In the rescue buoy with broken anchor, Wei Ran and the other three people naturally didn't need to really count the number of dicks.
At this time, Wei Ran, who was still standing under the ladder with a temporary Spanish nationality, waited patiently for Phil to translate the joke to Julian, then rolled up his sleeves and showed off the watch he had just touched from the corpse.
and compass, and then took out the camera and asked deliberately in German, "Can these two things I found on the corpse be regarded as my personal belongings as a Spaniard?"
"Of course." Julian nodded with a smile, "They are yours, Spaniard."
"Thank you." Wei Ran performed a European-style hat-off ceremony without a hat.
"This Spaniard, can you help me get that radio distress device?" Julian asked following Wei Ran's joke.
"sure"
Wei Ran imitated the other party's tone and responded, found the radio distress device, carried it to Julian's bedside, and asked pretending to be curious, "Can it contact your rescue plane?"
"The device itself is not faulty"
Julian pointed to the top of his head and said very calmly, "But the mast antenna was damaged. If we want it to work, I am afraid it will only be possible if the German planes can fly over here at low altitude."
"No matter what country's plane, if it can fly over here at low altitude, that thing will be of no use." Phil muttered in English. Obviously, although he could not understand German, Julian had just explained it to him.
I did it again and made the same move.
"Just think of it as psychological comfort."
While Weiran "exited German territory", it also responded in English, "The existence of us two British people is a deterrent to him, and the existence of that survival device is also a deterrent to us."
"Now the German gentleman faces another problem"
Phil raised his chin towards the medical box between the two beds, "There aren't many medicines in there. It's hard to say how long he can last, and the buoy is still moving."
"It is indeed troublesome for him, but it is good news for us."
Wei Ran sat down by the bed and fiddled with the camera in his hand as he said, "There is a northeasterly wind outside and the ocean currents are flowing backwards. If it lasts long enough, we might be able to ride this buoy across the Strait of Dover and then go all the way.
Float back to England."
"Ha, what good news."
Phil was not happy at all, "By the time we reach England, the Germans may have already occupied London."
"Don't worry, that's impossible."
Wei Ran said firmly that it was certainly impossible for the Germans to occupy London. As for where the buoy would eventually float...actually, he had no idea.
"I hope so..."
Phil muttered something to himself, and then as if he remembered something, he stood up and ran to the flight suit he took off. Under the gaze of Wei Ran and Julian, he rummaged around and finally dug out something from inside.
A covered iron tube.
This iron tube is not too big, only fourteen or five centimeters long, and only six or seven centimeters in diameter. But the outside of this iron tube is wrapped in a beautifully sewn brown leather sheath.
"What is this?" Wei Ran asked curiously, and even Julian looked over.
"I found it on the desk of Mr. Nick, the radio operator. I guessed it was where the cigars were, so I stuffed it in my pocket."
As Phil spoke, he had unscrewed the lid of the iron tube. Wei Ran, who was nearest to him, also noticed that the structure of this small iron tube was basically the same as the double-covered tea tube that was common in daily life in China in later generations.
However, there were two packs of matches and an exquisitely crafted cigar cutter placed on the inner cover of this small iron tube.
When Phil opened the inner cover, he immediately cheered, "You're lucky, there are 7 cigars inside."
As he spoke, he had already pulled out a cigar, trimmed off the end and handed it to Wei Ran. Then he took out another cigar, trimmed it, and generously handed it to Julian on the bed opposite.
"Do you British pilots still issue such things?" Julian asked in Latin in surprise as he took the cigar.
"certainly!"
Phil nodded matter-of-factly, and said nonsensically, unwilling to be outdone, "We will have one every time we take off."
"It's really enviable." Julian responded perfunctorily, obviously not believing that such a good thing could happen.
Perhaps knowing that his lies were untenable, Phil tacitly agreed not to continue the topic. He took out another cypress stick that was almost as long as the cigar from the iron tube and lit it. He first put it in front of Wei Ran and let him
He smoked a cigar and immediately crossed the "border" and approached Julian.
It wasn't until he also lit up the cigar that he took a step back and calmly lit up the cigar in his hand.
Before the cypress stick in his hand was extinguished, thick light blue smoke filled the small and somewhat crowded rescue buoy.
