Facing the side of Aka Hospital, in a scrapped armored vehicle in poor conditions, Wei Yan used the sunshine from above to untie the gauze on the bat's shoulder, and pushed the remaining medicine of Ma Fei into his body. After the medicine took effect,

The work of debridement and suturing began immediately.

This job is really easy for him and is not difficult at all.

However, when he re-wrapped the wound, Arabic shouts rang out from all directions in the refugee camp - asking the surviving refugees to go out and surrender, otherwise they would be treated like terrorists!

"These magical silks, these nuggets! Are they going to kill everyone here?!" Bat muttered helplessly, suppressing his anger.

"It's already dawn," Wei Ran muttered in confusion.

"They won't come out, right?" Bat asked worriedly, "I mean those children..."

"I gonna go see"

Wei Ran fixed the bandage as he spoke, hunched over and left the scrapped armored vehicle, walked towards the dilapidated car, unhooked his belt and leaned against the car body in a peeing position, and at the same time whispered, "No matter what's going on outside,

What do you say, don’t come out.”

"good"

A small response came from under the manhole cover, which was weighed down by broken bricks and covered with dust.

After peeing on the tires, Wei Ran walked back to the scrapped armored vehicle while wearing his belt.

"Want to talk about something?"

Sitting in the carriage, Wei Ran tried to start a topic while replacing the half-frame camera in his hand with the last piece of film that was on his body, both inside and outside.

"What are you talking about?" Bat, who was guarding the machine gun tower, asked casually, not paying attention to Wei Ran, who stood up and leaned his upper body out of the carriage and pressed the shutter towards him.

"Anything, like your family." Wei Ran asked hard-heartedly, "They..."

"Uncle Um and his wife are my last family members."

Bat said calmly, "My wife is also dead, and our children haven't had time to see the world yet."

"Have you also obtained French nationality?" Wei Ran asked, sitting on the roof of the armored vehicle with his hands on his hands and lighting a cigarette.

"certainly"

Bat smiled, and then said regretfully, "I originally planned to take Uncle Um's family and my wife to Corsica. I bought a big two-story house there, and

Bought two Citroen cars.

Moreover, the house bought by the hot-air balloon is next door, and not far away is the place where Napoleon was born. If we move there, we can live very well."

As if knowing what Wei Ran wanted to ask, Bat raised his head and looked at the sky, "But Uncle Wumu didn't want to leave at all. He said his dream was to drive away the Shisekai people and regain the land, or to die fighting as an 8th solution warrior."

.No matter which one, it is an honor for him."

"He achieved his dream"

"yes"

Bat also lit a cigarette, "It's just a pity. If he could realize another dream, he would definitely not have any regrets."

"Definitely," Wei Ran replied almost firmly.

"Do you have all the negatives of the photos taken by the hot air balloon?" Bat asked, changing the subject.

"Yes, most of them are here with me."

Wei Ran said, slightly raising his chin towards Hanwad's hiding place, "The camera he seized is in Hanwad's hands. Maybe he also took some photos."

"I have a friend with the hot air balloon." Bat paused, "His name is Alan Varta."

"He is also..."

"He is in Beirut, but he is not in a refugee camp."

Bat said thankfully, "Mr. Varta is mainly stationed in the Falangist or Chair-breaking camp. The reason why the hot air balloon and I can freely shuttle between the Falangist and the territory surrounded by them is also thanks to his help."

"What do you want to say?" Wei Ran asked.

"If we have a chance to get out of here alive, no matter who it is, no matter me or you, or Hanward or Dalal.

Whoever leaves the refugee camp alive must give the photos of the massacre you took to Mr. Varta.

He is a fair and just man, and he will expose everything that happens here through newspapers and television."

Bat said, waving away the flies around him with the hand holding the cigarette, "His code name is Fly, a fly that looks for carrion and dog feces."

"Where is he?" Wei Ran asked.

“Right on the pier”

The bat replied, "Edelweiss and the children are also there. If you find Edelweiss, you can find Mr. Walter."

"Mr. Varta is also a Burroughs..."

"no, he is not."

Bat shook his head, "He is a Dutchman, a Dutchman who settled in France... more precisely, he is a Dutchman who settled in France... a Dutchman."

As if he was afraid that Wei Ran would misunderstand, Bat quickly added, "Although he is a wart, he is not a cripple. He is an orphan who survived the Nazi concentration camp during World War II."

