While chatting, under the guidance of Wei Ran in the general direction, Brad drove to Tokyo unimpededly in this jeep with the US Yokosuka Base Pass.

There is no decent street sign guide here, but both Brad and Wei Ran are extremely sure that this is Tokyo.

No matter how prosperous Tokyo was before the war and Tokyo entered the new century after the war, or what was known as the East, there was only a vast scorched earth here at this time.

Driving on the remaining and in a sense, particularly clean highway, Brad slowed down and Wei Ran, who was sitting in the co-pilot, looked at the unobstructed view on both sides.

Most of the buildings you can see here have been burned and destroyed by the fire. Even a few of them with slightly better quality have only a few ruins and charred frames left.

Even though the war had passed for several months, Wei Ran could still smell the smell of burnt smoke, and the scent of aging emitted under the charred brick rubble for half a year but still unwilling to dissipate.

Among these rubble, we can still see broken bodies that are too late to clean up and tend to be ossified, as well as some staff members who are cleaning up the ruins.

These people originally saw a car coming and ran over to drive away, but after seeing it was an American jeep, and there were two people wearing American military uniforms sitting on the jeep, they immediately stopped from afar, bent down and bowed repeatedly, and bowed their heads to the side of the road.

"This is my first time to come to a place I once bombed."

After driving past the staff, Brad parked the car in the middle of the road, stood up and held the camera while pressing the shutter around, saying, "This feels special, arsonist, no, Victor.

Before I came, I always thought that seeing the scene here would make me have nightmares, but now I find that I don’t feel uncomfortable.”

"Why do you say that?"

Wei Ran said as he jumped out of the car, but happened to see a small skull scattered on the side of the road.

"All this in front of you"

Brad also jumped out of the car and walked to the side of the front of the car, pointed to the ruins around him, and even pointed to the devils who were bowing towards them in the distance, "These are all exchanged for life by Dumbo and all those who have not lived to the end of the war. How could I have nightmares?"

"Where is this?"

Wei Ran said, kicking the broken trumpet skull to the other party, "He may be innocent."

"The parents and children of those who failed to survive in Dumbo's crew are also innocent."

Brad said, passing the skull to Wei Ran again.

"Bang!" Wei Ran accidentally stepped on the skull to pieces.

"It seems you won't have nightmares, either"

Brad took out a cigar from his pocket and handed it to Wei Ran, then took out a rough one and bit it off with his teeth and vomited it out. After igniting it, he said, "I won't blame myself for all this in front of me. They asked for it.

I just didn't expect that the incendiary bombs we dropped were so lethal.

If there are any choices, I don't want such weapons to be used on the battlefield again.

But if I had no choice, I probably wouldn't refuse to use such weapons in the name of bomb throwers."

Speaking of this, Brad handed the lighter to Wei Ran, "Look at the person who bowed to us, these weapons are very useful."

“It’s really good to use…”

Wei Ran took the lighter and lit the cigar that the other party gave him, "We agreed to come here to find some clean nuclear-capturing girls to throw bombs together, but unfortunately, now it's too clean."

“It’s really too clean”

Brad shook his head and walked to the side of the road, untied his belt, peed while holding a cigar in his mouth, "And I'm going to marry Martina soon, I won't fool around in the future, and we've lost some friends after all."

"This is also the reason why they didn't come here?"

Wei Ran raised his camera and asked while taking pictures of the empty street scenes around him, "I mean, those living friends."

"I guess so"

Brad said, "The war has not left me with a good impression, and even friendship is not so complete. Those who have become friends will not appear again. Even if you want to take another photo of them, it is impossible.

Even if I have taken photos, I don’t want to open them again. To be honest, those broken friendships have become my nightmare.”

"Then stay away from the war."

Wei Ran said as he stepped back to the passenger seat, "The scenery in this place is the same, there is nothing to take pictures."

"It's really nothing to take. I originally wanted to go to Nagoya and Kobe to see it, but forget it."

Brad tied his belt, turned around and stepped into the driver's seat, driving the car continued forward, "I'm far from the shock of the flames I saw when I dropped the bomb."

"So you want to do it again?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"I'm not sure I can survive again."

Brad turned around while controlling the car and crushing the skull that was accidentally trampled by Wei Ran on the ground, "But those who failed to survive might have a chance to survive, who knows."