Now, although it was quiet in the buoy, the atmosphere was much more peaceful, and there was finally no sense of tension that made people at war with each other.
However, before any of the three of them had had enough cigars, there was a banging knock on the door from the watchtower above!
Glancing at Julian who had drawn out the P38 pistol, Weiran said in German before they could speak, "Don't be nervous, how about I go up and take a look first?"
"You'd better put on your flight suit," Julian reminded kindly, "so that after you are captured, you can at least enjoy the treatment of a prisoner of war."
"I accept your suggestion"
Wei Ran quickly handed his cigar to the other party, and while he was putting on the still dripping flight suit, he changed into English to comfort Phil, and then climbed the ladder carefully.
Go up.
Is it Heidi?!
Wei Ran couldn't help but be startled when he saw the woman wearing a diving suit outside the window, but then he also saw that the woman was actually holding a Ruger P08 pistol in her hand!
After a moment's hesitation, Wei Ran opened the hatch of the watchtower and asked in English before the pale Heidi could speak, "Beautiful lady, what can I do for you?"
"Are you British?" Heidi asked subconsciously in English.
"certainly"
Wei Ran stretched out his wet flight suit, then pointed to the top of his head, "Although this is a German rescue buoy, I fell from the sky not long ago."
"Help us"
Heidi begged feebly, "My husband is injured and he is dying. For God's sake, please help us!"
"Victor! What's going on up there?" Phil asked nervously in the buoy.
"Please wait"
Weiran smiled at Heidi, and then responded loudly, "It's not a German or British rescue plane, it's a lady and her husband, and his husband seems to be injured!"
After a moment, Phil shouted and said in English, "They are lucky, but Julian just said that he does not want anyone to enter the buoy with weapons, so Victor, pay attention to whether they are carrying weapons."
"OK!"
Wei Ran responded loudly, then spread his hands and looked at Heidi apologetically, "You heard me, it's not allowed here..."
Before he could finish his words, Heidi threw the Luger pistol in her hand into the sea behind her without any hesitation, "We just picked up a person who also fell from the sky, my husband."
A pistol was found on his body, please..."
Before Heidi could finish her words, her body softened and she fell onto the deck of the buoy.
"Phil, come help! This lady has fainted!"
Wei Ran shouted, and with a familiarity, he pulled out the diving knife from the scabbard on Heidi's arm, and quickly opened the waterproof straps on her hands and feet.
It was following these actions that Wei Ran also noticed that the hands and feet of this French woman who was suspected of being pregnant were already wrinkled and extremely cold, so much so that it felt like she was touching a body that had just been taken out of the refrigerator.
The corpse's hands are the same.
Fortunately, the wetsuit she was wearing was not damaged. When he helped to unzip the back, he also noticed that her body was at least dry and there was no sign of water entering the wetsuit.
Almost as he was helping Heidi take off her diving suit, Phil climbed up the ladder and immediately called out to God after seeing Heidi.
“God is not coming to help us.”
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already taken the rope brought by the other party and skillfully tied a rappel knot around Heidi's waist. Then he went around a rung of the ladder and called to Phil who was standing below for help.
The unconscious Heidi was carefully sent into the buoy, which was still filled with choking smoke.
What's quite interesting is that Julian's right hand, half lying on the bed, is wrapped in gauze, but his intact left hand is like an ashtray, with three thick cigars still burning between his fingers.
Even when Wei Ran looked at him, the arrogant Junker seemed to be hiding his embarrassment. He put his left hand to his mouth, took one of them and took a sip.
There was no time to tease each other at this time. Wei Ran seemed to have forgotten that there was someone outside waiting to be rescued. He helped Phil put Heidi on the bed "in the UK", then turned the oil lamp a little brighter, and said
He kept asking, "How is she doing?"
"Very severe hypothermia and she needs to be warmed up as quickly as possible."
As he spoke, Phil switched to Latin again, relayed Heidi's situation to Julian, and then said seriously, "I applied to use the oil stove, which is considered a public resource. We need to boil some hot water to rescue this woman."
"No problem" Julian nodded happily and agreed to his application for the use of supplies.
Compared with the two people who went through the application process in a strict manner, Wei Ran walked directly to the oil stove, turned it out and placed it on the table between the two beds. While pumping gas inside, he asked in German, "We need
Boil a pot of water, here is..."
