The biggest problem with sleeping next to the airport is the noise. When sleeping next to the airport on a tropical island, in addition to the deafening noise, another problem is the mosquitoes that never seem to have enough to fill their stomachs but never know they are tired.

When Wei Ran was woken up by the roar of the plane again, his hands, neck and even face had been bitten by mosquitoes. Even though the mosquito coils under the bed were still burning, even though the mosquito coils were already burning around them.

There were a lot of mosquito corpses.

He couldn't sleep anymore, so he simply put away the mosquito coil canister, got out of the tent and looked at the airport runway outside.

In the rising sun that had just emerged from the horizon, he was also able to see clearly the Tanba that might take them on a bombing mission at any time.

In addition to the name given to it by the crew members, the nose of this B29 is also painted with an animated character that was just born in this era - Dumbo.

In any case, this is a weapon of war after all, so naturally there is an aerial bomb rolled on the long trunk of the Dumbo.

In addition to the above painting, there are also many ground crews carrying out maintenance work around the aircraft.

After raising his camera to take a photo of the bomber, Wei Yan took out the MK43 telescope belonging to Captain Evans from the gas mask bag and looked at the airport.

At this time, there were a large number of B29 bombers parked on the tarmac of the airport, and around them, ground crews were more or less busy.

Farther away, there were several trucks busy transporting truckloads of aerial bombs to various ammunition depots on the edge of the airport.

Obviously, the battle is already on the schedule, and the bombers here will soon have a feast.

Putting away his binoculars and gas mask bag, Wei Ran walked into the forest, chose the most eye-catching coconut tree and peed.

When he came back, Brad had already woken up.

"Let's go back"

Brad yawned while scratching the mosquito bites all over his body, "I seem to have done something stupid. There are too many mosquitoes here."

"What are your plans during the day?" Wei Ran asked as he followed the other person and climbed into the jeep.

"I don't have any plans"

Brad yawned, started the car and drove back while saying, "What about you? Mr. Reporter? Is there anything I can help you with?"

"I don't have any plans, maybe I'll just take a stroll." Wei Ran responded casually.

"If you want to participate in the bombing, you'd better not go far." Brad reminded.

"Of course, I won't miss the bombing."

Weiran suppressed his anticipation and replied, today is just March 8th, and the bombing will not start until tomorrow afternoon.

After driving back to the cabin, Brad lay down on the bed and fell asleep. Wei Ran, who was completely sleepless, got into the bathroom and took a cold shower that completely woke him up. Then he took the camera and drove the car alone.

Started wandering around this busy airport.

As he braked and pressed the shutter again and again, the Kodak camera in his hand also faithfully recorded the busy ground crew, the M47 incendiary bombs piled on the wall, and the E46s loaded with 38 M69 incendiary bombs.

type cluster bomb.

Of course, there are also various greetings written on these bombs with various colors of chalk or paint.

During most of the morning's wandering, he successfully found Grant at a location almost diagonal between the airport and the tent where he slept last night.

He was currently lying on a hammock pulled up in the shadows outside a bell-shaped tent, concentrating on reading a classic American novel "Moby-Dick".

Looking inside the tent, there are four folding single beds on the side. Some of the beds have a guitar, some have a palette and easel, and some have a radio and a baseball bat.

, or a baseball glove and a baseball.

It can be seen from these details alone that the people who usually rest in this tent have a very colorful spare time life.

But at this time, there was no one in the tent, but there were several flight suits hanging there.

"Victor, why are you here?"

Grant used a long coconut tree leaf as a bookmark to close the novel he had read for only one third of the time. As he sat up, he subconsciously asked, "Where is my brother?"

"Which question do you want me to answer first?" Wei Ran said as he stepped out of the car.

"Be the first one," Grant said as he greeted Wei Ran into the tent.

"I spent the whole morning wandering around the airport looking for people to interview, and then I saw someone here from a distance."

Wei Ran said, sitting down on a relatively clean-looking bed, "But I didn't realize it was you I met until you greeted me."

"Okay, it seems to be a coincidence. What about the second question?"

Grant said, pulling out a bottle of Coke from a wooden box containing ice cubes, opening it and handing it over.

"He's sleeping in the cabin."

Wei Ran took a sip of cold Coke, "How about I ask you now?"

"Of course." Grant also opened a bottle of Coke, took a sip, and sat down on the folding bed opposite Weiyan.

