Although the ingredients looked a little disgusting, even so, the tent still filled with an attractive fragrance. The two women also subconsciously took a deep breath and swallowed.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content later! As the ingredients were thrown into the pot, Che Yinxu also poured some water mixed with ice into the pot in the shutter that Wei Ran pressed from time to time.

"Do you eat these every day?" Wei Ran asked while changing the film.

"You can only eat when you are lucky"

Che Yinxu said, taking out a not-so-large whiskey bottle from his arms, unscrewed the lid and took a mouthful, and said proudly, "This was given to me by a chef this morning."

“I wish you a happy meal”

Wei Ran said, ignoring Che Yinxu, who was about to say something, turned around and walked towards the jeep, and took a few photos of the soldiers who were preparing to return to the barracks one after another.

These young soldiers may not know Wei Ran, but they obviously all know the car.

So they not only waved to Wei Ran enthusiastically or put on the posture they thought were handsome and let him press the shutter, but also took the initiative to greet him or say "I thought it was Grant who came."

On the other hand, Wei Ran also found out that the American soldiers who had obviously had race knights got along well in this battlefield brothel.

Those whites and blacks not only talk and laugh, but also share cigarettes or communicate with each other about user experience.

Of course, correspondingly, those black soldiers also found the "human" experience that whites got from them.

Even the wanderings working here seem to prefer serving these whites or blacks, but lack a little enthusiasm for those soldiers with sticks.

Taking pictures of this ridiculous and incredible scene with the camera as much as possible, Wei Ran also drove back and took a panoramic view while the smoke from cooking tents in this camp was floating one after another, and then drove back to the direction of the position.

"Hey! Mr. Reporter, can you please wait for me?" A white soldier who seemed to be walking by waved enthusiastically.

"Come up"

Wei Ran slowly stepped on the brakes, and the latter also sat in the passenger seat in particular.

"I'm Josh, Josh Damon, are you Grant's assistant?" The white soldier took the initiative to shake hands with Wei Ran.

"That's right" Wei Ran nodded, "Victor, just call me Victor."

"I thought it was Grant who came just now," said Josh.

"He comes here often?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"He? He won't come here," said Josh. "You must be unfamiliar with Grant."

"Why do you say that?"

"If you are familiar with him, how could you not know his nickname?"

Josh said, "Honest Grant, you know by his nickname that he never comes to places like this."

"Honest man? Honest man Grant?" Wei Ran asked in surprise, "His nickname is actually called Honest man?"

“Yes”

Josh said, "But he doesn't like the nickname, but everyone calls him that."

"I remember he said it was his first time to come to this position."

"He had interviewed the 1st Cavalry Division a few months ago," said Josh, "we all know him."

"Tell me about him"

Wei Ran took out the last cigar left from his pocket and handed it to the other party, "I really don't know much about him."

"He has interviewed many big names"

Josh took the cigar and sniffed it, "Our teacher, Mr. Hobart Guy, even Mr. Walker, was a righteous man, but rather pessimistic."

"Pessimistic? Why do you say that?" Wei Ran simply lowered the speed of the car a little.

"Grant thinks this war may not be as simple as we think," said Josh. "But he is just a journalist, he has never participated in the war, and he doesn't understand war at all."

"And you?"

Wei Ran smiled, "Josh, when do you think the war will end?"

"Next week, I guess the next Saturday will end at the latest, and we will be able to go home by then."

Josh said optimistically, "I can't wait to go home, and if it ends next week, I can win a little more."

"Are you gambled with this?"

"why not?"

Josh spread his hands, "Victor, what about you? When do you think the war will end?"

"Next week, next Friday." Wei Ran smiled perfunctorily, and he smiled particularly brightly.

"Although you are his assistant, you seem to understand the things on the battlefield better than him."

Josh said confidently, "We will be home for Christmas soon."

"yes"

Wei Ran nodded with a smile, and while driving the car into the position, he said, "We will be home for Christmas soon. Josh, I wish you a Merry Christmas in advance. After all, we may have gone home and couldn't see each other when we were on Christmas."
Chapter completed!