Chapter 1326 Fair rationing based on the number of dicks
On the icy sea surface, as the increasingly closer flares were raised one after another, Wei Ran and Phil finally met together.
"Where's Connor?" Wei Ran shouted from afar.
"He was hit," Phil said angrily, "those damn Nasty, they are trampling on all the rules!"
"Are you hurt?" Wei Ran grabbed the other person's clothes and shouted.
"No! What about you?! Are you injured?" Phil asked loudly.
"Neither did I!" Wei Ran then asked the most critical question, "Was the flash before the flare yours?"
"The flash before the flare? Wasn't that you?"
When Phil said this, he immediately reacted. He glanced at the compass fixed on his sleeve and said, "I remember its position. The flash of light is in the direction of true north."
Almost as soon as he finished saying this, a red flare also rose in their due north-west direction!
"Could it be Connor? Did he survive?" Phil subconsciously guessed, "Let's go over and take a look!"
"good"
Wei Ran responded, but he knew very clearly in his heart that it couldn't be Connor. They were at least 1,500 meters away from the sea when they parachuted.
There is no parachute to fall from such a high distance, and the only difference from falling directly to the concrete floor is that there is no need to wash the floor.
On the contrary, he had vaguely guessed that that flash of light might be the rescue buoy, or...could it be Spear and Heidi?
Suppressing the random speculation in his mind, Wei Ran followed Phil and swam hard in the direction of the rising signal flare.
This distance was far longer than the distance between him and Phil before. What's more, they were still swimming against the waves at this time, which was undoubtedly another trouble.
But even so, he didn't dare to stop at all. On this cold sea, the most important thing was to get out of the water as soon as possible and avoid hypothermia as soon as possible. So no matter who raised the signal flare, it was worth them rushing over to see it as soon as possible.
look.
Pushed by the reaction force generated by raising their arms again and again and paddling the seawater, the two of them got closer and closer to the direction where the signal flare had just been raised, but the other party seemed to be playing tricks on them and never rose again.
Fire the second flare.
"Phil! Is there any light ahead?"
Wei Ran shouted and asked. The sea fog around them was not too thick at this time, but the darkness made the hazy light group in the far distance more conspicuous.
Hearing this, Phil rubbed his eyes, and then shouted excitedly, "Yes! That's right! There is a bright light! Although it is very weak, there is indeed a group of bright light! It seems to be a ship's light!"
"Let's hurry up!"
Wei Ran encouraged the other party and moved his arms vigorously, trying to close the distance between the two parties.
After nearly half an hour, Weiran was finally able to see clearly. As expected, the bright light came from the rescue buoy that was missing its mast antenna!
"That looks like a German canned lobster!"
Phil shouted to Wei Ran with a look of displeasure. As he spoke, he put his hand under the water. After some groping, he pulled out a Webley revolver and pressed down the hammer.
"No matter what kind of can it is, let's go up first." Wei Ran said, "If we continue to soak in the water, we will soon freeze to death."
“I hope there’s a gentleman living there.”
Phil muttered, but did not put away the weapon in his hand when swimming towards the rescue buoy.
As the distance got closer, they gradually saw the conspicuous red cross on the buoy and the bright oil lamp in the watchtower.
"Do you speak German?" Wei Ran asked while swimming.
"I don't know German." Phil shook his head. "The only language I know is Latin."
"Latin? Do you know Latin?" Wei Ran looked at the other party in surprise.
"Is this weird?" Phil asked, "I was a pharmacist before I went to war, and I often had to use Latin."
"Wait, you're still a pharmacist?"
Wei Ran looked like he had seen a ghost, "Then why didn't you become a military doctor? Instead, you became a navigator?"
"Mr. Captain, are you sure we want to talk about this at this time?" Phil pointed to the buoy, which was only thirty or forty meters away from them.
"Maybe we won't have a chance to talk later."
As Wei Ran said this, he also pulled out his Webley revolver from his calf and pretended to depress the hammer.
"makes sense"
Phil nodded in agreement, then slowed down a little and explained, "I used to be a pharmacist, and my wife and I successfully joined the same clinic last year.
When I decided to join the Air Force, I asked them what kind of people they were most lacking, and they told me that they urgently needed pilots, navigators, and bomber gunners."
At this point, Phil spread his arms, "I can't fly a plane, but I always have to choose between a gunner and a navigator, especially when I heard that the gunner of a bomber is a expendable position."
“Navigator is a wise choice”
Wei Ran nodded in agreement. The machine gunner only needed courage and strength and the ability to react quickly enough, but the navigator needed a brain that was fast enough and calm enough, as well as powerful computing power.
