When Wei Ran woke up from his sleep, the sky outside the window had become slightly brighter, and the heavy rain that had been raging all night had stopped at some point.

"A sneeze"

Wei Ran couldn't help but sneeze, and then his whole body shivered.

He reached out and touched his forehead. Fortunately, although his body was a little weak and his head was dizzy, he didn't have a fever.

At this moment, Zach and the other three were also woken up by his sneezing, followed closely by Zach who also sneezed.

"Good morning gentlemen"

Robert stretched out and said hello, then jumped down from his homemade bench with a "pop", and as expected, a splash of water sprayed from the gap in the floor.

"Morning...ah sneeze!"

Before Zach could even finish his greeting, he sneezed loudly again.

"You two, be careful of catching a cold."

Clint said, taking out the cigarettes he had exchanged for the confession book from his pocket, and generously took out two cigarettes and gave them to Wei Ran and Zach, "I have read Robinson Crusoe, I remember

Robinson also had a cold once. He ate some tobacco and took a nap before he recovered. Do you want to try it? This method may work. "

“I think it’s more reliable to light it and inhale it into your lungs.”

Zach said, took the cigarette, asked Clint to help him light it, and took a long puff.

Before the lit matchstick in Clint's hand could reach Wei Ran, the door was pushed open with a bang from the outside, and the matchstick in Clint's hand trembled because of him.

Dropped on the wet floor.

Turning his head to look in the direction of the door, the soldiers who came in helped open the ankle chains of the four people under the vigilance of a companion standing outside the door with a gun.

However, what Robert and Clint didn't expect was that the soldier responsible for unlocking the door pointed at them and then waved to them to follow.

Watching the two surprised inmates leave, Wei Ran and Zac looked at each other. The latter reached out and handed over the cigarette in his hand. After Wei Ran lit his cigarette and returned it to him, this

Then he whispered, "What are your plans for what happened last night?"

"I think it's an opportunity," Wei Ran replied without thinking, "I want to escape."

Of course he had to escape from the prisoner of war camp, which was originally one of his return missions.

"I can guess why Troyer did this."

Zach took a long drag on his cigarette, "He hopes to publish those photos through me, an American who escaped from a prisoner of war camp."

"So what are you going to do?" Wei Ran threw the question back.

"What he wanted to do, I originally wanted to do." Zach glanced out the window, "And I've had enough of being in a prisoner of war camp."

"Now it's up to them what plan they can come up with."

Wei Ran also looked out the window, secretly wondering how much risk he would face in escaping this time.

The next morning, Wei Ran followed Zach and fully experienced life in a prisoner of war camp for most of the day.

Generally speaking, they are relatively free here, and they are not locked in pig cages, soaked in water, and electrocuted at every turn, as shown in later American movies.

Generally speaking, except for those like Zach and myself who have "jobs" and need to complete tasks such as feeding chickens or cleaning the chicken coop, the rest are completely "free range".

Some energetic ones would even use the sports equipment exchanged for confessions to organize small competitions, small gambling games and the like for fun.

Of course, there are also those who are more lazy. Not only is their thatched house filled with a strong smell of urine, but it is also surrounded by piles of their own excrement like mines.

Some of them, whether they were disabled on the battlefield or were tortured, were in much worse condition than Wei Ran and Zac before they took a bath yesterday.

There are people who are miserable than the two of them, and there are people who are better off than the two of Robert.

Those prisoners of war who "provided important intelligence" and "propaganda value" not only lived in brick houses near the wall, but also had much better food.

Unlike them, there are only two meals a day of vegetable soup that never changes, and extra tofu cubes only once a week.

After completing the routine roll call in the morning, cleaning the chicken coop, and feeding the chickens, Wei Ran and Zach took some time off after eating a swill-like breakfast. Robert and Clint, on the other hand, were there from beginning to end.

None of them came back.

"Were they both arrested and tortured?"

At the door of the cabin, a bored Zach guessed to himself, "Maybe they recognized Troyer?"

"He's not that stupid"

Wei Ran said firmly, "He will definitely avoid interviews with the two of them."

"Troyer is already a qualified reporter."

Zach leaned on the steps behind him with his elbows, looked up at the blue sky and said, "I really want to see the photos he took and the press releases he wrote while standing in the other camp."

"Speaking of this"

Wei Ran snapped to attract the other person's attention, and at the same time lowered his voice, "Do you remember what we talked about yesterday? Wild Boar George found your press release and sent it to CBS."

"How could I not remember?" Zach snorted, "This is one of the reasons why I decided to escape."

"So the next question is"

Wei Ran pointed to the top of his head, "Do you know where this is? In other words, do you know how far it is from Da Nang? We were unable to leave when we were captured the first time, so I don't think we can escape this time.

"

"Maybe... maybe Troyer has something to do." Zack replied insincerely.

"hope so"

As Wei Ran spoke, he couldn't help but look at the wall in the distance again and the barbed wire stretched on the wall.

Knowing that there was no hope of escaping with his own abilities, Wei Ran began to study the iron hoops on his feet and the huge bell.

We passed the time almost bored until noon. As the sun rose above our heads, the prisoner-of-war camp, which had no trees to provide shade, became increasingly sultry due to the water vapor evaporating from the ground.

Just under the scorching sun filled with the chirping of cicadas, Robert and Clint also walked back happily. They also put on new prison uniforms, and the pockets of the prison uniforms were also bulging with stuff.

"You are finally back"

Zach greeted warmly, and Robert immediately took out a pack of cigarettes and a box of matches from his pocket and stuffed them into his hand. At the same time, Clint also took out a whole pack of cigarettes and a box of matches.

The box of matches was handed to Wei Ran.

"We had an interview with a reporter, a decent interview."

Clint said, lighting a cigarette for himself, "We can finally answer the questions asked by reporters this time freely, without having to read from a script."

"They even took photos of us."

Robert said equally beamingly, "Maybe my family can see it, and then they will know that I am still alive."

"Zach, Victor."

Clint puffed out a cloud of smoke and reminded with a slightly serious tone, "Did that reporter also take photos for you?"

"It was filmed, what happened?" Wei Ran asked knowingly.

"If George sees your photos too..."

Clint paused and said hesitantly, "You might be in danger, and even your family might be in danger."

"Unless you give him those photo negatives you hid originally."

Robert said equally seriously, "Although we really don't like you using those photos to blackmail us into keeping your identities secret, it was just based on the suggestion of a friend."

“Thank you for your advice”

Zach paused and looked at the two of them equally seriously, "So can you tell me what kind of person the real Wild Boar George is?"

"At least he didn't kill a wild boar with a Kaaba saber as he boasted"

Clint muttered, "He...I don't know how to describe him, but he's like a lunatic pretending to be a normal person."

“You’re right”

Robert echoed, "And there is no bottom line, and..."

"What?" Zach asked with interest.

"I suddenly remembered something that probably only I knew."

Robert grinned widely and said, "This was told to me by the former medic of Team T. Of course, I'm not talking about Angus, but his former medic."

"Tell me about it?"

"Mr. Reporter, if I remember correctly, I am paid to provide you with gossip." Robert hinted bluntly.

"I can't bring you anything decent right now." Zach spread his hands, "I even asked you for cigarettes."

"How about the IOU?"

Robert said greedily, "I want five hundred dollars, and I guarantee that the information I provide is worth the money."

"I always want to know what the news is about," Zach said equally seriously.

"about..."

Robert thought for a while and said, "About the news that even if you return the negatives of those photos to Robert, he may still be able to kill you."
To be continued...