At three o'clock in the afternoon local time, Wei Ran, who was sleeping soundly on the recliner, was woken up by the alarm clock. Before he could turn off the alarm clock, Soliman next to him also opened his eyes sleepily.
"It's time." Soliman angrily pulled away the big-eared little fox that was pointing his butt towards him, and was about to sit up as he spoke.
"There's no rush, it doesn't matter if we set off later."
Wei Ran glanced at the off-road vehicle not far away and saw that Mr. Edward had also fallen asleep in the carriage. He looked again The Berber child, who was playing around his armored pickup truck, simply set his alarm clock back for half an hour.
"Next, let's rush directly to the destination" Soliman asked, stretching.
"Are there any interesting places around where we can visit?" Wei Ran asked with a yawn.
"There are rock paintings left unknown when on a mountain more than ten kilometers away. Do you want to see them?" Soliman pointed to the north. "If so, we have to go back. That's fine. If you're lucky, you might be able to see wild camels there."
"Forget it." Wei Ran waved his hand and rejected the proposal.
"Then there are no attractions." Soliman spread his hands, "This is not Cairo after all."
"Then go directly to the destination"
Before Wei Ran finished speaking, Saleh also came over with a short and thin Berber wearing a white robe.
"Have you rested?" Saleh asked with a smile, "If you have slept enough, let's set off now."
Hearing this, he originally wanted to wake up again. Wei Ran quickly stood up, packed up the recliner and stuffed it into the cargo bed of the armored pickup truck.
He took out a few extra cans of cold Coke from the car refrigerator. After successfully coaxing away a few children who were playing on the roof and hood of the car, Weiran didn't feel anxious anymore. Started the engine slowly.
Contrary to his expectation, the Berber guide Saleh found was driven by Soliman in a car. Correspondingly, the first one became the Ural truck pulling supplies.
Farewell to the warm farewells to the Berbers, the three cars
drove half a circle around the low hill that served as a parasol before driving to their destination. direction.
Compared with the need to eliminate the connection between them and the filming camp in the morning and the extra long detour to visit the Berber tribe, the straight-line distance of only 40 to 50 kilometers in the afternoon was the same. Not much easier.
Many times, the three vehicles have to go around in seemingly meaningless circles, and sometimes they even have to go around some towering sand dunes that stretch for several kilometers or the depression between two sand dunes. Drive farther.
But even with the guidance of the Berber guide, when the number on the odometer indicated that we had driven nearly 60 kilometers but had not yet reached the destination, the Ural truck at the head was accompanying us. An explosion stopped.
"How"What's going on?"
Wei Ran, who was walking at the end, immediately asked over the radio. Due to the dust brought up by the two cars in front, although he could hear the loud noise, he couldn't hear it at all. Can’t see what happened.
“No luck, flat tire. "Soliman's helpless response somewhat relieved Wei Ran and Saleh.
They drove their cars to the left and right sides of the truck. Wei Ran saw at a glance the shriveled car on the passenger side. The huge gash on the side of the front wheel
"It must have been scratched by a stone." As Soliman spoke, he and the guide jumped out of the cab.
" How can I help you?" Wei Ran opened the car door while talking.
"Help me remove the wooden board on the other side of the cargo bed." Soliman said as he walked around to the passenger seat. On one side, they began to disassemble the spare tire between the cab and the cargo bed.
Hearing this, Weiran immediately went around to the other side and removed the piece that was three meters long and half a meter wide. A wooden board specially used to eliminate rut marks.
Under Soliman's command, Wei Ran stuffed the wooden board under the car to serve as a pad, placed a jack on it and supported the car.
While the three young people were busy changing tires, Saleh on the other off-road vehicle did not get off the car, but enjoyed Mr. Edward’s meal under the cool breeze of the air conditioner. Sharing cigars while chatting about mountains and seas, while collecting useful pieces of information from the chat.
“Our current location is about 20 kilometers west of Libya. "
Soliman, who was busy removing the tire, pointed in the direction of his back with a wrench, "Do you see the shadow of the mountain range at the end of your sight?"
Hearing this, Wei Ran He put his hand on his forehead and looked in the direction pointed by the former. Sure enough, in his distorted vision that was burned by the sun, he could vaguely see the shadow of a mountain range the size of a corn kernel.
"Then. The mountain is already in Libya."
Soliman continued, "It was just when our guide told me to look there that I accidentally ran over a sharp stone and the tire burst. "
"Our destination should still be in Egypt," Weiran looked away and confirmed again.
