Chapter 584 Hands Up

"Come down and help." The driver named Liu had already opened the hood while greeting Wei Ran.

"What's going on?" A truck following behind asked after it stopped side by side.

"It's not a big problem, it's an old problem." The driver of a car with Weiran responded, "You go first, we will follow later."

Hearing this , the driver of the truck didn't say much, waved his hand and drove the car over.

It wasn’t until the cars behind him had moved away that Wei Ran could no longer hear the sound of the truck’s engine. The driver named Liu, who had been standing at the front of the car and was known as Yiji, greeted him. Wei Ran untied a neatly stacked piece of thick canvas from the roof of the cab and placed it on the propped up hood. Then he took out the flashlight from his bag and handed it to Wei Ran, "Help. "Uncle, light it up"

Hearing this, Wei Ran simply turned on his flashlight, turned it on, and pointed it at the still hot engine compartment.

It was with the help of the flashlight's peripheral vision that Wei Ran discovered that the driver, who opened and shut his mouth to call himself "uncle", was not much older than himself

"Can I ask a question?" Wei Ran asked while the other party was looking at the engine compartment.

"Where is the tool box?" the driver asked, "What are you doing here? Get the tool box quickly, otherwise you are going to let me unscrew the screws with my teeth."

Why is this person so unlovable

Wei Ran muttered to himself, turned off the flashlight he just turned on, trotted around to the driver's seat, and pulled out a heavy handbag from under the seat. The toolbox was handed to the other party.

"What did you want to ask just now?"

"You are not much older than me, why should I call you uncle?" Wei Ran asked with a grin.

"Why do you think so?"

The driver said while busy, "Just because in our village, your father and I are the same generation, you don't call me uncle." "What do you want to call me brother?"

"Can't I give you a kick?" Wei Ran asked deliberately, "Our team is not interested in having a relationship."

"Okay."

The driver, who didn't look much older than Wei Ran, agreed nonchalantly, "You're such a weakling. I told you back then that you could call me comrade and kick you, but you wouldn't do it anyway. You would rather be punished than call me uncle for climbing these eight poles. Well, the platoon leader has assigned you to me. You don’t want to call me anymore when your wings are stiff."

"Okay, Then I'd better call you uncle."

Wei Ran, who was deliberately clichéd, said simply. According to the seniority of future generations, let alone calling him uncle, even if he is his grandson, it is probably an advantage.

"You want to yell as much as you want," the driver responded nonchalantly while busy.

After thinking about it, it seemed inappropriate to call him "Uncle Yi". Wei Ran simply asked shamelessly, "Uncle Liu, why did they call you Yiji?"

" Press the accelerator"

The driverHe said nonchalantly, "This nickname was given to me by my comrades during the Battle of Crossing the River."

"Why?" Wei Ran asked with interest, "Whoever drives the car doesn't Are you stepping on the accelerator?"

The driver known as Yichi showed a bright smile to Wei Ran, "During the Battle of Crossing the River, I was driving a truck taken over from the Kuomintang and stepped on the accelerator. I pushed the roof of a jeep that a battalion commander who was allergic to was sitting on for a mile. He pushed him directly into a ditch and overturned the car before stopping. When I pulled the battalion commander out, he peed his pants. "< /p>

"Then he yelled away"

Wei Ran asked dumbfounded. Although the driver, who was not much older than him, said it in a relaxed and humorous way, if he hadn't given up life and death, who would Have the courage to do such a thing

"That's not true"

Liu Yijiao continued busy with the repair work and said at the same time, "I didn't know how to drive at that time. , I don’t know why the car started to move, and when I stepped on the accelerator, the car suddenly hit him hard. I couldn’t stop, so I thought I’d just kill him.”

"What happened next?" Wei Ran asked.

"What's next?"

Liu Yijiao said while tightening the screws, "Then I joined the car group and have been responsible for driving since then. Okay. Let’s go outside and check the situation. Don’t wait until the American soldiers surround us.”

Hearing this, Wei Ran didn’t ask any more questions, handed the flashlight to the other party and went inside. out of the canvas that serves as a lens hood.

