When the white light faded, before Wei Ran had time to see his surroundings clearly, he suddenly felt a sense of hunger and powerlessness that almost made him feel like he had returned to Leningrad.

As his five senses gradually became richer and more real, Wei Ran then smelled a complex smell that was almost fermented and mixed with the rich smell of rancid, sweat, and chicken feces.

In the blink of an eye, his vision gradually became clearer, and he could see the surrounding scene clearly.

This is an empty field with a circle of thatched houses built around it. Wherever you look, black or white people in twos and threes wearing prison uniforms are wandering around like wandering spirits, or they simply find a corner to sit in a daze and bask in the sun.

Pick up biting fleas from your hair or crotch.

A little closer, in front of me, is a bamboo fence that surrounds me.

Turning around and looking back, in addition to a few large and ugly turkeys, there was also Zach who was busy picking up turkey eggs in the bamboo basket.

At this time, Zach was still tall, but he had lost a lot of weight. Although there were no shackles on his feet, there was an iron hoop with a bell. Moreover, his long hair had been tied into a small braid on the back of his head, and his face was also covered with hair.

He has a beard that is almost the same style as his classmate La Deng.

Looking at myself again, I was not much better than the other person. My hair was equally long and tied up in braids, and my beard was so thick that it covered almost half of my face, and I was holding a broken shovel in my hand.

Under the tattered, rancid and smelly prison uniform, a layer of sour and smelly mud had accumulated on his skin. His feet were wearing tire slippers, and there was also an iron hoop with a bell on his ankle.

I tried to take a step, and the cowbell with the size of a teacup at my ankle was clanging. Although the clanging sound was not pleasant, the movement was really not quiet at all.

Are you in a prisoner of war camp again? I know this job well...

Wei Ran pondered secretly, and at the same time he was checking every part of his body.

Fortunately, although his whole body looked in poor hygiene and somewhat malnourished, at least except for the healed gunshot wound on his calf, there were no scars left by torture or any obvious discomfort anywhere on his body.

"Victor, don't be in a daze, clean up the chicken manure quickly, and then we can have a rest." As Zach spoke, he already skillfully picked up another freckle-covered turkey egg.

Hearing this, Wei Ran was stunned, nodded quickly, and shoveled the feces on the ground together with a shovel.

Before he finished his work, Zach stuffed two turkey eggs into his pocket, and then walked out of the fence alone with the basket containing the eggs.

Almost immediately, two more prisoners of war came over carrying a bamboo dung basket.

Is it you?

Wei Ran couldn't help but was stunned. These two people were none other than Robert, the communications soldier of Team T who was shot down from the helicopter before Bai Guang, and the helicopter pilot!

Compared with himself and Zach, the two of them seemed cleaner. At first, Pier's hair was not long, and he didn't have such a long beard.

After coming back to his senses, Wei Ran waved the shovel as usual and put the smelly chicken manure into the manure basket one by one. The two men worked together to carry it to a distance and poured it into a manure pit.

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After a while, Zach also came back with a basket. At this time, his basket was filled with rotten vegetable leaves, leftovers and other kitchen waste.

"Guess who I just saw?"

Zach whispered as he threw the kitchen waste to the surrounding turkeys.

"who?"

Wei Ran didn't wait for the other party to speak, and continued to guess, "Troye?"

"It's not him." Zach shook his head, "It would be great if it was him."

"Who is that?" Wei Ran guessed again, "Is it Angus?"

"Angus?"

Zach reacted immediately, then shook his head again, "I don't want to see him here, he will definitely be tortured to death."

"So who is it?"

"Do you remember the first time we were captured last year?"

Zach asked in a low voice, "That Charlie who asked you to help treat the wounded and who can speak English, I just saw him."

"Is it him?" Wei Ran raised his eyebrows, "Why is he here?"

"I am not sure as well"

Zach shook his head, "But I recognized him, and he must have noticed me."

"you sure?"

Wei Ran held up his beard with his hand, "Are you sure you can recognize this?"

"I took the initiative to say hello to him!"

Zach said proudly, "I hope the other party still remembers us, so maybe we can get a chance to take a shower and get a haircut."

"I hope what you said is true," Wei Ran said with a wink, "Robert and the others are here."

