Immediately afterwards, he found an L-shaped flashlight covered with a white silk cover from his suitcase and lit it. He continued to look for more moments related to the volunteer army in these photos, and at the same time he was patiently waiting for Grant to come back.

After waiting, it was about seven o'clock in the evening, and Grant finally returned to the tent with two dinners. Behind him, the black soldier who had just met that morning helped carry a bucket of fuel.

Grant thanked the black soldier politely. Grant threw a pack of cigarettes to Wei Ran, took the flashlight with a silk cover, and checked the photos Wei Ran helped wash out while saying, "I got the latest news, and CPVA started to fight back."

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Wei Ran responded unsalt and tore open the box of Marlboro that the other party brought back, took out an iron bucket that was coming to the bonfire and lit it and took a beautiful sip.

"You don't seem to be surprised?"

Grant, holding the flashlight, asked without looking back, "Your flushing skills are still as good as before."

"It was Mr. Edward Murphy who told me the result." Wei Ran said in a joke.

"Is that Air Force engineer?" Grant asked with a smile.

“Yes”

Wei Ran took a big sip of cigarette again, "Where are you? You don't seem to be surprised."

"I know Chinese people better than them"

Grant said, "Most of the rookies and commanders outside the tent know about it."

"But you don't seem to be ready to do something"

"I'm a reporter"

Grant said, "It's just a journalist, who will listen to me? Mr. MacArthur or Mr. Walker? Or Mr. Guy?"

"I mean, isn't journalist Mr. Grant going to do something?"

Wei Ran asked again, "For example, leave here?"

"I know you plan to take me back to the United States as soon as possible, I will go back, and promise to go back before Christmas."

Grant, who was still watching the negatives, said, "But I'm just here, and the battle situation is not bad enough to leave."

"Okay, when I didn't say anything."

Knowing that he could not persuade him, Wei Ran sighed helplessly in his heart and decided to watch the development of the situation quietly.

"And you?"

Grant asked, "Aren't you going to do something?"

"I surrender"

Wei Ran said indifferently, "I plan to surrender. I mean, if the opponent hits here, I will surrender without hesitation."

"This is not like you." Grant looked at Wei Ran strangely.

"I'm no longer a soldier," Wei Ran replied frankly.

"Okay," Grant smiled, "Hurry up and have dinner. I'm late and I only bring these foods back."

Having said that, Wei Ran was quite satisfied with the dinner.

A few slices of bread, a piece of meat stew, a box of beef stewed still in the open can of iron, and a box of open lunch meat, in addition to a can of beer and an apple.

"Aren't you going to eat together?" Wei Ran asked.

"I've eaten at the command post," Grant said apologetically, "this is for you."

"Then I'm not polite," Wei Ran said, picked up the fork and spoon and started eating Haisai.

"I'm going to go to the command post to wait for news later. I may not be back tonight."

Grant pinned the flashlight on his shoulder, compared the notepad he took out, and said while writing the number of the washed film, "Victor, help me see the suitcase, remember how about putting these negatives into the sealing cylinder?"

"No problem" Wei Ran still responded very happily.

Upon hearing this, Grant picked up a typewriter, took a few stacks of manuscript paper and film, and hurriedly left the tent.

After eating and drinking, Wei Ran spitted thick phlegm into most of the box of lunch cans that he deliberately left, and used it as an ashtray to smoke a cigarette. Then he placed the plate outside the tent door, and lay on the folding bed covered with a duck down blanket, covering the sleeping bag and taking a sip of cold beer from time to time.

Until about two-thirds of a can of beer was drunk, a bad-minded historian also untied his belt, held the bird to replenish some hot water into the beer can, and then placed it outside the tent. Then he walked to the distance and poured the remaining half-piss on the snow.

Back in the tent, he put all the film he had washed in the afternoon into a sealed cylinder, and placed it one by one into the compartment of the suitcase.

That night, Wei Ran, who had calmed down his mind, slept very peacefully in a warm tent wrapped in a sleeping bag, and Grant also did not return to the tent all night as he said.

On the 26th, Wei Ran, who was awakened, immediately got out of the tent and looked at the plate and beer can that were placed at the door last night. Seeing that the food left in the plate and the can of beer were gone, he also showed a slightly childish and proud smile on his face.

Back in the tent, put on his clothes and dried boots, and when he came out again, the Kodak camera had already been hung around his neck.

Just overnight, the soldiers in this position had lost their relaxed and optimistic expectations of yesterday and their optimistic expectations for Christmas. Even the wanderings who stayed in some people's tents last night, and the "volunteers" who were looking for ingredients near the cafeteria were driven out.

The position began to be martial law. Seeing this, Wei Ran carefully inspected the Willis Jeep carefully, filled the fuel tank with fuel, and then started the car and let it run for a while, so as not to cause trouble when needed.

Just as he was busy checking his escape tools, Grant also walked back with two breakfasts.

"Mr. Murphy said nothing wrong"

When Grant saw Wei Ran, he spoke, "Things are starting to go in a bad direction."

"What's going on now?" Wei Ran followed the other party into the tent and asked.

"I don't know, but the atmosphere in the command post is very delicate, and I, the reporter, drove me out."

Grant sat on the bed, holding breakfast and plucked it into his mouth. "I guess there will be a war here soon."

"Where are you? Or are you not going to leave?" Wei Ran asked.

"Wait a little longer"

"The battle is just starting to go in a bad direction, but it's not that bad yet," Grant said.

"So what about now?" Wei Ran asked while eating breakfast.

"I'll have a sleep later"

Grant replied vaguely, "I haven't closed my eyes all night, but I haven't gotten any valuable news."

"Aren't you going to quit? Why do you have to work so hard?"

"I'm not trying hard for the New York Times"

While Grint was speaking, he had finished his breakfast and threw the plate into the ammunition box that served as the table. He wiped his mouth randomly, took off his windbreaker and boots and got into the warm sleeping bag.

Leave the tent to Grant, and help him add some coal to the bonfire bucket. Wei Ran, who had enough food and drink, got out of the tent and stretched again. Then he held the camera and took the photo with great interest to photograph the soldiers who were already a little more nervous than yesterday.

He even borrowed a bicycle to take a look at the Liuying Camp near the position.

He had to admire the sensitivity of these "buyers and sellers". At this time, these people were already packing their luggage.

Perhaps this business is indeed profitable. There were basically two bicycles launched at the doors of those tents. The men were hanging steel welded iron baskets on both sides of the bicycle load-bearing seats and putting all the "prostitution money" that women earned hard.

Some of the timids even had their tents and folding beds tied to the seats. The man rode his bike and pulled his heavy belongings. The woman rode his bike and carried himself and even his "colleagues" and even his children.
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