After patrolling around the car, when Wei Ran returned to the front of the car, Liu Yijiao had already fastened the hood and asked Wei Ran to help him fold the canvas and re-fix it. On top of the cab.

"Get in the car" Liu greeted with a kick and trotted into the cab.

When Wei Ran also closed the door, Liu Yi stepped on the start button and accelerator and started the truck easily. At the same time, he did not forget to remind, "There is a difficult mud road ahead, hold on." Stable."

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately grasped the armrest, and Liu stepped on the accelerator slightly.

With the roar of the engine, the overloaded truck roared into the low-lying mud road, crushing the mud and rushing forward.

However, how can it be so easy to drive through this 100-meter-long mud road?

Seeing the terrain in front of it rising little by little, this car The speed became slower and slower, and finally stopped moving forward completely.

"Use the shovel to dig a few times," Liu Yijiao said.

Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately picked up the engineer shovel placed between the two of them, opened the door and jumped out of the cab.

Ignoring his soaked shoes and the muddy soup splashing into his mouth, Weiran wielded his engineer shovel and dug in front of the wheel, and then took off the wooden boards hanging on both sides of the cargo bed to lay them on the ground. under.

In the mud splashed by the wheels, the overloaded truckThe car struggled several times, but still could not cross this final hurdle.

Not long after, Liu Yijiao also jumped out of the cab, and Wei Ran and Wei Ran respectively took charge of digging out the mud stuck in the wheels, and even cut some branches from the surrounding area to cushion them, which took a lot of time. It took a lot of effort to drive the truck out with difficulty.

Nearly an hour had passed by the time the two men dug out the two thick wooden boards from the mud and refastened them to both sides of the cargo bucket. The rain that had been intensifying just now also decreased a lot, and even the moon that had just been hiding emerged from behind the clouds again.

"We have to hurry up"

Liu wiped the mud soup and rain off his face and greeted him while climbing into the cab.

"Is there still a difficult road ahead?" Wei Ran, who was almost soaked all over, asked as he got into the cab.

“The road ahead is easy”

Liu Yijiao replied while steering the truck, “But it’s not very safe. You might encounter American soldiers. Then don’t "I'm scared."

"Just be patient," Wei Ran said confidently. Hearing this, Liu Yiqi didn't say anything more, stepped on the accelerator and increased the speed of the car.

In the dim night, the lone truck finally drove onto a flat road after passing through a sparse forest.

There seemed to be some sparse crops planted on both sides of the road, but because he didn't have the headlights on, he couldn't tell what they were growing at the moment. At most, he could only see them. The outline of the seedlings, which are as tall as a person, is probably either corn or sorghum.

However, just as their car was about to pass an intersection along this road, a car horn suddenly sounded directly in front of them.

Before Wei Ran opened his mouth, Liu Yijiao turned the steering wheel and drove off the road, plunged the front of the car straight into the farmland that was enough to block the car, and then turned off the engine directly

< p>"It's not our car that's wrong"

As he spoke, Liu Yijiao had already pushed open the car door, held the door with one hand, and carefully stretched out his upper body and stood upright.

After a while, Wei Ran also carefully opened the car door and leaned out.

"Did you hear that just now?" Liu Yijiao asked in a low voice.

"I heard it" Wei Ran responded in a low voice.

"Wait a little longer," Liu Yijiao whispered.

Wei Ran nodded when he heard this, but then he heard a faint curse in English. At least he can speak English, and he has also been exposed to Americans. Just by the accent, he can tell that he is definitely an American and not an Englishman with a smell of black tea.

"I'll go take a look," Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"What a fart," Liu Yijiao responded in a low voice, "Let them go first, and we will leave after they pass."

Hearing this, Wei Ran stopped. Say more, carefully leave the cab, go aroundGo to the other side, imitate Liu Yijie, and stick your upper body out of the edge of the crop field.

However, the two of them waited for nearly ten minutes, but still no car drove by

“Let’s go and have a look,” Wei Ran asked again, “We can’t wait until dawn. , I really won’t be able to leave by then.”

“You stay here and look at the car,” Liu Yijiao said in a low voice, “Give me the submachine gun, and I’ll go and take a look myself.”

< p>"Let's go together, at least we have someone to take care of us."