Upon hearing this, Zach immediately closed his mouth and continued to share the food waste in the basket with the turkeys.

"Good guy Zach!"

From far away, the black communications soldier Robert said hello. It wasn't until he got closer that he couldn't wait to lower his voice and asked, "Zach, where's our share?"

"This is yours, Mr. Robert."

Zach said, took out a turkey egg from his pocket and handed it to the other person, then took out a second one and handed it to the helicopter pilot, "Clint, this is yours."

"Thanks!"

The two of them thanked each other in unison, and after receiving the turkey eggs, they did not move at all. They just looked left and right, then lightly knocked on the bamboo fence, and then poked a small hole with their dirty fingers.

He brought it to his mouth and sucked hard, sucking the egg liquid into his mouth, and swallowed it with a look of intoxication.

"Let's eat quickly," Zach urged Wei Ran.

Hearing this, Wei Ran reacted, immediately leaned the shovel against the fence, took out the two turkey eggs that Zach had just given to him from his pocket, and gave one of them to Zach.

After receiving the turkey egg, Zach also made a small hole in the fence, then eagerly brought it to his mouth and started sucking it.

Seeing Robert and the pilot named Clint looking expectantly at the turkey eggs in his hands, Wei Ran stretched out his hand and knocked on the handle of the shovel, imitating their example and eating the thick and smelly egg liquid.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! As soon as he swallowed it, Zach had already picked up the shovel to dig up the remaining chicken manure, and Robert and the two of them were emptying the empty space in no particular order.

The eggshells were thrown in.

When Wei Ran also threw the eggshells in, Zach immediately used a shovel to smash the eggshells and put them in the chicken manure.

Until the two became indistinguishable from each other, the shovel returned to Wei Ran's hand.

Without being reminded, he immediately scooped up a shovel of chicken manure and put it into the manure basket. Zach also threw the remaining food scraps to the turkeys.

After Robert and Clint left with the last basket of chicken manure, Zach also waved Wei Ran who had finished his work to leave the chicken pen, walked to a wooden house not far away, and found a corner where he could bask in the sun and sit down.

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Not long after, Robert and Clint also came back one after another and sat next to Zach familiarly.

"Zach, how long until Thanksgiving?"

As Robert spoke, he took out a pack of unopened cigarettes and a pack of matches from his pocket.

"It's only mid-August, and it's still a long time before Thanksgiving." Zach answered as he took the cigarette from the other party.

"So for another three months we get to eat that turkey?"

Clint said as he also took out a pack of unopened cigarettes, tore them open and gave one to Wei Ran.

"Three months here feel like three hundred years."

After Robert lit the cigarette in his mouth, he put the unextinguished matchstick to Zach's mouth. While he was lighting the cigarette, he sighed, "It's just like my great-great-grandfather in the cotton fields of the slave owners in the South."

It was as painful as waiting for President Lincoln to eliminate slavery."

"Back then your great-great-grandfather at least had fried chicken and watermelon to eat."

Clint, a white helicopter pilot, joked while helping Wei Lian light his cigarette, "But look at us, I can't even remember the last time I ate meat."

"A month ago, we caught two snakes mating."

While Robert reminded the other person, he couldn't help but lick his thick, disgusting lips, "But in addition to vegetable soup, there should be tofu today."

"It would be nice if there was Coke." Clint swallowed and said longingly.

"Forget Coke. At least you and Robert still have cigarettes to smoke, and you can take a shower occasionally."

Zach puffed up and said, "Look at Victor and I, except when it rained, the last time we had a proper shower, haircut, and shave was Valentine's Day."

"Why don't you learn from us?"

Robert said proudly, "As long as you write a confession, or even indicate your identity as journalists, you two will be treated as VIPs immediately."

"Robert, Clint."

Zach whispered seriously, "Let me remind you again, if you dare to reveal my and Victor's reporter identities, I will immediately reveal the good things you have done, and I can even guide those who are more difficult.

Find photos of you abusing prisoners of war."

"You've threatened us at least a hundred times."

Clint waved his hand nonchalantly, "Don't worry Zach, we will keep it a secret, but I really don't understand. Is it necessary for you to do this?"

"certainly"

Zach replied seriously, "This is related to the authenticity and objectivity of our reports after leaving the country alive. We are reporters, we are..."
To be continued...