At 10:11 a.m. on August 3, under the leadership of Ruan Mingcong, Weiran followed representatives of the VN15 organization, invited media and the Cha Xifeng family to Yue Neng, braved the pouring rain and got into the dense forest.

The jungle finally stopped under a banyan tree that blocked the sky and the sun.

“This is the cemetery of my father Le Huu Phuc and my mother Nguyen Thanh Cha.”

As Ruan Mingcong spoke, he had already cleared away the overgrown weeds, shrubs and clinging vines around with his obstacle removal knife.

Without any need to be reminded, Zhan Zhan had already blown the rogue whistle, summoned the men he had brought with him, pulled out his troubleshooting knife and started to help clean up.

In addition to the obstacle-clearing knives in their hands, these thirty or forty people all carried a long green canvas cover on their backs.

Although those canvas covers had never been opened, Wei Ran was extremely certain that what was inside was definitely the Bayi Bar with a folding support.

Almost immediately, Brother Yang waved his hand casually, but the 20 or 30 strong men in camouflage uniforms he brought dispersed and were alert to the surrounding situation.

Although these people were less than half in number, they did not hide the Glock pistols in quick-draw holsters on their chests, the various weapons in their hands, and of course, the security badges hanging on their chests.

With the help of Zhan Zhan and his men, in just half an hour, the area around the huge banyan tree was cleaned up, and a special tombstone was also revealed.

The tombstone is a slender boat half-buried in humus.

Just looking at the familiar appearance, Wei Ran was sure that it was made from the auxiliary fuel tanks of US military fighter jets, and was also the main means of transportation used by Ruan Qingcha back then.

The boat was upside down on the piled rubble. Although the upward-facing bottom of the boat was covered with moss, it could still be clearly identified. Inlaid with rivets was a line of more difficult words: guerrilla Nguyen Thanh Cha, the tomb of Le Youfu and his wife.

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There is also an M79 grenade launcher hanging on the bow of the boat on a wire.

Under the wash of time, the handguard of this grenade launcher and the unique wooden stock of the early period have also decayed, leaving only two pieces of rusty copper skin barely hanging on the wire. Under the impact of raindrops,

It continuously makes a pleasant knocking sound.

The moss-covered aluminum barrel was still intact, but the "muzzle" was tightly blocked by a colorful little frog. It seemed that he was confident enough that he would hide it well enough not to be discovered.

"This tombstone was after the war."

Ruan Mingcong paused for a moment and added, "After the war between Yue Nan and China ended, Uncle Meng Zhen took me to find the boat that sank in the river and brought it here.

I heard Uncle Menglong tell me that this grenade launcher was my father's weapon during his lifetime. Although he was a frontline reporter, he was also a soldier."

After saying that, Ruan Mingcong piously placed some of the tributes he had brought on the bottom of the boat, lit a handful of incense, placed it under the canopy of trees where rain could not penetrate, and bowed respectfully.

“My uncle Meng Yu used to work here”

Ruan Mingcong stood up and explained to himself in the rain, "He said this was once a front-line hospital. He and his first wife both worked here, and their daughter also helped take care of the wounded here."

"Boom!"

Just at this moment, a continuous muffled thunder sounded in the sky, but Ruan Mingcong seemed not to be affected at all, and just continued with a slightly louder voice, "Later, the Americans and their army of stick-armed servants discovered this place.

They captured everyone in the frontline hospital, publicly tortured Uncle Meng Zhen's daughter and wife under this tree, and burned them, all the doctors, nurses, wounded and surrendered guerrillas to death.

Those magic threads hung everyone on the banyan tree, and used flamethrowers to singe their legs one by one."

Raising his finger and pointing in the direction, Ruan Mingcong continued, "Uncle Meng Zhen was hiding there at the time. He said that the screams of those people lasted for more than an hour. After the Americans left, they left a sign with the words "U.S.

A sure-win brand.

I guess you must have seen that brand in the photos published on the Internet. You may not have the impression, but Uncle Mengzhen recognized the brand in that photo at a glance."

Taking a deep breath, Ruan Mingcong looked at the cameras facing him and said, "You may be wondering why my uncle Meng Zhen didn't resist in the first place. He couldn't resist. He also had to worry about the other dozen children who were hiding with him.

, to avoid the reconnaissance helicopters that have been circling overhead."

After a brief silence, Ruan Mingcong seemed to have lost all his strength and spirit. He put on his bamboo hat and walked back in the rain while minding his own business and continued, "I don't know if this is the story you want to hear.

Apart from the pockmarks on my face and my deformed brother, that’s all I know about this place.”

"There is still one more sacrifice left."

