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Chapter 252 Broken promise after the war

"Victor, wake up, why did you fall asleep here? Victor?"

Wei Ran, who felt like he had only slept for less than five minutes, woke up from the shaking, and subconsciously Take out the pistol from the metal book.

"Are you having a nightmare?"

Seeing Wei Ran's frightened look, Harry quickly took a step back and raised his hands, "I often Well, the war is over, isn't it?"

"The war is over?"

After a while, Wei Ran realized that the pistol in the metal book could be taken out. , and Harry standing in front of him was also wearing casual clothes.

"Didn't it end half a year ago?"

When Harry saw Wei Ran put the pistol he had taken out from nowhere into his arms, he lowered his raised hands. Walked over, "I thought I was the fastest, but I didn't expect you to come earlier than me."

Rubbing his face vigorously to wake up as soon as possible, Wei Ran tried to ask, " What’s the date today?”

“Tomorrow is Pierre and Pierre’s birthday. What’s the date today?”

Harry answered, holding on to the car door. Speaking of which, we haven’t seen each other for four years. How have you been over the past few years? Are Carlo and the others okay now?”

“I...I don’t know, after that incident, I He was transferred to another unit."

Wei Ran made a random excuse. He only remembered that he slept in the truck and what happened in the four years that he was fast-forwarded by the metal book. How is it possible to know?

"I hope they can all arrive on time tomorrow. I have prepared a lot of good things for everyone." Harry said and waved to Wei Ran, "Come and have a look! In order to get here, I spent a lot of money."

"What have you prepared?"

At this time, Wei Ran had time to observe the surrounding environment, the stone not far away. The block-built well was obviously where they had found fresh water, and he was sitting in the cab of the same truck that they had ridden in when they parted ways from here.

As for Harry, what he drove over was a Willys Jeep filled with luggage. Except for the driver's seat, the rest of the Jeep is filled with wooden boxes of various sizes. These boxes are tightly fixed by nylon nets. There are also several boxes fixed on the hood of the front and rear of the car. Oil drums painted with bright red paint.

"This is the whiskey I brew at home, the best Scotch whiskey!"

As Harry said, he opened a wooden box in the passenger seat and lifted it from inside He took out a beautiful glass wine bottle and stuffed it into Wei Ran's arms, then opened the second box and asked, "Victor, do you remember it?"

"Yes." Wei Ran nodded, " This is the tea set that was found under the well."

"Yes, that's them!"

Harry said with great nostalgia, "I always keep them. Not even willing to use it.I promised you at that time that after the war is over, I will treat you to my home-brewed Scotch whiskey and the best English black tea. When they arrived, we drank from this tea set! "

"What are the rest? "Wei Ran asked curiously, looking at the other boxes.

"There are a lot of things."

Harry opened the net and said, "There are gifts for everyone, and there are also tents. I also brought things like gasoline stoves and small generators, and even record players and radios. This birthday party must be more lively! "

At this point, Harry took off the hat on his head, pointed to the scar on his head and said, "Do you remember this scar? You sewed it for me. "

"Of course, of course I remember. "

"Then you must remember that you promised to go to Loch Ness and be a guest at my house.

Harry put his hat back on and laughed loudly and said, "So Victor, I didn't prepare any gifts for you, especially not a silver flask filled with whiskey. I I will give it to you personally when you go to Loch Ness. "

Wei Ran opened his mouth, but didn't say anything after all. He turned around and looked at the vast desert around him, changed the subject and asked, "Why haven't they come yet? "

"Maybe the road is not easy to walk! "

Harry replied with a headache, "I encountered two sandstorms on the way here, and I was almost buried in the sand. They might have the same experience as me. "

"I hope we just encountered a sandstorm..." Wei Ran responded absently, already having a bad feeling in his heart.

Harry was full of confidence. , while walking towards the back of the truck driven by Wei Ran, he asked, "Victor, what good things did you bring? ”

“See for yourself! "Wei Ran followed the other person and said, he didn't even know what was in the compartment of the truck.

The two walked to the back of the truck, and then they found that the cargo box was also filled with We have prepared a lot of food and drink, and even firewood, which is absolutely rare in the desert.

“Since they haven’t come, why don’t we set up the tent first? "Harry happily took out a bottle of beer from a wooden box, bit it open, and asked after taking a big sip.

