Riding a three-wheeled motorcycle, the three of them headed due east according to the message on the wreckage of the fighter jet. After crossing the sand dunes, they saw from a distance a pile of stones less than two meters high. On the side, there is a broken parachute fixed on the ground floating in the wind.
After parking the three-wheeled motorcycle next to the parachute, which was no different from a rag, the three of them jumped out of the car in no particular order and started digging around the root of the parachute rope.
However, more than half an hour later, the hole dug by the three people was already nearly one meter deep, but the parachute rope seemed to have no end and was still firmly buried in the dry ground. It can't even be pulled under the yellow sand.
“It’s too slow to dig with just your hands.” Weiran shook his fingers, “Carlo, go pick up some useful things near the wreckage of the plane. Even just a piece of iron sheet will be faster than digging with just your hands. It’s much easier to use.”
“Shall I give you the gun?” Carlo said, taking off the submachine gun on his shoulder.
Wei Ran glanced at Harry, who was still digging in the sand, smiled and refused, "Forget it, you can take it with you."
Carlo also glanced at Harry reminded Wei Ran with his eyes without leaving a trace, and then he carried a submachine gun on his back and drove a three-wheeled motorcycle back to the original route.
It wasn't until the car was far away that Harry muttered, "Thank you, thank you for your trust."
"I believe you won't do anything stupid. The most important thing now is It’s about living, isn’t it?”
While Wei Ran was speaking, he also rejoined the excavation process. But no matter what, if the two of them dig up a bucket of sand, at least half of the bucket of sand will slide down the edge. In order to dig deeper, they had to expand the excavation area. Invisibly, the workload also increased a lot.
Fortunately, not long after, Carlo ran back on his three-wheeled motorcycle, bringing back two propeller blades and a large piece of shiny iron sheet polished by sand.
With this little assistance, the excavation progress was greatly improved. He was busy from noon until the sun set again. The wooden paddle in Wei Ran's hand finally penetrated the hard rock under the yellow sand. substance!
Hearing the sound, the three of them stopped together. Wei Ran dropped the paddle in his hand and tried to tug on the still dry parachute rope, and then pulled out an oil drum from under the yellow sand. !
What’s even more unexpected is that in addition to the parachute rope tied to the handle of the oil drum, there is also a steel wire rope as thick as a chopstick!
After all, he had learned how to fly a fixed-wing aircraft at Inta for half a month. Wei Ran could guess at a glance that the wire rope was probably removed from that fighter jet!
Did not dare to pull the wire rope easily. Wei Ran sat down in the middle of the cone-shaped sand pit that had been dug nearly two meters deep. He first shook the 20-liter oil drum lid imitated from the German army in his hand. . After hearing the sound of splashing liquid coming from inside, the faces of the three of them also showed a look of surprise.
"Victor, take it quicklyOpen! " Carlo urged.
Hearing this, Weiran no longer delayed and opened the buckle of the bucket lid, and then the three of them smelled the strong smell of gasoline.
"Why is it gasoline? "Carlo sat down on the sand in disappointment.
"No, it's not gasoline."
Weiran surprisingly gave another answer, "It's just that this oil barrel is filled with water. It’s just that it wasn’t washed before, you see! "
As he spoke, Wei Ran poured some liquid from the bucket into his hand. Under the last ray of light provided by the setting sun, although the surface of this small handful of water reflected a layer of oily sheen, it was It’s indeed water!
“But this little water is not enough for the seven of us to drink,” Carlo said with a frown.
“It’s really not enough for the seven of us to drink.”
Wei Ran poured the little water in his hand back into the oil barrel, closed the lid and said, "But this barrel of water is enough to fill the water tank of the truck, allowing Panetong and the others to drive the truck over. "
As he spoke, Wei Ran flicked the tight rusty steel wire rope, "It can't have a British teapot tied to the other end, right? "
Carlo was not stupid, and instantly understood what Wei Ran meant, "You mean there is a well on the other side? "
"Then we can only find out after Panetong and the others come over and help dig together."
Wei Ran flicked the wire rope again, "This is because the rope is so tight. With just the three of us, it might take a long time to dig it out. "
"The three of us go back together? ”
Carlo looked at Wei Ran and Harry in a dilemma. It was not appropriate for either of them to take anyone away. If only Wei Ran was taken away, it was difficult to guarantee that Harry would not run away in a panic. Or maybe dig out the thing on the other end of the wire rope before they come back, and then do some damage and just take Harry away. Not only do you have to be wary of him along the way, but it will be even more dangerous if the tricycle is taken away. At that time, it will be difficult for even Panetong and others who are left behind to survive.
