"I'm here to pay my father," Tom said bitterly, "but my job is to be a priest, and I don't even have the guts to shoot at the enemy."

"Killing is easy"

Marshall said with an indifferent expression, "But I do envy your job as a pastor. Not only is your military rank higher than ours, but you can also live in such a big tent by yourself."

“That’s the beauty of working for God.”

Pastor Tom spread his hands and said, "If you don't mind, you can stay here. I've already said hello in advance."

"Speaking of which, how did you three get together?" Wei Ran, who had been listening just now, asked.

"Originally I just invited Randy to come and live with me."

Pastor Tom held up the cup and said, "After all, Adam died not long ago, and I carried the tent with him for several hours."

"Where's Marshall?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"This bastard got into a fight with someone else."

Pastor Tom said helplessly, "I just didn't want to see him being sent to a military court after beating others to death, so I brought him here."

"This bastard thing can really cause trouble."

Wei Ran grinned and muttered to himself. He was pointed at a gun by Marshall as soon as he entered the battlefield. This guy had killed people before joining the army, and he almost beat others to death just now. He could almost bear all the bad deeds like this.

The title of "scum".

"I just don't want to keep driving bulldozers."

Marshall spread his hands and lowered his voice and said excitedly, "Friends, I saw fire-breathing tanks landing this afternoon."

"So?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in confusion.

"Driving a bulldozer is not as exciting as driving a fire-breathing tank!"

Marshall raised his cup and clinked it with the three of them, "I only had a conflict with that bastard because I wanted to drive a fire-breathing tank."

Randy shook his head helplessly, "It's weird that you can drive a fire-breathing tank."

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Definitely!" Marshall said confidently, but obviously had no intention of continuing to explain.

Although he did not explain, Pastor Tom seemed to see something. He just shook his head helplessly and reminded, "Marshall, you'd better calm down your brain. You are sending yourself to death."

"That's more interesting than driving a bulldozer. I can't wait until those lonely girls ask me how many people I killed on the battlefield when I leave the battlefield. I tell them that I have been driving a bulldozer, right?"

Marshall took a sip of beer and continued with a belch, "And do you know how I got the rank of sergeant? I crushed more than a dozen enemies to death with a bulldozer on Saipan."

"Wait! Are you the Marshall who is desperate for his life?!"

Randy's eyes widened, "I've heard of you, you are the life-threatening Marshall, right?"

"What do you mean, Marshall, who is desperate for his life?" Wei Ran asked doubtfully.

Randy glanced at Marshall, whose face was full of indifference, and then said, "I heard it from a sailor on the ship. He said that there was a crazy engineer on Saipan who drove a bulldozer and crushed a dozen Japanese to death.

I heard that several were buried alive, Marshall, are they talking about you?"

"it's me"

Marshall spread his hands, "Those Japanese charged our position like idiots. I happened to be using an armored bulldozer to push the bunker, so I rushed over directly."

"What about being buried alive? Is it true to be buried alive?" Randy asked with a pale face.

"My commander said we don't need any prisoners, not even one."

Marshall explained with an innocent face, "I only had a pistol with me at the time, and I didn't even have extra bullets. It was raining heavily that day, and I didn't want to leave the cab to find bullets, so I had to bury them."

"You are simply a devil!" Pastor Tom paused, raised his glass and said, "But it sounds really enjoyable!"

"I thought you were going to judge me for God again."

Marshall smiled stupidly, raised his cup and clinked it with the other person. After taking a sip, he asked, "Victor, what about you? Why did you join the army?"

"For world peace," Wei Ran replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

“That’s a good reason”

Pastor Tom nodded in agreement, "As long as those madmen who provoke war are killed, the world will definitely usher in peace."

Marshall nodded similarly and added, "It would definitely be more peaceful if there were no black people."

"Shut your stinky mouth!" Pastor Tom said angrily, "Black people are also God's children."

"OK, black people are children of God"

Hun Buqing said to Marshall, "You are all God's children, only I am not, okay?"

"Sooner or later you will need God's forgiveness." Randy sighed after saying, "When will I get the rank of sergeant?"

Marshall grinned widely and said, "If you want, I can lend you my bulldozer."

