But the union will break free from the chains that he enslaved us!

I climbed up the towering peaks and looked down at everything on the surface.

I saw the people of the whole world. The trade union would tear the sucking silk to pieces, and the trade union would tear the sucking silk to pieces.

The soldiers were knocked down, the ships were sunk, and the Soviet army crossed the Don River to continue fighting.

London is ruins, Paris is entangled with chains. People, what are we waiting for? People, what are we waiting for?

I am very grateful to the brave Soviet and Chinese veterans, as well as the allies around the world.

Thank you to the British warriors, the US military will strongly support you.

We worked together to tear the Fasting silk into pieces, and we worked together to tear the Fasting silk into pieces...

As the girls chorus were singing, the crew members around and soldiers from afar also gathered around and started a chorus of howling.

Seeing this, Wei Ran simply took out the blues harmonica from the metal notebook and started accompaniment with the guitar.

As the melody was over and over again, more and more people were singing the chorus. By the end, everyone around who knew and did not know raised their glasses and cheered.

"I didn't expect you to play the harmonica?" said the honest man Ryan while returning the beer to Wei Ran.

"When I was in Guam, a black... my best friend taught me." Wei Ran touched the other party with beer.

"This is yours"

Just at this moment, Brad handed Wei Ran two photos full of signatures, "Victor, please take more photos for everyone... While everyone is still alive."

"certainly"

Wei Ran also ran into the other party with a beer, then raised the camera hanging around his neck and pressed the shutter again and again at everyone he knew and the people he didn't know.

Regarding life and death, Wei Ran did not want to have meaningless discussions with these American soldiers.

Even just from their own experience, the bombing missions involved in Saipan and these American soldiers who have no worries about food and drink are really safe as if they are in heaven.

Even so, death still lingers on everyone's heads.

Before the war is completely over, no one knows whether they will be shot down or die of forced landings. Most of them have no relatively accurate predictions about when the war will end.

“It’s much safer here than the European battlefield”

When Brad was changing the film, he handed over a plate of barbecue steak.

"Indeed," Wei Ran nodded, "It's much safer than the Battle of Guam."

"I'm going back at the end of the month," Brad said suddenly, "the end of this month."

"Go back to the United States?" Wei Ran poked the meat steak and bit it and asked.

"U.K"

Brad replied, "I plan to go to England to wait for my girlfriend if she is still alive."

"She will survive"

"I might even join the war," Brad said in his vision, "I mean it's on the European battlefield, I hope I can catch up."

"Aren't you worried about Grant?"

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "He has so many friends, my worries are unnecessary, and my lucky gold coins have been given to him."

"Is that thing really useful?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"At least after a forced landing and survival, it can be used as a ransom."

Brad spread his hands, "I used to expect it to bless us, but obviously it can't."

"Well, are you going to return to Europe as a bomber?" Wei Ran asked at the end.

“I plan to be in the name of a photographer this time”

Brad shook the camera around his neck, "Like the assumption you made that day, I think Grant's idea can be tried, I'll try to record everything in the war with the camera."

"After the war is over, you may be a journalist or photographer."

"Forget it, I don't have any interest in this profession."

Brad waved his hand and poked a piece of meat steak and took a bite, "The people I wanted to photograph were either dead or had already slept with someone else.

I haven't photographed those people yet, and I don't want to see them in the future. So after the war, I will definitely not be a photographer or reporter."

"So what are you going to do after the war is over?" Wei Ran asked with interest.

"Build my father's pawn shop"

Brad paused, changed the subject and said, "Before I come...my father passed away."

"What did you say?" Wei Ran looked at Brad, then subconsciously turned his head to look at Grant not far away.

"He doesn't know about this yet."

Brad shook his head, "I originally wanted to tell him, but... I'd better wait for the war to end."

"I will keep it confidential for you," Wei Ran sighed.

"Thanks"

Brad sighed and changed the topic and said, "The photos taken by the aviation camera may have to wait until the war is over before we can give them to us. Victor, after the war is over, you are welcome to find me in Philadelphia."

"I will go," Wei Ran made a serious promise.

"As long as it's not in the name of the bomber," Brad joked.

"Unless the United States launches a war of aggression," Wei Ran also joked, hiding the other party's unawareness.

"I don't want that day," Brad smiled, picked up the beer and handed it to Wei Ran.

"I hope one day I can go to Philadelphia in the name of a bomber..." Wei Ran muttered regretfully in his heart.

The following evening, Wei Ran held up a camera equipped with a flash and continued to press the shutter again and again, recording the rare ease and joy at the edge of the battlefield. At the end of the party, he took a full photo of the two crews gathered together.

There was indeed no bombing mission in the next two days. Wei Ran was busy, and washed all the photos taken at the party and the photos taken during the bombing of Osaka into negatives. He also borrowed the darkroom of the Laojun Club to wash the last big photo of the party into photos and gave them to all members of the two crews - including himself.

Time froze into the evening of March 17, Wei Ran and Brad boarded the White Whale bomber again and followed the crew to Kobe.

This time, he also got a streamer that acts as a lucky charm.

This time, Brad was the job of the bomber, and he once again sat in the gunner position at the rear of the bomb bay and operated the aerial camera with a new film.

This time, Anthony is the one who acted as the tail gunner.

Of course, this time, the crew once again tacitly brought a small bottle of seasonings, and he threw the seasonings along with the cluster incendiary bombs, and also pressed the remote-controlled shutter of the aviation camera.

But this time, good luck accidentally avoided them.

Almost as the bomb bay was closed, Wei Ran also noticed the anti-aircraft gun smoke ball that exploded outside the porthole. Immediately afterwards, he heard the sound of airflow from the cabin's pressure relief, and also heard the screams of gunner Anthony in the internal communication.

"Anthony, how is the situation?" Captain Tom asked immediately, but Anthony did not respond at all.

"I'll go and have a look"

After Wei Ran finished speaking, he immediately took off his headphones and oxygen mask, unbuttoned his seat belt and ran to the tail turret.

As he climbed over, he clearly saw the damage from the skin. He suppressed his anxiety and climbed to the tail of the machine. The wind was even stronger here, but Anthony lay on the machine gun remote control table and there was no movement.

"Anthony?!"

Wei Ran shouted the other party's name at the top of his voice, and at the same time he struggled to help the other party up.

But just a glance, he stopped the movement in his hand.

The shrapnel penetrated the bulkhead of the turret and penetrated into Anthony's abdomen. He was dead, but in his hand, he held the photo with everyone's signature. No one knew what he was thinking before he died.

Silently raised the camera and took a photo of the other party. Wei Ran returned to the same road and started to get colder, and even the burnt smell had been blown away. After sitting back, he put on a seat belt, and then put on an oxygen mask and headphones.

"Anthony was killed," Wei Ran said briefly, "The cabin was damaged, but it was not serious. How are you doing?"

"We're okay, are you injured?" Brad asked.

"I'm fine"

Wei Ran said, taking out the sailor bag from the metal notebook, pulling out the blanket inside and wrapping it around.
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