"You don't plan to go to China to find Grant, are you?" Wei Ran asked suspiciously.

"No, no, I probably don't have time to do that."

Brad stepped on the accelerator and said, "I have to accompany my Martina. She is pregnant. And Grant is not a child anymore, I believe he can definitely go back alive.

Compared to these, Victor remembers to come to our wedding on New Year's Day, but you'd better rush over and help me on Christmas."

"Why choose this time?" Wei Ran asked again and picked up the file bag containing the photos that the other party had just given to him.

“Because Martina’s due date is before Christmas”

Brad said with gratitude, "Martina was pregnant before I left Britain and returned to the United States, but she didn't know it at the time. Thanks to the identity of the pregnant woman the child brought to her, she was able to leave Germany one step ahead of time."

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Wei Ran made a promise again, and at the same time, he glanced at the tattoo on the tiger's mouth without any trace.

This time he fought a wealthy battle to heal the soul. This man naturally wanted to die when he was stuck. He wanted to see what the living ancestors would do next.

"We will take a photo together, by the way, I have a small gift to give to you."

Brad said, and took out an old safety pin pull-up ribbon and handed it to Wei Ran.

"This is..."

"When I was in the European battlefield, the streamers left by the bomber of the Liberty where I was."

Brad said, "I was going to throw it here, but now I've changed my mind. Victor, give it to you in the name of a bomber."

"Thank you... Thank you." Wei Ran reached out to take the ribbon, and a rich white light appeared in front of him.

"Marry, get married, get married..." Wei Ran muttered to himself over and over again.

"Who is Mary?"

Before the white light disappeared, he heard a voice asking in confusion, "Arsonist, do you have a new girlfriend?"

"Mary? I just spoke Chinese. Do you have a special code to play English homophones for me?"

Wei Ran cursed inwardly, but he couldn't help but tremble, and he felt a biting chill.

He blinked his eyes hard, and when he saw everything around him clearly, he was stunned.

At this time, he was sitting in a M1950-style US military hexagon tent. In the middle of the tent, there was an iron bucket with charcoal fire. On the ammunition box stacked next to it, there was a hissing gas lamp.

Looking at the person who just spoke, Wei Ran, who wanted to make things difficult for his ancestors last moment, wanted to call him "Living Daddy", and it was Grant sitting opposite him!

"Victor, who is Mary?"

Grant, who was lying on a simple folding bed, asked curiously, "I heard you kept calling this name in your dreams."

"You heard it wrong." Wei Ran sat up as he spoke. He was also lying on a simple camp bed.

"No, no, I heard it right."

Grant said, "I have been a reporter for so many years. I am very sensitive to information. Although you have just come, you are indeed calling Mary. If I remember correctly, your wife doesn't call this name."

"You did hear it wrong. I was talking about the wedding." Wei Ran looked at the other party and herself while explaining.

At this time, Grant looked at him about twenty-seven or eight years old. He was wearing a thick M47 windbreaker, matching winter trousers and thick high-waisted leather boots, and a white scarf around his neck, but the one around his neck was red.

"You dreamed of my brother Brad's wedding?" Grant said, "we did talk about this topic before bed."

"Yes..." Wei Ran said vaguely.

"I really couldn't get over in China at that time."

Grant spread his hands with regret, "I can't let him get married again, that cute little guy, Martina and Curtis, will kill me."

"Curtis...What a good name..." Wei Ran twitched the corner of his mouth.

"Stop talking about these things." Wei Ran waved his hand, "I'm not here to listen to your confession. When will you go home?"

"I guess it's soon."

Grant replied, "Today MacArthur promised the soldiers of the 24th Division that the war would end before Christmas, and we might be back home soon, but you, Victor, why were you sent here at this time?"

"How did I know?" Wei Ran responded randomly, but his heart felt cold.

He went to bomb Tokyo, but he didn't expect to be sent to this battlefield! He didn't expect to be a US soldier this time.

This special code... It's really a sunny thing.

Fucking more than that, he realized from what Grant said just now.

It should be November 24, 1950, the day when Lao Mai was bragging, and this special code was equivalent to hitting FLAG's crotch!

Looking at the sky outside, he was crying, and it was almost dark!

"Where are we now?" Wei Ran asked uneasyly.
To be continued...