The female soldier who had given the scarf to Wei Ran shouted hoarsely in English. The young soldiers around her were also busy helping the wounded who were also watching the movie to run into the air raid shelter.

Upon seeing this, Wei Ran immediately ran over, bent down and picked up a wounded white man on crutches, and ran towards the air raid shelter.

After sending him in, he turned back and rushed to the side of the female soldier again. Together with Dr. Krall, who also came, they worked together to lift up a wounded person and start transporting him.

Soon, more prisoners arrived and helped these injured compatriots into the air-raid shelter.

It wasn't until the roar of planes and the roar of anti-aircraft guns could be heard in the ears, and until there were only scattered benches and curtains that were too late to close up on the playground, that the female soldier and more volunteer soldiers responsible for maintaining order finally ran in Air raid shelter.

Soon, the sound of aircraft gunfire came from the direction outside the camp, dragging several streaks of smoke across the playground. After successfully destroying a series of small benches and a basketball stand, another piece of paper with "POW" written on it was Several big holes were blown out on the wooden board with the words "" before he arrogantly pulled up and flew away at a very fast speed.

In the dim air-raid shelter, almost everyone was cursing the American pilots, including the volunteer soldiers, American prisoners including Drew, and even the "former American soldier" whom they met not long ago beside the pig pen. "Pilot·Cuckold King·Jim" is no exception.

"Truman, that bastard with an asshole on his face, didn't he say that we were here to carry out police operations? Why are we starting to blow up our own people now?" An American prisoner who obviously came to the prisoner of war camp in the same batch as Weihan was horrified. Yelling.

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An American prisoner wearing a gray cotton coat taunted loudly, "After all, as long as we are blown up together, our families will get a lot of pensions. By the way, they will stop telling the nonsense about Chinese people conducting in vivo experiments." There’s evidence.”

"God bless, please let the Chinese soldiers shoot down those bastards flying in the sky alive. When the time comes, I will pull out all their teeth and set them in their buttholes." Dr. Claure gritted his teeth and cursed.

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"God will definitely bless this, but why should we be bombed too?" a British prisoner still wearing military uniform said dissatisfied.

"Maybe it's because our pilots have never seen men wearing skirts." Cuckold Jim's gloating response immediately made the American prisoners of war in the air-raid shelter burst into laughter.

Before the British prisoners could say anything else, an aerial bomb crashed down with a whistle, and the violent explosion roar successfully drowned out all the ridicule and curses.

After a long time, there was no movement outside the air-raid shelter, and the air-raid alarm was lifted. When everyone walked out of the air-raid shelter one after another amid the whistle, and saw the bench torn into pieces, the curses became louder and louder.

"Those flies killed General MacArthur and Ms. Truman we raised!"

Jim, the cuckold who ran out first, stood next to the pig pen, pointed at the only three pigs inside and shouted angrily, "One of Mr. Rhee's legs was also broken!"

"Looks like we can eat meat tomorrow!"

Drew was the first to cheer, followed by the American prisoners of war who were cursing the pilot just now and immediately changed their tone, and some even blew a few hooligan whistles like heckles.

"Are these all a bunch of idiots..."

Wei Ran couldn't help grinning as he looked at those silly American prisoners. At best, these silly guys are optimistic. One second they were cursing and wishing they could eat the pilot who almost killed them. The next second

So he helped carry the three dead pigs to the kitchen.

Of course, at worst, this is a bunch of heartless exam pencils.

Waiting noisily for the three war promoters to be sent to the kitchen, the movie that had just been interrupted was re-projected and played under the busyness of the volunteer soldiers, and the remaining curses turned into cheers and cheers.

However, before the movie was finished, Wei Ran discovered that Morgan and Brendan, whom he had not seen since dinner, were sent back by two volunteer soldiers.

However, within such a short time, their faces were already swollen, and Brendan's hair was pulled out in huge chunks. Not to mention, there was a streak of six or seven on his face.

Centimeter high wound.

But the most important thing is that the two of them have been stripped down to a pair of shorts, and they are relying on the blankets draped around them to keep warm.

Gently touching Drew next to him, the latter looked at the heroine on the curtain and asked without looking back, "What's wrong?"

"Look at them, Morgan and Brendan." Wei Ran reminded in a low voice.

Hearing this, Drew and Claure, who were sitting on either side of Weiran, subconsciously looked in the direction he pointed.

"Those two idiots must have been caught trying to escape," Claure said firmly.

"Their clothes must have been snatched away by the surrounding villagers." Drew's tone was equally certain.

"Would you like to go over and take a look?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"Let's go, I know where they will go." Before he could finish his words, Claure had already stood up and hunched over and left the outdoor cinema.

Under his leadership, Wei Ran and Drew walked to a house with a red cross painted on a cotton curtain.

"That's our infirmary."

Claure stopped, gave Wei Ran and Drew a cigarette each, and then whispered, "My classmate Howard is there, and he is also our doctor. Let's wait, maybe he can listen.

To something."

"Your classmate? Howard?" Wei Ran was stunned for a moment, and instantly matched the name with the American military doctor who worked with him on the operation on the bugler Xia Chuan.

"He's a surgeon"

Claure held a cigarette in his mouth and explained, "He is usually very busy. Sometimes Chinese doctors will ask him to help when they are too busy."

"And Mr. Howard is also a member of the Food Control Committee."

Drew continued to explain, "Of course, his cooking skills are far inferior to his medical skills. I almost got poisoned after eating his cooking, but he saved me in the end."

"Even so, he is at least fair enough." Claure added on the side, "Just as fair as a scale."

"So he has a Chinese nickname, the Chinese nickname we gave him." Drew said with a smile.

"What nickname?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"Chengtuo" a weird Chinese word popped out of Drew's mouth.

"What is that?" Wei Ran asked blankly.

"weight"

Claure explained, "The Chinese give us sugar every month. Each person has about one and a half pounds of sugar. Mr. Howard helps measure it every time. He is as fair as the weights used by the Chinese."

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"After talking for a long time, it turned out to be just a weight?" Wei Ran muttered to himself, and followed the topic with praise, "He is really a good person."

"He is indeed a good man"

Claure said in a puff of smoke, "But he is actually trying to atone for his sins. Of course, this is what I guess."

"What does this mean?" Wei Ran asked curiously, and even Drew looked over curiously.

Claure hesitated for a moment, then lowered his voice and said, "You must know that we also have prisoner of war camps, right? There are many Chinese and Korean prisoners of war there."

"Of course I do," Drew whispered.

"Some doctors use prisoners of war to gain experience in their medical skills. As far as I know, some prisoners of war have undergone five or six amputations just because intern military doctors need to gain experience."

When Krall said this, the cigarette he held in his fingers was trembling, "As far as I know, many intern military doctors go directly to the prisoner of war camp to select people. Whoever is selected, regardless of whether he agrees or not, is directly anesthetized and taken away.

Perform surgical practice."

"You did this too?" Drew exclaimed with his eyes widened.

Claure spread his hands and said, "I'm a dentist. I got a license before joining the army. I don't need that kind of anti-human practice."

Wei Ran secretly clenched his fists, "So Dr. Howard..."

"I'm not talking about him"

Claure shook his head, "It's his younger brother. His younger brother is also a military doctor, but his younger brother is already dead. It is said that he was killed by the guerrillas who recruited Xian. Howard regrets not being able to prevent his younger brother from joining the army."
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