Deep in the desert, except for the two wounded men, Pierre and Trento, who were still lying in the truck compartment, everyone else, including the British prisoner Harry, were beside the truck and surrounding the sand pit.
A bonfire was constantly beating in the center, sitting in a circle. While a bottle of red wine was being passed around in everyone's hands, everyone was talking about Wei Ran asking for information from Harry.
"We can't wait any longer"
After Carlo waited for Wei Ran to finish reciting the question and answer between him and Harry about water, he took the wine bottle from the former's hand, tilted his neck and took a sip, and first said, "There is no way that these red wines can keep so many of us going for too long.
, we must find fresh water as soon as possible."
"We really need to find fresh water as soon as possible." Panetong took the wine bottle and the topic and took a sip. "Only when we find fresh water can we eat those pastas."
"I have no opinion"
German reporter Perl ignored the Italian foodie next to him and also took a sip from the wine bottle. Then he ignored Harry, the prisoner sitting on the other side of him, and handed the wine bottle that functioned like a microphone to Wei Ran and said, "
We can only get that truck running if we find fresh water, otherwise it would be impossible to take so many people out of this hellish place with just your three-wheeled motorcycle."
Wei Ran handed Harry the wine bottle with the last two sips left, but he didn't intend to say anything. Excluding the two injured people who were basically incapacitated, there were Germans, Italians, and British people in their circle.
people, and myself, the outsider.
To put it more bluntly, everyone is in a different camp and faces different situations, so it is impossible to maintain a highly unified view on this war. Correspondingly, if there is no way to break the barriers between everyone, even in the face of
When it comes to the urgent matter of finding water, it is difficult to guarantee that everyone will not be cautious.
Especially the British prisoner Harry, did he know where the water was and put it aside first? But even if he knew, how could he ensure that he would not kill everyone by trying to find water?
Compared with Wei Ran, who was thinking hard, Panetong, who was sitting opposite him, couldn't wait to say, "In this case, we need to count the supplies first, and also select people to find water."
"Wait a minute." Carlo waved his hand and looked at German reporter Pell seriously. "Before we start, we must first reach a consensus."
"What consensus?" German reporter Pell raised his head and asked.
Carlo was silent for a moment and then said, "At least until we are rescued, there are no prisoners here, and there is no distinction between Germans, Italians or British. We must ensure sufficient equality and take care of all injured people."
Reporter Pell was obviously not a fool. He quickly understood Carlo's thoughts. After hesitating for a short while, he took the initiative to extend his hand to Harry, the British prisoner who looked confused.
The latter looked at Wei Ran subconsciously and saw the latter smiling and nodding, then hesitantly shook hands with Pell.
"We!" Wei Ran pointed to a circle of people around him, and then "friend" came out of his mouth.
"Friend! friend!" Harry immediately shook hands with everyone.
"Victor, tell Harry that I will go find water with him." Carlo said while shaking hands with Harry, "Tell him that after we get out of the desert, we will send him to England."
"I can't tell you," Wei Ran said helplessly, "This is too difficult for me."
"Um..." Carlo pinched a chicken paw and didn't know what to say for a moment.
"I'll go with you," Wei Ran said. "Although I only know a few English words, I can barely communicate, and if there is an accident, three people are better than two."
"But Pierre and Trento also need you," Panettone said, "Carlo, I'll go with you."
"The two of them only need to change their dressings regularly. You can do this. I will teach you again later."
Wei Ran said and pointed at the captive Harry, "But communicating with him is not something I can teach you."
"Just let Victor go with me."
Carlo made a final decision, "Paneton, and Pell, you need to take care of the people in the car and make sure they are alive before we come back with water. This is equally important."
Panetong and Pell looked at each other and nodded, agreeing with Carlo's decision.
Carlo didn't give them a chance to regret. He stood up and said, "Now let's count the supplies!"
Hearing this, Panetong stood up first, while Weiran and German reporter Perl looked at each other. It wasn't until the latter nodded imperceptibly that the former stood up and stopped monitoring Harry.
He handed it over to the other party calmly.
Under the leadership of Carlo, Weihan and Panetong counted the supplies they currently have. First, after filling up the three-wheeled motorcycle and the truck, they still have four barrels of gasoline totaling 80 liters and enough
Everyone can eat canned food for at least half a month without any problem, as well as several boxes of red wine that can be used as water in a short period of time.
In addition, they also have five empty oil barrels, a 20-liter empty water barrel that looks exactly the same as the oil barrel but is painted differently, two medical kits, and two iron barrels used to add water to the truck.
A piece of canvas that can be used as a tent.