"Forget it!" Randy shook his head with a pale face, "Stop talking about the bulldozer, I almost have pictures in my mind."

"We really need to change the subject."

Tom put away the sidearm he had just taken out, "It doesn't matter whether this bastard Marshall will drive a fire-breathing tank, but I do know that Victor won't have to go to the front line tomorrow."

Seeing that the topic turned to him again, Wei Ran put down the cold cup and asked, "I don't have to go to the front line anymore? Why?"

"Why else?"

Randy, the stretcher bearer, spread his hands and said, "Even an idiot knows that it is a complete waste for a medical soldier who can perform surgery to go to the front line. You can save more people in the rear hospital."

"What about you?" Wei Ran asked worriedly.

"Of course I will continue to be a stretcher bearer," Randy said matter-of-factly.

"I'll be a stretcher bearer with Randy."

Pastor Tom said firmly, "Before landing on Guam, I thought my job was to listen to the confessions of soldiers at the rear, but my experience during the day made me realize that those soldiers who were about to die on the front line were the ones who needed me the most.

That’s the only way I can really help them.”

"It seems that after the desperate bulldozer driver Marshall, there will be another desperate pastor Tom in this tent."

Marshall said, picking up the cup and standing up, "But no matter what, let's use the last glass of wine to wish that we can all be reunited in this tent at this time tomorrow?"

"You drink so fast"

Randy, the stretcher bearer, muttered, quickly poured all the remaining beer in the kettle into the cup, stood up and said, "Just like what this bastard Marshall said, I hope we are all here tomorrow."

"And there's also cold beer to drink," Pastor Tom joked and stood up.

Wei Ran also stood up and said, "You guys try to come back safely, and I'll try to get some more beer back then."

"cheers!"

"Cheers!" In the deliberately suppressed cheers, everyone drank all the beer in their glasses.

"It would be nice if we had cold beer every day, this place is hotter than the Texas desert in the summer."

Marshall greedily shook the last drop of wine in the cup into his mouth. After burping, he reached out and took out a pack of cigarettes from his helmet, tore it open, took out one and lit it.

"It would be better if there were a few more women." As Randy spoke, he also took out a cigarette, lit it and took a puff.

"How did I know you two bastards?"

Tom, who also lit up a cigarette, handed the cigarette case and matches to Wei Ran. When the latter refused, he immediately said, "You should learn from Victor. He is a veritable angel on the battlefield."

"Tom, I have a religious question to ask you."

Marshall, who was already lying on the bed, asked while puffing away, "Is the angel a man or a woman?"

"Shut your stinky mouth!"

Tom, who was teased again, angrily threw the cigarettes and matches that had just been rejected by Wei Ran at Marshall, and then the four of them laughed in unison.

"Marshall, what's the matter with your chest injury?" Wei Ran asked as he chose the bed closest to the tent door and lay down.

"nothing"

Marshall replied nonchalantly, "When the hospital was shelled, a glass shard from nowhere flew into the cab of the bulldozer and opened a hole in my chest. I should have closed the armored door if I had known better.

Yes, but the weather is so hot, it’s like an oven inside.”

"It's unbelievable that God allowed a bastard like you to survive," Randy couldn't help but mutter.

Pastor Tom joked, "I guess God and Satan don't want such bastards to pollute heaven and hell."

"Regardless of God or Satan, if they want to invite me, I hope they can bring a bulldozer."

Marshall grinned widely and said, "I will definitely help them push out a beautiful bunker or landing dock. When the time comes, whoever accepts me, I will help them fight the other one. I am experienced!"

"May there be no bulldozers or bastards named Marshall in heaven and hell," Wei Ran sighed seriously.

"May there be no stretcher-bearer named Randy and no pastor named Tom in heaven and earth." Marshall agreed with a serious sigh, "I am sincere this time and I am not joking."

"You bastard finally said a sincere blessing." Randy echoed with suppressed laughter.

Pastor Tom shook his head angrily, and while turning off the flashlight he used for lighting, he said, "Although Randy is right, I still want to shoot you in the head."

Before he finished speaking, the small tent was filled with the laughter of everyone and the sound of artillery fire coming from outside from time to time.

"I hope they all survive."
Chapter completed!