Hurrying back to the camp smoothly, Carlo, who returned alone, made Panetong and Pell who stayed behind, as well as the two wounded men who had already woken up, all frowned.
"Carlo, where is Victor? And where is the British guy?" Panetong asked nervously.
"Don't worry, they are fine." Carlo turned off the three-wheeled motorcycle that had been running all night and briefly described what they had discovered before.
While telling the story, Carlo had also poured the barrel of precious fresh water with a strong smell of gasoline into the fuel tank. Panetong and German journalist Pell, who were listening to the story, also worked together to lift the anti-aircraft gun into the compartment of the truck.
“When will we set off?” Panetong was already preparing to start the three-wheeled motorcycle as he spoke.
“Don’t worry yet”
Carlo stopped Panetong and Pell, “We have to try to lighten the load on the truck, after all, we don’t have much fuel. "
"The anti-aircraft guns cannot be left behind," German reporter Per said without hesitation. "If you encounter the Germans again, that anti-aircraft guns are our only weapon. You may choose to surrender to the British, but I won't."
Carlo patted his sand-covered forehead, "Okay, okay, I'll bring the anti-aircraft guns, but what about the accompanying ammunition? Do you think you can use up so many shells alive? ?"
Reporter Pell opened his mouth and said in a sullen voice, "Two boxes, at least take away two boxes of ammunition."
"It's up to you."
< p> Carlo was too lazy to argue with the other party. He turned to Panetong and said, "Leave two boxes of ammunition for Pell, enough to kill us all. Empty the rest of the shells, leaving only the ammunition boxes. Those that we don't have fuel for." If there are more, those wooden boxes can at least be used to survive and prevent us from freezing to death.""Those food and drinks cannot be thrown away"
Panaetong insisted, "None of us. I don’t know how long it will be before I can go out, so I have to keep the food, especially the canned tomatoes, pasta, and red wine.”
“Of course I have to keep these”
Carlo adjusted the angle of the lights of the three-wheeled motorcycle, leaned on the cargo bed and looked inside. He personally supervised the discarding of excess ammunition and two Breda 30-type light machine guns that even reporter Pell suggested discarding. Comes with several boxes of bullets.
This kind of junk is really just used to increase the load. Not to mention that they can't use it. Even on the battlefield, no soldier is willing to use this kind of junk that is worse than scrap metal.
After clearing the load in the truck compartment, the three people hurriedly hung the front of the three-wheel motorcycle behind the truck compartment before dawn. Then Panetong and Carlo jumped into the cab, one responsible for driving and the other responsible for guiding, and drove in the direction of Wei Ran and others.
At the same time as they set off, Wei Ran and Harry had also gotten up and continued digging along the wire rope.
However, the amount of excavation this time was far greater than yesterday's, with nearly two meters of yellow sand buried, allowing them to dig along the steelEvery time the silk rope takes a small step forward, it will take at least an hour to dig.
The two people worked like gerbils from morning to noon, and they only advanced a little more than one meter. Fortunately, when the sun rose to its highest point, the truck driven by Panetong Finally arrived.
Before the car stalled, Pierre in the car stuck his head out and shouted, "Victor, come here and take a look! Pierre has started to have a fever again!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran's heart sank, and he quickly dropped the wooden propeller blades that were polished extremely smooth by sand, and trotted towards the truck compartment.
After briefly checking Pierre's condition, Wei Ran frowned. The burn on his leg had begun to ooze pus, his forehead was also hot, and his whole body was already a little unconscious. .
Wei Ran said worriedly, "The burn on his leg has begun to become inflamed. We must send him to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible. If we are still here after two days, we can only find a way to treat him." Perform amputation surgery."
"Does Harry know where we are now?" Carlo asked.
"He doesn't know" Wei Ran sighed. He had asked this question last night.
"We must get enough fresh water as soon as possible, and then keep going north." Carlo glanced at Harry, who was still digging sand at the bottom of the sand pit, pursed his cracked lips, and shouted hoarsely Said, "Let's go, let's go help!"
The three of them, who had been traveling all night, didn't care about rest. They each grabbed a helmet and rushed to the sand pit. Wei Ran, who was still in the cargo compartment, used the cover of his body to take out the penicillin secretly taken out from the medical box in the metal book during the night shift last night and gave Pierre, who had a high fever, and Trento, who was shot in the thigh, injections. One shot.
"Victor, will he die?" Trento, who was in relatively good condition, asked before Weiran got out of the car.
"No, he won't die." Wei Ran assured.
"If there is anything you need me to do, just ask," Trento, half lying on Pierre's side, moved his hands and said, "At least my hands can still be used."
< p>"Keep an eye on Pierre for me"Wei Ran took out a small bottle of alcohol from the medical kit and handed it to him, "Find a piece of cloth dipped in alcohol and wipe it every fifteen minutes. If his fever subsides, remember to call me. "Leave it to me!" Trento took the alcohol and put it aside, then tore off a small amount from the blanket. The cloth began to work.