"There is fresh water in that cabinet." Julian raised his finger and pointed in the direction, but he said this in Latin.
Upon hearing this, Phil immediately ran over to open the cabinet and took out four German kettles with insulation felt covers and a large "baby bottle" with a capacity of 10 liters.
"The German Air Force is the princess who was conceived by Go Fat himself and gave birth to Mustache" This sentence is not wrong at all.
Although the German Army had 20-liter oil drums during World War II, it was never equipped with a large water storage container.
In other words, most of the German Army in World War II, especially those unfortunately assigned to the deserts of North Africa, and possibly even Mr. Rommel, probably drank water that smelled of gasoline. There was no way, they could take it
To carry water, there are only 20-liter oil drums with an unlimited supply.
But the Army doesn't have it, but that doesn't mean the Air Force doesn't have it.
This kind of water bottle is very similar in shape to traditional German milk bottles. It is made of heavy aluminum casting process. It was produced in Germany, which is extremely short of aluminum ore, specifically to solve the drinking water problem of pilots. It is a "luxury" in a sense.
Taste".
The one with a capacity of 10 liters like the one in Phil's hand is just one of them, and there is a smaller one with a capacity of 5 liters. The difference in capacity is just that it is used in bombers with different ranges and crew sizes.
While muttering in his mind that Fatty Ge was biased, he slowly lit the oil stove. Phil immediately placed an aluminum pot on it and filled it with water.
It was only then that Wei Ran patted his forehead as if he had just remembered, and shouted in a pretentious manner with an old London accent, "Oh~! God! I almost forgot! There is an injured person outside!"
"Why didn't you tell me earlier!"
Upon hearing this, Phil immediately ran to the ladder, and Wei Ran also explained in German in frustration, and then climbed out.
When he arrived on the deck, Phil had already climbed down the ladder on the deck and tied the rope to Spear, who was also wearing a diving suit.
Seeing Wei Ran come out, he immediately shouted, "Victor! Drag him up quickly! In addition, Connor's body is here too! They found Connor!"
"That man has weapons on him!"
Wei Ran shouted, "It was his wife who said the injured man found the weapon from Connor's body!"
"Hold on!"
Upon hearing this, Phil immediately groped around on Spear's body, and then found an Enfield revolver from the sandwich between his respirator and the belly of the rubber diving suit, and threw it into the sea without even looking at it.
With the cooperation of Wei Ran and Phil, the unconscious Spear was the first to be dragged onto the deck.
Still first pulling out the diving knife on the opponent's arm and removing the waterproof straps on his hands and feet, Wei Ran couldn't help but feel happy when he unzipped the back zipper of Spear's diving suit.
The wound on this guy's arm had only been bandaged in an extremely amateurish manner. At this time, the entire thermal shirt under the armpit was stained red with blood, and his face was extremely pale.
In fact, if it weren't for the waterproof strap of the diving suit on his injured arm being tied tightly enough, his blood might have dried up.
Especially after he cut off his straps and took off his diving suit, after a moment's pause, dark red blood began to flow out of his wound again.
It hurt the vein...
Wei Ran muttered unhurriedly, picked up a piece of gauze stained with blood, and slowly tied it up to stop the bleeding. Then he checked the other person's body very carefully until he was sure that his
There were no potential dangers on his body, so he was roughly sent into the buoy with a rope.
After all his delay, Phil had already climbed onto the buoy carrying Connor's body. The body was generally still intact, including the flight suit and broken parachute, but his legs were obviously broken.
Already.
"Leave him on the deck too."
Wei Ran did not rush to rescue Spear, but instead helped Phil drag Connor's body onto the deck first.
Of course he's not in a hurry, let alone being anxious. He just didn't make up for Spear, the unscrupulous guy who gave birth to a child without an asshole, and that's already considered him respecting history.
"What happened to that man?" Phil asked while helping to fix Connor's body.
“Currently alive”
After Wei Ran finished speaking, he found that Phil climbed the ladder and left the deck again, and not long after, he picked up a canvas bag that Wei Ran had seen.
Isn't this bulging canvas bag the one that Spear hid under the pier of Castle Philip? Why is it still bulging?