In terms of weapons, in addition to the 20 mm caliber Breda 35 anti-aircraft gun and supporting ammunition, there are only three submachine guns, 9 spare magazines, five grenades, and a P38 pistol belonging to reporter Pell, and
A Webley revolver that originally belonged to British prisoner Harry.
Although in the discussion just now, Carlo had suggested that everyone should live together as equals, even Carlo himself did not have the brainpower to allocate a weapon to Harry. After all, they were just looking for water, not death.
After some discussion, Weiran and Carlo loaded the three-wheeled motorcycle with a barrel of fuel, a box of red wine for drinking water, all the empty barrels and a tin bucket, and finally the piece of canvas that could be used to pitch a tent.
A submachine gun and two spare magazines, as well as a box of canned food.
Before departure, Weiran instructed reporter Per to change the medicines of Trento and Pierre in the truck compartment, as well as the prisoner Harry who was going to be retrieved together, and finally gave each of them a shot in person.
After receiving an injection of penicillin, he carried a medical kit and climbed into the cargo compartment of the tricycle with Harry.
"Every morning at two o'clock and four o'clock in the morning, you use that anti-aircraft gun at the maximum elevation angle to fire a tracer bomb in the direction we left, an incendiary bomb and a high-explosive bomb to help us guide the direction back." Carlo before getting in the car.
, while speaking, he and reporter Pelle checked the time on their respective watches.
"What if the British are attracted?" Pell asked worriedly.
"If we attract the British, we will have fresh water to drink." Panetong answered the question with a smile.
"Try not to engage in firefights with them."
Carlo pointed to Harry on the tricycle next to him and said, "When the time comes, you can surrender first, and then bring the British to us, and we will exchange you for Harry. This is so that both of us can get out of here."
The most rational choice to survive a war, right?"
German reporter Perl exhaled heavily, took out an expensive Robert camera from the bag he always carried, and suggested, "It is indeed the most rational choice, Carlo, before you set off, let's take a picture
Let’s take a group photo.”
Hearing this, Carlo replied half jokingly and half seriously, "As long as you don't publish this photo in the newspaper, which is enough to send us to the concentration camp."
Reporter Pell smiled and said, "Of course, haven't we each temporarily put aside our respective identities?"
Carlo laughed loudly, "Then let's wait until Victor comes back. I even suspect that guy is a woman, and he is still avoiding us."
"At least it won't smoke us, right?" Panetong came up and said, "Those tuna cans are disgusting enough. I don't want to accidentally step in shit while waiting for you."
While these people were teasing Wei Ran, the person involved hid behind a sand dune not far away, took out the anti-tank from the metal book, and quickly emptied the magazine full of training bombs.
When I was doing surgery on Trento, I secretly hid those high-speed tungsten core armor-piercing bullets.
Finally, an armor-piercing bullet was placed in the chamber and the matching muzzle brake was replaced. Weiran kicked a hole in the sand with his feet and buried the training bullets in it. Compared with pistols and rifles, this reflex
Replenishing ammunition for tank guns is a big problem. Now that he has the opportunity, he can naturally replenish it a little bit.
After putting away the anti-tank gun and the accompanying gun truck, and walking back in a leisurely manner, the rest of the people, including the two wounded, were already sitting on the ammunition box against the truck, waiting to take pictures.
"It's really a common problem for war reporters to like taking pictures," Wei Ran muttered to himself, and he honestly chose a corner seat and sat down.
Reporter Pell first pointed the camera at the crowd, adjusted the angle and aperture, then pulled the selfie lever, then trotted and sat between Wei Ran and Carlo.
After the crisp sound of the shutter, it was time for Wei Ran and others to set off. Saying goodbye to the people waiting behind him, Carlo started his three-wheeled motorcycle and left their temporary camp under the guidance of Harry.
Until the truck behind him was completely invisible in the night, Wei Yan touched Harry who was sitting next to him with his arm and asked in a low voice in Italian, "Actually, you know Italian, right?"
In the night, Harry's eyes changed. After being silent for a long time, he put his mouth to Wei Ran's ear and asked in Italian that was worse than Pere's, "How do you know?"
Confirming his suspicion, Wei Ran replied in a low voice, "Even if a British scout doesn't know Italian, he will at least learn a few basic words in order to obtain information. But the most important thing is, what we were discussing just now
You have always listened very carefully. And when Carlo proposed to treat each other as equals, you were obviously relieved."
"I just don't want to be killed by that German," Harry sighed, and said in a low voice, "I just don't want to be tortured and asked for information by him. Compared to you Italians, the Germans are simply crazy."