"What about you?" Phil asked as he swam towards the buoy, "Victor, what did you do before?"
"He's a veterinarian," Wei Ran replied in a particularly skillful manner, "a veterinarian who specializes in castrating cattle and sheep."
Before Phil could continue to ask, he took the initiative to add, "I participated in pilot training. Just like you, I always have to choose between a pilot, a navigator and a machine gunner. I don't want to be a pilot either."
Gunner."
At this point in the conversation, they were only the last ten meters away from the buoy. At this time, they could see even the railings of the buoy deck and the seabirds resting on the railings very clearly.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Of course, they also saw the German HE111 bomber pilot Julian lying on the buoy deck, holding a P38 pistol in his hand!
"British?" Julian asked weakly.
"Can we go up and warm up?" Wei Ran asked in mixed German.
"Tickets are your weapons"
Seeing that someone could communicate in German, Julian was obviously much more relaxed, but his tone turned into the arrogance that he had when flying a plane, "If you have a flare gun, you can stay, my last
A flare has just been fired."
I see...
Wei Ran muttered secretly, and first conveyed Julian's words to Phil, then shook the revolver in his hand towards Julian, who was lying on the deck above his head, and poked out the barrel to reveal the chamber and the
The bullet inside then let it fall into the cold sea.
At the same time, he also asked in German, "Are you injured? You are lucky. In addition to a veterinarian, there is also a pharmacist in the water, so can we go up and sit down?"
"Tell your companions to throw away their weapons," Julian said with force.
"Phil, throw away the weapon." Wei Ran turned his head and urged.
"All right"
After a moment's hesitation, Phil followed the example of Wei Ran and lowered the barrel of the gun to expose the bullet chamber. However, he did not throw the gun into the sea, but just let the bullets in the bullet chamber fly away.
Shuili said at the same time, "Tell him that I have thrown away the bullets, but this gun will not work. This gun is a relic of my father."
After hearing this, Wei Ran translated the words intact to Julian.
"Come up." Julian waved the weapon in his hand.
"I'll go up first." Wei Ran had already climbed up the ladder on the side as he spoke, and climbed up before Phil could speak.
When he climbed onto the narrow deck, he immediately frowned. Julian's mental state at this time was far worse than in the first act.
Thanks to the large oil lamp in the watchtower, he could clearly see that Julian's injured right hand was still wearing a glove, and the wound on his left leg was also tied with gauze. In addition,
In addition, there is a rope tied around his waist that extends into the buoy.
"There is a body down there," Julian reminded him as he climbed up with difficulty and leaned against the door. "I don't have the strength to carry him out."
"Phil, come on up."
Wei Ran first changed into English and said hello, then took the initiative to reach out to the other party and said, "I am Victor, the captain of the Wellington bomber. What is your name? Also, do you need me to help you get down?"
"Julian Klinsmann," Julian said weakly, "my right hand is injured, so I won't shake hands with you."
After saying that, Julian added with special care, "I'm driving a He111."
"Do you need me to help you get down?" Wei Ran asked again sincerely.
After a moment of hesitation, Julian nodded, "Thank you, my leg is also injured, please help me get down."
"Hold your weapon and don't let it go off."
Wei Ran said, helping the other person stand up. After he put the pistol on his belt, he grabbed the rope tied to the other person's waist and helped him climb into the buoy little by little.
Almost at the same time that Julian landed, Phil also climbed onto the buoy. While taking off his flight suit, he lowered his voice and asked, "Victor, what's going on?"
"The guy below is the pilot of a German bomber. His hands and legs were injured. In exchange for staying here, we have to provide him with the medical help we can. At present, we have only reached these consensuses."
While Wei Ran was talking, he also took off his flight suit, put it on the railing, squeezed out the water, and explained.
Hearing this, Phil immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "It seems we didn't encounter a madman. This is probably the only good news."
"Okay, let's go down."
While Wei Ran was talking, he had already taken off his flight suit, which was already full of water. At this time, he placed the extremely heavy sheepskin flight jacket on the railing and zipped it up, then took up the Irving flight suit that had just been wring out the water.
"Jumpy Shorts" walked into the watchtower.
A little slower, Phil also climbed up the ladder and followed Wei Ran into the interior of the buoy, which was lit by a dim oil lamp. He saw Julian sitting on the edge of a bed, holding a P38 pistol in one hand to guard the two of them.
.
As if he hadn't seen the pistol, Wei Ran casually put his flight suit on the ladder, then took off the rest of his soaked clothes and asked, "Mr. Julian, can you lend us two sets?"