"Yes, of course." It's just closer to the border. "
Soliman obviously knew what Wei Ran wanted to ask, "But don't worry, I asked. There are usually no people there. Even the Egyptian or Libyan border guards will not show up easily. Our only You are likely to encounter only smuggled camel caravans from Sudan. "
"Smuggling weapons"
"And khat"
Soliman replied while busy, "And all the camels who are in the smuggling freight business. They like to travel close to the borders of the three countries, so that no matter which country's patrol catches up, they can immediately cross the border and hide. ”
“Khat”
Wei Ran reacted for a while, not sure.He asked firmly, "Is yours the kind of thing called chat grass?"
"That's it"
Soliman temporarily stopped what he was doing and took care of himself. He lit a cigarette and explained, "In recent years, there have been more people smuggling that kind of stuff than weapons, and the profits are also huge. Whether it's Libya or Egypt, there are many buyers."
"It's shipped from Sudan," Wei Ran asked with interest.
"Southern Sudan, probably"
Soliman picked up the wrench again, "The climate in that place is very suitable for planting, I
Dad, there are many Those who used to be in the arms smuggling business switched to growing grass, and then used the channels that used to transport weapons to transport the grass to Libya or Egypt. They all made a fortune."
"More valuable than weapons."
"Of course"
Soliman gestured casually with his hand, "Think about it, how much does an AK rifle weigh? The same weight of Chat grass is much more valuable than a rifle. ."
"Do you also do that kind of grass business?" Wei Ran asked rather inquiringly.
"I mentioned doing that kind of business two years ago."
Soliman pointed to the opposite side of the truck, his tone becoming more helpless, "Then I was almost beaten by my father. Death, I have never understood it. After all, weapons are used to kill people, so the results are not the same."
Wei Ran smiled and shook his head, "It should be different."
"What's the difference?" Soliman asked nonchalantly.
"Although it can still kill people, at least the weapon can protect oneself from being killed by others." Wei Ran shook his head here, "Of course, it still kills more people."< /p>
"You and my father have the same views." Soliman had already removed the flat tire as he spoke.
The topic of smuggling content has come to an end here. After all, we are people from two worlds. Weiran does not care whether Soliman will do the Chat Grass business in the future. The latter does the same. I don't care what Wei Ran thinks about this matter.
Fortunately, at least now these two young people of similar age, and even the Berber guide with most of his face covered by a turban, are eager to change the tires as soon as possible to avoid being exposed to the still hot sun. Cheng Qian maintains a high degree of consistency in this matter.
After the small episode, the three cars were back on the road. Perhaps it was because of the bad luck caused by the previous puncture. Although the road ahead still required going in circles from time to time, it was finally safe before the sun went down. arrived at the destination.
"Mr. Edward, are you sure your grandfather was captured here?" Wei Ran asked, while he had already climbed onto the roof of the car and looked at the surrounding situation.
The only landmark here is just the nearby low mountain that stretches for four to five hundred meters. Other than that, there is really not a single hair except sand.
"Of course"
Mr. Edward, who was holding a sun umbrella, pointed atThe mountain range not far away said, "My grandfather has been here more than once and took many photos, most of which were taken with that mountain as the background."
"This That’s weird.”
Wei Ran squatted on the roof of the armored pickup truck and muttered to himself.
"What's wrong?" Edward, who had already hid in the shadow of the pickup truck, asked, raising his neck.
"Mr. Edward, your grandfather was really captured by the British"
"It can't be the Germans," Edward asked helplessly.
"But what did the British do here just to capture a German?"
Weiran glanced at the map on the satellite phone. It was less than 20 kilometers from the border. The straight-line distance from Matruh Port is exactly 500 kilometers, and the straight-line distance from Cairo is nearly 700 kilometers.
If Germany may be able to make some small moves behind the scenes, then the British really have no reason to appear in this vast desert, let alone capture Edward's grandfather.
Suppressing the doubts in his heart, Wei Ran glanced at the setting sun that was still some distance away from the horizon through his sunglasses, jumped out of the driveway, "Let's rest here for the night first, we have been busy all day today. The road was too tiring and my mind couldn’t turn around anymore.”
Edward opened his mouth, but finally nodded patiently and agreed to Wei Ran’s suggestion. Even though it was the former’s invitation to run here from the filming camp for an on-site inspection. , but at the same time, he nodded in agreement, so there was no reason to complain at this time. ,Please remember:,Free fastest update No anti-theft No anti-theft