In the room behind the icon of the church, Wei Yan used a Dutch pot to cook a large army stew for Timov and the unconscious Buck, which was full of ingredients and had a strong German flavor.

Perhaps because of the temptation of the fragrance, Buck, who had been carried to the bed by Wei Ran and Timov, also woke up.

Seeing this strong man with most of his butt exposed, he was about to pull out a gun subconsciously. Timov quickly gave the order to stop in English, and then placed a large stew in a protective case of an American oil stove, plus a few more

He handed a piece of bread to the other party, and at the same time, he did not forget to explain the current situation in detail.

Helping Buck recover the memory he had lost due to coma, the strong man turned his head to look at his gauze-wrapped butt, and then with difficulty he looked up at Wei Ran sitting at the table, with a trace of

the hostility asked in English,

"Are you a doctor?"

"Veterinarian" Wei Ran said deliberately.

"ha!"

Buck unbuttoned his collar and lay on the bed, using a spoon to put food into his mouth in big mouthfuls. He said vaguely, "Your skills are pretty good. I can barely be considered a veterinarian. All the animals on my farm are..."

I castrated and sewed it up with my own hands. To tell you the truth, those things..."

"Those things are really big, aren't they?" Wei Ran said the words the other party was about to say before he could.

"Now I believe it, you are indeed a veterinarian." Buck said seriously.

"Why do I feel like you said this today?" Timov looked at Buck suspiciously.

"I said this this morning when I was helping medic Orlando sew up the wounds of an unfortunate man with shrapnel in his butt."

Buck said in frustration with a disgusted expression on his face, "I didn't expect that only half a day later, my butt was also hit, and I said the same thing again."

"I don't know if the next time you say this, some unlucky person will be hit in the butt."

While Timov was teasing Buck, he walked barefoot to the table and sat down. He picked up the stew that was also contained in the protective shell of the oil stove and took a big mouthful of it. Then he sighed intoxicatedly, "

This tastes great, Victor, it seems you are really the chef here."

"This is delicious, don't you think you can eat anymore?" Wei Ran quickly waved his hand after saying that, "Of course, this is just casual conversation at the dinner table, you don't have to answer."

"Victor, you definitely don't know."

Buck struggled to crawl to the edge of the bed, placed the small aluminum tube with food in his hand on the floor, and whispered with a serious face, "We have actually caught your round-headed mustache a long time ago.

"

"Do you think I will believe it?" Wei Ran asked, dumbfounded.

"real"

Buck poked a piece of fat and thin pork from the tube with his fork and stuffed it into his mouth. While chewing, he said vaguely, "We locked him in the Hershey Company's production workshop, working 24 hours a day and night.

He poops on the production line, and Hershey Company will turn his poop into compressed biscuits. In the past month, all we have been eating are those things.”

"Hard and unpalatable shit," Timov added vaguely as he shoveled the stew into his mouth.

"If you want to try it, I think I still have it here. It broke into pieces all the way around."

As he spoke, Buck put his hand into his arms, fumbled around, took out a piece of compressed biscuit that had not yet been opened and shook it towards Wei Ran.

"Forget it, I'm not interested, you can keep it for yourself." Wei Ran didn't even have the intention to get up, and directly waved the spoon in his hand.

Seeing this, Buck directly threw the compressed biscuit in his hand into the box under the bed, picked up the small tube on the floor again, and took big mouthfuls of the steaming stew.

"Can you give me another one?" Timov, who finished the food first, asked Wei Ran, who was sitting opposite.

"Do it yourself." Wei Ran raised his chin towards the Dutch pot placed in the center of the table.

"Thanks!"

Timov, who had no sense of being a prisoner at all, immediately picked up the wooden spoon in the pot and filled half a tube of stew for himself.

Two slices of buttered bread were placed on the lid of the cast iron pot.

"You seem to have a lot of supplies?" Timov asked without leaving a trace after adding an extra tablespoon of stew to Buck.

"I used to be the quartermaster's assistant. When I escaped here, I secretly brought a few boxes of cans and some flour."

Wei Ran also calmly attributed the abundant reserves on the dining table to his own personal behavior.

"Guards, cooks, conjurers, and quartermasters?" Timov looked at Wei Ran and said pointedly, "Victor, you have so many roles."

"If you want to survive in a place like this, everyone has to wear multiple hats."

Wei Ran finally raised his head when he said this, "Okay, let's take Captain Mofu and let's test each other out, right? After dinner, someone will explain the current situation to you. Before that, you can just take it from me.

Whatever you ask may be false.”

"OK! No problem!" Timov promised happily, "I will pay attention."