Dry clothes?”
"It's in the cabinet on your right."
Julian pointed to a cabinet not far from Wei Ran and said with force, "There are towels, blankets and boots in the other two cabinets next to it."
"Thanks"
Wei Ran thanked him politely, walked to the cabinet with bare feet, took out two sets of warm shirts and gave them to Phil who was a little overwhelmed behind him, "Quickly change your clothes, and then we will see how we can help."
This is Mr. Julian."
"Victor, why are you so familiar with this kind of thing?" Phil asked strangely as he took the clothes and put them on the ladder.
"I've stayed in a German hotel like this before," Wei Ran replied with a normal expression, and the latter also said "Wow" as if he suddenly understood.
Taking advantage of the opportunity to change clothes, Wei Ran proved that there were no additional weapons hidden on his body. After drying his hair, Wei Ran first raised the brightness of the oil lamp, and then took out the flare gun and flares from the clothes he took off, along with Phil.
The few remaining flares he had on him were thrown into a cabinet.
"Mr. Julian, can we help you check your injuries now?"
When Wei Ran asked this question, Phil had already opened the medical box on the other bed and was checking the medicine inside.
"Let's start with our hands first."
When Julian said this, he did not put down the pistol held in his left hand, but at the same time stretched out his gloved right hand.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! However, after helping the opponent take off his gloves, Wei Ran frowned. At this time, two wounds on Julian's right hand were missing.
Finger, but the wound was not sutured, but more like hemorrhage was stopped by cauterization!
"you made it yourself?"
There was a hint of blame in Wei Ran's tone subconsciously. In any case, they were companions on the same plane in the first scene.
"Yes," Julian explained in a calm tone, "First apply an analgesic injection, and then stick a red-hot knife on it."
"I need to cut off part of your skin later, otherwise you will die of septicemia."
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already opened the bandaged wound on Julian's leg. As expected, the bleeding was also stopped by burning.
"There seems to be a piece of shrapnel in the wound on the leg," Julian explained expressionlessly, "If it's convenient, please help me take it out."
"If it's convenient," Wei Ran muttered angrily and briefly communicated the situation to Phil.
"He is really lucky to be alive now."
Phil said angrily, "Victor, tell this crazy German that the only operation I have ever participated in was to remove a subcutaneous lipoma. There is a possibility that the operation will fail, but I vow to do my best."
My best effort.”
"I don't think he will care. Let's get started."
As Wei Ran said, he had already put a stick of morphine into Julian's hand, "Which one are you responsible for?"
"Which one?" Phil asked subconsciously, "Aren't we both responsible for the same wound at the same time?"
"also"
Wei Ran agreed indifferently, and while the morphine was taking effect, he lit the gasoline stove with familiarity and put a blue lampshade on it.
In the following time, Phil completely became Wei Ran's assistant, and the latter finally understood why this guy became a navigator instead of a field doctor. His speed was really too slow, but his needlework was far better than
Wei Ran was more careful.
After completing the debridement as quickly as possible and handing over the final suturing to Phil, Wei Ran cut open the wound on Julian's leg with familiarity, dug out the shrapnel and immediately began to suture it.
At this time, even Julian could see the difference. Wei Ran had already started bandaging, but Phil was still explaining "the thread in a mother's hand, the clinical seam" in a serious manner.
"Are you a doctor?" Julian put the P38 pistol aside as he spoke.
"I'm a bomber captain"
Wei Ran, with his hands on his hips, proudly said a line he had said once upon a time, "Before that, I was a veterinarian who castrated cattle and sheep."
Hearing this, Julian twitched his lips and said, "So your companion is a pharmacist?"
"His name is Phil," Wei Ran helpfully introduced.
"Do you know Latin?" Julian asked abruptly in Latin.
"Do you know Latin?" Phil asked in surprise.
"I studied the history of the Roman Empire"
Julian replied matter-of-factly, and his tone was just like when Wei Ran said, "I'm a Frenchman, of course I know Latin." It was impossible to find any fault with him for a while.
"It seems you are a noble," Phil said almost certainly in Latin.
"Does knowing Latin mean you are a noble?" Julian's rhetorical question was full of sarcasm.
"Those who know Latin are not necessarily nobles, but ordinary people don't have the time or interest to study the history of the Roman Empire, let alone learn Latin for the sake of learning those things." Phil's tone was still extremely determined.
"There are no aristocrats left in Germany"
Julian snorted, stretched out his uninjured left hand towards Phil and said, "Let's get to know each other again. I am Julian Klinsmann, a bomber pilot."