Just when Wei Ran was confused, Phil had already opened the zipper of the backpack, and then the two of them discovered that in addition to a few German canned meats, a few British kettles, and boxes of chocolates wrapped in sleeves,
There were also rolls of clothes wrapped in condoms, and two sets of British army lunch boxes that were also waterproofed with condoms.
"To be fair, shall we check with Mr. Julian later?"
Phil rushed before Wei Ran reached out and suggested frankly, "Ensuring fairness is the most basic condition for us to live in peace for the time being."
"You are right, I completely agree."
Wei Ran nodded happily, and after carefully fixing Connor's body to the railing with a belt, he said, "Okay, it's time to go down and see the other person."
"Why is this buoy so busy..." Phil muttered strangely.
"This is a hotel on the sea," Wei Ran said in a joking tone, "As a hotel, of course there are often tourists coming and going."
“I can’t fault anything.”
After Phil finished speaking, he climbed up the ladder and quickly slid into the buoy, and then caught the canvas bag dropped by Wei Ran.
When Wei Ran slowly closed the cabin door and came down, he found that Julian had already sat up. He was holding the covered aluminum pot for boiling water with his hands to heat it, so as not to cause trouble due to the buoy.
It was shaken and knocked over. Of course, the three cigars originally held in his hand were finally placed in an aluminum water glass.
"Victor, come here and help. This guy's injuries are as serious as Mr. Julian's." Phil knelt on one knee beside Spear and said while checking his injuries.
"Not urgent"
Wei Ran, who deliberately delayed the time, reminded, "Phil, as you just said, fairness is the basic condition for us to be able to live in peace with Mr. Julian for the time being, so let's check this package first. If there is any
Weapons, in order not to destroy our current peace, it is better to throw them out as soon as possible."
After finishing speaking, he translated the sentence into German and added some irrelevant rhetoric. The purpose was to waste every second. After all, who doesn't know that historians all have grudges?
You must be careful and pay back.
"I almost forgot about this"
Phil said, picked up the canvas bag and walked to Julian's side. While explaining the purpose of him and Wei Ran, he opened and inspected the clothes rolls, lunch boxes, etc. wrapped in condoms one by one.
.
Compared with Phil and Julian, who were attracted by the valuables hidden in one of the boots and the Browning pistol in the other boot, Wei Ran's eyes flashed.
A silky chill.
There is no shortage of everything from underwear to socks, gloves to sweaters in these clothes, but these clothes are all men's models. In other words, Spear, a selfish man who suffered a thousand cuts, never gave Heidi anything from the beginning.
Prepare clothes!
When Phil, who deliberately took off only his underwear, threw the pistol and the diving knife in Wei Ran's hand into the sea outside the buoy, Wei Ran also declined Julian's preparation on behalf of Phil and Spear.
With the kindness of giving up the "German bed", Spear's treatment began on the floor.
"I'm afraid his arm is necrotic," Phil said with a frown, "Of course, I'm not sure, this is just my guess."
"At least try to sew the blood vessels and flesh first."
Wei Ran said without any psychological pressure, "Amputation surgery consumes too many medicines, and the environment here does not have the conditions for amputation surgery."
"Right"
Phil nodded in agreement, moved the bedside table that was originally used as the "border line", put Spear's injured arm on it, and tied it with a rope.
With everything ready, Wei Ran, with the help of Phil, used thick needles and large threads to help Spear sew up the blood vessels and muscles.
Leaving the work of suturing the epithelial tissue and bandaging the wound to Phil, Wei Ran stood up and walked to Julian's side, took the aluminum cooking pot from the other man's hand, and carefully poured boiling water into the four
The individual kettle with a thermal insulation felt cover was then filled with the slightly larger medical kettle.
He stuffed the five kettles that began to release heat into Heidi's chest, lower abdomen, feet, and neck, and covered her with a blanket again. Wei Ran grabbed a handful of square bottles from a British army lunch box belonging to Spear.
I threw the sugar into the pot, then added some water to it, and patiently simmered the sugar water that could not only increase the core temperature but also replenish energy. At the same time, I also secretly wondered if there would be another kindhearted chain later.
The dog jumped out.
When he thought of this, he couldn't help but start to wonder whether Vanessa had arrived in Spain safely.
"What are you thinking about?" Julian asked in German, sitting by the bed.
"I?"