“Carlo, are you sure you can go back by yourself? "
Weiran provided a fourth option, "If you are confident of going back by yourself and equally confident of bringing them back, Harry and I will stay here waiting for you. ”
“At least it’s not a big problem to return to the stone mountain where we rested last night. Carlo said confidently, "I've always remembered the road, but..."
"That three-wheeled motorcycle has three people on it and so many things, so it can't go fast at all." "
Wei Ran didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking before continuing, "If you are sure that you can go back alone with this bucket of water, this is the fastest way. "
"Or..."
"I slept in the car in the morning." Wei Ran blocked the other party's thoughts again, "How can I even run back to last night?" I don’t even know where to rest. "
Carlo exhaled heavily after hearing this, "Then I'll set off now! Try to get back before noon tomorrow. ”
Now that the other party has made a decisionAfter deciding, Wei Ran stopped talking nonsense, took out the pliers from the tool box of the three-wheeled motorcycle, and cut the wire rope connected to the oil drum.
When he put the oil drum filled with fresh water onto Carlo's three-wheeled motorcycle, which was already started, the latter also took Harry with him, unloading the canvas tent and some food and drink in the cargo compartment. We came down with only the bucket of fresh water, most of the bucket of fuel and two bottles of thirst-quenching wine.
Watching Carlo disappear behind the sand dunes on his tricycle, Wei Ran and the prisoner Harry looked at each other, and then each sat on a wooden box.
"After you find enough fresh water, you, no, what are you going to do with me?" Harry asked rather uneasily.
"At least I won't send you to a German concentration camp."
Wei Ran opened a bottle of red wine, took a big gulp into his mouth and handed it to the other party, "Of course. I don’t care about these things. Among us, the one with the highest military rank is Carlo. Your question may ultimately be decided by him.”
“It’s a really inexplicable war”< /p>
Harry took the red wine and took a sip, murmuring to himself, "Whether it's you or Carlo, or even that German guy Per, you are all different from the Fasius depicted in the newspapers. If there hadn't been this war, we might have become very good friends."
"We can continue to be friends after the war is over." Wei Ran paused and added, "Of course, that is. We can all survive the war."
Harry smiled and returned the red wine bottle to Wei Ran, "If we are all still alive after the war is over, you can come to my house and have a taste. The Scotch whiskey brewed in my wine cellar is definitely much better than this French red wine."
"Are you Scottish?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"Of course!"
Harry said with some pride, "My family is on the edge of Loch Ness. I run a not-so-big brewery, which is equally as big as It’s quite a big silverware workshop. Using a silver jug made by me and filling it with our home-brew whiskey is the best gift for my friends.”
“The Loch Ness? Loch Ness?" Wei Ran asked curiously. When he was a child, there were many legends about the Loch Ness monster in various street literature and toilet books.
“You know all this?” Harry looked at Wei Ran in surprise, “What else do you know?”
“I also know that men in Scotland wear plaid skirts.”
"Haha! You are right, it is indeed the case! Scottish men do wear plaid skirts"
Harry smiled and confirmed Wei Ran's knowledge, " But I have never seen the Loch Ness Monster, although there is indeed such a legend in our local area. After the war is over, you may be able to go to Loch Ness and see it yourself."
"If I have the chance, I will. I'll go." Wei Ran agreed vaguely.
On the other hand, Harry made it very seriouslyHe promised, "I will give you a silver flagon filled with whiskey when the time comes."
"I hope we can all live until the end of the war!" Wei Ran sat up after saying that, "Okay, before it gets completely dark, let's put up the tent first, and then Let's get some food."
"I've been hungry for a long time."
Harry got up quickly after hearing this, "The canned food in Italy is much better than the canned food in England. You actually called this thing Mussolini’s butt.”
While the two of them were setting up a tent in the sand pit and raising a campfire to prepare dinner, Carlo had already increased the speed of his tricycle. Highest.
As Weiran said before, without the extra weight, the three-wheeled motorcycle was much faster than when he came. When he rushed back to the short mountain where he camped last night At that time, the time was only about 12 o'clock in the evening.
Finding the place where he rested last night, he re-ignited the sand mixed with fuel. Carlo rested briefly for more than an hour to warm up his body, then climbed up the short mountain and waited quietly. The gunfire that pointed the way for him.
Soon after, an imperceptible fire exploded in the night sky at the end of the field of vision. Upon seeing this, Carlo immediately ran down the short hill, followed the direction of the fire, and drove his three-wheeled motorcycle towards the road. passed.
At four o'clock in the morning, when the fire lit up again in the night sky, he could even vaguely hear the sound of anti-aircraft guns firing.