Glancing at the Kodak camera hanging around the other person's neck, Wei Ran asked curiously, "Do you usually rest here?"

"This is the tent for our five gunners."

Grant said, pointing to a bomber not far away, "Now each bombing mission only requires one gunner, so the other four will stay here. This tent is considered the residence of our crew."

"Moby Dick?"

Weiran raised the telescope hanging around his neck and glanced at the plane a hundred meters away. On the side of the nose of the plane, the name Moby Dick was written, and next to it was a picture of a flying communication device.

Headphones and a beluga whale holding an aerial bomb in its mouth.

"It's also the name of a white sperm whale in the novel I was reading just now."

Grant casually explained, "Our crew plans to run a whaling ship together after the war is over, so there is no more appropriate name."

"So where have all the whalers gone?" Wei Yan put down his telescope and asked curiously.

"The Labor Club," Grant pointed in the direction and said nonchalantly, "They went to please those sweethearts."

"What about you? Why don't you go?" Wei Ran asked while giving the other party a cigarette.

"Someone has to stay"

Grant replied casually, "And I have no interest in pretending to be a gentleman in front of those sweethearts. I would rather take care of the business of recruiting women."

"Is there still a recruitment of women here?"

“It’s in a town not far from the airport.”

Grant raised his hand and pointed in a direction, "If you are interested, just grab a bottle of Coke and two cans of spiritual meat to enjoy their services.

Of course, you have to be careful about getting sick. They basically all have sexually transmitted diseases, and the younger they are, the more so."

"I will go when I have time"

Wei Ran smiled and said, "Grant, how about introducing your crew? Or take me to the bomber?"

"Sorry, neither can do either."

Grant did not hide his defensiveness at all, "I don't want you to get to know them, and I am just a gunner. I have no right to take you to the bomber alone."

"It's a pity, but I won't break the rules."

Wei Ran wisely chose to give up. He stood up and walked out and said, "Okay, Grant, I'm going to continue looking for suitable interviewees."

"Wait a moment"

Grant stopped Wei Ran, then took off a keychain as thick as his wrist from the edge of the bedside mosquito net, and then took out a red safety pin pull-tab ribbon and handed it to Wei Ran.

"I learned this from my brother"

Grant said, "If you do follow the bombing, remember to bring a streamer to the sky. It will help you get back to the ground alive."

"Really?" Wei Ran asked with a smile as he took the keychain and ribbon.

"You can trust Brad when it comes to luck," Grant joked, "so bring it with you."

"Thank you for your blessing." Wei Ran shook the small gift in his hand, turned around and walked out of the tent.

After driving away from Grant's "residence", Wei Ran walked in circles to the kitchen, said hello to the black cooks who were already familiar with him, and exchanged for a sumptuous lunch.

Wei Ran found a shady spot at random, took out the sailor bag from the metal book, tied the hammock to two palm trees, lay on it and slowly enjoyed his lunch.

Overall, life here is so pleasant that it doesn't feel like being on a battlefield - except for the pesky mosquitoes.

After finishing his lunch slowly, Wei Ran assembled the ribbon Grant gave him to the huge keychain, and then hung it on his belt.

After packing up the hammock and driving back to the wooden house, he found that the wooden house was extremely lively at this time. In addition to Brad, there were five other people sitting inside.

These five people were all wearing flight suits, holding cold Cokes and holding thick cigars in their hands.

"Hey! Victor! You're finally back!"

Brad, holding a cigar in his hand, greeted Wei Ran warmly, then tapped an American lunch box with his fork, "Gentlemen, our reporter Mr. Victor is back."

"Hello"

Wei Ran took the bottle of Coke handed over by Brad, bit into it, and bumped into each other with the five people.

"Let me introduce you."

Brad threw the fork in his hand on the table, hugged a man with a goatee next to him and said, "This is the captain of the Dumbo bomber, Charles, and next to him is the co-pilot Baker.

"

After Weiran shook hands with the two of them one by one, Brad touched the third person with a Coke bottle, "This is the navigator Bob, next to him is the mechanic Arthur, and finally Dumbo's

Wireless operator Jack."

After Wei Ran and the three shook hands and got to know each other, Brad continued, "There are also their bombardiers and gunners, but they are having fun in the club now, and we will have the opportunity to see them in the future.

"

"That's right"

Captain Charles said excitedly, "Victor, you and Brad are welcome to take our Dumbo. We will provide the best service."
To be continued...