Chapter 249 The birthday gift prepared by the British
After successfully rushing back to the camp, Carlo returned alone, causing Panetong and Pell who stayed behind, as well as the two wounded men who had already woken up, to frown.
"Carlo, where is Victor? And where is that British guy?" Panetong asked nervously.
"Don't worry, they are fine." Carlo turned off the tricycle that had been running all night and briefly described what they had discovered before.
While he was telling the story, Carlo had already poured the barrel of precious fresh water with a strong smell of gasoline into the water tank. Panetong and the German reporter Pell, who were listening to the story, also worked together to lift the anti-aircraft gun into the compartment of the truck.
"When will we set off?" Panetong was already preparing to start the three-wheeled motorcycle as he spoke.
"Don't rush yet"
Carlo stopped Panetong and Pell, "We have to try to lighten the load on the truck. After all, we don't have much fuel."
"The anti-aircraft cannon cannot be left behind," German journalist Per said without hesitation. "If we encounter the British again, that anti-aircraft cannon is our only weapon. You may choose to surrender to the British, but I will not."
Carlo patted his sand-covered forehead, "Okay, okay, I have the anti-aircraft gun with me, but what about the matching ammunition? Do you think you can use up so many shells alive?"
Reporter Pell opened his mouth and said in a muffled voice, "Two boxes, at least take away two boxes of ammunition."
"whatever"
Carlo was too lazy to argue with the other party. He turned to Panetong and said, "Leave two boxes of ammunition for Pell, enough to kill us all. Empty the rest of the shells and leave only the ammunition boxes. We don't have much fuel.
Those wooden boxes can at least be used to make a fire to prevent us from freezing to death."
“Don’t throw away the food and drink.”
Panetong insisted, "None of us knows how long it will be before we can go out. Those food must be left behind, especially canned tomatoes and noodles, as well as red wine."
"Of course I have to keep these."
Carlo adjusted the angle of the lights of the three-wheeled motorcycle, took a look inside the cargo compartment, and personally supervised the disposal of excess ammunition and two Breda 30-type light machine guns and accessories that even reporter Pell suggested to discard.
several boxes of bullets.
This kind of junk is really only used to increase the load. Not to mention that they can't use it. Even on the battlefield, no soldier is willing to use this kind of junk that is worse than scrap metal.
After clearing the load in the truck compartment, the three people hurriedly hung the front of the tricycle behind the truck compartment before dawn. Then Panetong and Carlo jumped into the cab, one responsible for driving the other.
Responsible for guiding the way, he drove in the direction of Wei Ran and others.
While they were setting off, Wei Ran and Harry had also gotten up and continued digging along the wire rope.
However, the amount of excavation this time was much larger than yesterday's. It was buried under nearly two meters of yellow sand. It took them at least an hour to dig for every small step they took along the wire rope.
The two people worked like gerbils from morning to noon, and they only advanced a little more than one meter. Fortunately, when the sun rose to its highest point, the truck driven by Panetong finally arrived.
Before the car stopped, Pierre in the car stuck his head out and shouted, "Victor, come here and have a look! Pierre has started to have a fever again!"
Hearing this, Wei Ran's heart sank, and he quickly dropped the wooden propeller blades that were polished extremely smooth by sand, and trotted towards the truck compartment.
After briefly checking Pierre's condition, Wei Ran frowned. The burn on his leg had begun to ooze pus, his forehead was also hot, and his whole body was already somewhat unconscious.
Wei Ran said worriedly, "The burn on his leg has begun to become inflamed. We must send him to the hospital for treatment as soon as possible. If we are still here after two days, we can only find a way to perform amputation surgery on him."
"Harry, does he know where we are now?" Carlo asked.
"He doesn't know" Wei Ran sighed, he had asked this question last night.
"We must get enough fresh water as soon as possible, and then keep going north." Carlo glanced at Harry, who was still digging sand at the bottom of the sand pit, pursed his cracked lips, and shouted hoarsely, "Let's go, let's
Go help!”
The three people who had been on the road all night didn't bother to rest. They each grabbed a helmet and rushed towards the sand pit. Wei Ran, who was still in the cargo compartment, used the cover of his body to secretly take out the medical information from the metal notebook during the night shift last night.
He took out the penicillin from the box and gave Pierre, who had a high fever, and Trento, who had been shot in the thigh, an injection each.
"Victor, will he die?" Trento, who was in relatively good condition, asked before Weiran got out of the car.
"No, he won't die." Wei Ran assured.
"If there's anything you need me to do, just ask," said Trento, who was half lying on Pierre's side, moving his hands. "At least my hands can still be used."
"Keep an eye on Pierre for me."
Wei Ran took out a small bottle of alcohol from the medical kit and handed it to the other party, "Find a cloth dipped in alcohol and wipe his forehead and armpits every fifteen minutes. If his high fever goes away, remember to call me."
"Leave it to me!" Trento took the alcohol and put it aside, then tore off a small piece of cloth from the blanket and started working.
