Drive the car back to the edge of the tent and cover it with canvas, Wei Ran continued to hold up his camera and wander around this seemingly safe position.

Perhaps because the war sent back from the front line today seemed to be quite smooth, there was not much tension here at all, so he even saw a Christmas tree near the kitchen.

There are already many small stars made of magazine paper of various colors hanging on this Christmas tree, as well as photos of beautiful women who are also cut from magazines.

Next to it, several white soldiers were whistling to decorate the Christmas tree more meticulously.

At the bottom of the Christmas tree, there is even a headlight that I don't know whose car I've removed.

Although the headlight was not lit, a snowman with a carrot nose and a military cap was piled up not far away.

In its arms, there was a not-so-big wooden sign, which was written in beautiful red characters with a bold saying full of confidence: Let's have Christmas in advance, otherwise we will all go home by Christmas.

I like your confidence...

Wei Ran murmured to himself, and put the snowman and the Christmas tree, as well as the two soldiers who were decorating the Christmas tree, into the view frame to complete the focus.

"Gentlemen, look here." Wei Ran greeted warmly.

Hearing this, the two soldiers looked at Wei Ran, and enthusiastically showed a bright smile at him, allowing him to press the shutter at them.

"Mr. Reporter, can you take a photo for us?"

When he finished taking the first photo, several more soldiers came over.

"sure"

Wei Ran agreed happily, and when the soldiers stood by the snowman, they also pressed the shutter towards them.

His voluntary photography behavior soon attracted the "active registration" of many soldiers, and he also refused everyone and enthusiastically took "Christmas photos" for these soldiers in advance.

Just as he finished filming two films, Grant also walked over from a distance.

"Do you want to take one?" Wei Ran asked while changing the film.

"Let's take a photo together"

Grant said as he was already standing on the side of the snowman. Seeing this, Wei Ran handed the camera that had changed into film to a soldier, stood on the other side of the snowman with an inexplicable smile, and took a photo with the other party.

"Is there any good news there?" Wei Ran asked while taking the camera.

“The front line is progressing smoothly”

Grant said while helping the soldiers around him take a photo, "The Eighth Army is still advancing, maybe we can really go home before Christmas."

"Maybe?" Wei Ran, who was also taking pictures, looked at the other party.

"Nothing" Grant responded vaguely, but did not continue the topic.

They used the shutters they pressed again and again to send out the soldiers around them. Seeing that noon was about to come, the two of them simply walked into the kitchen not far away and each took a pretty sumptuous lunch.

"Where were you going in the morning?" Grant asked while delivering food into his mouth.

"The warriors behind the position" Wei Ran replied, "I went there and took a walk."

"The Battlefield Warbler?"

Grant laughed in silence, "What an accurate description."

"I heard you got the nickname of Honest Man?" Wei Ran asked.

"Do you still remember Ryan with the same nickname as Ryan? Dumbo's bomber."

"Remember"

Wei Ran nodded, "A young man with a moxican hairstyle, you seem to have concealed your experience in World War II."

"I'm not my brother Brad," Grant lowered his voice a little, "I will not return to the battlefield as a soldier, nor do I want to show off my previous experience."

"I will keep it confidential for you"

Wei Ran asked while eating, "Do you have any arrangements in the afternoon?"

"I'll go to the command post and wait to see if there is any new news," Grant replied, "Where are you?"

"Store around," Wei Ran said indifferently.

"You don't seem to care about the situation?"

"I'm not here to be a reporter this time."

Wei Ran replied indifferently, he really didn't care. Now he just wanted to run away as soon as possible, or surrender as soon as possible and become a prisoner of war again.

If you are lucky, you can renovate it in the prison camp for two years, and you may even get a good ranking in the Olympics.

The premise is...Grant can do the actions he just assumed.

"Whether you are here to be a reporter or not, how about doing me a favor later?" Grant said.

"What's the busy thing?" Wei Ran asked indifferently.

"Film Washing"

Grant said, "I have accumulated a lot of film recently but haven't had time to rinse it. To be honest, you're actually here at the right time."

"Brad also gave me the same job back then," Wei Ran said with a lot of laughter.

"So is that OK?" Grant asked with a smile.

"Of course, of course." Wei Ran agreed indifferently. He was satisfied with what he wanted to take pictures. The next afternoon, he had no intention of continuing to be frozen outside.

"Then let's just say that."

Grant said as he took off his windbreaker, took off a canvas bag cross-body, and handed it to Wei Ran, "It's all here, please help me wash it out."

"Remember to bring me dinner and bring more." Wei Ran said, "Bring some fuel back by the way, your jeep is almost out of fuel."

"No problem" Grant agreed.