As Wei Ran spoke, he happily handed the submachine gun in his hand to the other party, then got into the cab and pulled out the remaining Mud sapper shovel.

Seeing this, Liu Yijiao said nothing more, lowered his body, almost crawling, and crawled close to the ground in the direction of the sound.

Wei Ran, who was following closely behind, secretly checked the flashy 1911 pistol in the metal book and made sure that there were bullets in the chamber and magazine. Then he took it back into the book and held it tightly. He grabbed the engineer shovel and followed it quietly.

As the distance got closer, Wei Ran also heard complaints, chatter, and the sound of metal tapping. He and Liu Yiji even saw the dim light from the flashlight one after another. bright light.

At this point, the two of them became more and more careful in their movements. They almost crawled to the edge of the crop field little by little, looking around the outside through a drainage ditch less than two meters wide and half a meter deep at most. situation.

On the road perpendicular to the direction they were heading, an American truck had already driven its front diagonally into the opposite drainage ditch. At this time, less than ten people were exiting the truck. Carrying wooden boxes containing unknown contents.

In addition, two people were trying to use jacks to lift the roof of the car that was pressed against the gutter. However, perhaps because it had just rained and the ground was too soft, or because the space was too small to fit the jack, the two men spent almost the entire journey in different ways cursing the burst tire.

In the middle of the road, there was a soldier with a Thompson submachine gun in his hand, sitting on a tire waiting to be replaced, looking warily in the direction of the intersection, which was only a few dozen meters away.

Looking at the far distance toward the rear of the truck, it was so dark that nothing could be seen.

With a soft "click" sound, the American soldier sitting on the tire as a sentry lit a cigarette with a lighter, took a hard sip and asked, "Morgan, you guys How long will it take to replace the tires?"

"At least we have to find a way to lift the head of the car, but now the weight of the entire car is almost here."

A soldier who was busy complained, "I think we'd better send someone back to ask for help. I'm afraid we will have to be busy until dawn to get this car out."

"If It’ll be fine as soon as daybreak comes.”

A man at the back of the car was busy carrying boxes.The soldier took over the conversation and said, "Now I feel as if there are hundreds of enemies hiding around me, which makes me uneasy."

"Maybe we can leave the car here and go back."

< p>The soldier sitting on the tire said in a puff of smoke, "I heard others say that enemies will indeed pass by on this road, it seems to be the intersection in front."

"De "Lu, can't you say something pleasant?" another soldier who was busy at the front of the car complained.

"Of course you can be happy"

The soldier sitting on the tire flicked away the cigarette butt, "If there is an enemy really appearing at the crossroads ahead, I hope it is China People instead of Beihan people."

"Why?" a soldier at the back of the car asked curiously.

"If it is the Northern Han people, it will be useless even if we surrender, we will still die." The soldier named Drew on the tire responded, "If it is the Chinese people, it seems that we can survive as long as we surrender. Come down."

"Really"

"Of course it's true," Drew said with certainty, "A pilot friend of mine was caught a few months ago. He also wrote a letter to his wife."

"How do you know he wrote a letter to his wife?" The soldier named Morgan couldn't help but ask.

"Before I came here, his wife told me on the bed," Drew said with a hint of showoff, "You must know which one I'm talking about, I even showed you her "The swimsuit photo."

"How can we have a scum like you around us?" A soldier at the back of the car laughed and cursed, "But the woman in that photo has really big breasts."

"The brain is the same as her pilot husband's. It's full of fat." Drew said sarcastically. "That stupid pilot actually wrote a letter to his wife saying that he was very happy there and that he was with several people. A black man became a friend."

"It must be fake"

The soldier named Morgan made a decisive judgment, "Look at the Chinese people in our prisoner of war camp. The people and Beihan people know it. They are starving to death, and our people must not be having a hard time there. Maybe the pilot has been bribed."

"I guess so"

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Drew said indifferently, "But no matter what, at least he must have survived. His wife still regrets why he did not die in the battle, so that she can get a pension."

Just when Wei Ran was about to continue listening to what these people had to say, Liu Yijiao suddenly stood up, jumped out with the submachine gun in his hand, and shouted in English with a strong accent. "handsu"

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