"Phil, Phil Harrington." Phil, who had just bandaged the wound, took off his gloves, held the other person's left hand and introduced himself, "I am Captain Victor's navigator."
"Are you also a navigator?" Julian said strangely.
"There's more here..." Phil said, turning to look at the body next to the ladder not far away.
"Yes, he is also a navigator"
Julian continued to introduce in Latin, "Of course, he and I were not on the same plane, and their plane hit the antenna of this buoy."
"This buoy is really lively," Phil couldn't help but mutter, but he didn't notice that Wei Ran, who was packing the medical bag, had already frowned.
He was thinking about another thing at this time. Before entering this set of historical fragments, he clearly remembered that the original owner of the farm was named William Harrington, which was the same as Phil's last name.
So the question arises, Phil, also named Harrington, has now appeared in this buoy, so where is William? Who is William?
"Mr. Pilot, did you fly over the center line of the strait when you fell?" Julian asked feebly, "How far is your current position from the coast?"
Seeing Phil's hesitation, Julian explained feebly, "The anchor chain of this buoy is broken. I just want to determine where it has floated to now."
"It has not crossed the center line, and it has not passed through the Strait of Dover."
Having said this, Phil glanced at Weiran, who had his back to them, and continued to add in Latin, "It's at least 20 miles away from the coastline. Sir, we are not your prisoners, so we can only reveal so much, and even if
Even though they are prisoners, we also have the right to keep the military operations of our trip secret."
“Completely understand”
Julian breathed a sigh of relief, and then said, "If it is convenient, please throw the body of the other pilot into the sea. I have wanted to do this for a long time, but I have tried several times to no avail.
Find a way to drag him up."
"no problem"
Phil nodded happily and said in English, "Victor, Mr. Julian, please let us take the body out."
"It's really time to send him out."
Wei Ran stood up as he spoke and walked towards the stiff corpse while asking, "Were you communicating in Latin just now?"
"Yes," Phil said nonchalantly, "Julian seems to be a German nobleman."
"It seems you had a great time chatting"
Wei Ran walked to the body, put the rope that had just been taken off Julian's waist through the body's armpits, and said, "Leave the job of dumping the body to me, Phil, you are responsible for cleaning up the corpse."
How about cleaning it up? It looks like a tornado has visited this place."
"Mr. Julian said that the anchor chain was broken. I guess it is the shaking caused by the waves that makes this place so messy."
Phil explained gratefully that he didn't really want to carry the corpse, especially the corpse of his colleague.
Ignoring Phil who was busy cleaning, Wei Ran climbed up holding the rope and dragged the body of the navigator from KG2 to the deck with difficulty.
Looking around, Wei Ran groped around the corpse as quickly as possible, successfully took out a flyback watch and a compass from the other person's hand and put them on his wrist.
In addition, he also unexpectedly found a Robert camera equipped with a wide-angle lens and wrapped in a waterproof rubber bag in the pocket of the corpse, as well as several film rolls in sealed tubes - this was the first scene
Nothing found in it.
However, whether it was erased by the metal book or taken away by Julian in advance, he did not find the Sauer 38 pistol and spare ammunition that should have been on the body like in the first scene.
box.
Without daring to waste too much time, Wei Ran untied the body's belt and once again fixed him to the railing of the deck, and tied him with his flight suit for additional fixation to prevent him from being hit by the waves again.
fly.
When he finished everything and returned to the buoy, he found that Julian had put on a straight Luftwaffe uniform with Phil's help and was combing his hair with a small comb.
What about the Prussian hazelnut head.
Seeing Wei Ran come back, Phil immediately pointed to another set of bunk beds and said, "Victor, Mr. Julian and I have just reached a temporary truce agreement. Taking the table between the two beds as the center line, here
The bunk beds and half of the tables belong to the British territory, and the other half belong to Germany.
After leaving the line connecting the feet of the two beds, the rest is a common area, and all those who enter the common area temporarily acquire Spanish citizenship.”
"Spanish nationality?"
Wei Ran subconsciously looked at the floor under his feet, "So I'm Spanish now? What does this have to do with Spain?"
"Just because there is no relationship, I temporarily hold Spanish citizenship."
Phil said seriously, "In short, all the materials placed in the public area, except for the radio rescue device that belongs to Mr. Julian's personal belongings, the rest will be distributed fairly according to the number of dicks until everyone is rescued.
.”
The special code is distributed fairly according to the number of dicks...
Wei Ran twitched the corner of his mouth, trying to dispel the tragic fact that Ms. Heidi, who might stay in this hotel, did not have a penis, and asked equally seriously, "So what do we do now? Take off your pants and count everyone carefully.