Back in the sandpit, Wei Ran picked up the paddle stuck to the side and started working together. With the participation of Carlo and others, the excavation progress was greatly accelerated. When the sun set again, they finally dug to the end of the wire rope.
“It looks like a well,” reporter Pell said, looking at the dug stone edge of the well.
“I hope we can still dig water under this well!” Carlo said, and once again raised the helmet in his hand that had its paint worn off.
When everyone saw this, they immediately continued digging along the short section of the well without taking a break. When it got completely dark, everyone finally cleaned up the sand around the well, which was three meters in diameter and filled with yellow sand.
What surprised them was that although the yellow sand filling the well had not had time to be cleaned, when they grabbed it, they could already feel a little dampness.
"How about we take a break... and take a break for an hour?" Reporter Per said with a grin on his face. After digging for most of the day, blood blisters appeared on his palms.
"You and Victor should rest first."
Carlo and Panetong said while scooping sand out of the well with steel helmets, "Let's go see Pierre by the way. "How's it going?"
"I just saw it"
Wei Ran, who also had blisters on his hands, said while dressing the wound on Harry's head, "He His fever has subsided and he is now awake. I will give him another injection at a later date. If he has no fever tonight, he may be able to survive for half a day."
"Then we have to hurry up,"
Paneton said panting, "Who knows how long it will take to get back from here, I don't want Pierre to become a cripple on his birthday."< /p>
"When is his birthday?" Wei Ran asked while bandaging Harry's wound.
"Tomorrow" Panetong straightened up and replied, "his birthday is tomorrow, his 27th birthday. This is what he told me last night when he was still awake."
" My birthday is tomorrow too," reporter Pell said in surprise. He was afraid that no one would believe it, so he even took out his ID, "Look, if I remember correctly what day today is, tomorrow is really my birthday. 32nd birthday."
"What a coincidence?" Panetong took Pell's ID and looked at it, "It's really tomorrow!"
"In this case, if tomorrow If Pierre is in good condition, how about we hold a birthday party for him and Per?"
"A birthday party?" At this time, even Carlo stopped digging. , "There are no cakes and candles in this hellish place."
"But at least we have pasta and red wine, right?" Wei Ran continued to encourage the other party, "Don't you always want to have a meal of pasta? "
"You don't want to eat the same thing?"
Carlo waved the helmet in his hand more vigorously, "Even for this birthday party, we have to get the water as soon as possible. Just dig it out!"
With the goal in mind, the digging speed accelerated again. Even reporter Pell, who was just about to take a break, started again after Wei Ran helped him deal with the blood blisters on his hands. Picked up the helmet.
As these five people worked all night long, the yellow sand accumulated in the well with a diameter of three meters and made of stones became lower and lower, and finally they were allowed to sink into it at a depth of ten meters. I dug the bottom of the well and found the other end of the wire rope.
Let everyoneWhat's dumbfounding is that what's tied to the other end of the wire rope is actually the seat of the fighter jet. As the yellow sand is cleaned up bit by bit, an oil drum filled with fuel and a parallel jet appear inside. Not a big wooden box.
In addition, there are also large pieces of wet stone at the bottom of the well, slightly tilted towards the center of the well bottom, and in the center, there is a gap only as big as the mouth of a bowl. If you squeeze the sand accumulated in the gap, water will drip out!
At the bottom of the well illuminated by the dismantled motorcycle light, Carlo carefully used a bayonet to pry open the wooden box. When he saw the contents inside, reporters Pell and Wei Ran who were watching on the side They all joked in unison, "Ha! He is indeed British!"
"Indeed, only the British would leave a set of exquisite but impractical tea sets to newcomers in a place like this."< /p>
As Carlo spoke, he took out the porcelain teapot from the wooden box, opened the lid and looked inside, "Well, there are also sugar cubes."
"More than just sugar cubes."
Pell took out the British army kettle from the box, unscrewed it, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, "I also prepared tea. Wait, there seems to be something in it."
As he spoke, Pell put his finger into the kettle, then pulled out a rolled piece of paper and opened it, "This is... a map?! Yuan Tou testified, this is the first time I have such a good impression of the British. !”
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Carlo moved closer together, and then saw that the simple hand-drawn map was clearly marked from the well to the nearby oasis and even the Mediterranean coast. The distance and direction angle, and in this wooden box, there is also a pure copper compass shaped like a pocket watch!
"It seems that these things should have been left by the British soldiers who rescued the pilot." Reporter Pell sighed with emotion and said a nonsense that made Wei Ran almost couldn't hold back his laughter, "They Finally, they did something good."
"Anyway, their kindness at that time really saved us now."
Carlo took advantage of the situation and said, "Pell, look at this. For the sake of the birthday present that the British have prepared for you and Pierre, how about letting Harry go after we collect enough fresh water?"
Hearing this, reporter Pierre was playing with it. The slightly rusty British military compass hesitated for a long time, and finally muttered to itself at the bottom of the cool, damp well, "Unless he is willing to have a drink with each of us at our birthday party." ."