On the evening of March 13, 1945, Wei Ran drove alone to the unit of the White Whale as he estimated the time.

At this time, Brad was holding up the Kodak tank camera and taking a group photo of the crew that lacked bomb droppers.

"Let me take a photo"

Wei Ran raised his camera and said, "Brad, I mean, home run, you should stand with them."

"Thanks"

Brad did not refuse, and stood in the crew with great calmness, allowing Wei Ran to press the shutter towards them.

"Who is the gunner today?" Wei Ran asked with his camera away.

"I, it's my turn today." said the young gunner Val, "it's my turn long ago."

"Victor, are you going to be a bomber today?" Brad asked suddenly, "Let them see your talent."

"Of course, this is my honor." Wei Ran said with a smile.

"What are you waiting for? The bomb thrower, come and take a photo with us."

Captain Tom greeted enthusiastically, then shouted at a member of the crew next door, holding the camera that Brad handed over to take a group photo of them.

"Let this French who is entrusted with food and protect you again," said Grant, taking off the gold coins from his neck and handing them to Brad.

"Leave it to you, I said, I don't need him anymore."

Brad, who had not returned to the wooden house during the day, seemed to have become much more free and easy. He simply refused the gold coins handed over by Grant, and then helped Wei Ran put the aviation camera into the stand in the bomb bay.

At the same time, Wei Ran held up his camera and pointed it at the gunner of the bombing mission Val, and the cluster incendiary bomb he used as a postcard.

"Say hello to you guys in place of Roger Oliver."

"Are you leaving any greetings?"

Deputy Captain Paul said, as last time, he handed Wei Ran a streamer that acted as a lucky charm and a piece of chalk.

"certainly"

Wei Ran took the chalk and wrote his blessing on a cluster incendiary bomb in Japanese, English and traditional Chinese characters, "Osaka BBQ, delicious, cheap, and varied."

"Victor, you should be a chef." Deputy Captain Paul joked as he looked at the English message on the cluster incendiary bomb, "Also, do you know Japanese?"

"I am a reporter," Wei Ran replied naturally, just as a reporter must know more languages.

"You're a bomb thrower from now on."

Paul and Wei Ran fists, "Let's see your bomb drop skills. Brad told us last night that you are very talented in being a bomb dropper."

"And I've never seen any bomb thrower throwing bombs with hot sauce," Grant also joked.

"Perhaps we should use hot sauce as our bomb drop feature, at least until the war is over."

As he said that, the mechanic Philip had already pulled out a bottle of Tabasgow hot sauce from his pocket.

"It seems we have thought of it together"

Navigator Bill said, and also took out a small bottle from his arms. He prepared a bottle of McCormick (Mc) pepper.

“So we are the same unit”

Before he finished speaking, the radio telegrapher Jonathan also took out a small bottle from his pocket, "I also prepared Mc's seasoning powder, but I prefer cinnamon."

"I'm from Texas, so what I prepared was red peppers, of course, Mc's seasoning." As he said that, Captain Tom also took out a small glass bottle from his arms.

"Do you think I'm not prepared?"

The deputy captain Paul proudly took out a cardboard box from his pocket: "I prepared a box of marshmallows. Don't you bake marshmallows to eat?"

"I prefer cheese," said Val, the rotating gunner, as he took out a bag of cheese, "This was what I got after bribing those niggers."

"So we are going to Osaka to attend a barbecue party this time?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"Osaka BBQ of course!"

The mechanic Philip said, and had handed the seasoning he had prepared to Brad, followed closely behind, and the rest also handed some seasonings they prepared to Brad, who had a ghost-like expression on his face.

"Home run, your task is to take pictures, you are not allowed to steal."

Gunner Anthony said, and actually gave him a can of beer, "How can BBQ not have beer?"

"Okay, we have enough loads."

Captain Tom clapped his hands, "It's almost time. Everyone hurry up and board the plane. We're going to rush to the kitchen in Osaka."

"Moby Dick!" Gunner Val cheered.

"Moby Dick!"

The others also cheered in unison, and after each of them, they either fists or hugged, they boarded the White Whale bomber one after another after the cluster incendiary bombs that were already full of blessings.

After a slightly long wait, it wasn't until the sky almost darkened that the White Whale's turn to take off.

Before the flight was stable, the deputy captain Paul asked in the internal communication, "Wal, how is the situation?"

"Everything is OK" replied Val of the tail turret.

"Brad"

"Everything is OK"

Brad responded, "I'm taking pictures of those seasonings in the kitchen, Victor, I suddenly understand your bad taste, which makes this bombing much more interesting."

"Mr. Donny, please note that we are attending Osaka BBQ." Wei Ran's serious response immediately made the internal communication burst into laughter.

"Gentlemen, our bomber is not nicknamed yet, that's not OK."

Wireless telegrapher Jonathan reminded, “Victor needs a nickname, just like a pirate captain must wear a black eye mask, which is a very important thing.”

"Victor, you must have a nickname when you were in Guam, right?" Brad asked.

"have"

Wei Ran replied reluctantly, "I was a medical soldier at that time, and my nickname was a veterinarian."

"It seems you saved a lot of people," said Captain Tom.

"I at least sawed off a lot of arms and legs"

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! "Obviously, the nickname of veterinarian is not suitable for the party we will attend next."

"We need to give the bomber a loud nickname, at least not worse than the veterinarians in the medical soldiers."

"Do you have to have a nickname?"

Wei Ran asked laughed and cried, but found that the "Yijiren" ignored him at all. Instead, he began to discuss what kind of nickname he should give him.

Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't say anything more. He could see that this experienced crew was diverting the attention of the tail gunner Val.

He even remembered that Val and Roger, the previous bomb thrower, were very good friends.

“So vote!”

Just halfway through the voyage, these musicians finally figured out a few nicknames.

"Michelin chef, who agrees?" Philip asked, then he received booing from everyone, including Wei Ran.

"I think Hephaestus is better," suggested the mechanic Philip.

"That's a cripple," said the radio telegrapher Jonathan, and once again, everyone rejected Wei Ran's quite satisfied nickname with booing and laughter.

"So it's better to call him Langson," said the navigator Bill. "Ronson lighter, or zippo, isn't that good, Victor, which one do you like?"

"I..."

"Victor is not a tank"

Deputy Captain Paul's veto once again attracted laughter and booing at Bill's proposal.

"How about calling him flint?" Brad also made his suggestion.

"What's the difference between it and a lighter?" Navigator Bill joked.

"Or you can call him a flamethrower," Captain Tom joked.

"Why don't we just use the incendiary bomb as his nickname?"

Val in the tail turret asked, "Victor probably won't have the chance to participate in this arson operation again in the future... Oh—! Friends, what about the arsonist?"

"This sounds like a villain's nickname is good, at least much better than a firebomb or a lighter!" Brad immediately expressed his support.

"The arsonist is really good"

Wireless telegrapher Jonathan also expressed his opinion, "Victor, what do you think?"

"I don't think it's so good," Wei Ran said angrily, but found that there seemed to be no voices from himself or others in the headphones.

"Victor agreed by default"

Wireless telegrapher Jonathan said gloatingly, and Wei Ran also realized that he had been manually shut up by the other party!

"So that's the case, our bombers have a new nickname from now on"

Captain Tom paused and shouted "arsonist" with the people around him.
To be continued...