Wei Ran came back to his senses, raised his finger and pointed at Spear, and answered the question without reservation, "That man is a Jew, and he is not very good to his wife.
And you, Mr. Julian, you are a German. When he wakes up, it is difficult to guarantee whether he will target you or even attack you."
"How do you know?" Julian asked noncommittally, but did not define what "know" in the question meant.
"When I was checking his body for other wounds, I noticed that his dick had been cut."
Wei Ran replied nonchalantly, "There is also his hair, which is artificially dyed blond. Of course, there is also the color of his pupils and the size of his nose. Aren't these all Jewish symbols prescribed by you?"
"I even suspected you were German."
Julian smiled and continued to ask, "Victor, why did you just say that he was not very nice to his wife?"
"Look at those clothes"
Wei Ran stirred the sugar water in the pot with a spoon and raised his chin towards the things that were placed on Julian's bed. "A couple is fleeing but only prepares a set of men's clothes. Is this good for the wife?"
"
"You observe so carefully"
Julian's admiring tone was mixed with some well-hidden arrogance, "Victor, you are a better bomber captain than me. Of course, the premise is that we fly the same bomber."
"There is no war when there is fairness"
Wei Ran smiled and said, "Although your German bombers are indeed somewhat inferior, it is not the fault of the pilots."
"Are our bombers bad?"
Julian reacted immediately. Firstly, he didn't know where Wei Ran's confidence came from, and secondly, he really didn't expect that the Kung Fu that the opponent was knocking down was actually taught by Bajie himself - if he knew Bajie, he would definitely think so.
"Frankly speaking, it's really bad. She can't resist being beaten at all. Unlike the flying cigar I drive, she is simply a flying tank."
While Wei Ran was changing the subject, he had already poured the dissolved sugar water into a metal cup, continued to stir it with a spoon, then turned around and walked to Heidi's bedside.
In the silence where Captain Julian, who was arrogant but not good at messing around, was thinking hard about how to refute Wei Ran, the latter had already carefully fed a spoonful of sugar water that was slightly scalding to his mouth.
Heidi's mouth. As for Phil, he was still busy threading the thread in his mother's hands, clinically tight seams.
After drinking a large glass of boiling sugar water, Heidi, who was sweating on her forehead, slowly opened her eyes, and then subconsciously shouted weakly in French, "Spiel..."
"He is still alive and has received proper treatment, so sleep peacefully." Wei Ran leaned against Heidi's ear and whispered comforting words in French that could only be heard by the other party.
Just after saying this, the anxious and panicked expression on Heidi's face relaxed obviously, and then she closed her eyes again and fell asleep. This tough French woman was so tired that she hadn't closed her eyes for a long time.
Wei Ran easily coaxed the poor girl to sleep. Wei Ran added some water to the pot again, shook it randomly, poured the remaining sugar water into a cup, and then handed it to Julian, who was still holding back his big move.
, "This is yours, you don't need me to feed you with a spoon, right?"
Hearing this, Julian took the water glass from Wei Ran and gave up on refuting the "flying tank" argument.
After eating Julian with a cup of sugar water, Wei Ran did not stop, but continued to fill the pot with water, put the lid on, sat cross-legged on the floor and heated it with an oil stove.
Heidi should be fine now, but Spear is still facing the danger of hypothermia. Although he doesn't want to save Spear, in this situation, he really has no suitable reason to kill him.
By the time he filled the British enamel kettles belonging to Spear and Heidi with hot water, Phil had not only finished bandaging Spear's wounds, but also climbed onto the buoy deck.
I got back a large piece of umbrella cloth, set up a hammock between the "English bed" and the ladder, put some clothes on it, and picked up Spear, who was also unconscious.
After Wei Ran stuffed the water bottles wrapped in clothes into Spear's chest, stomach and armpits one by one, Phil covered him with a blanket, picked up the extinguished cigar again, went to the oil stove and lit it.
He took a sip and said in Latin in the swirling smoke, "Mr. Julian, I'm afraid we have to renegotiate the distribution of supplies and the truce agreement."
"Because there is an extra dick that has been cut with a knife, and there is an extra woman without a dick."
I also rekindled my cigar and muttered in my heart with bad taste. At the same time, I couldn't help but look forward to what would happen next in this small 4-square-meter sea rescue buoy.
