Riding three-wheeled motorcycles, the three of them followed the message on the wreckage of the fighter jet and headed due east. After crossing the sand dunes, they saw from a distance that on the side of a pile of stones less than two meters high, directly
There was a broken parachute fixed to the ground floating in the wind.
Parking the three-wheeled motorcycle next to the parachute, which was no different than a piece of rag, the three of them jumped out of the car in no particular order and started digging around the root of the parachute rope.
However, more than half an hour later, the hole dug by the three people was already nearly one meter deep, but the parachute rope seemed to have no end, and it was still firmly buried under the dry yellow sand.
Do not move.
"It's too slow to dig with just your hands." Wei Ran shook his fingers, "Carlo, go pick up some useful things near the wreckage of the plane. Even just a piece of iron sheet will be much more useful than digging with just your hands."
"Shall I give you the gun?" Carlo said, taking off the submachine gun on his shoulder.
Wei Ran glanced at Harry, who was still digging in the sand, smiled and refused, "Forget it, you can take it away."
Carlo also glanced at Harry, and reminded Wei Ran with his eyes without leaving any trace, and then he carried a submachine gun on his back and drove his three-wheeled motorcycle back to the original route.
It wasn't until the car was far away that Harry bowed his head and said, "Thank you, thank you for your trust."
"I believe you won't do anything stupid. The most important thing now is to survive, right?"
While Wei Ran was talking, he also rejoined the digging. However, when the two of them dug up a bucket of sand, at least half of the bucket would slide down the edge. In order to dig deeper, they had to
Expanding the excavation area will inevitably increase the workload.
Fortunately, not long after, Carlo ran back on his three-wheeled motorcycle, bringing back two propeller blades and a large piece of shiny iron that had been polished by sand.
With this little assistance, the progress of the excavation was greatly improved. From noon until the sun set again, the wooden paddle in Wei Ran's hand finally penetrated the hard material under the yellow sand!
Hearing the sound, the three of them stopped together. Wei Ran dropped the paddle in his hand and tried to tug on the still dry parachute rope, and then he actually pulled out an oil drum from under the yellow sand!
What’s even more unexpected is that in addition to the parachute rope tied to the handle of the oil drum, there is also a steel wire rope as thick as a chopstick!
After all, he had learned how to fly a fixed-wing aircraft at Inta for half a month. Wei Ran could guess at a glance that the wire rope was probably removed from that fighter jet!
Not daring to pull the wire rope easily, Wei Ran sat down in the middle of the cone-shaped sand pit that had been dug nearly two meters deep. First, he shook the 20-liter oil drum lid imitated by the German army in his hand. He waited until he heard something coming from inside.
After the sound of splashing liquid, a look of surprise appeared on the faces of the three of them.
"Victor, open it quickly!" Carlo urged.
Hearing this, Wei Ran stopped delaying and opened the buckle of the barrel lid. Then the three of them smelled the strong smell of gasoline.
"Why is it gasoline?" Carlo sat down on the sand in disappointment.
"No, not gasoline"
Wei Ran was surprised and gave another answer, "It's just that the oil drum was not washed before filling with water. Look!"
As he spoke, Wei Ran poured some liquid from the bucket into his hand. Under the last ray of light provided by the setting sun, although the surface of this small handful of water reflected a layer of oily sheen, it was indeed water!
"But this little water is not enough for the seven of us to drink," Carlo said with a frown.
“It’s really not enough for the seven of us.”
Wei Ran poured the little water in his hand back into the oil barrel, closed the lid and said, "But this barrel of water is enough to fill the water tank of the truck, so that Panetong and the others can drive the truck over."
As he spoke, Wei Ran flicked the tight rusty steel wire rope, "It can't have a British teapot tied to the other end, right?"
Carlo was not stupid and immediately understood what Wei Ran meant, "You mean there is a well on the other side?"
"Then we can only find out after Panetong and the others come over and help dig together."
Wei Ran flicked the wire rope again, "The rope is so tight, it will probably take a long time for the three of us to dig it out."
"The three of us go back together?"
Carlo looked at Wei Ran and Harry in a dilemma. It was not appropriate for them to take either of them away. Only taking Wei Ran away, it was difficult to guarantee whether Harry would run away with a twitch, or dig it out before they came back.
That thing on the other end of the wire rope, and then do some damage. Only take Harry away. Not only do you have to be careful about him on the way, but once the three-wheeled motorcycle is robbed, it will be even more dangerous.
It's hard for anyone to survive.