Returning to the sand pit, Wei Ran picked up the paddle stuck to the side and started working together. With the participation of Carlo and others, the progress of the excavation was greatly accelerated. When the sun set again, they finally dug to the end of the wire rope.
.
"It looks like a well," reporter Pell said, looking at the excavated stone edge of the well.
"I hope we can still dig water under this well!" Carlo said, and once again raised the helmet in his hand that had its paint worn off.
When everyone saw this, they didn't bother to rest, and immediately continued digging along the short section of the well. When it got completely dark, everyone finally cleared the sand around the well, which was three meters in diameter and filled with yellow sand.
clean.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! What surprised them was that although the yellow sand that filled the well had not had time to be cleaned, they could already feel a little moisture when they grabbed it.
"How about we take a break... and take a break for an hour?" Reporter Per said with a grin on his face. After digging for most of the day, blood blisters appeared on his palms.
"You and Victor should rest first."
Carlo and Panettone said while scooping sand out of the well with steel helmets, "We stopped by to see how Pierre was doing."
"I just watched it"
Wei Ran, who also had blisters on his hands, said while changing dressing for the wound on Harry's head, "His fever has gone away and he is awake now. I will give him another injection later."
, if he doesn’t have a fever tonight, maybe he can last half a day longer.”
"Then we have to hurry up."
Panetong said breathlessly, "Who knows how long it will take to get back from here, but I don't want Pierre to become a cripple on his birthday."
"When is his birthday?" Wei Ran asked while bandaging Harry's wound.
"Tomorrow," Panetong straightened up and replied, "his birthday is tomorrow, his 27th birthday. This is what he told me last night when he was still awake."
"My birthday is tomorrow too," reporter Pell said in surprise. For fear that no one would believe it, he even took out his ID. "Look, if I remember correctly what day it is, tomorrow is really my birthday."
,32nd birthday.”
"What a coincidence?" Panetong took Pell's ID and looked at it, "It's really tomorrow!"
"In that case, if Pierre is in good condition tomorrow, how about we hold a birthday party for him and Pierre?"
"Birthday party?" At this time, even Carlo stopped digging sand, "There are no cakes and candles in this damn place."
"But at least we have pasta and red wine, right?" Wei Ran continued to encourage the other party, "Don't you always want to have a pasta meal?"
"You said you don't want to eat the same thing"
Carlo waved the helmet in his hand harder and harder, "Even for this birthday party, we have to dig out the water as soon as possible!"
With the target in mind, the excavation speed accelerated again. Even reporter Pell, who was just about to take a break, picked up the helmet again after Wei Ran helped him deal with the blood blisters on his hands.
As these five people worked all night long, the yellow sand accumulated in the three-meter-diameter well built with stones became lower and lower, and finally they were able to dig the section at the bottom of the well that was ten meters deep.
The other end of the wire rope.
What made everyone dumbfounded was that what was tied to the other end of the wire rope was the seat of the fighter jet. As the yellow sand was cleared away bit by bit, an oil drum filled with fuel appeared inside, as well as
A wooden box that is not too big.
In addition, there are also large pieces of wet stone at the bottom of the well, slightly tilted towards the center of the well bottom. In the center, there is a gap only as big as the mouth of a bowl. The sand accumulated in the gap is light.
Just squeeze it lightly and water will drip out!
At the bottom of the well illuminated by the dismantled motorcycle light, Carlo carefully used a bayonet to pry open the wooden box. When he saw the contents inside, reporters Pell and Wei Ran who were watching on the side all joked in unison, "
Ha! He is indeed British!"
"Indeed, only the British would leave a set of exquisite but impractical tea sets to newcomers in a place like this."
As Carlo spoke, he took out the porcelain teapot from the wooden box, opened the lid and looked inside, "Well, there are also sugar cubes."
“More than just sugar cubes”
Pell took out the British kettle from the box, unscrewed it, put it to the tip of his nose and smelled it, "I also prepared tea. Wait, there seems to be something in it."
As he spoke, Pell put his finger into the kettle, then pulled out a rolled piece of paper and opened it, "This is... a map?! Yuan Head testifies, this is the first time I have such a good impression of the British."
!”
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Carlo both moved closer, and then they saw that the simple hand-drawn map clearly marked the distance and direction angle from the well to the nearby oasis and even the Mediterranean coast. And in this
In the wooden box, there is also a compass made of pure copper and shaped like a pocket watch!
"It seems that these things should have been left behind by the British soldiers who rescued the pilot." Reporter Pell said with emotion that Wei Ran almost couldn't hold back his laughter. "They finally did something good."
"Anyway, their kind deeds at that time really saved us now."
Carlo took advantage of the situation and said, "Pierre, for the sake of the birthday gifts these British people have prepared for you and Pierre, how about we let Harry go after we collect enough fresh water?"
Hearing this, reporter Pell played with the slightly rusty British military compass and hesitated for a long time, and finally muttered to himself at the bottom of the cool and damp well, "Unless he is at our birthday party,