"Then let's set it up." Wei Ran had a bad feeling in his heart. It was getting heavier and heavier, so that the whole person was a little anxious.

It could be seen that Harry was also worried about the situation of Carlo and others, and had been trying to find something to do for himself, obviously not wanting to let himself go. I had some time to think about it.

The two of them hurriedly set up two tents in the corner between the two cars and the well, hung up kerosene lamps that were bright enough for the road, and even lit them. They made a bonfire and got the record player working.

However, it was not until the evening, until early the next morning, and until the sun set at noon the next day that the music in the record player started playing. Over and over again, Carlo and others did not appear.

"Victor, are they...are they lost?" Harry asked in a panic.

"I don't know..." Wei Ran shook his head, opened a bottle of cold whiskey, poured it into his mouth, and then choked and coughed repeatedly.

"I even prepared a birthday cake for those two bastards." Harry glanced at the direction of his car and said worriedly, "Just wait, maybe they will arrive soon."< /p>

"I hope..."

Wei Ran sighed, raised the bottle and took another sip of whiskey that he was not used to drinking, but when he swallowed it When he took a sip of wine and returned his gaze to the horizon, he found that he was already standing on a street that looked quite old.

Looking at the half-empty whiskey bottle in his hand, and then looking up at the freezing rain falling above his head, Wei Ran looked around, and soon his attention was attracted by a restaurant with the lights still on.

Looking through the clean floor-to-ceiling windows of this restaurant, you can see seven or eight tables in the empty store. On a table next to the floor-to-ceiling windows, there is also a plug. birthday cake with candles.

Beside the birthday cake, two silent men were sitting opposite each other, each eating a plate of pasta. There was a crutch beside one of the men.

After thinking for a moment, Wei Ran opened the wooden door of the restaurant. But before he could step in with his second foot, he heard Pierre say impatiently, "Go out, we're closed today!"

Wei Ran paused and put the second foot in his hand. Foot bought into the store, "How about at least one pasta?"

"Are you...Victor?! Are you still alive?! This is probably the best birthday present today!" Pierre and Trento, who was sitting opposite him, looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "How did you find this place?"

"I just happened to pass by." Wei Ran put the wine bottle in his hand on the table. He looked at the crutches beside Pierre, then at Trento sitting opposite him, and finally couldn't help but ask, "Where are Carlo and Panetong? Are they not with you?"

His question made Pierre and Trento look at each other, and then sighed in unison.

"Let me tell you."

Trento picked up the whiskey that Wei Ran had just put down and got himself a glass. He poured it into his mouth and explained gloomily, "Then The two bastards died during the Second Battle of El Alamein, blown up by British mines."

"You really didn't survive..." Wei Ran muttered to himself. He muttered, then asked, "What about you? You..."

"That burn kept me in the hospital for almost two months, and my right leg had to be amputated to survive. Come down."

Pierre took up the topic and said, "But fortunately, because I became a cripple and was no longer useful on the battlefield, I was able to come back alive and use what we had in the well. The nugget found there opened this restaurant.”

Having said this, Pierre also pulled out a necklace from his neck. In addition to wearing the soldier badge of the Italian North African Legion of World War II, the necklace also had three golden gold coins. "Now I only have these three. "

"I'm not as lucky as Pierre"

Trento also took out the necklace with three gold coins and a soldier card from his neck and shook it. , "After Italy surrendered, I became a prisoner of war of the Germans. If I hadn't been lucky enough to meet Pell and he was willing to send me back to Italy, I might have had to stay in a prisoner of war camp for two years before I could come back."

“Of course I have to thank Pelle”

Pierre looked at Weiran, “Speaking of this, Victor, do you have any news about Pelle? Since he After Trento sent him over, I never saw him again."

Wei Ran shook his head, changed the subject and asked, "You didn't go to North Africa?"

"Didn't you go too?"

Pierre picked up Weiran's wine bottle and took a sip. "Carlo died, Panetong died too, and we didn't know we went to North Africa. How should I explain it to Per and that British guy Harry? Even I'm worried about them... so I'd better not go." "Victor, what about you?" Trento answered. Passing the wine bottle, he asked, "Where have you been in the past few years?"

Seeing Wei Ran's hesitation, Pierre waved his hand, walked into the bar on crutches, and took out two bottles of red wine. Placed next to the birthday cake, "It seems that the war has not left you any good memories. In this case, why not let's have a drink!"

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