"Carlo, are you sure you can go back by yourself?"
Wei Ran provided a fourth option, "If you are confident of going back by yourself and equally confident of bringing them back, Harry and I will stay here waiting for you."
"At least it's not a big problem to get back to the stone mountain where we rested last night." Carlo said confidently, "I've always remembered the way, but..."
"That three-wheeled motorcycle can seat three people and have so many things. It can't go very fast at all."
Wei Ran didn't wait for the other party to finish speaking before continuing, "If you are sure that you can carry this bucket of water back alone, this is the fastest way."
"or..."
"I slept in the car in the morning." Wei Ran blocked the other person's thoughts again, "I don't even know how to run back to the place where I rested last night."
Carlo exhaled heavily after hearing this, "Then I'll set off now! Try to get back before noon tomorrow."
Now that the other party had made a decision, Wei Ran stopped talking nonsense, took out the pliers from the tool box of the three-wheel motorcycle, and cut the wire rope connected to the oil drum.
When he put the oil drum filled with fresh water onto Carlo's already started three-wheeler, the latter also took Harry with him. He unloaded the canvas tent and some food and drink in the cargo compartment, and only took the barrel with him.
Fresh water, half a barrel of fuel and two bottles of thirst-quenching wine.
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"After you find enough fresh water, what are you, no, what are you going to do with me?" Harry asked rather uneasily.
"At least we won't send you to a German concentration camp."
Wei Ran opened a bottle of red wine, took a big gulp of wine and handed it to the other party, "Of course, I don't have to say these things. Among us, the one with the highest military rank is Carlo. Your problem may eventually be solved."
He will also make the decision."
"What an inexplicable war"
Harry took the red wine and took a sip, murmuring to himself, "Whether it's you or Carlo, or even that German guy Pell, you are all different from the Fasius depicted in the newspapers. If there hadn't been this war,
, we might become very good friends."
"When the war is over, we can continue to be friends." Wei Ran paused and added, "Of course, the premise is that we can both survive the war."
Harry smiled and returned the red wine bottle to Wei Ran, "If we are all still alive after the war, you can come to my house as a guest and try the Scotch whiskey brewed in my cellar. It will definitely be better than this French red wine."
It tastes much better."
"Are you Scottish?" Wei Ran asked curiously.
"certainly!"
Harry said with some pride, "My family is right on the edge of Loch Ness. We run a small brewery and a small silverware workshop. We use silver wine bottles made by our family to fill our
Home-made whiskey is the best gift for your friends.”
"Loch Ness? Is it the Loch Ness with the water monster?" Wei Ran asked curiously. When he was a child, there were many legends about the Loch Ness monster in various street literature and toilet reading materials.
"You know all this?" Harry looked at Wei Ran in surprise, "What else do you know?"
"I also know that men in Scotland wear plaid kilts."
"Haha! You're right, it's true! Scottish men do wear plaid skirts."
Harry smiled and confirmed Wei Ran's knowledge, "But I have never seen the Loch Ness Monster, although there is indeed such a legend in our local area. After the war is over, you may be able to go to Loch Ness and see for yourself."
"If there is a chance, I will go." Wei Ran agreed vaguely.
Harry, on the other hand, made a very serious promise, "I will give him a silver flagon filled with whiskey when the time comes."
"I hope we can all live until the end of the war!" Wei Ran said and sat up, "Okay, before it gets completely dark, let's put up the tent first and then get some food."
"I've been hungry for a long time"
When Harry heard this, he quickly got up and said, "Italian canned food is much more delicious than British canned food, and you actually called this thing Mussolini's butt."
While the two of them were setting up a tent in the sandpit and raising a campfire to prepare dinner, Carlo had already increased the speed of his tricycle to its maximum speed.
Just like Wei Ran said before, without the extra weight, the three-wheeled motorcycle was much faster than when he came here. When he rushed back to the low mountain where he camped last night, it was only night time.
Around 12 o'clock.
After finding the place where he rested last night and re-igniting the sand mixed with fuel, Carlo rested briefly for more than an hour to warm up his body, then climbed up the low mountain and quietly waited for the artillery fire to guide him.
Not long after, an imperceptible fire exploded in the night sky at the end of his field of vision. Seeing this, Carlo immediately ran down the low hill, followed the direction of the fire, and rushed over on his three-wheeled motorcycle.
At four o'clock in the morning, when the fire lit up again in the night sky, he could even vaguely hear the sound of anti-aircraft guns firing.
