"Actually, you can't help me at all when you come here."

Outside the tent, Grant said in a snort, "I don't need any help, and I'm going back soon."

"That's to be interviewed by another reporter."

Wei Ran said perfunctorily that he urgently needed to know whether the other party needed to go to the front line. "Grant, how about your job?"

"I know what you are worried about"

Grant smiled, "Don't worry, I won't go to the front line. I'm more focused on interviewing the soldiers participating in the war's views on this war."

As he said, Grant lifted a piece of canvas next to the tent, revealing a Willis Jeep with the New York Times logo on the hood. "My daily job is to drive it and follow the transport team to interview positions."

"Since that's the case, I'll be the driver for you." Wei Ran said, "Where will we go next?"

"Next?"

Grant waved his hand, "No, no, no, we won't go anywhere next. I'll arrive here at noon today. If you didn't come to me suddenly, I'll have started the interview."

"Since that's the case, what do I need to do?" Wei Ran continued to ask.

"Are you really here to help me?" Grant looked at Wei Ran suspiciously.

"certainly"

Wei Ran nodded, "Or what would I do here?"

"All right"

Grant shook his head helplessly, "Let's go to the tent to talk, it's too cold outside."

"Forgot to ask, who are you working for now?" Wei Ran asked after walking into the tent, "Is it still the New York Times?"

"Yes, it's the New York Times."

Grant sat back on the camp bed, pulled out two pieces of wood from under the bed and threw it into the iron bucket with charcoal fire. "But I plan to resign. The war is over, or I plan to resign when I go back this time."

"Resign? Then what?" Wei Ran asked, "You won't be a reporter?"

"Maybe I'll be a photographer."

Grant glanced at the Hasselblad camera that was placed at the head of the bed, "Do you still remember Bill, the navigator of the White Whale?"

"Remember, of course." Wei Ran nodded, "I remember he went to National Geographic after he retired...so are you going to work for him?"

“He invited me to work for him before this war,” Grant said. “He is now a little editor.”

"Did you agree?"

"Agree"

Grant nodded with a smile, "I might go and take pictures of the scenery for him soon."

"It's a good job," Wei Ran said sincerely as much as possible under the helplessness in his heart.

He could not change anything, and this feeling of powerlessness was even more painful than the war itself.

"Maybe"

Grant couldn't help but look at the Hasselblad camera again, and for a moment, the tent also fell silent.

Just at this moment, a black soldier walked outside the tent, "Mr. Grant, I've brought dinner."

"Thank you, please come in."

Grant said as he got up and took the two plates handed over by the black soldier.

"Let's eat something first"

Grint said, while handing a plate full of food to Wei Ran, and ending the topic just now.

"Thanks"

Wei Ran took the plate and placed it on the ammunition box at the head of the bed. The dinner was quite rich, with a portion of pasta, a portion of stewed beef that was obviously canned, as well as a few slices of bread and a relatively thick lunch bean soup, and a piece of meat cutlet with a size of palm.

"Reporters are a relatively popular position here"

Grant introduced while delivering food to his mouth, "So we will eat better than the soldiers."

It's much better than the opposite...

Wei Ran sighed secretly, poked the meat cutlet and took a bite hard, and asked vaguely, "To make the reporters sweeter?"

"almost"

Grant said with a smile, "This is also MacArthur's trick."

Speaking of this, Grant pointed to the box at the head of the bed, lowered his voice and said, "But I have also taken some more realistic shots in the past few months."

"What shot?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"The wounded and dying soldiers were tortured, no, the tortured Chinese prisoners of war, and the colored company that was abused by Baling."

Grant sighed, "It's all the darkest part of this war. These films cannot pass through military parcels. I can only find a way to bring them back by myself."

"Which side are you standing on?" Wei Ran asked casually.

"I will stand on whichever the truth is," Grant replied for granted, "but the premise is that I can bring back the film."

"What if we go back now?" Wei Ran couldn't help but suggest.

"Now?"

Grant smiled, "Victor, this is not the bomber-dropper I know. Why are you so brave?"

"You will know tomorrow..."

Wei Ran muttered to himself, but said, "This is not a timid, I just think that the film needs to be taken away as soon as possible."

"Or you'll take them away tonight?"

"I'm not a postman," Wei Ran rejected the other party's proposal.

"So wait a little longer"

Grant continued to eat and said, "Maybe this war will end soon."

"Maybe"

Wei Ran responded vaguely, objectively speaking, no matter what angle Grant looks at this war, he is an American after all.

In this war, at this moment, most Americans have enough confidence that the war will end soon. Even though the First Cavalry Division, who had just suffered defeat, were also confidently waiting for Christmas.

After having a pretty sumptuous dinner during a chat without a single chat, Grant buckled the tent door and lay on the bed again, "Victor, take you early, tomorrow I'll take you around and interview some people."

“Okay”

Wei Ran was too lazy to say anything else, so he wiped the corners of his mouth with his sleeves and lay on the bed.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! It can be seen that Grant, who has been wandering on the battlefield since World War II, has already adapted to such an environment, so he started to snore soon.

In contrast, Wei Ran tossed and turned for a long time before he fell asleep.

When he woke up again, there was a lot of fun outside the tent and talking and laughing. Grant on the opposite side had already climbed up, "Victor, I'm going to interview. Are you going to follow me or go shopping by yourself?"

"Where are you going to go for an interview?" Wei Ran asked, who followed him up.

"Go to the command post to see if there is any good news," Grant replied, "Are you going?"

"I won't go"

Wei Ran, who clearly knew what would happen today, refused, "I'll just stroll around and get to know you."

"Do you need a camera?" Grant said, already opening the box and taking out the Kodak camera and several films.

"Of course," Wei Ran said, taking the camera and film handed over by the other party.

"I may have to work hard all day, see you in the afternoon." Grant said, holding the Hasselbladder and couldn't wait to get out of the tent.

"You were panicked in the afternoon..."

Wei Ran muttered secretly, hung the camera around his neck and drilled out of the tent that had begun to get cold.

It was already bright outside at this time, and the soldiers stationed here seemed to be still immersed in the Thanksgiving atmosphere the day before yesterday. Most of the topics they chatted with had nothing to do with the situation of the battle. Instead, they were planning what kind of gifts they should prepare for their families after they returned home.

In this seemingly safe position, in addition to the American soldiers and those black soldiers without human rights, Wei Ran also saw many black-haired and yellow-skinned people.

These people either gathered around the battlefield restaurant to help with some kitchen work, or searched for ingredients that were wasted randomly wasted in the garbage as rumored.

He could even see some girls who seemed to have just "get off night shift", happily gathering with their harvest, and walking to the back of the position, talking and laughing.

"Beautiful lady, can I take a few photos of you?"

Wei Ran blocked a young girl with strawberry marks on her neck and holding a few boxes of canned lunch meat and a few coke bottles in her arms, and asked in a hint of words.

"Sir, can you go to the tent?"

The girl asked in embarrassment, "It's too cold in the morning, taking off my clothes will make me sick."

“Take it off…”

Wei Ran twitched the corner of his mouth, "No need to take off his clothes, just like this."

"A box of cans" a short man who seemed to be coming to pick up the girl whispered, saying that he was also pushing a bicycle.
To be continued...