Wei Ran looked at the boat and muttered to himself, then turned around and followed Ruan Mingcong with Brother Yang's faint protection.

"Where do you plan to go next, Mr. Wei?" Brother Yang asked Wei Ran, who seemed to be distracted.

“Let’s go to Manila”

Wei Ran came to his senses and gave the answer, "Since Captain America doesn't dare to attack me, I don't have to waste time here, so let's go to Manila. I'm going to take that fruit transport plane to Papua New Guinea.

"

"Are you going to Papua New Guinea?" Brother Yang raised his eyebrows, "At a time like this?"

"certainly"

Wei Ran explained matter-of-factly, "My girlfriend is going to Papua New Guinea to open up a tourist route. Of course I have to accompany her, otherwise I won't worry."

"Are you planning to continue fishing?" Brother Yang asked helplessly.

"Give that Captain America one last chance"

Before Brother Yang could speak, Wei Ran added, "Also, after arriving in Manila, I want to meet Miss Jia Ya."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "I will help you contact Miss Jia Ya," Brother Yang said quickly.

Hearing this, Wei Ran just smiled and said nothing more. He just tightened the hood of his old-fashioned rubber raincoat and quickened his pace.

That afternoon, Weiran said goodbye to VN15 and Cha Xifeng's family, and followed Brother Yang to Manila on a low-cost flight.

"We meet again, Mr. Wei."

Almost as soon as Wei Ran followed Brother Yang out of the airport pick-up port, Jia Ya came up to him and took the initiative to shake hands with the former.

"Long time no see, Miss Jia Ya," Wei Ran said hello with a smile.

"Didn't your girlfriends come together this time?" Jia Ya asked with a smile.

"We are redundant"

Wei Ran smiled and said, "In addition, they will take the next fruit transport plane. When I got on the plane, the transport plane had already taken off."

"It seems we don't have much time, please come with me." Jia Ya said, leading Wei Ran to the VIP lounge not far away.

It wasn't until both parties sat down that Jia Ya asked with a smile, "I didn't know Mr. Wei asked me to meet this time..."

"check it out"

Wei Ran said, opened the briefcase he carried with him, took out an envelope from it and pushed it to the other party.

"This is..."

"Let's take a look." Wei Ran smiled and stretched out his hand.

After a slight hesitation, Jia Ya opened the envelope and took out the contents.

This was a 5-inch photo, but when she turned the upside-down photo over and saw what was on the photo, she stood up with a look of surprise on her face.

"It's an honor to see Miss Jia Ya acting so glum," Wei Ran said with a smile, "Besides, the doubts in my heart have been answered."

"Where did you come from..."

"In my hand" Wei Ran answered with a smile.

"What do you want to trade her for?"

While Jia Ya was speaking, she had already taken out a small silver-shell lighter, lit the photo in her hand, and placed it on the ashtray.

When the steaming flames engulfed the headless statue of Mazu in the photo, Wei Rancai smiled and said, "I don't have anything to exchange for the moment, but I don't mind telling my allies that this treasure is in my possession."

In hand."

"Thanks"

Jia Ya bowed deeply to Wei Ran with great solemnity, "Mr. Wei, I owe you a favor. I mean, you are willing to tell him that this matter is in your hands. I owe you a favor, my boss."

I also owe you a favor."

"It seems that this treasure is indeed very important to you."

Wei Ran, who was here to verify the authenticity and release goodwill, smiled and asked extra generously, "Do you want me to hand it to you now?"

"The opportunity has not come yet"

Jia Ya, who sat down again, once again used the words she used when she saw the golden statue of Mazu for the first time, "That treasure is indeed very important to us, but as long as we know its whereabouts, it will be fine."

At this point, Jia Ya took the initiative to change the subject, "I heard from Brother Yang that you and your girlfriends are going to Papua New Guinea?"

"Yes." Wei Ran nodded, not bothering to correct the deliberate mistake in the other person's sentence just now.

"Let Brother Yang and his people follow him as a guide and translator."

As she spoke, Jia Ya pulled out the hairpin on her head, and while scattering the ashes of the burned photos in the ashtray, she said casually, "Although Captain America cannot run to Papua New Guinea, it is difficult to guarantee that no one will

Using his name to cause trouble for you."

"Thank you, Miss Jia Ya, for your kindness, but I won't be respectful." Wei Ran said with a smile.

"I will help Nisei with his mental hospital business."

Jia Ya continued to express his goodwill, "Before the end of this year, I will help him gather 5,000 mental patients in South and Southeast Asia."

"good"

Wei Ran nodded with peace of mind. Although this was a gesture of goodwill from the other party, he did not need to thank him. After all, this beautiful and dangerous woman was Qin Er's aunt, not his own.
To be continued...