Before Wei Ran could say anything, there was a knock on the door behind him. Seeing this, he immediately put down his spoon, stood up and opened the wooden door nailed with several layers of canvas.

Outside the door, Sophie and Qi Qi, wearing German woolen coats, stood one meter away from the door frame. Next to the door, Horst and Okan also stood holding submachine guns.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked, looking at the two girls opposite.

"There are some things I need to discuss with you." When Sophie said this, she also pointed to Wei Ran's room.

"Wait a minute," Wei Ran said, turned back to the room, picked up the woolen coat and outer belt hanging on the wall, and followed the two girls into the freezing rain.

Behind him, Host and Okan were also standing outside the door, blatantly pointing the muzzles of their submachine guns at the two trembling and somewhat bewildered American prisoners in the room.

Under the leadership of Sophie, Wei Ran followed the two of them across the stone bridge and reeds again, and got into the flood hole where many valuable items were hidden.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! It was not until she saw the luxurious antique carriage again that Sophie lit the matchmaker lamp and said, "Brother Victor, we want to discuss it with you.

, what to do with those two Americans."

Hearing this, Wei Ran was not in a hurry to express his attitude. He just pulled over an antique chair and sat down. He took out his cigarette case and scattered cigarettes for Qi Qi and Sophie who were sitting at the front of the carriage, while he kicked the question back.

, "Why don't you tell me what you think first?"

"My mother, Nadia's brother, and the church were all killed by bombs dropped by American planes."

Qiqi was the first to say it. There was no anger, no hatred, and no grievance in her tone, only an almost solid numbness.

Sighing softly, Sophie sat down next to Qi Qi, took out a lighter and lit the cigarette in her hand.

In the swirling light blue smoke, Sophie sighed and said, "But if we kill those two Americans who are obviously not pilots for revenge, what is the difference between us and the Nazis who want us?"

"Yeah..." Qiqi suddenly burst into tears, rubbed her face hard and murmured, "But my mother is dead, my mother is dead!"

Looking at each other, Sophie shook her head slightly, pulled out a small PPK pistol with a pink wooden handle patch from the holster at her waist, loaded the bullet with a "click", and then fired it on Wei Ran's hand.

While watching, he forced the pistol into Qiqi's hand.

"You decide for yourself. No one is forcing you, and there will be no reason to stop you from taking revenge."

Sophie took a step back, stood beside Wei Ran and continued, "Even if you kill those two Americans, I can guarantee that no one will blame you in the future. Qiqi, no matter what decision you make,

We all support you."

"That's right"

Seeing Qiqi looking at him, Wei Ran nodded happily, "Sophie is right. Also, if you want them to die quickly, you can shoot them in the back of the head. If you want them to die more painfully,

, you can hit them in the stomach or lungs."

While talking, Wei

Ran also marked some specific locations on his body.

"You..." Qiqi looked at Sophie and Wei Ran at a loss. Then, as if she was frightened, she put the gun in her hand on the couch of the carriage in a panic.

"you are my friend"

Sophie said matter-of-factly, "I have known you longer than I have known that little loser Dominic, and if it weren't for you, I would have been wanted. So no matter what you do, as a good friend, I will

Support you."

Having said this, Sophie took a deep breath, took a step forward, picked up the pistol on the carriage, "It's okay, Qiqi, if you don't dare to do it, I can kill them for you."

After saying that, Sophie was already walking towards the entrance of the cave with her gun in hand.

"Wait a minute!" Qiqi grabbed Sophie, "Don't want me...I didn't say I wanted to kill them."

Hearing this, Sophie, who had her back turned to Qiqi, secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and then asked seriously, "But, they are indeed Americans, and they are indeed invading us now..."

"No more, no more."

Qiqi shook her head repeatedly, "As you said, if we have to rely on killing two Americans who are not murderers to complete our revenge, then what is the difference between us and the Nazis who want us?"

"Huh——! It's okay! I was almost going to kill someone."

Sophie finally took a long breath, wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, threw away the small pistol in her hand with no bullets in her hand happily, turned around and hugged the tearful Qiqi, and compared this

The girl who was a head shorter than her hugged her into his arms.

Waiting patiently for the two young girls to calm down and sit down again, Wei Ran crushed the cigarette that he had not smoked twice and asked, "So what are you going to do with those two Americans next?"

This time, Qiqi set her sights on Sophie.

"do not forget"

Sophie responded to Qiqi and Wei Ran with firm eyes, "We are members of the White Rose Organization, and we always have to do something for peace. And I think these two Americans may be an opportunity for us."
To be continued...