During the chat about Mr. Varta, the sky gradually brightened up completely. As the sun rose higher and higher, the gunshots in the refugee camp became increasingly sparse. However, the smell of corpses became stronger and stronger as the temperature rose, and

There are more and more flies.

"Why are you still here guarding me?"

Just as Wei Ran lit another cigarette, a passing armored vehicle also stopped, and the militiaman sitting in the vehicle who was responsible for calling the refugees to come out and surrender with a loudspeaker also asked strangely.

Their armored vehicle had passed by here more than once, so it naturally had an impression of these two people.

"We made a few mistakes last night"

Wei Ranqiang braced himself and yawned and said, "Captain Arthur punished us with staring at Aka Hospital with machine guns."

"Although I don't know who your captain is, you can go and rest. Our work is over."

After the militiaman finished speaking, he continued to raise his loudspeaker and ordered the refugees to leave the hiding place in a harsh tone. The armored vehicle under his butt also started running again.

Raising the camera again, Wei Ran waved away more and more flies around him, and then clicked the shutter towards the armored vehicle and the wreckage of the car less than three meters away.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Although it was cleaned and buried all night, the car blocking the manhole cover not far away and the smelly bodies of the landlord and his wife inside still had not had time to be cleaned.

It was precisely because of the stench of corpses that permeated the car's cabin that it attracted flies that could be described as "blocking out the sky."

Perhaps because their numbers increase their courage, these flies not only bite dead people, but even live people.

Not to mention anything else, Wei Ran and Bat had to wave their hands to drive away the flies scattered on their bodies again and again, otherwise it would only take a short while to feel the stinging pain on their skin.

As the armored vehicle's horn shouted again and again, a small number of survivors gradually appeared around.

Upon seeing this, Wei Ran raised his camera again, like an unattended bystander, and pressed the half-frame camera again and again toward the refugees who had survived, holding their hands high, and walking out fearfully.

of shutter.

With the shouts of loudspeakers everywhere and the sound of gunshots from time to time, more and more surviving refugees surrendered, but only relatively more.

If compared with the refugees who have been killed, I am afraid that the survivors are not enough to cover a street - like those who were killed.

After waiting patiently for almost another hour, around 10:30 that morning, the Falangist militiamen began to retreat one after another with large and small bags of loot.

At the same time, a group of heavily armed soldiers officially entered the refugee camp and took on the task of "maintaining law and order."

"Look, that's Mr. Varta's interview car."

Just as Wei Ran was wary of the chair-cracked soldiers, Bat weakly pointed at a Volkswagen T3 van that drove in in front of the chair-cracked soldiers' queue.

The van was painted entirely in shit yellow, with an oversized red-headed fly, a cedar logo of the same size, and a slightly larger rogue star logo painted on the body.

At the top of this row of three signs, the words "Freelance Journalist Alain Varta" are written in French, Arabic and Hebrew in conspicuous sky blue paint with white borders.

This taste...

Wei Ran twitched his lips, the color of the car body and the unique logo were just like a piece of hot shit from a four-wheel drive...

"Varta's taste seems..."

"Remember to give him all the films," Bat mustered up his strength to say, and at the same time gave Wei Ran a gentle push.

"Hey! You..." Before Wei Ran could finish his words, everything in front of him was replaced by intense white light.

But this time, the white light disappeared as quickly as it came. By the time he reacted, he was already sitting in the cab of a car.

"parking!"

Before he could see clearly what was happening outside the car, he heard Edelweiss's anxious shouting very close at hand!

"Crunch!"

Wei Ran subconsciously stopped the still-moving car with his foot, and then he noticed that he seemed to be sitting in the cab of that... Volkswagen T3 van! He subconsciously turned his head, and Edelweiss was in the passenger seat.

Sit in the driving position!

Glancing at myself, I saw that my lower body was in jeans and moral training shoes, and my upper body was in a thin sweater and a director's vest with many pockets. However, my head was still wrapped in an Arab kerchief, and even my hands were still covered in scarves.

Bring Edelweiss in exchange for your prisoner of war watch.

The co-pilot's Edelweiss was dressed similarly to herself. On her slender wrist, she also wore the Soviet watch she had seized before. The only difference was that she had a women's sun hat on her head.
To be continued...