan Chengzhu, and you are my cousin.

You were also a spy planted by my father, Ruan Yingjun, in the American camp. You had to escape because you were exposed, and by the way, you captured the two Americans with us."

"Okay...Okay, my...my name is Ruan Chengzhu."

After Li Youfu repeated it in a low voice, he almost subconsciously asked in a low voice, "You...how are you so skilled?"

"Skilled?" Ruan Qingcha repeated doubtfully.

"I'm talking about my identity," Li Youfu said in a low voice, "the identity of Ruan Chengzhu."

"I do have a cousin named Ruan Chengzhu"

Ruan Qingcha sighed, "He was indeed sent to the American camp, but we have not heard from him for more than two months. He...he is probably dead."

"Sorry" Li Youfu whispered apologetically.

"I don't know whether I should save you or not."

Nguyen Thanh Cha, who was lying on the straw mat, sighed, looked at the moonlight outside the window and whispered in a low voice, "But I think it is our goal to let you live and win every South Vietnamese to join us, especially if

You are really reporters, maybe... never mind, I don’t know either.”

Hearing this, Li Youfu sighed, and he couldn't help but look at the table not far away.

On this table, there are the grenade launcher that once belonged to Angus and whose stock he repaired by himself, as well as the remaining rounds of grenades for sanitary ignition, as well as the cameras and water bottles of him and Zach.

Even a pistol.

These were the trophies that belonged to their "brother and sister". However, the medical bag and camera water bottle that originally belonged to Wei Ran, as well as the backpack and other items that nominally belonged to Zach, were all confiscated and distributed to others.

As for the precious medicines hidden in the kettle and risked to be handed over to Wei Ran, the female guerrilla named Ruan Qingcha on the bed hinted to him to secretly hide them before handing them over.

But what to do next, what to do tomorrow, he had no idea.

He even didn't know how to get along with Ruan Qingcha, who was lying on the bed, weak and defenseless.

With everyone feeling confused and hesitant in their own way, the night passed extremely long. When the next morning came, what woke everyone in the camp was the spraying helicopter flying overhead!

Smelling the smell of defoliant that drifted into their nostrils, Wei Ran and Zac, who had just woken up, looked at each other. They each dragged a chain and ran to the window. Then they saw Li Youfu holding up the hand that belonged to him.

Zach's Leica camera pressed the shutter repeatedly towards the helicopter flying overhead.

"Look, we have a freelance photographer."

Zach said happily, "We can definitely find opportunities to chat with the people here and conduct interviews as normal."

"Aren't you hungry before that?"

Wei Ran yawned and asked. He had taken a sip of Coke last night, but what Zach ate last time was the compressed biscuits they shared after they captured Ruan Qingcha.

Sure enough, before he finished speaking, Zach's stomach made a growling sound in response.

"So do we have anything to eat?" As Zach spoke, he picked up the porcelain kettle at his feet and drank a gulp of cold water.

"No"

Wei Ran raised his chin in the direction of Li Youfu, "Now let's see if anyone remembers to send us some food."

He had just finished speaking, and when Zach was about to speak, they heard the sound of anti-aircraft anti-aircraft machine guns firing and the unique sound of RPG explosions.

"Done"

Wei Ran's heart sank, and he subconsciously looked at the shackles that imprisoned freedom and the load-bearing pillar connected to the chain that imprisoned the shackles, secretly thinking about how to break the chain in case of a fight and the need to escape.

.

"boom!"

After a dull sound that seemed to be a suicide bombing, excited cheers came from all over the camp, and children and women of all sizes ran out of the other wooden houses.

"Where is this place?" Zach asked with a frown.

"As you can see"

Wei Ran, who was also looking outside, sighed, pointed to a simple blackboard hanging on the trunk of a tree not far away and said with almost certainty, "This seems to be a battlefield school."

"You..." Zach looked at Wei Ran beside him strangely, "You seem to be very familiar with this place?"

"No"

Wei Ran shook his head, "I have seen similar classes, but they are not more difficult."

"Where is that?" Zach asked as if he had an occupational disease.

"In another forest." Wei Ran paused, "In Liuban's forest."

"Liu Ban? Where is that..."

Before Zach could finish his question, the children and women gathered around. After one of them, who seemed to be the oldest, said something, the people around him responded immediately.

The leader pressed his hands and then quickly ran to a thatched house not far away.

However, when he walked out again, Wei Ran and Zach's hearts jumped. The person who seemed to be acting as a teacher, the teaching tool he took out was an RPG!
Chapter completed!