As for the jeep, it was naturally not short of oil. Wei Ran had carefully checked it when he drove it back to its original position. The oil meter was almost full and there was a spare oil barrel at the rear of the car.

But he didn't know how far he would run next, so he naturally didn't mind keeping more fuel for the car - if Grant was planning to run or surrender.

After the wind swept the clouds and had lunch, Wei Ran took the key to the box from the other party, took the canvas bag containing film on the table, borrowed a bucket of coal from the canteen, and returned to the tent alone.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! After tying the tent door, Wei Ran pressed the coal he brought back on the charcoal fire that was about to be extinguished by the iron bucket, and then opened the suitcase that already belonged to Grant.

The flushing equipment in this box is much more complete than the butt in the metal notebook, but he did not rush to rinse it, but instead blatantly searched it.

First, he pulled out the 1911 pistol and decomposed and assembled it, and put it back on the bullet and put it back on it. Wei Ran took out the 1911 pistol from the metal notebook for inspection. Seeing that it was also full of bullets and there were bullets in the chamber, he put the box of bullets that had just been turned out back on its original position.

Continue to search here. Although he couldn't find the album that Brad had put in this box, he found two other albums.

The first book, the content of the filming made him recognize it at a glance as China, who was in the War of Liberation.

These photos are taken professionally enough, and the straightforward style makes it easy to see that they are specially designed to provide newspapers and magazines. Under each photo, the detailed time and address of the shooting, as well as some parameters of the camera and film used.

These addresses include the capital, Tianjin, Shanghai Stock Exchange and Shancheng, and some seem to be the names of the villages, as well as some attractions such as "West Lake" that are well-known in later generations.

In the second half of this album, there are negatives. The lengths of negatives are different, but they also have marked similar to those in the front.

As you can see from this album, Grant is serious enough in working as a reporter or a photographer, at least much more serious than Brad.

Put this album back to its original place, and Wei Ran, who was like a voyeur, opened the second album.

Just as he saw the first album, Wei Ran sighed. This was a photo of Grant and the woman named Yang Minhua. In addition, there was a silk handkerchief wrapped in the album. The handkerchief was wrapped in it, and it was a warm bracelet.

Putting the bracelet aside for a while and looking back at the first page, Grant wrote down the memories of his first meeting with this female translator on the rest of this page.

Keep flipping back, most of the remaining photos seemed to be taken secretly, but around these photos, the sincere sentences recorded the little things when taking this photo.

Finally, a photo of Grant, Brad's family of three, and their mothers appearing by the Christmas tree.

Around this photo, Grant wrote a sentence about what he told his mother and brother’s family about falling in love with a Chinese girl. He told him about his mother and brother Brad, as well as his KPD sister-in-law’s encouragement and blessings, and also about his carefully selected gifts, and he joked that he had been learning from his elder brother Brad.

His brother boarded the bomber, so he boarded the bomber too.

His brother returned to the battlefield after the war ended, so he also returned to the battlefield.

His brother fell in love with a KPD, and he fell in love with a CPC. He was not even sure if the other party was really a CPC, but he was very sure that he had fallen in love with the other party.

Continue to flip back, and then a few photos of Yang Minhua and memories attached to the surroundings, which belong to Grant.

But when Wei Ran flipped to the next photo, there was only a tombstone and a small tomb bag in the only photo, as well as Grant were filled with pain, despair and regret between the lines, and the curse of Liberty, the must-eat French food that was taken away, just like Brad back then.

Without continuing to flip back, Wei Ran rewrapped the bracelet left by Yang Minhua, and released it back into its original position along with the album with only pain.

With a long sigh, he took out the rinsing tools and potions from the box, lit the American oil stove, and burned hot water to assist in controlling the temperature.

In his busy schedule, rolls of film gradually became a light-catching negative.

Most of the movies recorded in American joy.

Beer, cola, cigarettes or canine, and women who seem to never be missing and football. Of course, there are turkeys for Thanksgiving and Christmas trees a month ahead of time.

A few parts recorded the moments when Wei Ran clenched his fists. The corpses of the volunteer soldiers covered with frost were tied to a tree, watered all over and frozen into ice, and a torture questioning. There was also a volunteer soldiers who were injured, had an arm missing, and had one eye blind. The moment when they spitted toward the camera, he could even see the thick phlegm that was still flying towards the target.

And in the next picture, there was an extra bullet hole on the forehead of the soldier.

Grant left most of the shot to the warrior, but only left the corner to the hand holding the 1911 pistol. He did not take a picture of the shot, but took a picture of the star-stripe tattoo on the back of his hand.

If you are still alive, these two photos may become classic...

Wei Ran shook his head regretfully and hung the negative film on the drying rope. Taking this opportunity, he also washed out all the negative films he took today.
To be continued...